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Deuce tried to wrap his tail around the broken pillar to ease into a stop, but he had as much success as the others did, letting out a chatter of annoyed and frightened screeches, clicks, and shrill whistles as he at least kept his balance. It was harder with Levi clinging to his back for dear life with those sharp claws of his. He'd turn back and tear Levi off of his back if he wasn't so concerned with..you know. Living. That was pretty important.

Klaus let out a constant shriek as she clung to the rope. Her holding onto the rope was what managed to keep her on track as she popped up into the air on some bumps in the column. Some of the supplies that hadn't been eaten by the sandpit earlier were finally clattering down around her, landing on the rapidly-approaching floor.

Deuce hit it first with a shrill roar as he skidded across the dusty ground a few feet and landed smack into a sturdy stone wall, the force of impact cutting off his air and causing him to sputter as he tried to move some, being quite sore and all from the ride. Thankfully, nothing seemed broken, but it was hard to tell when he was in a sudden daze. He'd have to get a rub-down, and hopefully if there was any damage, his Gallizar heritage would keep him going long enough to get proper attention.

Levi, however, was faring better. The Gallizar's body and the load of supplies on his shoulders cushioned the abrupt landing for him. He was incredibly sore, but other than the air getting knocked out of him, he was fine. That is, until he saw the others coming down after him.

"No, no, no, no, no!!" He tried to scramble away, but his reaction was slower than he'd wished, and had the misfortune of not being able to get out of the way in time.

With the good fortune of being last in line, Klaus wouldn't suffer as much, which was just as well, given how fragile humans were compared to animals, especially young ones. (( Klaus = :3 )) That wasn't to say she wouldn't be feeling this in a little while, though..

Deuce / Levi
12 / 23

[Moofius]

Drot sort of screamed and hissed at the same time, trying to not hit the others. She landed in a mangled, glittering heap near Deuce, only her tail hitting him (and the trikuhna).

She was hissing angrily at the sudden, violent pain in her right arm and leg, the side that hit the stone most prominently. The things on her back, the supplies, a lot of them were crushed, maybe completely broken, water gurgled out from a pouch someplace under her.
"Bad... Bad bad..." she grunted, trying to get up, only to be hit by a little girl and a kuhna.

Dacre, not the coolest when it came to high stress situations curled up against the girl, clinging to her desperately only to be crushed between her and a golden body.
"Gah! Get off!"

Drot didn't want to hurt the girl, so she lifted her tail to at least give the trikuhna and the gallizar more room.
"Where is us?" she coughed, all the disturbed sand and dust making it hard to breathe down here, at least for now, "Can go back?" she asked, her voice shaking. Ugh... The pain in her arm was bad.
"Are we... trapped?"
The ashen kuhna wheezed, "Can't breathe," this kid wasn't a light weight, even if she was small.

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x_x Sorry. I've been sick. With a very bad sinus infection, and the muses died. I was trying to post yesterday, but I ran out of time when class ended. My manager sent me home early and I slept. |: ))


Klaus clung back to the Dacre, screaming on the way down until she jerked to a stop with the Kuhna, bashing into the poor lizards already plastered against a wall. Klaus was lucky, escaping with nothing but a sore rear end and a konk on her head where her neck jerked and her forehead hit the crest of Drot's unbroken shoulder. She laid there for a moment, trying to calm herself down with a few deep breaths as she rubbed her head, shifting a bit herself when the Syrraptor's tail moved out of the way for her and the others with her.

As the Kuhna started to squirm and she heard him choke something out, she let out a small grunt of a gasp and scuttled back, sputtering a few breathless apologies. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to crush you like so! Are you alright, or are you hurt?" Luckily, Deuce had some medical supplies strapped onto his back, but the question was whether or not they were still there.

Levi coughed out sand and debris for a few moments, letting his flop and just lay there on Deuce's oversized back as he collected himself. "Urgh.." Levi shifted, lifting up a moment to look around after Drot piped in. "Mmm...It looks like an old temple."

"Levi, check to see if Deuce still has the medical supplies strapped to his back, please. I should take a look at everyone." She was no doctor, but she could at least try. Levi checked the bag with a red plus sign on it after a bit of griping, and all they had were some ace bandages, anti-bacterial cream, and a handful of ibuprofen, for a section of the top flap had ripped off and the bottle of ibuprofen had opened. "Not much, Klaus. Deuce and I still have our water casks."

"As do I. I'll need a damage report." As the dust settled completely, one could see the hieroglyphs on the wall, well-worn paintings of great Slinxes with thin black pelts carrying a large gold box, humans praying to barely familiar gods, seven-foot tall anthro-Slinx soldiers with what looked like weird scimitars standing to attention all around the base of the wall. The sun shone down from the pit the fell through as sand dripped down. The pillar they fell down was resting against the opposite wall, though more fragments and one whole(but crumbling) pillar were pressed against the wall the smacked into. The floor looked like it would've been gilded, but it was barely visible anymore, and all that was left was the stone blocks made from Alabaster Garagnir hides.

In the middle of the room was a small square pit, a stone slab with a golden chain folded on it, perhaps a door to a lower level, but there was also a framed opening to the left of them, in the middle of the wall they hit.

"I'm fine, just some bruising." Deuce let out a few angry whistles and chirps, the spines on his neck flattening to it almost as Deuce had the energy to let his temper flare. "...Deuce will be fine after a rest and a cold compress." He let the rest speak for theirselves as his eyes wandered around the room, squeezing slowly from between the moved Syrraptor and Gallizar to sit off to the side. Deuce still didn't feel like moving.

Deuce / Leviathan
13 / 24

[Moofius]

Dacre scrambled away from the girl, winded but over all he seemed fine.
"Ugh! Gah! Where are we? What is this?" looking around it seemed they'd stumbled across some sort of lost... something. Maybe treasure. Dacre was not, by nature or profession, a treasure hunter but even he could tell the place could be quite handy should they explore and find something precious. Of course his mind couldn't rest on that long. What good would it do any of them if they found treasure, only to die of dehydration?

"Drot... Drot we need to check supplies... Ah...!" For a moment the kuhna thought that Drot was bleeding, and from the way the puddle spread she would have been bleeding pretty quickly. But then there wasn't the smell of blood so it had to be.
"We're losing water, Drot. You need to get up!" He actually managed to not speak angrily towards her, his voice was that of concern. She (nor the others) had to know that the concern was pointed towards the supplies and not the serraptor.

Nodding weakly Drot tried to stand, but putting pressure on her right leg instantly brought her to the ground as she hissed and chirped, Deuce and Levi would be the only ones to hear her swearing like a sailor in her own tongue.
"Hurts, Dacre. Leg hurts. Arm hurts, too," she hissed, eyes shut against the pain. Her right arm rested limply against the ground, violent purple and blue splotches blooming, red too as it became swollen. It was broken in a bad way. Her leg was harder to see, resting under her as it was.

Dacre frowned and returned to her side, nudging her, "Put your weight on your left leg and stand?" he asked, trying to be somewhat supportive. The way this was going it looked like he'd have to walk the rest of the way.

(( Totally fine. I understand. I already have my first five posts so it's okay if the RP slows down a bit. =3 I understand. ^__^ ))

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OMG MOOF. I can breathe! <3 My nose is clear! I can't smell..but I can breathe, and I'm not coughing as bad any more! <3 Glory hallelujah!~ Posts shall pick up a bit. o3o ))

Levi lifted a brow as the Serraptor started to swear. For the love of traveling he'd never heard such a thing. He merely chuckled, casting a glance to Deuce who did the same. Unlike Drot, though, Deuce couldn't speak in the human tongue at all, so anything he said was in raptorine purrs, growls, clicks, screeches, and any other array of shrill calls.

"If you'll move, I can help Drot..I'm big enough. See if Klaus can't help her, first." Birds of a feather stick together, afterall, especially such pack-oriented creatures as these two. Had he smelled the blood coming from anyone else, it would be damn-near impossible for him not to go into the 'bloodthirsty hunter' mode his species was bred to do. He was still very sore, but if the others gave him a moment to walk around and loosen his poor injured muscles, he'd feel better, he was sure.

Levi nodded to this, and backed out from between the two terrible lizards after grabbing their medical supply bag to saunter to the end of the line. In his stride was a slight limp, but he hid how bad the bruise was--the lead man never suffers injuries, besides, he'd be able to walk it off himself with some will-power. "Klaus, the Serraptor is badly injured and needs what medical attention we can provide for now, Deuce said he can carry her across his back."

Klaus frowned and looked at the struggling Serraptor before looking over to the Kuhna. They hadn't the chance to bond, and where most creatures would turn and shrug, Levi was a gentleman..a cunning pirate that'd rob you blind, but he had a rare sense of honor that seemed to inspire those around him sometimes. Perhaps that personality trait was this group's saving grace, because Deuce's odd sense of respect for the Kuhna might also be holding him back from chowing down on Drot, the fact that they were related species aside.

"He limbs seem broken, Levi. I'll take a look..all I have are ace bandages and gauze..I can't tell if it's worse than a fracture or not, so you'll have to get something to set her leg and arm to be on the safeside." Klaus was far from a doctor, but she at least had basic care of injuries down. Because of that, she took the bag of lacking supplies Levi gave her, stood slowly, stretched to make sure nothing would give out on her, and moved to Drot, careful not to move her. "This'll be easier if you have some supplies on you, still.."

Levi nodded and left Klaus to her business, looking to the Ashen Kuhna as he spoke in a confident, but otherwise relaxed accented voice. "If you're not hurt, then we can go look for things to set her limbs with, and see if we can't scrounge up something to eat later tonight. I don't know how much of the food we brought with us is still sealed."

Levi / Deuce
25 / 14

[Moofius]

(( YAY! Sorry this took so long. Trying to find the right... stuff to say. Also, she's not bleeding. o3o;; It's water. 8D ))

Drot managed to look away, feeling bashful. It wasn't very lady-like to swear. Drot had never really been lady-like but... Still. She scooted overly awkwardly, wincing and hissing (no swears this time, just hissing) when she used her right leg. Now visible, even in the scant light, her leg did not seem broken. That didn't mean she wasn't hurt though, it was at least sprained, if not torn. Drot bobbed her head, the action shaky. The fall had jarred her nerves some.
"Okay. Space for to move, okay?" she asked in her broken English, asking if the space was big enough for the girl to check her over. Clearly the human girl did not understand her native language. Most human creatures didn't.

Happy to leave the serraptor in the care of somebody who had more compassion then him (not to mention thumbs) he followed after the other kuhna.
"For the food that's sealed, we'll try to save for as long as we can," Dacre said, looking around and up. Their way in was not really a way out and so far there wasn't anywhere that seemed like a quick and easy way out. They could be down here awhile.
"If anything busted open on the way down... We should eat that now, while it's safe."
His attention came to the trikuhna, grey-brown eyes searching the others. ... He probably wouldn't resort to cannibalism, and if it came right down to it... Dacre could take him.

Why was he thinking like that? maybe the ashen kuhna was more shaken then he realized.

As they walked little puffs of dust flew up, joining the larger dust covered that still hung in the air from their sudden arrival. All around were stone... walls, monuments and glyphs that Dacre could not even begin to understand.
"Where are we? Who builds stuff out in the middle of the Wilt'no?"
It wasn't so bad down here, though. A lot cooler.

(( Actually are they below ground? -trying to imagine this and maybe failing?- ))

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It's fine, I do that sometimes, too. But once Klaus is close enough, she'll see that it's just water. ;D Thanks. Also, yeah, they're underground inside an old eqyptian-esque temple to Symona. There's a solid roof over their head held up by plenty of pillars that are still standing, and fell in through some weak stones. I'll go into more detail in this post, sorry. xD I'm always so afraid of annihilating my keyboard, and turning you off to the rp. ))

Klaus stepped back a bit to give the Serraptor plenty of room to maneuver in any way most comfortable to her before the examination began. Once Drot had the afflicted limbs held out for her to see better, she knelt down beside the Serraptor and, at first, just stared hard at it. She took note of the seeping liquid, and upon seeing it was water, she frowed. It was probably too late to save the container, so she did naught about it and avoided the puddle.

That aside, she couldn't see any cuts or breaks in the skin, nor any bone, so if it was broken at all, it would at least be able to heal properly on it's own. Still, the splint was going to be put against it. Better safe than sorry. "Sorry dear, but I am afraid that I must touch your arm and leg. Where does it hurt the most?" Depending on where it was, it would be easier to put a support beam--or stick--in.

Small and slender fingers, as gently as they could, pressed into the skin and muscle, feeling for any abnormal bumps. If she found one, then the bone snapped and dislodged itself, if she didn't feel any, it was most likely just a fracture or bad sprain. As she did this, she pondered as to whether or not it was safe for Serraptors to take Ibuprofen. Granted, it might not help much, but it might do something, at least.

Deuce stayed right where he was in case Drot needed something to support herself on as she moved. Besides, he was already sitting on the ground, and had offered to carry her. It would be annoying to stand up, sore as he was, only to have to sit again. It was best to just rest until Drot was ready to be moved.

He watched the two Kuhnas go off to find the splint with a low, curious raptorine purr. Bloodthirsty as he was, Deuce realized that their help might later be needed, and they might not yield much meat, anyway. Instead of letting himself linger on this thought, though, he busied his mind elsehwere by studying his surroundings. Maybe he'd find a way out, but then that made him wonder if he wanted to get out, seeing as it was so cool in here.

"Hmm." He snorted for no particular reason as he watched the dust swirl, still trying to settle despite the trickle of sand that still poured from the hole they fell through. They slid quite a long ways down that pillar..about three stories, in fact. The pillar was laying diagonally across the room, it's base being just in front of a five-foot high stage just beside a case of stone steps carved into it that led up to the door in the middle that he'd spotted earlier. There was another sturdy pillar just on the other side of the steps(littered with inscriptions), and at the top were two gargantuan Tomb Imeuts made of gold, silver, and obsidian on either side of the door. The scarabs commonly seen with the live versions were made of emerald, and were standing in one raised paw of the Imeut, one wing from each scarab outstretched across the top of the door.

At the top of the pillar they slid down on was the hole they fell from. It was too high up to try to climb up the cracked and splintering pillar(it was a wonder it didn't collapse under them on their way down). And, he noticed, direcly under the hole, on the ground was a pile of broken and fractured alabaster stones. The rest of the roof seemed sturdy enough, but what caught his attention from the roof was a square arrangement of pillars in the center of the room--which was as big as a ball room. In the middle was an ebony sarcophogus littered with heiroglyphs as well, and atop it was a solid gold statue of Symona(posed like what you and I know as the Sphynx), the proper gems arranged accordingly to match her colors. Deuce figured whoever was in that must've been someone important to be burried in such a place.

The rest of the room was empty save things that were burried with this person and left as offerings. He wouldn't know they were made of gold until the dust settled.

Levi glanced to the other Kuhna as he spoke, giving his head a mild nod in agreement. "Right. We'll get supplies for your Serraptor and inform them to prepare what's slavageable." He was worried about the water supply, as well as how low their canned food supply was, already. "While they're getting that ready, we should have a look around and see if we can find water and something to hunt down." Bi-colored eyes flickered aroun the room as he made for the stairs a few yards to the left of where they landed with a delightfully devilish glint.

His feline eyes deffinately saw all of the valuables tucked away in this forgotten place. His ears went back for a second with a flick of his tail as he corrected himself for a moment. Those goodies will have to wait to be filched. It's no use in lugging something big around when survival's your main goal. But oh, how they beckoned to him. "That's as good a question as any, and believe me, I've a few of my own." His accented voicecame out in an amused purr as he whipped around. After the gold plates, statues, vases, jewelry and jars weighed more and more on his mind, he found an excuse to get to them for better inspection.

"But..perhaps we'll find something sturdy enough to bind your friend's leg with over here."

Deuce / Levi
15 / 26

[Moofius]

(( You have a plot, you can't scare me away... Though this post is intimidatingly long, though I understand as much is description. Still. XD;; <333 But it's good. ))

Working around the dirt as best she could Drot attempted to take up the water. She wasn't about to waste it, they didn't have water to waste.
Hsss...!
She couldn't help it, when the girl touched the bruised skin just under the knee the pain was enough for Drot to want to kill whatever it was that was hurting her. The white feathers (not flecked to a pale tan/gold from the sand of the Wilt'no) along her neck flattened angrily but she didn't strike, Drot was tame enough to know help when she saw it in a human.
"Hurts, hurts bad! Don't touch!"
The experience was repeated for, the reaction more violent, an obvious ridge of abnormality running from her wrist to half way up the bone there. The reptiles arm was starting to swell as well as bruise.
"Is hurting much. Is not wanting you to touch!"
The girl might want to help but Drot didn't seem to understand the process. Why did the girl have to make it hurt? Couldn't she just fix it? Fix it or leave it alone, but don't make it hurt. It might take a bit more effort for Drot to cooperate.

Dacre nodded, the plan seemed sound, simple, flexible and had priorities... prioritized. So... Something to set Drots wounds, looking around there seemed to be... things up towards the... esophagus? This seemed... very ancient history. It also screamed treasure, more then anything else he'd ever experienced. Looking towards the trikuhna it seemed clearly that he'd realized this places treasure potential as well; maybe better then Dacre.
"Lets go then!" He was about to take the lead, but thinking about it... He didn't want to be the one to set off any traps. I mean, that's what these places had, traps right?
"Ladies first?" the kuhna stepped off to the side, being the gentlemen and the jerk all at once.

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NEVER. Take SATs. o_o The biggest waste of five hours ever...I swear. ;n;
And yes, I do have a plot. :3 It's just to introduce my Imeut to Evelon, though. o3o ))

Klaus pulled away as Drot started to get defensive. She shouldn'tve because Klaus was helping, but the girl understood that animals instinctually get defensive when injured and approached, knowing such things would normally spell out their death. Thus, she did little more to touch it.

She considered the swelling and the like of the leg and arm, and the feel of the displacement of bone an muscle underneath the layer of scales. "Well, it seems to me as if your arm is badly broken near the wrist. The bone in your arm has not punctured your scales, but we need to get you to a hospital. It will need to have pins inserted to make your bone heal properly and perhaps reattach tendons to your bone. Your leg seems to be better..hopefully it is only a fracture by your knee as those are harder to correct, but as it stands, I can not quite say. Once the swelling goes down, I might be able to tell."

Deuce was watching intently. he could make out what she was saying, but he hadn't the vocal chords or practice to talk to her on his own. He didn't have much to say, anyway.

His ears pricked and turned as the other piped up. He turned back, one paw raised and his tails slowly swaying as he faced the ashen kuhna. A chuckle escaped him as the younger kuhna threw an insult his way. Well, at the very least, from what he knew of the Dacre, he had a decent sense of humor on him.

"Then what are you waiting for, love? On you go.~" He sat back on his haunches with a playful half-grin, watching and waiting to see what the kuhna's next move would be. The gold and jewels were just glittering and waiting, but time seemed to stand still down here. It wasn't, really, but in a place as old as this, it was hard to even care to wonder what time it was.

Levi / Deuce
27/16

[Moofius]

(( Will do. Sorry this is taking so long for me to reply too. x____x;;; ))

She calmed down a bit, feathers wilting along her neck.
"Is sorry... Just hurts. Hurts much." she mumbled. She felt sort of... cloudy in her thoughts and yet everything seemed to look very sharp. Things jumped out at her, everything was very present. She was in danger, being weak like this and maybe her body was trying to make up for that. An up side of being able to see everything, the be so aware and the down side for being so... hard to approach.
"Will hurt for how long?" She couldn't move her arm or her fingers very well, and when she did it hurt her too much.
"Will work when? I can stand... Yes?" she asked, already trying to use just the one good leg to get herself up. She wobbled and looked to be in pain but managed to stand, her injured leg had little to no pressure on it; the curse of her claws lightly touching the ground. Being up Drot felt less weak and she clicked happily to herself before turning her attention to Deuce asking in their shared native tongue if he was alright and if he needed anything. As far as she was concerned he was the leader and if the leader was in bad shape the whole group was in bad shape.

Dacre laughed, rolling his eyes. He'd half expected that; course the fall had rattled any of his come backs. It was a pretty bad experience, probably his worst and he'd been in a few tight spots. Oh! Okay well it wasn't his best but.
"I'm waiting for the lady to go first. Now shoo, just go!" still laughing a bit, "I'm not going to be Indianna the Adventurer only to be crushed by the boulder, alright? I want the head start if anything comes at us."

(( FAIL! DX Sorry. xDx ))