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Post by Razza on Sept 16, 2023 20:35:03 GMT
Hrennanmir Cal was careful, but compliant, as he shuffled into position. Too often wolves either were overly hesitant and dramatic, needing Hrenn to hold their paw through everything, or overly careless, causing more damage for her to deal with later. Cal shuffled nicely downwards and she followed him in silent approval. "N'aw, surely I could pounce a grasshopper with just one paw." Silence broken, Hrenn scoffed, but she said nothing. Once they were done here Cal would feel for himself just how unappealing any sort of pouncing was going to be for the coming weeks. "Do yer got a stick, er bone, er hide er anythang to bite down on? Rather than yerself?" Hrenn and Cal's eyes met, hers expressing a small trace of surprise. It wasn't an unwise suggestion. "I could tear a' ear off that thang, if not. Gotter be better'an nothin'.""You will do no such thing. One moment." Hrenn stood, paused to shoot Cal a warning stare to pin him in place, then briskly trotted off to the entrance of the cave. Getting closer, she could now make out that the little dead thing was indeed a mountain goat kid, it's white fur muddied with blood and dirt. Her eyes lingered on it appreciatively for a moment. Cal did a good thing, bringing this pack a meal. Too many wolves had visibly lost weight already in the two weeks Hrenn had been here, and though it wouldn't feed many, anything was better than nothing. She only wished it hadn't cost him like it had. The ears didn't come off easily, but Hrenn got not one, but both off after a minute of stubborn grumbling. She made her way back over to Cal and dropped them both by his snout, panting a little from the effort. "There. Just don't bite your tongue, too."She didn't wait for his approval to once more intrude upon his space, following Cal onto the bedding and sitting by his side. Hrenn inhaled deeply, catching her breath and taking in everything she could about Cal's shoulder one final time. Sparing another glance at him, she raised her brow as if to ask, ready? One gentle paw came to rest on his shoulder, carefully positioned but with none of her weight yet on it, while the other wrapped over and around Calaveras' foreleg, guiding the limb to where Hrenn needed it to be. "This will be fast. If you like, I can count down from three."Burn
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Post by Razza on Sept 16, 2023 20:31:48 GMT
Soralai An odd look passed over Duchess' face, and in an instant Soralai worried she was making her companion uncomfortable - she could see it like a cloud forming above the girl, casting darkness over her expression and making her edgy to escape it's shadow. The spy took absolutely no pleasure in the thought, but said nothing to stop Duchess from answering her question regardless. "If you had tried to attack me, I could have escaped to safety. My legs are longer than yours. I could easily outrun you."If Duchess could have read Soralai's thoughts, she would've heard a very long and defeated sigh. It was Sora's fault, for not being clear. She accepted the defeat. "You probably have me there," Soralai conceded, feeling Duchess taking visual stock of her as they trotted along. She looked back at the girl, for a moment her expression unreadable, but just as quickly melting away back into a pleasant, easy smile. No matter. Her brow softened apologetically. "You'll have to forgive me, darling. I don't mean to nag but, you remind me a bit of myself when I first set out on my own, and I only worry." Sora kept her steps light, turning away for just a moment to check to make sure they were still on the right path. Slowly recognizing where they were, she readjusted their trajectory as Duchess' voice rang out again, bringing up the topic of packs. "Oh, certainly so. But you and I are proof that one is not always guaranteed the comforts of a pack, are we not? You never know when you will find yourself alone." Soralai tilted her head, turning to watch Duchess think. "Maybe I should join a pack."Yes, maybe you should. But she wouldn't say that outright, not yet. No one ever liked strangers telling them what they should do, no matter how informed their judgement. She pocketed the comment for later. "Hmm. If you did, what role would you take?" She asked instead. Sora's smile turned up at the corners then, humor coloring her next words. "Hunter and warrior are out of the question, I take it."Zawki
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Post by Razza on Sept 12, 2023 6:04:25 GMT
Hrennanmir Crunching and mashing could be heard from where Hrenn worked quickly with the herbs. She was making the most basic of poultices even the greenest of healers would recognize: a quick ingestible for pain, if only to have something on hand for Cal after what came next. His voice rang out from behind her just as she used rock she'd been using to scrape the mixture onto a leaf to carry over. Hrenn continued. "The bad news is it will have to be reset. Lay down, if you would. Just right there." She blindly waved a paw in the general direction of the bed she'd just freshly sprinkled foliage over, one with plenty of grasses and pelts to cushion a body from the cold and occasionally damp cave floor. "No huntin' fer that time, though, I reckon?""Certainly not. And I will be keeping a close eye on you, to keep you honest," Hrenn said with a tut, trotting back over to him. "Myself or one of the others will tell you when you're all clear, but in that time I don't want you so much as pouncing on a grasshopper." Cal had gone quiet, and Hrenn could feel his eyes on her as she organized her things. Happy at last, and with the smell of crushed turmeric and ginger filling up the room, she nodded. "When you're ready. Bad shoulder facing up."Burn
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Post by Razza on Sept 12, 2023 3:25:12 GMT
Soralai Soralai trotted along, and for a moment wondered if Duchess wasn't going to reply. She'd froze with a wary expression on her face, Soralai having to backtrack a few paces to keep in line with the girl, who almost seemed... annoyed, or impatient with what Sora had thought would be a perfectly safe place to begin her questioning. Perhaps she should've felt bad for prying, but all Soralai could feel was more curious. Duchess paced about a bit and then bowed down into a stretch, to which Soralai quirked a brow. "It was beautiful, sure, but even that gets boring. Everyone was always fighting or hunting, and neither really appeal to me."Soralai hummed. "Monotony can chip away at one's sanity, that I can certainly understand," she said, smiling as Duchess met her eyes once more. More than most, perhaps. "Though if you're hoping to avoid hunting and fighting, my dear, I may have some bad news. They're everywhere. Two pillars of many that make up the foundation on which our species is built." Soralai gestured for the two of them to start walking again with a smile, her ear twitching in thought. More than just particular or high maintence, Duchess was... naive, wasn't she? Not that there was anything wrong with that, but she couldn't help but worry about the fate of this girl, if she really did hope to make it out here on her own. Not everyone was as eager to help as Sora, or even the Mercurior, and in fact most were indeed quite the opposite, and would clock Duchess like a sitting duck. Something Soralai herself had learned from experience. "Especially for those like you and I who go through life largely on our own, wandering without the protection of a group. What would you have done if I had been someone else, hm? And say, attacked you, back at the flowers?" She had not seen the conversation going this way, and hadn't meant to get stern, but Soralai couldn't help herself, gentle concern evident on her face. Zawki
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Post by Razza on Sept 12, 2023 2:48:15 GMT
Ranora After only a short moment of looking around, Ranora heard a rustling coming from within the dark expanse of the Heart's den, and for a brief moment, her eyes widened. A large, matted, and full-silhouetted creature who could only be Moro emerged with a creak in her voice like the groan of an ancient tree, her eyes squinting down and pinning Ranora in place. This was not at all what the pup had expected, but she schooled her expression nonetheless and felt her fur bristle. Steeling her brow, Ranora told herself this woman was just another big, plain oaf of a wolf, just like all the rest. "Moro... You... you can fix this, right?" Ranora hated the way her own voice sounded small in comparison, her words weak as she angled her chin up to show the festering wound. She cleared her throat and adjusted her posture, not even reaching Moro's own chin but meeting her gaze as if they were eye level. "I demand you fix it. Something's wrong."Bri
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Post by Razza on Sept 10, 2023 23:44:42 GMT
Soralai Relaxing into the companionable silence, Soralai was happy to listen to the sounds of Duchess eating and the dry rustle of grass around them while her heartrate slowed back to a normal pace. Only after her proposal, when Duchess lept to her half-manicured paws, was the reverie broken. Soralai stood as well, gently shaking out some of the tangles in her fur and eagerly awaiting her reply. "That sounds like just what I need."Sora wondered if her relief showed in her smile. "Come, this way," she said, humor coloring her words after watching Duchess look this way and that like an alert little squirrel. Sparing a glance down at the mangled scraps of their meal, she quickly decided it wasn't worth taking and set off in a limping trot in the opposite direction she'd originally appeared from - south, towards the forest, where there was plenty of shade to spare. She glanced back to make sure Duchess was following, and knowing that they had several minutes of travelling ahead, Soralai figured now was the perfect time to pry a little deeper into, well, Duchess. She recalled what they had been talking about before the hunt, and cleared her throat gently. "So, my dear," Soralai started, making sure to keep pace with the taller girl. "Earlier you mentioned that your homeland was... boring, I believe was the word. I'm curious what makes you think such a thing." Soralai tilted her head inquisitively and kept a keen eye on Duchess' expression. "Do you come from somewhere very far away?"Zawki
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Post by Razza on Sept 10, 2023 5:44:59 GMT
Hrennanmir "Yes, ma'am," he said, easy as that. Hrenn hummed in approval, and maybe would've even given the man a pat, had she any paws to spare. Confirming her suspicions from before, Calaveras went on to detail his fall on the cliffs, and Hrenn could practically hear the sheepish smile on his face even with her head tucked down near his side. "It's... raight at the joint, not at the spine but lower, to the front."Hrenn nodded to show she was listening as "Cal" permitted her to move his arm. Her eyes slid further up to the place he'd pointed out as she did so, noting to check there next. " Any tingling or numbness? Tearing sensations?" Hrenn leaned back, having detected no heat nor feeling or seeing anything amiss with his lower leg. She did so just in time to see Cal give her a questioning look after her, what she thought of as a perfectly reasonable, request. "Ain't sher what kinda patients you've dealt with, but yer jus' doin' yer' job to me.""You say that now, but pain is pain. The body reacts and I do not blame my patients for it," Hrenn said, continuing her gentle ministrations. No apparent fractures. "Although it can make things more complicated for me. So I appreciate your reassurance." Calaveras hardly seemed like the reactive sort, it was true. All obedient pliancy and respect, Hrenn could hardly picture him sinking his teeth into anything, but there in the entryway lay dead a creature that proved otherwise. For both her and Cal's sakes, she'd stay alert. She also made a mental note to ask about what plans he had for the hide of his kill later. As Hrenn extended his arm further and away from it's natural resting position, Calaveras hissed and signaled to the same place again. Hrenn mercifully put down his arm and muttered a "good", pleased with him keeping his promise so far. No teeth. "Well, it's certainly dislocated," she said, eyes trained on the joint and the unnatural shift of muscle covering it. Hrenn once again brought her nose in close, and nodded. "The good news is, your recovery time will be short. A few weeks, at most, and you can still wander short distances in the meantime." She stood up and walked away to another corner of the cave, rustling around in something unseen and leaving Cal for a minute. A minute, she hoped, he would savor. The next few would not be very pleasant. Burn
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Post by Razza on Sept 10, 2023 3:26:56 GMT
Hrennanmir Hrennanmir could not help the twitch of her ear when the Rook, looking hesitant by the entrance, spoke further. A thick and unfamiliar accent poured out of him, making Hrenn's brow furrow a margin. 'Thang?' She thought, setting her jaw. It was for the best that he took her cue quickly, distracting her before she could ruminate on his drawl, her practiced eye immediately zeroing in on that leg as he approached. The closer he got the more detail she took in; He seemed to be a healthy looking male, about her age or so, with golden eyes and a heavy, tousled coat of fur. Settling down in front of her, she noted a distinct lack of him crying out in agony, which was a promising start. "Calaveras. An' yers? I ain't sher we've met befoah."Another twitch of her ear. "We have not," she said, completely forgoing hesitation and leaning forward into his space, narrowing in first on his shoulder. "I'm Hrennanmir, though I don't mind if you just call me Hrenn." She felt herself quickly being pulled into the healer's headspace, but tried to resist long enough to at least give 'Calaveras' her alias. In the past it had been appreciated on more than one occasion - and with that slur of his, she feared the herbs may start levitating around them if he attempted her frequently-butchered name. She trailed down his leg with her eyes, taking inventory of a few shallow scrapes but no extreme swelling or gruesome deformity. Hrenn moved back a mere inch and was about to continue, but Calaveras beat her to it. "I'm fine, really. I can move it, so it ain't broken, I don't thank. But it did seemta pop, an' now I don't wanna move it." He offered her a guilty smile, and Hrenn pursed her lips, thoughtfully taking in his words. "Leave the diagnosis to me, Calaveras," she said, scolding. "Start by telling me what happened, and where the pain feels worst."A pop could mean dislocation, which would be painful to reset, but relatively easy to recover from after the fact. Hrenn rounded around the Rook's side and sat down next to him, a gentle but steady paw coming up to touch the underside of his wounded limb, just barely. "A warning. I'm going to move you. Tell me if I need to stop." She glanced his way and put a bit of pressure on her touch, trying to lift his paw just barely off the ground, and then fashioned to bring her nose closer to his skin to detect any heat. Accompanying the gesture, dryly, she added, "just try to avoid biting me, if you can."Burn
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Post by Razza on Sept 8, 2023 23:22:24 GMT
Ranora If Ranora had any other choice, she wouldn't even be here. Something about it felt so shameful, to have to seek out a healer, like she was some weak, pathetic little thing that needed someone else to take care of her. But the thing was... there was this cut. Under her chin. And Ranora didn't know what to do. She had gotten it in a fight. A stupid one, which she would have won, if the idiot's friends hadn't kept pushing her back towards her opponent before she could collect herself. Ranora snarled at the memory, wincing when the action pulled at her chin. All this trouble and it wasn't even worth it - he could've just let her chew on her deer ribs in peace, but nooo. And who would she be if she hadn't accepted his challenge? And to add insult to injury, now here she was, seeking out a total stranger after a few days of the cut not only not getting better, but decidedly getting much worse. It was sore and swollen and red, long since scabbed over but... something wasn't right. Probably because of that bastard's nasty, bacteria-ridden mouth. Disgusting and shameful, she thought. How dare he even look her way? Ranora's stewing thoughts circled around her like storm clouds as she navigated her way through the familiar layout of the den site. Without even realizing it she avoided the gaze of every adult she passed, short legs carrying her swiftly over hollowed out mounds and around dug out tree roots. It seemed like ages before she finally reached her destination. Ranora didn't know much about Moro, beyond that she was apparently very smart, and very good at what she did. Only the soft, lingering scent of herbs really assured her that she'd even found the right place, though she couldn't see the woman herself. Not at first, anyway. "Hello?" Ranora called out, looking around. Her frown deepened, then she said quieter, but still loud enough to hear, "This is where they said I'd find you. If I came all the way out here for nothing, I swear..."Bri
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Post by Razza on Sept 8, 2023 22:30:53 GMT
Soralai With Duchess giving her a small, pleased smile, Soralai could not help but return it tenfold. Even with the adrenaline starting to fade, Sora felt warm and content with the satisfaction of her success, her ears pressing back almost shyly, despite herself. "I really thought we'd lost it.""We very well could've," Soralai said, nodding reverently. Duchess really had tried her best, hadn't she, even if just for a moment? Sora liked to think so, though she was just grateful either way that it had all worked out in the end. The poor thing before her needed a meal, and who was Soralai if she could not provide? Watching as Duchess leaned over to get her fill, Soralai sat, picking up her paw. "I usually am not much of a hunter, but perhaps you, my dear, are my good luck charm," she continued, filling up the silence and inspecting her injury, if just for something to do. "That or the practice my 'friends' have forced upon me really has begun to pay off, after all."Soralai chuckled, mostly speaking to herself by now. While she was happy to let Duchess swallow the meal whole if it suited her, Soralai's stomach was an entity of it's own, and it seemed to have caught wind of her intentions. She was so busy ignoring it's cramping, that she almost missed Duchess looking back her way. "Care to share?" The girl asked, Soralai's eyes brightening up in surprise for the nth time since their meeting. "How sweet! Don't mind if I do." Soralai beamed and graciously reached for the creature, minding the bits that Duchess seemed to be preferring and tearing off a single leg for herself. Now she was quiet, happy to savor what she could of the kill. A voice in the back of her mind warned her that this may only awaken her appetite and make her more hungry, but Soralai ignored it in favor of the promise of instant gratification. She suspected Duchess was doing much the same, though it seemed like everyone was, these days. When she was done, she set about licking her chops clean and dusting off as much dirt as she could. Although to most this might seem like a natural point to part ways with a stranger, Soralai's mind was already cooking up a new idea as she watched Duchess with practiced subtlety. It would pain her too greatly to come across such an interesting character, only to have to let her go so soon. "So, Duchess. Now that we have a bit of food in us, how would you feel about accompanying me to a spot of shade to rest? I have to go collect something for this paw of mine, and I happen to know a place." Soralai sounded casual as could be even to her own ears, but secretly she hoped. It wasn't a lie, either. Soralai really did know somewhere they could go, - somewhere with a Mercurior store that truly may have something for her pain - and the promise of shade and trees and no more open spaces seemed enticing enough, at least to her. With luck Duchess felt the same. Zawki
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Post by Razza on Sept 8, 2023 22:30:32 GMT
Hrennanmir It had been just as simple of a day as the last, and all the others that had come before it for the past two weeks. Hrennanmir had woken up in their new home, confused as they were every morning by the softness of the pelt beneath them before memory kicked in. So much had changed so quickly, especially for someone like Hrenn who'd never thought they'd find themselves living a life outside their previous one. Hrennanmir, the wandering medic, used to open skies and the perils of nature surrounding you from all sides, who was a bonafide pariah after their last arrangement went horribly sideways, was a pack wolf now. It was still a lot for them to wrap their mind around even after waking. But here Hrennanmir was, and if there was one thing they understood, it was that not all things were to understand. So they sat upright, dusted off the sleep, and got on with it. The few Vertok wolves Hrenn had already met warned them of the peril of the tunnels in which the pack made their home, so they had committed only two to memory thus far: the path from the outside world to the Bishop's quarters, and from there to the central keep. It had made for a tidy little routine for them to fall into while still making sense of their new life. In the early mornings they would wake, go out to forage, check on the replanted herbs, dry those that needed drying, or wash those that needed washing. Then back inside for the late morning to early afternoon to sort the stock and tend to the individuals that needed tending-- when the other Bishops allowed them to, of course. The trust between them was still young. In the evening they would go back out, wrap up any loose ends, a final check in the common areas, then rinse and repeat. At present, Hrenn predicted the sun was about an hour out from reaching it's peak in the sky, yet they were already back in the caves, sorting through a heap of greenery that had been unfortunately singed by the unrelenting summer heat. The cave was blissfully quiet as they worked alone, most of the others still outside or tending to other business. Hrenn didn't mind. One thing they discovered since leaving Swardhell was the great pleasure of peace, which could be scarce in enclosed spaces like the caves, especially where large packs like the Vertok were involved. So when a voice rang out from the entrance, it wasn't entirely a surprise. "What is it?" Hrenn said, gathering up a large number of the herbs with a defeated frown. Some of them could be salvaged by being hung to dry, but most would just become bedding. Hrenn turned with their mouth full to face the owner of the voice, and was met with an unfamiliar face. He stood near the entrance as if waiting to be invited in, and though Hrenn felt as though she were seeing his face for the first time, she had remembered seeing the rest of him around. He was a Rook, she thought, vaguely recalling that thick, dusty brown pelt swimming about somewhere amongst the crowd of them. Quickly her theory gained traction, her analytical gaze settling on the heap of some freshly dead, ivory colored beast just behind him. Between that, the paw he refused to put weight on, and the almost guilty smile he was giving her, Hrenn started to piece together a story. She sighed out her nose and quickly trotted away to spread out the bedding before turning back to him, jerking her head for him to venture closer. A quick glance over his shoulder told Hrenn that no other Bishops were coming for the time being, so maybe she'd actually get the chance to do this one on her own. "Come here. What's your name?"Burn
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Post by Razza on Sept 4, 2023 4:06:20 GMT
Soralai So focused on the hunt, Sora merely turned and smiled at Duchess, who clearly didn't have a taste for the rhetorical. With one ear pressed down into the dirt and the other flicking the girl's way, Soralai paused. There. "Why don't you show me?""Gladly!" Sora chirped, and in a flash sprung her upper body into the air only to send her paws crashing back down on the tunnel with force. Her heart hammering and a healthy shot of adrenaline coursing through her veins, it was easy work from there to jolt forward and snatch at the neck of the groundhog who, in the destruction, bolted out of the rubble in terror. A fatal mistake, as it ran right into Soralai's waiting fangs. A quick crunch and it was all over. Soralai was heaving breaths, but she was beyond caring about appearances at the moment - it wasn't every day her hunts went so well! Fluffed up and proud, she held the creature up at Duchess to admire, tail wagging softly. With a thud the carcass landed limply at their paws. "Stubborn beast! It almost had me there, in the end," she said, still panting and feeling a little wild with her fur all rustled and caked in dirt, warm blood still staining her teeth. Duchess looked less so, but her legs were noticeably dark with dirt and Soralai suspected she wasn't so pleased about it. They both needed a good cleaning, Sora thought, and she noticed that her makeshift paw bandage had been lost long ago and the wound reopened, but all that could wait. All this trouble was for the girl after all, and she was dying to know her thoughts. "So, what do you think? Will that do?"Zawki
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