Reconnecting from Trauma - RPLOG
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Date
4/8/2015
Log
Sasha couldn't believe what she'd heard from Zach last time he showed up with parts for the Maison. Down right couldn't believe it. She had the fortune, or misfortune, to have been talking to Thelergramor when the fox taur showed up with the news. She knew Miranai was out of commission, that something happened and shi was shunning the adult world for one of hir fantisies, but after hearing what had happened to Blanche, to Ava, and to Alkain, that was a bit too much.
It wouldn't have been hard for the currently hyena to follow the winged jackle as she sloshingly made her way through the network of choppers to get to Glenstock and into the SB's HQ. It was there, she stopped and barged in. Still sloshing, she looks around, "Ok, where is Blanche and my mother?" She asks, not even checking if she were followed.
In the room amongst the beds is one in particular that seems to have a large lump in it. Under it would be found Blanche, her facial fur matted where he tears have flowed as she lays there motionless. She hasn't taken care of herself at all, she stays hungry thirsty and unkempt from her encounter with Mira.
Thelergramor did of course follow after Sasha, for multiple poorly thought out reasons amounting to Vulpine Curiosity, having nothing better to do, boredom and some amount of concern. Of course getting this far unnoticed would have been -really- difficult, what with the choppers and such, but 'requisitioning' some pilot's helmets helped him blend well enough... The hyena follows Sasha from a small distance, back, quietly observing as she forces a door open... Starts approaching after that, rifle in hand.
Looking back a moment, she notices Thelergramor following her in, rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "Put that thing down, this is my mother and grandmother's home." She says, looking around. She looks around for a bit, questioning various others. It seems they are mostly her brothers, sisters, and other relations, until one of them tells her Blanche's hiding place.
Sasha wastes no time heading up there and seeking the Husky out. "Hey, Blanche! I know you are in here, come on out." She shouts out, looking to see if Thelergramor was still following her.
Blanche doesn't stir from where shes at. She stays hidden underneath the covers. Shes Awake but pays no mind to her surroundings. The voice of Sasha, however jostles her stupor slightly, her ear flicking as she wonders if she should make herself known. In the meantime, she lays in bed lays in bed lethargic.
Thelergramor continues to follow her, smirking a bit. He slings his rifle over his back, continues on inside, hands in his pockets as he follows Sasha about. "Huh... Nice place." He may or may not be sarcastic, hard to tell with his tone. He stays mostly quiet as the siblings are questioned, just following after her as she does her thing.
Sasha growls a bit, looking over to Thelergramor, "Come on, going to have to do this the hard way it seems." She says. There were of course many beds full, but only one that had someone actually hiding under the covers. The jackel walks over to it and pulls, unknowing if Blanche would stop holding them over her or not, "Come on out Blanche, it is talky time. And maybe if you are good, it will be walky time after." She jokes.
Blanche whences as light enters her eyes for longer than she cares to remember. She doesn't resist or try keeping herself hidden and answers in a morose tone to Sashas intrusion as she lifts her head slowly to look at her. "Hey..." She says simply, unsure of what else she could say or even if she actually cared to elaborate. Sasha's presence does however encourage her, even if it isn't obvious from the start.
Thelergramor is still a bit lost, but, has clear orders! Those being: Come on. All he needs as he steps up bext to Sasha, still as cold as ever. If not in personality, in physical temperature: Icy hyena. "Hello." Thel adds to Blanche as she's awakened.
Sasha looks Blanche over a moment, rolls her eyes, then takes a seat, "You look like the trolls got a hold of you for a while. Care to talk about it a moment?" She asks. Then looks to Thelergramor, "Hey, could you do me a big favor, two doors down on the right should be a closet with some towels and a brush, could you bring them here?" She asks as she looks Blanche over a bit longer.
Blanche frowns to Sasha as she replies. "Whats there to talk about... Zack said theres something wrong with Mira. I wanted to make sure shes ok. I could't stop myself from getting fucked. Turns out, I'm a slut." She lays her head down, she looks about to cry but tears don't come. She sighs pitifully as she tries to lock away the memory, but as far as she guesses, Sasha is going to want details.
Thelergramor nods, says "Yup." Then follows the simple instructions given, heading two doors down and into the closet. He opens the door, looks over the contents, ear flicking as he peers at the things... Grabs the towels and brush. "What're these for?" He calls back picking them up and shutting the closet and walking back with an amused smile. Likes to be useful! But, feels his rut starting, tries to ignore it for now... Not too bad, just tenting his pants a bit.
Sasha looks over Blanche a moment, before she can't help laughing a moment, "You, a slut around mom. I'd give you a million cred if you could name me ten people who, when mom's in the right mood, aren't sluts around her. Or absolute horn dogs." She looks to Thelergramor as he brings back the brush and towel, noticing the smell, "Now, keep that in your pants." She says, "Or I'll help you by cutting it off." With that she turns back to Blanche, "Now, let's dry you off." She says, gently dabbing and rubbing over Blanche for a moment, starting to work the brush through her, "And you tell Thele and I what happened." She says, "When did you last eat?"
Blanche her expression doesn't change much. "I just wanted to help..... I tried saying no, but I couldn't. I didn't want sex. But I couldn't stop..." As Sasha wipes her down and brushes her fur she sighs again. "I don't know... I stopped caring." Despite herself, she was liking the grooming she was getting, but it wasn't doing much to her overall mood.
Thelergramor winces in mock pain at the thought, snickering and shaking his head after. "Yeah... I'll keep it in my pants." Shifts his pants over, trying to hide his arousal, then pockets his hands in failure. "Might be a good idea to eat something..." Starts checking through his pockets for food... "...Ate my last potato on the way here, damn."
