((Color Key: Jack Scott in black, Benjamin Piers in blue, Lirenel in brown, Necromesh in dark red, Nicholas Maddox aka Madoc Morfryn in green, Desdenova VonTombs in orange, Gem in indigo, and Erevan Illesere in olive. ))
Des snapped off a few destructive spells on anything jackal that was still moving as he waded through the carnage, stepping after Gem. Charley alit on a barrel and shone sunshine. "I suppose it would be silly to ask what is going on. But what is going on? Can the coyote heal himself, or be healed?"
"R's Feh." Skid?s mouth was full. "Nrds feh, thnk." Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The two crows cawed at the firebird. They had been great help, rooting the fight on.
"I don't know if he is hurt but heal him if he is, Des, yes? Can you? And what's going on is a damned confusion to me. Some Unseelie King wants my teacup. A teacup I don't think I ha....." She suddenly paused in thought. Also, she totally did not get what Skid was trying to say.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The ridge over his eye went up at Gem. Swallow, annnnd, "Doesn't he need someone... Nature-y to do that? Also, you paused mid-sentence." Because she didn't know. The mask had rewoven itself, and he headed for the one pristine Jackal lying on the ground, perfectly still, to heft up over a shoulder.
Charley preened. She was a diva. Nodding, he knelt beside the panting coyote, offering his hand for the smelling. He smelled of graveyard dirt, of sage and roses, of ashes and life alike. He was an odd juxtiposition. "Calm, Old One. May I heal you?" he inquired, formally, as he was required.
Gem helped clear away any body parts that littered Jack, to see if he was hurt, ready to assist if possible, but her mind was ticking over a ...thought.
"Hey, I'm gonna keep this one. Is that cool?" He didn't know why he was asking, let alone why he was asking Gem.
"I am nature-y, I even grow my own zombies," he retorted to Skid, humor lilting in his voice.
A tawny colored eye regarded the mage that smelled of everything. It growled as it tried to rise.
"Point taken." Skid commented.
The thief looked over at Skid, her eyes taking in the one that was just laying there, the jackal apparently unharmed. "What did you do to him? Is he dead? Or are you just too full to finish him off?" But then Jack was growling, and she looked back to him. "Oh, he is hurt...I don't think he can get up..?"
"Does he know my young self or my sister or Mother?" he asked, because yes, he knew well he was a strange being, a veritable creature of the night, and coyotes were well known to be paranoid. He allowed the coyote to move, but didn't put his hands onto the creature. He must be invited in, yes yes. "Save of the teeth for me, please, my wife will adore them."
"Hm?" Skid looked at the jackal for a second, lolled over his narrow shoulder and supported by a willowy, too-long arm. "Oh, he's fine. I just stung him. He might still be alive, but it might've been too much for him. I wasn't really being careful." His tail curved around to point up, and the three two-inch long scales making up the tip opened like a flower, and the last bone in his tail was pushed up, coated in something shiny and wet and with a burning scent.
Gem started to answer that question from Des, but then had a very confused, whirling sensation of memory that wasn't, of Pharl and Jack...Jack laying much as he was now, on the ground. Her mouth open and nothing coming out, she looked poleaxed.
The coyote heaved itself up onto three legs.
The tail, though, it pulled her out of that funk. Whoa. And then Jack was up! "Jack!" She smiled at him with relief.
"Gemethyst - here, Now." Des spoke it as if was a spell, snapping fingers lightly before her nose, but Jack worked better.
"Oohh..wait...his leg...?" She didn?t know what was best to do.
Almost as quick as it had come out, the bone retracted and the scales shut tight. He watched the coyote. "Need a lift?"
"I can't do anything unless he allows it,", like the fae, Des had laws and rules he had to live by. Or die by. "I do have some healing potions."
She nodded, studying the Crow who was now Coyote.
It seemed awful unfair that they all were unscathed and he couldn't put weight on on leg. Coyote always takes his lumps. It yipped at them all and started limp-trotting away.
She'd had a feeling. The thief rose to her feet, looking suddenly very sad. ?I don't think he can understand when he is like this,? she offered.
So, of course, he did reach into his suit jacket, withdrawing a few packets that he handed over to Gem. If he couldn't use them, Gem certainly could.
Hey, he got struck by lightning last time. Madoc was just lazy this time. "Is he mad?"
"He's probably disgusted." She meant with herself. "I think he is going to do what ...coyotes do in this kind of time." She looked up at Des, smiled and took the packets."How kind of you, thank you." Her gaze moved to Skid. "I ...I rather think he is. "
Then words were said and things thought, misunderstood, offense taken, and Skid departed with no further comment. The shine of the night dimmed.
"Eat grass, poop, pee on everything that's his?"Des had a pretty good idea.
She looked back at the coyote, and then she smiled again at the others. "I am going to follow for a ways...see if he becomes Jack again. " Des made her smile again. "I think w....yes, what Skid says."
Gem put the packets away as she began to trot off after Jack. "I will see you later, Skid. Des, too long it has been. Like to spend more time with you, man."
He knew more than he said, but really, hadn't a clue what the relationship dynamics were. His brow quirked. "Well, I've rather the running record of offending people here without realizing. I do apologise." It was sincere, despite his ignorance of certain matters. "I will eventually fullfil my geis here for you, Gemethyst. Try not to die, yes."
She nodded quietly at Des, her eyes returning to the lookout for Jack. "I will try. Yes. I don't know what your geis is, but I think it myself that offended, and not you." One shoulder lifted in a little shrug, entirely pathetic, and she set off to track a coyote. "You stay safe, too, Des."
"A cup is not always a cup, Gem," he added as he turned to walk back into the rift. Reality shivered and he was gone.
"Heh. How true." Now alone. Alone again. The night swallowed her up.