Post by Calantha on Mar 28, 2016 18:40:58 GMT -5
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The reactions to her presence were varied, though it was the darkest male – a gruff brute with vivid orange eyes – who seemed the least receptive to her care, insisting upon his health even as he limped away, leaving crimson marks in the snow. She frowned but did not push him immediately, knowing that her attempts to heal him would have to be subtler. Pushing types like him never worked. Next her gaze flitted to the second stranger, a gray-and-white brute who seemed far gentler than his companion. Calantha smiled gently at him as his question reached her, moving forward to coax him into a sitting position, butting gently at his chest with her head. And then immediately she was inspecting him more closely, a frown pulling at her lips.
”There’s not much I can do here, where so little grows…but there are some plants that prevail even in the coldest of territories, and they’ll hold you over until we can get you back to Shyia.” Here she paused, her gaze flickering to Arche before she dipped her head. ”I’ll be right back – just a moment.” And then her tiny paws were carrying her swiftly back in the direction she’d came, up to the bank of the hill she’d crested, where saffron eyes fell upon the plant she’d spotted on her way to Arche and the others. Weeping winter jasmine, her mother had called it, and the stalks and bristled leaves poked out from the snow. Even beneath the heavy frost, tiny yellow flowers dotted the plant, and Calantha yanked off a mouthful of them before swiftly returning to her companions, grinding the plants between her teeth as she went.
”I’m aware it looks disgusting, but it will staunch the bleeding long enough to get you home,” she told the light-hued male as she crouched to apply the paste to his wounds, gently pressing them against the injury, the look in her eyes apologetic as she applied slight pressure to the wound. And then she was turning towards the dark brute again, her tone quiet as she moved towards him, stopping a short distance away and placing the remaining yellow substance near his paws. ”I won’t insist on applying it myself, but you should at least do it. It will help.”
She stepped away then, and Arche’s words had her pricking her large ears, her eyes widening with alarm as he spoke. Shaman. ”I would be honored. Thank you, Arche,” she said, humbly dipping her head. It was what she’d wished for since she’d joined Airila – a chance to help others, to put her abilities to good use. She could not wait to return and tell Rikez, but for now the coyote forced herself to focus, her sharp gaze flicking to Hannibal and then Graham as Arche finished speaking. ”I’ll make sure both of them are checked out when we return,” she insisted, the look she gave Hannibal making it clear that it was not an option – though a moment later she smiled. ”And Arche, you should get plenty of rest when you return. You’ll need to take it easy – I’m sure your lungs would appreciate it.”
Words: 526
Tags: Sheriff Loxley Hannibal Arche
Muse: Poop
Notes: I'm okay with ending it after the others have replied as well =)
The reactions to her presence were varied, though it was the darkest male – a gruff brute with vivid orange eyes – who seemed the least receptive to her care, insisting upon his health even as he limped away, leaving crimson marks in the snow. She frowned but did not push him immediately, knowing that her attempts to heal him would have to be subtler. Pushing types like him never worked. Next her gaze flitted to the second stranger, a gray-and-white brute who seemed far gentler than his companion. Calantha smiled gently at him as his question reached her, moving forward to coax him into a sitting position, butting gently at his chest with her head. And then immediately she was inspecting him more closely, a frown pulling at her lips.
”There’s not much I can do here, where so little grows…but there are some plants that prevail even in the coldest of territories, and they’ll hold you over until we can get you back to Shyia.” Here she paused, her gaze flickering to Arche before she dipped her head. ”I’ll be right back – just a moment.” And then her tiny paws were carrying her swiftly back in the direction she’d came, up to the bank of the hill she’d crested, where saffron eyes fell upon the plant she’d spotted on her way to Arche and the others. Weeping winter jasmine, her mother had called it, and the stalks and bristled leaves poked out from the snow. Even beneath the heavy frost, tiny yellow flowers dotted the plant, and Calantha yanked off a mouthful of them before swiftly returning to her companions, grinding the plants between her teeth as she went.
”I’m aware it looks disgusting, but it will staunch the bleeding long enough to get you home,” she told the light-hued male as she crouched to apply the paste to his wounds, gently pressing them against the injury, the look in her eyes apologetic as she applied slight pressure to the wound. And then she was turning towards the dark brute again, her tone quiet as she moved towards him, stopping a short distance away and placing the remaining yellow substance near his paws. ”I won’t insist on applying it myself, but you should at least do it. It will help.”
She stepped away then, and Arche’s words had her pricking her large ears, her eyes widening with alarm as he spoke. Shaman. ”I would be honored. Thank you, Arche,” she said, humbly dipping her head. It was what she’d wished for since she’d joined Airila – a chance to help others, to put her abilities to good use. She could not wait to return and tell Rikez, but for now the coyote forced herself to focus, her sharp gaze flicking to Hannibal and then Graham as Arche finished speaking. ”I’ll make sure both of them are checked out when we return,” she insisted, the look she gave Hannibal making it clear that it was not an option – though a moment later she smiled. ”And Arche, you should get plenty of rest when you return. You’ll need to take it easy – I’m sure your lungs would appreciate it.”
Words: 526
Tags: Sheriff Loxley Hannibal Arche
Muse: Poop
Notes: I'm okay with ending it after the others have replied as well =)
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