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[#116] Interlude (MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #116 - First Aid
Title: Interlude
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G / Injury, wound 'tending'.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Working on my NaNoWriMo novel.
Jiang Cheng stared at the unconscious shape of Nie Mingjue. The large man’s body lay pale and still on the stone banks of the waterfall’s pool. Trickles of blood leaked from the back of Nie Mingjue’s head and his mouth, running in rivulets down the stone into cerulean waters.
Their pursuers lost for the moment, Jiang Cheng looked around for the packs Nie Mingjue had been carrying. One of them, he knew, contained first aid supplies. He paddled through the pool and even plunged through the waterfall to check behind it.
But all of the Nie heir’s supplies were gone. So much for ‘always be prepared’. Jiang Cheng dived deep, thinking perhaps the packs had sunk to the bottom, since the pool had no visible outlet. Almost instantly, however, the water became dark and bone-chillingly cold. Even through his thick coat of fur.
None of this was helping Nie Mingjue. Jiang Cheng dragged himself out of the water and approached the bleeding man. As a cultivator, as one of the best of their generation, Nie Mingjue’s golden core should have repaired the damage quickly. He had not fallen so far, having been on Jiang Cheng’s broad back until the last arrow had taken the tiger’s body in the shoulder and sent him spinning.
Jiang Cheng sniffed carefully, searching Nie Mingjue for wounds. Something he did not understand was compelling him to find the damage. He used his nose to turn Nie Mingjue on his side. The back of the man’s head bled still, though it had slowed.
Before he realized what he was doing, Jiang Cheng licked the wound. He should have been disgusted, appalled. Horrified. But the blood was merely an afterthought, metallic and odd but inconsequential. He lapped at the wound until the hair parted and the wound lay bare to the clean air.
Jiang Cheng sought the next wound and the next. He nudged Nie Mingjue’s robes aside with one enormous paw and used a single claw to slice open the trousers. An arrow stuck from Nie Mingjue’s thigh.
Blinking, he stared at it; wondering how he did not notice it first and foremost. With a mental shrug he lowered his head and sniffed. A bitter, foul scent emanated from the arrow head. Jiang Cheng pulled back, sneezing until the stench cleared his nostrils.
Then he broke the arrow head off with his teeth and spat it into the pool. Around it, the water roiled briefly as if coming to a boil, before the arrow head disappeared from sight. Jiang Cheng chose to avoid thinking about the disturbing occurrence too much. He’d just been swimming in that water, had it done something to him? His fur?
Shoving the thoughts aside, he carefully tugged on the shaft with his teeth, tugging the arrow out of Nie Mingjue’s leg. Jiang Cheng let it bleed for several minutes before lapping at it as he had with the other injuries.
His color vision wasn’t the same as a tiger as when he had a human shape but he thought the arrow’s fletching was red and white. This meant the men had been of the Wen Sect. But Jiang Cheng had seen golden robes on the few cultivators he’d clawed open, and no few peonies. That was the Jin Sect. Were they working together?
How much danger was Nie Mingjue in, just being near him? He threw himself in the pool again, and splashed around, swishing water around in his mouth to remove the metallic taste of blood and the smell of poison. If the water was going to melt him, let it. That would probably be the best thing for Nie Mingjue.
The water did not melt him. His fur didn’t boil off and his flesh didn’t dissolve. He actually felt better for drinking some of it. So much for the easy way out.
Jiang Cheng pulled himself from the pool and stood over Nie Mingjue, dripping the water onto the prone body and washing away the rest of the blood. Nie Mingjue’s wounds finally began to close. The tang of sweat and illness faded from the air.
The pool had purifying or healing properties, Jiang Cheng was certain of it now. He shook himself vigorously and then adjusted Nie Mingjue until he was laying as comfortably as could be managed. Then Jiang Cheng lay his huge, furry body down beside the man, until his fur partially covered him. Jiang Cheng put his head down on his paws and dozed, purring loudly and willing that soothing vibration to aid Nie Mingjue’s healing.
Odd scents and noises came and went through the night but nothing disturbed Jiang Cheng enough to wake fully or leave Nie Mingjue’s side. The air became crisp and cool and he edged closer, but that was most he moved.
When morning came, it came as a spill of golden warmth across the stone and the bodies there, until it hit the waterfall and the whole small valley burst into rainbows and sparkling diamonds.
Jiang Cheng woke enough to watch this, staring in awe. Had they stumbled into a fairy glen? Was this some goddess’s grotto? He would be sure to pay his respects, if that was the case. Surely a place as glorious as this was not mundane.
“What time is it?” The words were followed by a pained groan as Nie Mingjue rolled on his side and burrowed his face into Jiang Cheng’s fur. “It’s too early,” the man mumbled, tucking his hands under his chin. “S’too bright. Why do you smell like water and sunshine?”
Jiang Cheng bent his head and licked the side of Nie Mingjue’s face, which meant half of his head since Jiang Cheng had grown again, in the night. Nie Mingjue sat up with a yowl and rubbed the offended cheek.
“That hurts, you great beast! Your tongue is like pumice on raw flesh!”
Jiang Cheng chuffed, bumping Nie Mingjue’s chest with his nose. He was just happy this idiot was alive.
Title: Interlude
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: G / Injury, wound 'tending'.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes.
Summary: Working on my NaNoWriMo novel.
Jiang Cheng stared at the unconscious shape of Nie Mingjue. The large man’s body lay pale and still on the stone banks of the waterfall’s pool. Trickles of blood leaked from the back of Nie Mingjue’s head and his mouth, running in rivulets down the stone into cerulean waters.
Their pursuers lost for the moment, Jiang Cheng looked around for the packs Nie Mingjue had been carrying. One of them, he knew, contained first aid supplies. He paddled through the pool and even plunged through the waterfall to check behind it.
But all of the Nie heir’s supplies were gone. So much for ‘always be prepared’. Jiang Cheng dived deep, thinking perhaps the packs had sunk to the bottom, since the pool had no visible outlet. Almost instantly, however, the water became dark and bone-chillingly cold. Even through his thick coat of fur.
None of this was helping Nie Mingjue. Jiang Cheng dragged himself out of the water and approached the bleeding man. As a cultivator, as one of the best of their generation, Nie Mingjue’s golden core should have repaired the damage quickly. He had not fallen so far, having been on Jiang Cheng’s broad back until the last arrow had taken the tiger’s body in the shoulder and sent him spinning.
Jiang Cheng sniffed carefully, searching Nie Mingjue for wounds. Something he did not understand was compelling him to find the damage. He used his nose to turn Nie Mingjue on his side. The back of the man’s head bled still, though it had slowed.
Before he realized what he was doing, Jiang Cheng licked the wound. He should have been disgusted, appalled. Horrified. But the blood was merely an afterthought, metallic and odd but inconsequential. He lapped at the wound until the hair parted and the wound lay bare to the clean air.
Jiang Cheng sought the next wound and the next. He nudged Nie Mingjue’s robes aside with one enormous paw and used a single claw to slice open the trousers. An arrow stuck from Nie Mingjue’s thigh.
Blinking, he stared at it; wondering how he did not notice it first and foremost. With a mental shrug he lowered his head and sniffed. A bitter, foul scent emanated from the arrow head. Jiang Cheng pulled back, sneezing until the stench cleared his nostrils.
Then he broke the arrow head off with his teeth and spat it into the pool. Around it, the water roiled briefly as if coming to a boil, before the arrow head disappeared from sight. Jiang Cheng chose to avoid thinking about the disturbing occurrence too much. He’d just been swimming in that water, had it done something to him? His fur?
Shoving the thoughts aside, he carefully tugged on the shaft with his teeth, tugging the arrow out of Nie Mingjue’s leg. Jiang Cheng let it bleed for several minutes before lapping at it as he had with the other injuries.
His color vision wasn’t the same as a tiger as when he had a human shape but he thought the arrow’s fletching was red and white. This meant the men had been of the Wen Sect. But Jiang Cheng had seen golden robes on the few cultivators he’d clawed open, and no few peonies. That was the Jin Sect. Were they working together?
How much danger was Nie Mingjue in, just being near him? He threw himself in the pool again, and splashed around, swishing water around in his mouth to remove the metallic taste of blood and the smell of poison. If the water was going to melt him, let it. That would probably be the best thing for Nie Mingjue.
The water did not melt him. His fur didn’t boil off and his flesh didn’t dissolve. He actually felt better for drinking some of it. So much for the easy way out.
Jiang Cheng pulled himself from the pool and stood over Nie Mingjue, dripping the water onto the prone body and washing away the rest of the blood. Nie Mingjue’s wounds finally began to close. The tang of sweat and illness faded from the air.
The pool had purifying or healing properties, Jiang Cheng was certain of it now. He shook himself vigorously and then adjusted Nie Mingjue until he was laying as comfortably as could be managed. Then Jiang Cheng lay his huge, furry body down beside the man, until his fur partially covered him. Jiang Cheng put his head down on his paws and dozed, purring loudly and willing that soothing vibration to aid Nie Mingjue’s healing.
Odd scents and noises came and went through the night but nothing disturbed Jiang Cheng enough to wake fully or leave Nie Mingjue’s side. The air became crisp and cool and he edged closer, but that was most he moved.
When morning came, it came as a spill of golden warmth across the stone and the bodies there, until it hit the waterfall and the whole small valley burst into rainbows and sparkling diamonds.
Jiang Cheng woke enough to watch this, staring in awe. Had they stumbled into a fairy glen? Was this some goddess’s grotto? He would be sure to pay his respects, if that was the case. Surely a place as glorious as this was not mundane.
“What time is it?” The words were followed by a pained groan as Nie Mingjue rolled on his side and burrowed his face into Jiang Cheng’s fur. “It’s too early,” the man mumbled, tucking his hands under his chin. “S’too bright. Why do you smell like water and sunshine?”
Jiang Cheng bent his head and licked the side of Nie Mingjue’s face, which meant half of his head since Jiang Cheng had grown again, in the night. Nie Mingjue sat up with a yowl and rubbed the offended cheek.
“That hurts, you great beast! Your tongue is like pumice on raw flesh!”
Jiang Cheng chuffed, bumping Nie Mingjue’s chest with his nose. He was just happy this idiot was alive.
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