Paths of Gold

[Rogue of Night]

Swift Hawk stared with a furrowed brow, her eyes now shining with bewilderment as she watched the scene unfold before her. Was it normal for a human to be this...angry and...violent?
She shook the thoughts from her brain, and scooted around the tree a little, to reach a better vantage point. She grinned. This seemed to be the perfect time to act. She closed one eye, finding her target, and fired the arrow. It hit the neck of one of the men, the poison seeping into his skin. With triumph, she stood, letting out a war cry as she moved to her next form of cover to take aim at the next. She did enjoy a good battle.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Kiche instinctively dropped to the ground as the arrow was fired, his mind replaying an age-old scenario. But when he noticed a second land in the breast of one of the females, piercing the place where her heart would be, he realized that he had to move, and fast.
Pushing himself up and biting his lip so hard it bled, Kiche moved to a tree for support, the bullet in his leg slowing him down considerably.

[Rogue of Night]

Her wings itched to be released from the dark magic which rendered them incapacitated and invincible, but she would not show her true colours yet. There was no need, and she would manage without the feathery appendages.
Swift Hawk leapt down from the ridge, taking aim at one of the others, planting her feet firmly on the ground. The arrow whirred through the air once it had been released, plunging into the second male's leg, causing him to stumble. She readied another, and aimed for the last female, knowing full well the poison would react quickly with the man's blood. Her arrow fired, lodging itself deep in the woman's windpipe.
The gray-haired woman lowered her weapon, her eyes now narrowed as the second opened again. It had taken her no effort to take them down. This was why she was an asset to the village.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Left shoulder, right thigh, Kiche hissed, watching as each of the creatures went down one by one.
"Humans make good slave labour, hmm?" He hissed at the bodies in Cree, before the last woman died.
"You make the mistake of... assuming that... we're the only werewolves out there," the lady laughed before taking a shuddering breath and dying.
Kiche's vision went black, and he wrapped his right arm around the tree to steady himself.

[Rogue of Night]

Swift Hawk turned to Kiche, contemplating the woman's last words, approaching with fluid movement. In the process, she covered her quiver of arrows to prevent any further accident. "Werewolves are no myth," she spoke carefully, pausing a foot or so away to inspect his wounds. "These will need to be looked over; a visit to the Medicine Man will be in order, and I don't want any arguing."
Without another word, she picked him up carefully, and took off with such speed, back to the village. She'd clean up the mess of death once he was in the capable hands of their healer.

[C H E Y E N N E]

A moan of pain slipped through Kiche's lips as Swift Hawk lifted him, but the shock was still setting in, so he said nothing.

[Rogue of Night]

They returned to the village quickly, and Swift Hawk immediately sought out the Medicine Man. He was sitting outside his tepee, a small pit where a fire may have once burned sitting before him as he played with the smoke.
When Swift Hawk approached, his tired face looked up at her.
"What has happened?" he asked as she set Kiche down.
"The white men shot him."
The Medicine Man began to hum and chant as he inspected the wounds, sighing with regret. "These wounds have always been strange to us. I still do not know how to fix them."
"Then give me the supplies so that I can."
"You do not know how."
Swift Hawk held out her hand expectantly. "How do you know that? I have never told anyone about my other fields of expertise."
The Medicine Man still shook his head. "I will do the best I can. Go." He motioned with his hand in a shoo-like gesture.
Swift Hawk exhaled with frustration as she turned and moved across the village, watching the festival progress as she made her way to her own form of shelter.
Once she had left, the Medicine Man went to work.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Mem, who had let out a small scream when she saw Swift Hawk enter, scampered over to the structure.
"Kiche! Kiche!" She cried as her non-blood brother looked up at her through pained eyes. "Kiche, what happened?"
"... 'mbush... There were five of them. Killed the leader, but he had shot me two times... 'ft Hawk shot them..."

[Rogue of Night]

"You were lucky Swift Hawk was there," the Medicine Man acknowledged, shaking a rattle-looking object over his wounds. He chanted and hummed, his expression grave until he set the wooden thing down. Without another word, he began to mix up a poultice with ingredients he had spread all around himself, and once completely mixed, pressed some to the wound. It had a numbing effect so that the native man could extract the bullets.

Swift Hawk sat against her tepee, closing her eyes with a sigh. It felt good to fight like that again; the poison had reacted quicker than she remembered, which quickened the victory. This thought made her frown. She hated quick victories. What was this?
Her crossbow was slipped inside the shelter as she began to rub over her shoulder, massaging the muscles which had effectively held control and precision over her assault. Had she arrived even a minute later than she had, Kiche would've easily been gone. Her frown deepened at this.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Mem gripped Kiche's hand tightly, her eyes wide with fear. "You'll be okay though, yeah?"
"I've had worse."

[Rogue of Night]

The Medicine Man continued to chant as he stood, lifting Kiche to bring inside his shelter, where he would effectively remove the bullets with proper discretion.
Once inside the dimly lit tepee, he cut away the cloth hindering the effective healing of the wounds, and pushed the material aside. Another poultice was made up quickly, and as soon as it was ready, the Medicine Man knelt at Kiche's side, lifting up an eagle's wing prop to flap rhythmically and gently while his other hand came to remove the bullets with ease. They were set aside while the same fingers were dipped in the new poultice. All the while he continued to chant, now rubbing the new medicine on the lesions.
It only took a few more moments before the Medicine Man was able to remove the bullets, setting them aside before fixing and dressing the wounds appropriately.
The chanting ceased soon thereafter, and the Medicine Man turned his withered face to look at Kiche. "There you go," said he in his native accent, his voice aged. "You will need to be careful while you heal. I will tell Howling Wind to prevent your participation in strenuous tasks."

ooc;; this post was my demise. I swear, I kept getting distracted so I couldn't concentrate. If it's all over the place, you know why.

[C H E Y E N N E]

Kiche winced at he sat up, eyes narrowed. "And what does strenuous activities mean in this case?" He asked, trying to stop his voice from growling.
"Kiche..."

[Rogue of Night]

The Medicine Man just stared back evenly, motioning out of his shelter. "You will go now. Be careful."

[C H E Y E N N E]

Kiche nodded. His head hurt slightly - it was probably the lead from the bullets working into his system, not too worrisome - and his limbs were awkward instead of moving with the hunter's stealth he had acquired over the years.

[Rogue of Night]

The Medicine Man helped him stand, and out of his tepee. He motioned to wherever Mem was, grunting as he sat down.