Whip Cane Bloodborne の小説・ストーリー

No one even dared to wipe the blood on their face. Everyone who never saw such gruesome would immediately faint after seeing it. Keith’s bare-back was covered in red liquid. Some of his skin was peeled off. The whip is a custom made whip. A metal thorn-covered the whip. Eric raised his arm, ready to strike once more when he heard a scream from the entrance door. “Stop!!”

The wound caused by the whip has not yet closed, if she continues to walk forward, she will smell Brawen's blood. The thorns of indignation swarmed Irina one after another, but still couldn't make it difficult for her with the whip in hand. The thorns painfully let out a high-pitched sound like the howling microphones. Jarring? Jarring? All pain is gone, Brawen screams, her voice so high that it reaches Moore's sharp hands: Moore down here.

He was the second best at controlling that demonic whip. If the Minotaur isn’t used properly, it can cause more harm than good especially on onlookers. The whip was created many centuries ago, when the King was still a young lycan. The Alpha King had designed the whip under his father’s reign. A whip made with siren’s tendril, a very strong unbreakable thread, soaked in silver powder liquid, dried and soaked again consistently for a year until every part of the whip was embedded with silver particles. Millions of tiny sharp stakes were placed into the whip, buried inside it that you’d never know it’s there until it make contact with your skin and then the entire whip is drizzled in a herbal

... ‘Just some regular whipping’, Thane had said, but he had lied. The metallic steel-coloured whip was very much unusual. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone could create an object like this with the sole purpose of using it on people. The whip was a dark, shining metal, and the tip had been split into five. The elders passed the whip to the guards, the same ones that had too many piercings. They dipped the metal whip into the contents of a basin.

The copious amount of blood makes me edgy, even though I’d drunk quite a bit of blood yesterday and this morning anticipating the whipping would draw blood. “Take him away and cauterise the wound. He doesn’t need to bleed out.” Two men come forward to untie him and one applies a tourniquet to prevent him from bleeding out while they bring him to the infirmary. Ruby, Garnet and Malachite are standing frozen on the side of the platform. “Janus, clean the cat and whip them silver laced.” “If he refuses he’s going to join Jared” Gunther remarks. “Yes Alpha” Janus responds, evidently not thrilled as he walks away to clean the whip.

Aiden’s eyes flicked between the doctor and the paper in his hand, his chest rising and falling sharply. “But… something else was found in her system.” Dr. Marvin hesitated, watching Aiden’s face closely. Aiden lifted his head sharply, waiting. “We found Bloodthorn Resin in her blood.” Aiden’s eyes widened instantly. A cold wave shot through his body. Bloodthorn Resin… A dark red sap that hardened like glass when exposed to air. A drop in a wound could kill a werewolf. It thickens the blood, making healing impossible. “What?” Aiden breathed, the word ripped out of him.

Our footstepps echoing the hallways, I slam my small frame into the double wide of the door and ripped open the kit. "I need elbow length, sterile gloves." I call out, River is all to quick and happy to give them to me. Logan and Max walk through the door, I'm already at Ellen's head, swaping the inmpact wound. I look up just long enough to see that Logan was just as concerened and nervous as I was. I grab the swap and place it in the vial of clear fluid, knowing that if it immdeiately turns purple, we are dealing with wolfsbane. Sure enough, the color changes to purple. Logan and I look at each other in horror, while Max speaks up.

I squeezed my eyes shut, it was obvious that I was slowly losing oxygen to the brain, there was no way I would find this normal. “Too bad Cory, your life is already mine,” he drawled out, releasing his hold on me. I gasped, my lungs screaming as I sucked in a large breath. When he is that close, I always find myself forgetting to breathe. “You either dirty your hands, or I will have someone else do it,” he muttered, dipping the whip into a jar of what I suspected to be wolf’s bane. “Ten lashes,”

"One of the blue ones every day. That's a slow release dose of pain medication. The white one's ibuprofen so take as needed or one every eight hours. Arm please, the uninjured one." "…what's the syringe for?" she asked carefully as he swabbed her arm with an alcohol wipe, picking up a syringe. "Standard procedure," he told her before explaining, "Canis Syndrome is still a relatively unknown disease. I'm just taking blood samples to run comparisons. Your pack medic also sent over your files, but I like to get a baseline, just to be sure I didn't miss anything." "Huh, pretty responsible of you. Guess that didn't rub off on Logan, did it?"

Lynn stated. Gideon walked through the hospital doors and saw us talking with the doctor. When he stepped up to where we were he asked, “Well how bad is she?” Dr. Lynn spoke up and said, “She’s not at risk for dying and if you’re still willing to donate your blood, she will heal much quicker.” Gideon nodded and said, “To do this sterilely you will need a larger bore needle like a sixteen gauge. The person drawing the blood will need to know their anatomy well because you can’t palpate for a vein, like you would for a human.” Gideon told Dr. Lynn, as he rolled up his sleeves and they began to walk towards the exam room doors.