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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 0:02:13 GMT -8
Snow Rose
"I will always be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."
The angel looked towards the creamier coloured she-wolf, who had obviously been engaged with the buck on a more serious level than the cocoa hued female, Wingnut, whom she stated was also injured. Snow Rose gave a swift nod, looking between the two she-wolves before gliding over towards the unnamed patient, the amount of damage that she had sustained became an instant and noteworthy priority for the skilled healer. Yes, she would have to examine this one first. But of course, she had managed to come across a more-so stubborn wolf, realising this as soon as the stranger pulled her lips upwards to reveal ivory swords beneath whilst a thunderous growl rattled through her bones. Snow Rose instinctively ducked her head and folded her ears down against her crown, slowly backing away whilst looking up to the refusing female, scouring the emotion that gleamed behind her patient's eyes, looking for any sign of true hostility just as he mother had taught her. Snow Rose swiftly raised her head as she confirmed that the injured she-wolf was not a danger, but if the healer went against her wishes it would only end up stressing her injures. Snow nodded her head, turning quickly to Wingnut. She would have to work quickly with this one in order to attend to the more serious wounds as quickly as possible.
Approaching the female, she laid a delicate and friendly smile upon her lips. "Hello there~" she greeted rather calmly, a slight dip of her head accompanied the silvery words. "Kick to the chest. Only bruising from what I know." Wingnut's swift explanation earned her a few brownie-points in Snow Rose's good-books; the healer was incredibly thankful each time a wolf told her exactly what was wrong with them if they were conscious, it saved her the time and hassle of having to work it out herself. Without wasting anymore time, Snow Rose suddenly bowed her head to become level with the she-wolf's chest, her inky black nose twitched as she let a large amount of oxygen pass through her senses, fortunately not catching the scent of any undetected blood. Next, Snow Rose let her nasals come into contact with Wingnut's skin, giving a gentle yet sufficient poke to the effected area, before continuing to poke along her patient's shoulder bones and first few ribs. She felt a sense of relief curl down her spine after she hadn't detected any signs of broken bones from the impact of the hoof. Though, the skin around the affected area would prove to be a beautiful colouration of bruising. "The good news is; you didn't break or fracture any bones. The bad news is; your chest is going to be badly bruised for around a week. I recommend taking it easy until the pain subsides, and all I can do for you is give you something to calm the nerves and aid with the skin's healing."
Stepping back and giving Wingnut one more look over, Snow Rose nodded in approval to herself before she raked her sights over the unnamed she-wolf. She would have to integrate her separately. Turning from the group, she was about to canter away in search of more herbs to help ease the pain in Wingnut's chest, but quickly stopped herself as she came across the sight of a smaller yearling. Though the frame looked to be similar to that of a young male, it was clear from the posture and affection towards the injured brute that the startled youngling was a female. Snow Rose felt her heart-strings constrict for the younger she-wolf, quickly looking over her small frame to search for any injures as she huddled up next to the recently healed brute. She seemed to be fine, but was clearly a bit shaken. Rose gave an inward nod to herself as she added another herb the already formed list in her mind. The healer took off in search for what she needed.
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Returning to where the small group still gathered, Snow Rose clutched thyme and a poppy seed pod in her maw. First, she stopped by the still downed body of her first patient, her eyes sweeping over the form of the young female who stayed with him. Snow Rose gave her a soothing smile and a friendly dip of the head before gently dropping the thyme at her paws. "There's nothing to worry about, he's going to be just fine. I promise." She stated in with a voice close to a calming whisper as she gave an encouraging swish of her tail. Snow Rose nudged the plant that lay on the ground a tad closer to the yearling. "You can chew on this to calm any nerves or anxiety that you may be experiencing, plus it tastes good, kinda like lemon and mint." Snow Rose weaved a chiming giggling through her last few words, the sound similar to a soothing bell.
Taking a step back from the duo, she gave the yearling a small nod before trotting over to Wingnut, a smile still stretched across her ebony lips as she placed the pod in front of her patient. "All you have to do is crack open the pod with your paw or teeth and eat the little seeds inside, you might start to feel a little bit sleepy, but it's nothing to worry about, it's a natural side-effect~" Snow Rose sang her prescription to the chocolate coated female before finally turning to face the multi-hued she-wolf. Her face became slightly more serious as she looked over the wounds that she had managed to sustain. They weren't as serious as the male's, but if they were left untreated for too long it would surely be fatal.
Snow Rose's kind complexion swept up and down the female's bodice. "Is there anything I should know about your injuries?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 19:01:16 GMT -8
Akira stood there stunned as a normal hunt transformed into a battle in the blink of an eye. As wingnut got flung through the air akira didn't have enough time to hold the young wolf near her from sprinting in attempt to help rowan and the others. Akira stood there dumbfounded, She was useless to this group , " loner it is " she mumbled to herself and she quietly backed away and trotted away from the chaotic scene, her ears flipping back at the sound of a new voice but she continued and soon found herself sprinting full speed back towards where she remembered the water being. She was slightly upset and had a guilty pit in her stomach from not helping them but she knew that there was nothing she could have done. With her ears firmly pressed against her skull she avoided any areas where there could potentially be other wolves. - ugh stupid, stupid, stupid. why are you so pathetic?- she thought, scolding herself. @rain Alpha Rowan Salutary Snow Rose @eleven @miraa @twizzle @wingnut |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 11:58:26 GMT -8
After she spoke to Snow Rose, she heard a growl come from Wingnut but she didn't care. Looking at Wingnut after the growl her eyes narrowed some, waiting for an argument. The kick could have broken something or fractured it or whatever else might have happened. To her, a kick to the chest and ribs were more dangerous than what happened to her. She wouldn't stand for arguing from Wingnut or if Snow Rose tried to help her first. She was very stubborn, sometimes to a fault, which some would say could be right now. While Rain did let out a growl towards Snow Rose when she tried to come towards her first, her eyes didn't show hostility, but rather determination. The pack came first and she had a feeling that Wingnut's health check wouldn't last long, so she knew she could wait a minute or two. Rain laid her head on her paws while she waited for Wingnut to be checked out and for the pup, Eleven, to get over the cold look that was sent Rains way. She didn't know what was Elevens problem, but for now she didn't care. That would come later, after she rested. Watching Snow Rose examine and poke Wingnut, Rain knew that she would have to endure poking as well and huffed out a breath. She had enough poking today already, but she would endure it and try not to scare the healer like she did when she growled, even if it was for a second. Rain watched the area that Snow Rose left only to return with more herbs later. Both for Wingnut and the pup, which confused her for a moment before it was explained why. Once Snow Rose was done with those two and started to make her way towards Rain, she readied herself. When asked if she should know anything about her injuries, Rain thought for a moment before answering. "More than Wingnut, but less than Rowan's." She pauses to think then starts again. "Bruised back and ribs are ok, but the buck got his rack in my right hip, leg and shoulder." All she wants to do is sleep, she just hopes Wingnut or Twizzle can stay awake to watch for the night. Tags: Alpha Rowan Salutary Snow Rose @eleven @miraa @twizzle @wingnut @akira |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 15:55:16 GMT -8
Kayjax yawned as she starred into a large bush looking for any signs of movement. She sat, her haunches squared and her ears erect. Kayjax continued to stare and intently lost interest looking to the side of a tree bunch. Birds fluttered about chirping loud and clear. She licked lips and lifted herself from her spot still listening for any fleeing mammals. She tilted her head to the side and in took the scents around her. The faint musk of a hare filled her nose and called out to her. Kayjax continued to scan the horizon for any tall ears. Fairly large, a quail pecked about at the ground. Kayjax's mouth watered and she immediately got in a hunting position. The bird continued to feed as Kayjax grew closer. She licked her fangs and crept forward the feathers hypnotizing her.
Kayjax lunged forward taking the bird in her mouth, it squawked flapping it's wings violently as Kayjax punctured its breast area. She snarled and pushed it down with her paws. It still tried to slowly move away, but Kayjax grappled its head in her jaws and bit down crushing its skull, brain, and snapping part of the neck. Its wing slowly fell back in their resting position and Kayjax marveled in her kill. Taking it back up in her mouth she happily trotted away with it dangling lifelessly from her mouth. I have a feeling someone is going to pick up this scent She thought to her self staring at the blood trickling from the bird to the ground. She quickly decided to eat there and finish it up before anything caught the kills scent and followed her to her resting area. She gnawed at the animal tearing away the feathers and satisfyingly licked up the birds juices. after she finished she trotted away deeper into the area.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 20:10:14 GMT -8
Snow Rose
"I will always be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."
The angelic she-wolf nodded as she was given the information about her patient's wounds, gentle eyes drifting over the blood that stained the female's rump, she furrowed he brows slightly. The wounds were not as bad as the male's, but the multi-toned she-wolf would require a similar healing process. Giving a small nod and a hum of approval with a smile as a finishing touch to her calming appearance. Snow Rose soon enough twirled her rump around and began her search for herbs once again, the arduous task of finding the plants not really bothering her at all.
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Snow Rose returned with the same smile stretched across her maw, a look of ease crossing her features as she dropped another poppy seed pod, lamb's ear, some ferns, goldenrod, dried oak leaves and catchweed by her paws. She turned to her patient with a great amount of fluidity. "Okie dokie, sweety. I'll need you to stay as still as possible for me and eat these two," she says in a near whisper as she nudges the poppy pod and lamb's ear in her direction. "You'll need to crush the pod open, and give the lamb's ear a good chew before swallowing, yeah?" Snow relayed before moving down to stand at her patient's rump, first grabbing a fern between her jaws and humming a relaxing tune as she gently cleaned out the wounds until there was barely any blood left trickling down the female's leg. Moving on, she then swiftly turned the goldenrod into a thick poultice before carefully spreading it across each of her wounds. With a satisfied nod, she then began placing the dried leaves across the gashes. "Hopefully that lamb's ear will kick in soon, along with the seeds it should numb most of the pain and bring your strength back, which will also stop your limbs from shaking so much," Snow Rose threw in the instructing fact about the lamb's ear in an attempt to distract her patient from any pain that she might've been experiencing because of her poking the leaves into place before securing them with the catch weed.
With a satisfied nod, she moved away from her last patient. "There we go!~" She exclaimed proudly before a curt sigh of relief. It was a feeling of joy that curled down her back as she knew that each of these wolves would live thanks to the magic of nature's medicine. "So, that's everyone?" She asked enthusiastically, glad to have been able to help and willing to help anyone else in the group that might've found themselves with other minor injuries.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 21:07:32 GMT -8
The tawny she-wolf raised her head gently as the healer lowered her head to look at her chest. Her left eye twitched violently as Snow Rose practically stabbed her bruised chest with her nose, but the pain lessened as she continued to prod around her shoulder and ribs. "The good news is; you didn't break or fracture any bones. The bad news is; your chest is going to be badly bruised for around a week. I recommend taking it easy until the pain subsides, and all I can do for you is give you something to calm the nerves and aid with the skin's healing," Rose spoke in her seemingly endless amount of cheer and kindness. The healer's advice made sense to the logical she-wolf, so she just nodded in agreement with her. Keeping her head off her paws, Wingnut could only wait for Snow Rose to come back. She had kept a sharp eye out for other wolves or predators while Rose was gone, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to fight them off, she might as well be able to alert her brother. The pale healer returned quicker than the first time, with herbs seemingly for both herself and Eleven. She tuned out whatever Snow said to the yearling, not wanting to intrude on the fragile she-wolf's privacy. "All you have to do is crack open the pod with your paw or teeth and eat the little seeds inside, you might start to feel a little bit sleepy, but it's nothing to worry about, it's a natural side-effect~" Snow sang, placing the small pod down within pawing range. Nodding to the healer, Wingnut batted the small pod closer to her mouth before curling up a limb and batting the small vegetation packet open. The small black dots that spilled out unnerved her, reminding her of fleas more than seeds, but considering that she was healing Rowan, she was more than likely only helping herself too. Gently lowering her head down, she lapped up a large clump of seeds, swallowing them without giving a thought to their taste. She couldn't put her head on her paws, so she gingerly leaned over to the side, laying herself out on the earth. With her neck not having to support her head, she was much more comfortable, and whatever seeds Snow Rose had delivered to her were beginning to kick in. It was delightful, not feeling the pain of the kick to the chest. and not having to worry about the rest of the group. Her breaths slowing down, Wingnut closed her amber eyes, slipping into a relatively painless sleep. Salutary Snow Rose Alpha Rowan @eleven @twizzle @miraa |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 22:29:19 GMT -8
Eleven could only stand in utter awe at the situation. The healer, Snow Rose, went to work examining Wingnuts form and then buzzed around for medical supplies once more. It greatly reminded Eleven of a sweet hummingbird, tending to dying flowers. How, without the angelic wolf, they'd all be wilting away with infections from their bloody wounds and for Rowan, death was imminent. A light shudder rippled through El's malnourished form, she didn't want to think about what would have happened if Snow Rose hadn't showed up. Instead she took it upon herself to creep right next to Rowan's side and curl up into a tight ball, an inaudible sigh escaping her lips as the snow and pine scent flooded her senses, frowning ever so slightly when the tainted tinge of blood hit her nose along with it. Large sandy ears flickered towards approaching footsteps as her head quickly turned into said direction. Looking up, coffee brown eyes flecked with gold rested on Snow Rose's pretty frame. A slight panic ran through Eleven, was something wrong with her? Was Snow Rose going to prod and poke her like she had done to both Rain and Wingnut? Instead, the female gave a dazzling soothing smile and a friendly dip of her head before dropping some sort of herb infront of Eleven's paws. Eleven looked towards the dropped herbs before cutely but questioningly looking up at the older she-wolf with a tilted head. "There's nothing to worry about, he's going to be just fine. I promise." she whispered calmly, and a small smile formed on Eleven's face. Her tail lightly swishing, mimicking Snow Rose's own. The healer then gently nudged the herbs toward the skinny she-wolf, was she meaning for Eleven to give these to Rowan? "You can chew on this to calm any nerves or anxiety that you may be experiencing, plus it tastes good, kinda like lemon and mint." Oh. Eleven's smile only grew as the angel of a wolf had actually thought about her, the healer giggled like a pretty bell before retreating to Wingnut's form. El wanted to thank her, but her small voice got caught in her throat in awe. The she-wolf was selfless and helpful, something Eleven wanted to be. Eleven watched with adoration as the she-wolf went to work with Wingnut and then Rain, all the while obediently chewing on the herbs the mostly-white wolf had given her. And the healer was right, the medicine did taste pretty good, unlike the ones that forced down her throat where she used to live. A content smile ran through her boy-ish features as she felt far more relaxed. The small she-wolf occasionally chimed into the groups conversation every time Snow Rose would speak, by far Eleven's favourite was when the healer would call someone she barely even know sweety. Looking towards the group, Rain seemed to be in a better state than she was before and Wingnut had fallen into a peaceful looking sleep. "There we go!~ So, is that everyone?" The graceful she-wolf asked, as she moved away from Rain. Sandy ears perked up, Eleven didn't want the nice lady to leave, especially without a thank you. Quickly and quietly, as if trying to go unnoticed, she left Rowan's side for a moment only to dart into the denser part of the forest. Chocolate eyes darted round until they settled on something that Eleven deemed just as pretty as the healer. There were some like it everywhere, but to Eleven, this one was pretty and unique. Padding back, Eleven scurried right up to the healers paws, laying a rather large pink flower on the ground. She looked up at the she-wolf and smiled, a voice leaving her throat that very few have heard. "Thank you." she said very softly, her smile growing and her tail lightly swaying. The flower held no medical purposes probably, but Eleven's child-like innocence deemed it a decent thank you gift. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 0:54:37 GMT -8
Rowan
"Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on."
Despite Rowan's sour and previously unhappy attitude towards the healer who had introduced herself as Snow Rose, he was truely grateful that a presence such as her own had managed to stumble upon his group at the most coincidental time possible. Perhaps mother nature was not done with his life yet. The medication that the she-wolf had given him had started to take affect, his limbs quickly growing numb as his heart rate slowed to a relaxed thump, his head still a daze as he gazed out upon the world with a solo silver sterling optic. He blinked; or was he now technically winking? Who knew.
All he was focused on was the familiar body who had curled up next to him, her scent flooding his naval cavity...Eleven, thank god she was safe. Rowan shifted his body slightly, trying to look at her to see if she had sustained any injuries, but a shot of pain jolted up his hind leg as he tried to move, a muffled whimper trapped in his mouth at the sudden blossoming of pain that began to slowly ebb away thanks to whatever kind of miracle herbs Snow had given him. For now, he would have to trust that the youngling would be in safe paws with the healer if she was indeed injured.
With this thought calming his nerves, he let the herbs pull him into a light and well-deserved sleep.
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It was the sudden lack of body warmth curled up beside him that startled Rowan out of his medicine-induced sleep, the scent that had once been there was now gone; Eleven was gone. His entire body suddenly went numb as he realised that he couldn't open one of his eyes and that pain suddenly lingered over his body as he tried to move to find the yearling. Panic began to rise in his throat in the form of a snarl, though was quickly cut off as the memories from the past hour was suddenly hurled into his fore-thoughts. Hunt. Attack. Pain. Darkness. Healer...healer... Rowan slowly moved his head around to look at the group around him, his bright eye soon settling on the sight of Eleven dropping a pretty pink flower at the healer's paws. A relieved smile was suddenly slapped across his face as he realised that Snow Rose must've made quite the impression on the youngling. His solo gaze then noticed the figure of Rain who had also been injured in the fray, her wounds also bound with the same treatment as his own, and not too far away lay Wingnut with an empty poppy pod strewn in front of her. Yes, he was eternally grateful for the she-wolf who had saved his life and helped the others of his cadre.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 12:03:43 GMT -8
At first, he'd felt grateful for the fresh, open nature of the Brush Lands, a welcome relief from their formally closely woven confines. That was before he'd opened his mouth, before the scent of several rogues had fully hit the roof. He would have to proceed with caution, especially with his wounded bundle, warily steering away anytime a scent came sharper, more bitter then before. The wounded she-wolf's bleeding had slightly lessened since the pines, but still flowed rather freely onto his pelt, white painted red. He'd been searching without success ever since they'd wandered in for the faintest, dimmest flash of a flower, a herb, anything that held the smallest form of healing properties. Although his knowledge of herbs and healing plants didn't quite extend to that of say, a salutary, he still recalled a pawful of plants that could be considered useful, especially when treating open wounds. His knowledge, however, didn't seem to serve him well in this scenario. All he knew was the bare minimum, basics of healing. He could be caravanning right there, right that very instant over a medicinal plant that prevented infection, or stopped bleeding, and he wouldn't have the vaguest idea of it.
Green and yellow, those were the colors he needed. Of course, it didn't help that nearly every single plant was some various shade of the two. Gradually, he decided to realign his efforts; for now, he'd focus on finding a safe place to put his poor, three-legged companion to rest. The tall yellowed stalks had slowly but surely thinned as he pressed his paws further into the thicket, flecked with fine spots of green. Slowly, he picked up pace, taking care to make sure the she-wolf remained safely balanced. A clearing would do wonders right about now. Some young shrubs could serve as shelter, and shrubs always served home to cobwebs, which could be used as binding. And if a water source could be located, her wound could be cleansed in case of infection. The possibilities, in his opinion, were very well-worth the risk of rogues.
Little by little, the dry cracked earth gave way to a smoother, pliable substance. The thicket had thinned into green short grass that gathered softly at his feet, gently flecked with moss. Low-hanging shrubs littered the clearing, loosely clustered by a brief rise. Briefly, his breath hitched in his throat – could this be the reprieve they’d been seeking? The dappled male hesitantly opened his mouth to conduct a scent-check, soft, hazy smells hitting the roof. Badgers had roosted there recently, he determined, their dull, long-dried marker reaching his nostrils, but had vacated hastily. The mottled brown male checked once, twice more to verify, honing his attentions towards where the watery scent was strongest. Soon satisfied, Dante slowed to a halt, crouching as closely as he could to the ground below him. This, for now, would be the best possible place for them to rest and recover. Softly, he slid the wounded she-wolf off his back to rest beneath the shade of small, blooming shrubs. Their first order of business had been seen to. Now, to tend to the wound.
She lay stretched loosely in thick moss, the occasional strand of clover gently clinging to her pelt. It would’ve looked peaceful, were it not for the faint streak of blood pooling in place of where a limb should be, or the obvious twist of pain in her jaw and face. Some cobwebs should do the trick, as far binding was concerned. Cautiously, he lifted a paw, prying apart two branches of the second closest shrub. A fully formed cobweb soon caught his eye, the silken threads slick with dew. Carefully making sure not to snap the slender tufts in two, the mottled brown male broke off the four corners holding the web firm with a worn, jagged claw, before seizing the smallest corner between his teeth. After repeating the process once, twice, three more times, he’d amassed himself a fine collection of cobweb bindings, fit now for his future use.
Now, for something that showed medicinal purpose. The green, feathery growths blooming just by the shrub’s trunks seemed promising enough. Narrowing his eyes as he approached, he tried his best to recall what exactly they were used for. There were three herbs that he knew helped with bleeding. The first was a bright yellow flower called… called… marigold! “Because it’s a happy flower,” he chirped aloud, recalling delightedly how his companion had taught him to remember. The second was a flower the color of crimson, with fine, soft, fiery petals. “P-p-poppy,” he stuttered aloud, stunned at the memory that it brought. ‘Paw-py’, his companion had first called it, deemed it so because he’d used it to put him to sleep after he’d broken his back paw as a pup. And then, the last, this plant that lay before him. “See this, Dans?” His companion had chimed in cheerfully, gripping light green stalks between his teeth. "See how it has a fluffy bit, right by the end? Horsetail. If you find yourself badly bleeding, chew it up, press it onto the end, pair it with cobwebs, and you’ll have yourself a beautiful little bit of binding indeed.”
Armed with a newfound courage, the dappled male dashed a stalk between his teeth, thoughtfully grinding thick green into a smooth paste. In the meantime, while he chewed, he sorted his cobwebs, layering them so that they formed a fine protective layer against any potential illness or infection. Although he would have to change it within a few hours, he found himself satisfied with the progress he’d made, happily sealing his poultice within the binding. With that, he approached the still form of the brindled she-wolf, bandages cradled between slightly parted jaws. “This might sting a little,” he cautioned as he pressed his poultice onto the wound, unsure if she was simply resting with her eyes closed or still unconscious. All he knew was that conversation felt comfortable, more comfortable then waiting in silence to see how badly she’d been hurt. “I’m so, so, so sorry about your leg.” He added, his tone gently taking a hint of guilt. “I wanted to grab a squirrel. You know, since you’re not a fan of fish.” He lowered his form, stretching out besides her, the poultice firmly packed onto the wound. “I’m sorry - I never thanked you, or introduced myself. My name’s Dante – thank you, for risking yourself back there. It must’ve taken some guts.”
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OOC: Longest post to date!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 23:06:35 GMT -8
Rain watches as Snow Rose gives herself or her a node before going back into the forest to look for the things she will need. She hopes that this healer wont be asking them for anything because as of now, they have nothing, nothing to give to her anyways. So when Snow Rose comes back and places two thing down before her for her to eat, she listens some and does what she is asked to do, though it isn't fast. As Snow Rose works on her injuries, Rain does let out a low growl sometimes in pain, though she is keeping her neck stiff so she doesn't turn her head to snap her teeth in aggravation and pain at the healer who is helping her and her group. The things that the healer gave her, not setting in right away, but taking time like all things. When Snow Rose is done with helping her, Rain gives her a slight nod. "Thanks Snow Rose, for helping everyone." Rain is about to ask her what her immediate plans are, actually going to ask her to stay incase Rowan was to get worse or need her, but sees Eleven dart off and quickly looks to where she went to. She wont yell for her, but she will listen to see if something is wrong or does go wrong, seeing as she doesn't know where she went off too, but when she comes back with a flower for Snow Rose, Rain relaxes now, some from Eleven returning knowing how Rowan is already attached to her and the things the healer gave her now settling in. Tags: Alpha Rowan Salutary Snow Rose @eleven @wingnut @twizzle @miraa |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2017 0:10:32 GMT -8
Snow Rose
"I will always be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."
If a smile could blind someone, then every wolf surrounding Snow Rose would've been –well, essentially and metaphorically– blind. She found this thought somewhat amusing considering that one of these wolves was already literally semi-blind, however this was not because of her constant grin, it was because of her skills in the art of healing after a bad collision with an antler. If she hadn't have been here with her abilities and knowledge, at this very moment he would not have been blind, he would have –well, essentially– been dead.
Snow Rose blinked, not sure how her train of thought brought her to this detail, or if this detail even technically made sense, but it was a sequence that she felt the need to bookmark for a later internal inquiry of sorts. Thankfully, she was saved by the muddled mess of her thoughts by Rain, who swiftly spoke up with a sincere tone. "Thanks Snow Rose, for helping everyone."
The comment from the she-wolf was enough to stretch Snow's smile even further; it wasn't a creepily wide smile, though one would wonder how much further she could stretch it before it did surmount to this. She pushed past these thoughts again. "No problem~" she sang in response, her tail gently wagging behind her as she gave a thoughtful dip of her head to Rain. "I'm glad to have met you all, and given you my services. You certainly seem like a nice bunch of folk."
Not too long after she replied to Rain's comment, a dash of colour flashed in front of her figure, drawing her attention to the look at the yearling who stood before her with a gorgeous pink flower clutched gentle between her ivory jaws. Snow's smile became gentle at the sight of the pretty young she-wolf. "Thank you." The yearling's words were soft-spoken and almost hesitant after she had placed the flower at Snow's paws. The creamy under-toned she-wolf wasted no time in lowering her head the inspect the piece of fauna, it's delicate pink petals glowing in the filtered sunlight that poured upon the group through emerald leaves above. "It's very pretty, almost as pretty as yourself. Thank you." She weaved the compliment into her words, something that she found herself doing almost too often these days. "You'll have to make sure that you're friends don't get into too much trouble once I leave, ey?" Snow Rose said with a playful wink for the youngling before gently grabbing the flower and tucking it between her teeth.
Another random thought crossed her mind: it was the fact that something so beautiful, gentle and defenceless –the flower– sat between weapons that had the power to kill –her jaws–...yet Snow Rose never used these weapons to create dead bodies that littered the ground around her like the monsters who were half of the reason for her need of herbal knowledge, and instead used them as tools to crush herbs and spices to place against wounds created by teeth, claws and hatred. She ceased these thoughts before they spiralled any deeper.
"I-if you all don't mind, I'd like to stay with you overnight, just to make sure that the male's state of health doesn't deteriorate overnight." Snow Rose asked her question politely, her gaze shifting between the male –who's name remained a mystery– and Rain, the pair that mostly seemed to be in control of the situation/group. She was yet to figure out the true hierarchy within this party.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 17:48:14 GMT -8
Yellow eyes lingered upon the pups dainty form as Streak guided the little one towards the river. Pelt laced with mud, a scruffy complexion formed from all the dirt. The idea of mud on fur wasn’t anything new to the older male; dirt, mud and soil would be his base upon his coat layered with patches of leaves in random places. But his intentions was to conceal his scent, surely a pup wouldn’t know such a thing.
The two males were left in silence while they waited. Lucifer felt horrible. Beau was such a kind and friendly lad, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to at speak to him. It was if he had lost his tongue, opening his jaw for a brief second, only to snap it shut when no words were produced. He gruffed, avoiding eye contact as he gazed out into the distance.
For without Beau, Streak too wouldn’t had followed him to their location, and had they gone elsewhere, Fir- ‘He dropped the thought of her name’ ‘she’ wouldn’t have gotten the help she needed so badly. Had she not, she may had never made it to Streaks den, and Lucifer would had never fallen for her, and he would had never been broken, crushed, hurt, and in misery because she decided to leave.
He was losing it.
But he had to keep it together.
Ears that once had been planted against his skull rose attentively as the young one returned, the male going ahead and picking up the kill Streak had offered and placing it by the pups feet’s. Jerking his head forward he spoke. “Go ahead, you’ll need it.”
OOC: Finally got a post up, so sorry for the wait.
@beau
@nixriley
@niqo
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 11:15:38 GMT -8
Vaguely did she feel her limp body roll to the floor, a soft thump slightly audible to her hazy mind. A single inky ear would flick in response, the only other motion of her body being the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Little did she know that she was still alive with a companion that could revive her. Through the whole trip Elenor drifted in and out of consciousness, normally only observing thoughtfully for a short while or adjusting herself somewhat before slipping out of reality once again. Now, however, she was very slowly regaining sense of her surroundings. Her dim mind vaguely processed the familiar scent of grass and dirt before her, and obviously her ears were beginning to work again. Along with all of the good things, though, was the angry throbbing of a nub of a leg.
"P-p-poppy," came a suddenly loud and clear voice. An exhausted pair of eyes lazily drew open into a bright, very bright, world of green and white. Within a few seconds they would dilate properly, revealing that she was nowhere near the density of those forest. "Paw.. py?" came her raspy voice, unused for god knows how long. A subdued whine escaped her maw as she fought to turn her head, searching for someone of whom she couldn't recall a name. Beyond her was a huge colorful male toying with some plants, his back faced toward her. I should leave. I'm invading his space, she would think to herself, a pained expression hinted with confusion. Without warning, the stub of a leg jerked forward in attempt to stand, a searing pain shooting through her lower half. It was as if someone had set fire to it, the heated chemical spreading throughout her body in attempt to steal her life.
Elenor let her head plop onto the grass like a heavy raindrop, shutting out the bright world once again while fighting not to be so loud. Not like she was already shrieking out. All the dame could do was sit there, embracing the pain with a grain of salt until it slowly died down to a simmer. Just as she was growing comfortable, the tenderness decreased to an ache, the masculine voice she recalled from earlier offered a quick warning before everything repeated. Of course, her squirming only made things worse, but she knew for a fact that this stranger was torturing her for his amusement. It must have been that one brute she had found maybe a month ago. What was his name? Flint.
Eyes tightly shut, a free front limb would dig into the dirt desperately as she fought to run from her pain; run from this evil that caused her agony. That was until her eyes flung open, her fear and rage diminishing as she realized that Flint was really the big doofus in the pines. But Elenor couldn't really call him that anymore, considering he was actually helping her. A shaky sigh would release from her once rapid breathing, black auds shifting warily to the male as he spoke. “I’m so, so, so sorry about your leg. I wanted to grab a squirrel. You know, since you’re not a fan of fish.” he would say in a gentle tone. The rogue splayed out next to her comfortably, as she noticed, going on peacefully about his name and the recent encounter. Though she had been riding on her back for some time, it made her uncomfortable with him so close now, even if he was simply working on her wound. Perhaps this was only because she was used to running away from others. Elenor huffed at his compliment, jerking her head rudely to the side. " I was only giving someone else a chance of living when I had none. I don't know why you stayed in the first place. Now I'm... three legged and even more useless than before.." her voice finally cracked, now realizing that she would never regain her leg back. It all hit her in a full blown force. She tried tried to make friends when she was chased away by the bitch she couldn't recall a name from, she tried to be helpful until Flint turned on her and left her with a broken leg, and now she had tried to be brave and was only beaten because of it. Because of that, she was alive, and her face screwed up as if she has tasted bile because of that simple fact. She was alive and was forced to bare all the pain with it.
Suddenly she found the urge to hide. Yes, her familiar anxiety that she had forgotten of returned, and she desperately wanted to hide away from the world. But yet, any attempt to stand would be all too painful and she hadn't the strength to dig a hole. "Dante," she breathed, her chest rising and falling far too quickly. She couldn't bare to have a panic attack here. "would you please get me some water," came her soft yet rushed reply. With that, Elenor let her cranium fall to the ground once more, auds flattened against her skull as she tried to calm herself down. You're ok. You're ok. Three legs is fine. You're alive, that's good. Everything is fine.
OOC: I just realized mid-way through this post that I've been straying from what Elenor is supposed to be like xD Sorry for the drama.
Addressed: @dante
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 15:22:03 GMT -8
As soon as the tinkering bell-like voice had started talking, Eleven's tail shifted side to side as she beamed up at the pretty she-wolf. "It's very pretty, almost as pretty as yourself. Thank you." Snow Rose complimented and Eleven internally gushed about the angelic being infront of her. "You'll have to make sure that you're friends don't get into too much trouble once I leave, ey?" she spoke, sending Eleven a playful wink before retrieving the flower within her canines. At that, Eleven's ears perked up, snapping her head towards Rowan's healing body. Immediately a smile broke out onto her features to see the male awoken. "Rowan!" She chirped happily, Snow Rose putting her in the best of moods - perhaps due to her precious nature or perhaps due to the medication she gave the younger. The kid hadn't talked this much in a long time.
Should be resting though...
Small paws quickly padded over the small distance before settling next to his warm mass of fur once again - like she had the night before everything went wrong. Hunting was a bad idea and it was all that stupid demon deers fault. A light shudder struck down the small spine of Eleven's torso as she buried her face lightly, as to not hurt him, in the fur around Rowan's neck. She remembered feeling utterly useless out there, perhaps putting more strain and distress on the group by trying to help out. She wanted to become helpful, to be able to actually do some good for the group. Even in the short amount of time of knowing them, she didn't like seeing them hurt. She didn't want anymore harm on the group that had taken her in. "I-if you all don't mind, I'd like to stay with you overnight, just to make sure that the male's state of health doesn't deteriorate overnight." Snow Rose asked both Rowan and Rain. A smile once again decorated Eleven's cute features as she beamed up at Rowan, the old 'puppy eyes' with a small wag of her tail as a silent plea to let the pretty she-wolf stay.
Addressed: Alpha Rowan, Salutary Snow Rose, @rain, @wingnut, @twizzle |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 19:22:50 GMT -8
As Snow Rose smiles after she is thanked, Rain is glad that she isn't asking for anything in return because as of now, they can't offer anything to her. Not with so many injured, one with three legs and another a pup...and Rain wont let her take the pup, she knows Rowan will probably kill her if it happened. Rain watches as Snow Rose and Eleven interact about the flower and looks? She wasn't good at that stuff, always focusing on hunting and protecting, not things that look pretty. Rain goes to lay her head back down to get some rest, very much needing it when Snow Rose begins to speak again. Looking at her, she listens, Rain notices that the healing wolf's glance goes between Rowan, whos either on the edge of unconsciousness or is already out to her herself. "I think that would be very much welcome Snow Rose. You're not the only one who's worried about him. The buck did some damage for sure and none of us know anything about healing. Thank you, again."Tags- Alpha Rowan Salutary Snow Rose @eleven @wingnut @twizzle ooc- sorry its short |
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