Fantasy Of A Feather (1x1 18+) Rayvin and Saffron_Majesty)

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas was a hundred feet away now and he could both see and hear the harpy. In an effort to be less intimidating, Silas transformed back into a pseudo-human, his body shrinking and shifting as he walked so that his canines were smaller and there was less muscle and hair on his big frame. He then pulled out his police badge as he advanced on the harpy. "I'm hear to take you to my police station where I can keep you safe and treat you for your wounds. You must be hungry." Silas offered now fifty feet away.

 

[Rayvin]

The harpy now knew she wasn’t alone and someone had spotted her. Now she started to panic and tried to lift off but the water in her feathers weighed her down. She frantically shook them off before getting off the ground several feet. Her wings beat madly and uncoordinatedly as she took off.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas sprinted the remaining distance between him and the harpy and stopped when he was under her struggling form. She wasn't going to make it far if at all. Silas held up his hands. "I'm not here to hurt you or catch you. If I had wanted to catch you, you would've been caught." Silas said putting his hands on his hips. "Besides, you have injuries. If they aren't treated you will not only get an infection you will die." Silas yelled up at the harpy.

 

[Rayvin]

The harpy looked down at him, frightened at how fast he had caught up. Her wings started to falter again as she staggered away. There was an audible whimper as she exerted her body. A few flaps of her wings brought her thirty feet away towards the ridge. As she came to the face, a stiff gust of wind hit her side ways and threw her off balance. She came to hit the side of the ridge and started to fall. She cried out as she tried to regain any sort of control but gravity had her in it's clutches. Her face scraped the side of the rock as her wings flounced about.

As she came to rest on the ground she achingly sat up and curled her wings around her. That was all she had left... Her strength was gone, her body was done. Her hands covered her mouth to try and muffle her crying but she couldn't stop it.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas followed the harpy to where she had landed and when he was about five feet away he sighed and carefully sat down cross legged across from the harpy. He waited until her sobs had reduced to ragged breaths. "I know you're scared and it's hard to listen to what I'm sayin." Lilas said rubbing the back of his neck. "But you need ta listen lass." Lilas removed his back pack and put it in his lap, fishing through it for a moment. He pulled his right arm out of the pack with with a camping meal pack that contained pre-boiled rice and fish bits. "Don't ask me why pseudo-ram'd have fish in his pack. What a weirdo." Silas muttered to himself. He tossed the meal pack and a spoon over to the harpy. "You should eat that at-least. An I know it's uncomfortable but I'm gonna need to treat those wounds or ya might get sick before we get out of this forest." Silas said matter of factly.

 

[Rayvin]

The harpy peaked out from behind her wings and saw the food lying on the ground. There was a completely different reaction from her when she saw the food. Desperately she reached for it and opened it. The food was being inhaled quickly as she shoved overloaded spoonfuls into her mouth. Rice fell out of her mouth as she stuffed it full to the point of nearly choking. Lumps of rice got stuck but she swallowed hard to get it down.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"Man they didn't feed you much did they? I know CPR but try not to choke all right?" Silas said with an obviously disturbed expression. He fished around in the pack and found a small chocolate protein shake as well as large 24oz mineral water. Silas rolled these two items over to the harpy and scooched himself a foot closer. Silas was a tough man if you couldn't tell from his scar. But he had a big heart for his own kind, especially those who were abused and exploited like this desperate harpy, its why he was with the sting and rescue unit. As Silas looked over the harpy's nearly naked body more, his heart broke and his blood boiled. He didn't see cases like this very often.

 

[Rayvin]

She went through the bag of rice in a couple of minutes and saw the water. Before her last mouthful was finished she snatched the water and started to chug it down. Water trickled down the side of her mouth as she got though half of the bottle before taking a breath.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"We got that guy that was keeping you captive. He's gonna lead us to who was responsible for that mess." Silas said, combing through his hair with one hand remorsefully. "I want you to know that we were appalled by the horrors in that barn. I and my team, we're like you. As-in, we're cryptids. I'll never forget what it was like when I was in cages like those." Silas said looking up at the harpy. "You got a name?" He asked with a calming demeanor.

 

[Rayvin]

As she the slurped shake, she curled up slightly as he reached out. When she felt his hand touch her hair she flinched and clutched the shake. Hearing him speak about himself helped her warm up to him. She looked to his face and saw the large scar carved into his face. Her eyes looked worried about his presence still.

“O-Ophelia.” She spoke timidly.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas brushed some dirt out of Ophelia's hair. "That's a beautiful name." he said pleasantly. Pulling back slightly at her flinching. "I know I look like a scary guy, but I just want to get you to a safe place. "Your in no condition to walk, let alone fly, so I'll have to carry you." Silas said rubbing his chin. "I know you're uncomfortable with that but it's dangerous out here and I'm worried about your injuries. "It's a lot to ask but you've got to trust me." Silas said matter of factly.

 

[Rayvin]

She listened to him through her wing still but as he spoke, it had slowly started to lower. Her wide eyes kept wandering over him warily. Her wings finally settled on the ground, slightly folded and tucked in.

She wondered if he could really be trusted. It wasn’t until there was the sound of howling in the distance that got both of their attention. Her wings weakly snapped up and she held the beverage close to her person. Her eyes snapped in the direction of the sound, erratically looking in the distance. She had to make a choice and now. Did she really have one though? It didn’t seem like he was going to leave her and if by some off change that he did.. she most likely wouldn’t make it.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas got to his feet swiftly and pointed his rifle into the darkness. He breathed on heavily, trying to detect a scent. "Its a pack of wolves. We need to move before they here. Based off of the scent they're hunting us." Silas explained after a moment of sniffing.

He turned back to the harpy and slung his rifle on his back. "I want to give you the choice to trust me, but time is running out." Silas said urgently but with a calm expression.

 

[Rayvin]

She looked into the distance where he was pointing and wondered how he could tell.. but she didn’t want to find out. There was a very hesitant nod of her head as she curled up against the ridge side.

There was a feeling in her gut that made her feel sick. She prayed she wouldn’t regret this.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas took the nod as a yes and a ready to go all in one. He slung his rigle over his back and quicky walked over to the harpy, gently scooping her up into a cradling hold. "Sorry about this." Silas said apogetically. His canines grew large and his hair grew larger. When he was done, Silas had a lot more muscle. With a harsh grunt, Silas exploded into action, accelerating into the forest like a unchained wolf. His big ragged breaths were the only sound as he was running so fast that wind effectively blocked incoming noise.

 

[Rayvin]

As she felt herself being lifted from the ground, she inhaled sharply followed by a pained whimper. She heard his apology then and looked up at his face. His canines protruded from his mouth and his body enlarged. Ophelia was near frightened to speak. She was jolted when he took at such an alarming speed. Her eyes shut as she still clutched the bottle. Raggedy breaths seemed to reverberate in her ears as she felt the wind rush past. Her body was starting to hurt even more now and her rigidity wasn't helping. Her face stung as it rubbed against Silas' heaving chest. Blood smeared against it from her scrap against the rough ridge.

It felt like time had slowed down for her and she felt her eyes start to grow weak. It grew harder to open them as well as keep her head up. Her head bobbed a couple of times. What little tears she had left streaked down her face as she fought off the sleep. Her hair whipped about her, tangling and knotting up. Finally, she felt her body relaxing as if she were dreaming. 'Hang on!', she thought. Her body couldn't resist anymore.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas had run twenty five miles in an hour to reach the pick up point for the helicopter. His team had waiting for him there. "She's in bad shape. Tramp, you and I need to take care of her while she's asleep. Vertigo, get us off the ground and take us back to HQ. We've got a wolf pack on our heels." Silas said with a distorted voice from transformation, handing out orders. Silas hopped into the helicopter followed by the ram brothers. Callaghan closed the door as Tramp pulled down a fixed stretcher. The helicopter took off. Silas laid the half asleep harpy on the stretcher and fastened a belt over her midsection to keep her still. Tramp got a med kit from under the stretcher and Silas and Tramp got to work.

The helicopter was approaching the rescue HQ and the half asleep harpy was covered in bandaging an wraps for all of her injuries. Somewhere along the way Silas had administered a shot of Novocaine to help with the pain. The wolf-man stood with arms crossed over the harpy. "She'll be alright cap, we did a good job." Vertigo reassured Silas from the cockpit. Silas nodded and sat down, letting out a breath he'd been holding.

 

[Rayvin]

As the helicopter made contact, it jolted the helicopter some and the harpy lurched awake. The shake was enough to spook her awake and she shot her wings out. One of them was restricted to the space between her and the wall of the aircraft but the other one was free to stretch out. It spread out, dropping a couple of feathers on the ground and whacking anyone that was near enough. "Nnngh!" She grimaced and tried sitting up. With her eyes half open she felt the best over her midsection and tried to wriggle out of it. She looked around and found Silas among the few people around her. "W-w-where am I?" Her voice wavered as she tried pushing on the belt.

What as she in? Why was it moving? Why was it so loud?? She started to pant and tear up. This feeling of ignorance.. not knowing anything or what was happening was killing her.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

When the helicopter set down Ophelia immediately began to struggle. Silas stood out of his seat and gently placed his hands on the harpy's shoulders. "Hey hey it's all right. We just landed at the police headquarters in a helicopter and you're safe now." Silas said reassuringly. "Tramp, five mils of adavan!" Silas order. "Five mils cap?" Tramp fired back. "She's a harpy, she needs it for her metabolism level." Silas explained. Tramp nodded, her short brown hair bobbing as she did so. Another syringe went into Ophelia's right arm. The adavan flowed through her veins until her mind was completely dissociated from the pain and panic, causing her to calm down almost instantly.

The two ram brothers carried the harpy off to medical with Silas following close behind. Tramp and Vertigo stayed behind to close up the chopper.

The ram brothers had left Silas in a medical room where three clinic staff had restrained her and we're changing her bandages and stitching up wounds. Silas sat in a chair behind the med staff, watching the process.

 

[Rayvin]

Once in the medical room, there was a few minutes where a curtain was closed around the bed so she could be changed into a gown. What she on was put into a bag for evidence and then handed to Silas. Once she was dressed, they opened the curtain and let Silas observe.

Ophelia wasn't difficult to restrain, her wings however needed some support. One of the doctors imagined up a way to get some of the smaller bed side stands and line them up with her wings where they then stretched them out laid them on top. Not before placing pillows underneath them. "Alright, we need the works!" the supervising nurse said. "I need a bag of salene, and glucose, rainbow draw, and an antiobiotic infusion." The staff scattered to get their supplies and tests set up while one stayed and checked her vitals. One of her eyes seemed a little puffy and he took a small flashlight to check their response. "I need some medicated eyedrops too! She's got a pretty bad infection in this eye." Once handed the small bottle, he held her left eye open.

As Ophelia laid there, stirring due to the commotion, she felt the bottom part of her eyelid being pulled down and then a droplets falling into it. There was a quick shake of her head and a very distressed whine as she felt the sting of the medication. "I know, just a couple more and we'll be done with your eyes for now." This doctor quickly and skillfully repeated his action and she tried shaking her head away again. "There we go, all done." He went on to check her blood pressure and heart rate while a coworker returned with a small plastic basket filled with a variety of colored small tubes. The phlebotomist quickly got to work on prepping her arm and she started to struggle more. She didn't like being held down.. Her body felt heavy and she simply wanted to sleep..

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas took the bad of bloody clothes he was given and left the medical room. He walked slowly and with contemplation. When silas reached the elevator he got inside and dropped down to the fifth floor from the fifteenth. He tooo two right turns and entered an office labeled "evidence." There was a short red haired man at a desk when Silas walked in. "Hey Joe, these are the clothes of the harpy we recovered on last nights run. I need this stuff analyzed as soon as ypu can get to it." Silas said. "I'll do what I can." Joe said confidently. Silas nodded and walked out of the room. He made his way back to the elevator and the fifteenth floor. Silas entered the medical room just as the last medic was packing his tools. "She's a little out of it." The medic said as he left. Silas nodded and pulled up a chair next to the harpy to wait for her to wake up.

 

[Rayvin]

She was stabilizing and resting now, her wings were still outstretched. In the light, the color of her hair was more visible as well as the amount of broken and missing feathers in her wings. She’d been given a morphine drip with a couple other bags attached to her IV. Wires came from under her gown to a heart monitor, a blood pressure cuff around her upper arm and an oxygen saturation monitor on her finger. She looked peaceful now and comfortable.

One of the other nurses approached Silas with a bigger brown paper back with 'EVIDENCE' written on it as well as a smaller plastic bag with swabs, documents, and a used comb. The nurse looked particularly disturbed to hand him the smaller envelope.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas had been watching the harpy intently when a nurse approached him with more evidence. He took a large evidence bag, documents, and a rape kit envelope. Silas had seen many envelopes similar to this over his time on the rescue force, but his anger had never lessened. The nurse patted him on the shoulder and offered her condolences. Silas nodded and thanked her. He took a moment to get his mind back on track, staring at the envelope in his hands. Silas huffed and made another trip to the processing room. "Another rape victim. Add a level of priority to this case." Silas ordered the attendant at the desk." She nodded dutifully to Silas before he walked back out the processing room door and made his way back to Ophelia's recovery room. Upon arriving, Silas pulled up a chair beside her bed and got comfortable. In addition to being a captain, when Silas was on a team, he was the battlefield psychologist for the members and the victims they brought in. So he would have to at least wait until the harpy woke up so he could provide their first of potentially multiple therapy visits. He sometimes handed lesser cases off to his psychologist peers, but on serious cases that he was involved in, Silas liked to be involved.

 

[Rayvin]

She lay there peacefully and soundly. She had been cleaned up a little more after the tests had been finished but they would hold off on a full shower until she was awake. Bandages covered her cheek, stomach and hip, along with her knees. Stitches had to be used on her stomach and hip as her back. Her wings had some patches of gauze taped to the bald spots and wounds. There was a red ring around her neck with multiple, little punctures in a line. The choke collar had left a bad mark on her. It had been cleaned out and dressed sparingly to allow air to get to it.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas had spent a couple hours running his eyes over Ophelia, acknowledging every bruise, cut, scrape, and major injury that she had sustained. He himself hadn't had the chance to clean up or get anything to eat, but he was determined to be awake when Ophelia cam to so that she wouldn't experience any lonesomeness. He didn't know how old she was or how early on she had been captured so he couldn't predict how she would respond to waking up in the hospital.