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Post by Maltose on Oct 24, 2015 23:25:23 GMT -5
(Revlis, transcribed from FH screenshot)
The small red wolf lounged lazily atop the sunbathed rock as the crisp autumn air nipped at their nose. They were receiving the brunt of each cold gust of wind, but the warmth of the rock's surface was too satisfying for them to relocate themself. The change in seasons was becoming more and more apparent as each day passed, and Revlis was less than excited for the arrival of winter. They let out a small sight, pulling their head up to gaze down at their packmates below them. Some small talk was happening here and there, something the sentry was ok in being left out of. They did spot someone of interest however, one of the clerics thay'd managed to acquaint themself with. They had yet to visit one of the healers to treat the teeth wound along their neck. Figuring the longer they waited the worse it would get, Revlis lifted themself to all fours and hopped down the rock before padding towards Bristle, passing Lanie and another sentry in the process.
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Post by Maltose on Oct 26, 2015 1:24:34 GMT -5
Bristle lay a short distance away from the pack's central gathering spot. However, he remained only slightly aware of their presence, having secluded himself in his own tasks. He rested near a large outcropping of foliage, as usual, to keep his subconscious at ease. His monochrome form hunched over a chunk of flesh in the form of a large canine's foreleg. The cleric did not know to whom the limb had once been attached. He had stopped wondering such things some time ago. It was the short, even pelt of the deceased one that interested him. Once it had cured in the sun for a time the material would prove quite useful in the transportation and storage of his medical supplies, keeping them clean and dry. He methodically ripped and pulled, easing his lower jaw under the skin and peeling with a ginger steadiness. The hide came away in a long, spiraling strip, revealing pink muscles and ivory tendons. A gentle but insistent ripping sound was heard as skin separated from flesh. It was, in the same instance, somehow a sickening as well as satisfying sound. Reaching the wrist joint, Bristle gave a final tug and ripped his prize free. The section of hide now hanging limply between his jaws, he sat up to view the skinned limb with curiosity. Though it was a sight he was less than fond off, it was certainly an interesting one; to see the inner workings so clearly. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of such deliberate mutilation. "Nnguh." The small sound of discomfort was nearly inaudible to anyone but himself. Turning away from the sight, he glanced uneasily at his pack-mates, silently hoping no one had payed him any mind. A hint of dissatisfaction contorted his features for a moment as he noted one such canine heading his way. Steeling himself took a small amount of effort. He immediately recognised the sentry, Revlis. The red wolf, though he did not know them well, was one of the pack-mates he had felt some genuine appreciation for. Embarrassment threatened to rise as he stood to place himself between the mutilated limb and the approaching wolf, the long strip of fur still dangling from his jaws. Though in a pack of cannibals, he was yet unsure of how a thing would be judged, no matter the purpose it served. He struggled between the ideas of immediately explaining himself or playing it off coolly as the moment he would be forced to decide drew ever closer.
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Post by riddlestyx on Oct 26, 2015 21:04:37 GMT -5
Revlis's head was dipped towards the ground, gaze running along each blade of grass as they padded their way towards the cleric laying by the bush. Once their nose indicated they were at a conversation distance, the red wolf lifted their eyes to spot the soil-pelted canine with a strip of fur hanging from his maw. The colour of the strip was light, and seemed reminiscent of a certain kill Revlis may have participated in recently. Curious to what use he may have for it, though not enough to ask, Revlis dismissed the thought and sat down carefully in front of him before speaking.
"I've got a bite wound. On my neck. It happened on the last hunt; I wasn't being very careful. It's nothing too serious, but it's starting to sting noticeably more," they explained, the words flowing quite naturally for somebody like Revlis. They then dipped their head down to present the injury to the healer, and as they did so, a small bit of blood began to ooze from the still slightly fresh wound. They tensed their muscles as a wave of pain struck through their body. Fortunately, it only lasted for an instant, and they quickly rose their head back up to meet eye-to-eye with the male again. "Don't waste too much on it, okay?" They weren't very aware of the current state of healing supplies, but they always felt a bit of guilt when their packmates had to consistently deliver medicine to the sentry. They always felt like there was a way to avoid it, even though their damaged lungs were quite out of their own control. It was quite an agonizing process within the cluttered canine's mind.
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Post by Maltose on Nov 4, 2015 21:19:34 GMT -5
Bristle's ears perked attentively as Revlis spoke, dropping the strip of hide and folding it messily between his paws. Memory of the fight flooded back to him as Revlis dipped their head to reveal their wound. For a moment his eyes widened in dismay as he recalled the state of the canine they had received the wound from. He should have gone to check on the two who had been injured by their prey on the previous hunt, rather than presume they would come to him. As always, it stood that infections were a dire possibility with any bite wound. To his relief, Revlis seemed relatively fine.
He drew closer to the red wolf, taking in the scent of the wound scrutinizingly. He had been about to lead them to his supplies before he remembered the small amount of blood wolf's fat that clung to his muzzle and fore-paws.
"Come with me to the river?" He requested, dipping his head to retrieve the strip of hide. "I'll-" he began once more, speaking around the mouthful before dropping it once more to finish his sentence. "I'll clean your wound as well as myself and... this."
Taking the hide back into his jaws, he began towards the steep riverbank in a slow trot. To his mild surprise, as he reached its edge he noticed the water level had risen a significant amount since he had last seen it. Carefully picking his way down the slope, he slid to a stop in the mud at the edge of the river's end where it flowed underground somewhere below them.
Placing the strip of hide onto the surface of a rock peeking from the river, he bent forward to test the temperature of the water with his nose-tip. It woudln't exactly be the most comfortable to take a dip in on the autumn day, but it would at least provide a refreshing coolness to the sting of the wound as it was cleaned. Dipping both paws and his muzzle into the chilly water, he shook them vigorously beneath the flow.
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