A Knight to Forget

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn was going to kill something or someone. He was not at all pleased, but this time he had a completely legitimate reason for his current mood: he had experienced having an arrow right through his shoulder. While no one had initially been aiming for him, it managed to hit right between the two bits of armor, hitting the skin part that was not protected. What were the chances? Apparently, a drunken archer had better aim than a sober one. A complete fluke, and unfortunately, Vaughn had to be the victim to it. He had been riding on his horse, trying to get away from all the 'excitement', but he was not doing too well.

He knew a serious wound when he saw one and through he had broken the arrow, pulled it out and tied something around it, he had lost and was still losing a lot of blood. He had very limited supplies and was trying to ride towards somewhere that would have better care. While he did not value his life, and did not fear death, he was not going to given the drunken moron the satisfaction of killing him with one simple injury. Surely this was mild enough for Vaughn to deal with. He just hoped it was not going to get infected, but again, he was no physician and did not possess enough medical knowledge to make that assessment.

He wiped small tears of sweat from forehead. Pulling his horse to a stop, he dismounted, finding it difficult to stand straight due to the faintness he was feeling from losing all of that blood. He was in the middle of a forest, still assuming he was in Camelot but also knowing that he had quite a distance to go before he was near any sort of civilization that would give him medical aid. So he managed to walk over to the nearest tree and leaned against it, sliding down so that he was seated upright, his legs straight out in front of him, and his head and back against the trunk. He closed his eyes, trying to remain conscious but this was proving to be quite the struggle. He would not let himself die in this ridiculous way, so he fought to stay away, even though his eyes were closed, as the blood soaked through the thin cloth he had wrapped around.

[[Tag Amaya]]

[starduster77]

Amaya was wandering around the forest, she was looking for fresh herbs yes it was night but still did it matter? As she walked through the forest she heard lots of noises that made her jump in fright. She found these herbs: Coltsfoot,Yarrow,chamomile,and poppy.

As she continued her walk farther and farther into the forest she began to hear the sound of hoofbeats not terribly far off. Then all the sudden it stoped so Amaya decided to investigate. Amaya followed her instincts till she came to a big oak tree with a man sitting under it. She stayed behind the bush and just watched him for a while when she saw blood gushing from his shoulder. Amay hesitated at first but then she walked out of the bushes ran to him and knelt down saying urgently "are you okay?" What happened? Amaya lighly slapped his face to keep his eyes open, then she turned and rummaged in her medicine bag;Amaya wouldn't be caught dead with out it. She quickly began pulling off all of his chest and arm armor so he could breath better and so she could look at the wound better. Amaya ripped of his shirt sleeve and looked at the deep cut.

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Vaughn heard a soft, yet urgent voice suddenly rush towards him. He had not wanted anyone to find him in this position. If he were to die, then so be it. He did not need anyone to share concern for him, for he had little concern for himself. He slightly opened his eyes, giving the appearance that they were still closed, but in reality, he just wanted to see who this woman was who had expressed so much worry. He fully closed them again, as a combination of a smile and smirk formed on his expression. "I must have died, and entered heaven for I am in the presence of a red haired beauty."

Even in this worn state, he was not above flirtations and innuendos. Of course, that was how his conversations often started with those of the opposite sex. He kept his eyes closed when she began to remove his armor, doing it at a rather hurried pace. He may appear delirious, but in actuality, he was fully in his conscious mind. He was just relaxing, and what better way to do that than in the company of a beautiful woman.

[starduster77]

Amaya nearly smacked him but instead she said cooly"You better keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll have to cut it out!"
Amaya looked at his wound then she put her hand on it and pressed on the skin, then she said"This will hurt by the way" Amaya then dug her fingers into the wound and pulled out the arrow head."There"Amaya said as she pulled out some bandages and bandaged his arm after she put a poultice on it. Amaya then cleaned her hands and around the bandage."Better?"

Amaya stacked his armor next to him neatly, then she sat down next to him with a sigh. She had no idea where she was but she wasn't going to say that instead she just said
"I will be taking your horse you know?"Amaya stood up and moved toward the horse, she couldn't just leave him could she? No she couldn't. Amaya turned back and faced him.

[Vaughn Adeney]

::vaughn::

Did she just threaten to cut his tongue out? And for what, paying her a compliment? What kind of woman was this? What woman did not like compliments? Vaughn usually did not act so innocently towards someone at first, so this was not common but for her to speak in such a way was strange. He opened his eyes when she began to "help him". Vaughn was not at all pleased. She threatened him then, and she was now saying that she was going to take his horse.

Vaughn looked at her, his face expressionless and unreadable, his voice completely monotone. He was actually going to answer at least one of her questions, pertaining to her asking if he was better. "I did not ask you to help me. You should have minded your own business." He noticed her moving towards his horse, and was not about to let this strange woman steal his mode of transportation. He fought through the pain and in one quick, swift motion, stood up while he pulled out both swords from the sheaths strapped to his back, and positioned the points of each one so that they were just touching her throat, without actually penetrating it. "Take one more step," he said a mute tone. No expression, no reluctance, no trouble threatening a woman in such a way. He did not kill for no reason, but if she moved, he would have a reason and he would not hesitate in killing her.