Ouch
09-10-2018, 12:17 PM
Seth was limping heavily when he found the border of a pack territory and was forced to pause. He'd doctored himself up as best as he could before wandering away from the river to go find haven in Malleus' pack, the core of the Abraxas. But the concussion had been worse than he'd thought, and by the time the confusion and bad decision-making had cleared up, he'd been traveling north for days in Boreas. He certainly couldn't recall when he'd thought it was a good idea to go north on the land bridge rather than turn south inland, since he had very little memory of those days. Probably for the best, since the walking had certainly exacerbated the pain of his sprains and broken ribs. At least the bruises were working their way out. Once he'd realized he decided to keep going, curious and having the faint thought that he'd been prompted here. He'd never believed as strongly in the whole religiousy spiritual thing that some of his kin did, but he wasn't going to discount the idea either.
Now he'd found himself here, and a thought occurred that caused a faint smile to curve his muzzle. Well! That was an idea, wasn't it? He probably should have talked it over with Malleus first, or Razi since he was in her pack - him all unknowing that the pack had been disbanded, all the members scattered or joining with Malleus - but he wasn't going to walk all that way back across the continent to get permission.
He was going to join a pack.
A mortal pack, to be precise, and wasn't that exciting? It gave him the opportunity to learn more in the way of healing than he'd previously learned under the more warlike Abraxas, and more than that, it would give him the opportunity to learn about the wolves and the packs that made their homes here.
His spectacularly colored bruises were hidden beneath his earthy fur, though the sharp antiseptic smell of the herbal rinses he'd been treating them with were clear, as were the poultices that were bandaged around his sprains and the broken ribs, and the various lacerations he'd sustained. He was a walking pharmacopeia at this point, and though his nose had gotten used to the rather pungent herbal smell in the past couple weeks it would undoubtedly be a rather overwhelming scent. Better than reeking of infection from untreated wounds, though. Keeping himself warily on his aching paws in case he needed to make a break for it, he called out for the pack's alpha.
Now he'd found himself here, and a thought occurred that caused a faint smile to curve his muzzle. Well! That was an idea, wasn't it? He probably should have talked it over with Malleus first, or Razi since he was in her pack - him all unknowing that the pack had been disbanded, all the members scattered or joining with Malleus - but he wasn't going to walk all that way back across the continent to get permission.
He was going to join a pack.
A mortal pack, to be precise, and wasn't that exciting? It gave him the opportunity to learn more in the way of healing than he'd previously learned under the more warlike Abraxas, and more than that, it would give him the opportunity to learn about the wolves and the packs that made their homes here.
His spectacularly colored bruises were hidden beneath his earthy fur, though the sharp antiseptic smell of the herbal rinses he'd been treating them with were clear, as were the poultices that were bandaged around his sprains and the broken ribs, and the various lacerations he'd sustained. He was a walking pharmacopeia at this point, and though his nose had gotten used to the rather pungent herbal smell in the past couple weeks it would undoubtedly be a rather overwhelming scent. Better than reeking of infection from untreated wounds, though. Keeping himself warily on his aching paws in case he needed to make a break for it, he called out for the pack's alpha.
09-14-2018, 05:01 AM
She was out checking her traps and doing her best to help Torin by checking the borders for breaches. She didnt want to be marking them though. It wasnt hed place to do anymore, Zell had mad it perfectly clear, she was not a member of this pack, she was a nusciance that faire had taken pity on. Even though she had been no different than her adoptive sister Kairi, who was never around either and always had wanted to explore. Jewell just seemed to have misfortune follow her around. She was moving up the border when an unfamiliar howl rang out. She picked up her pace and moved to meet the new stranger. She was wary as she approached. She knew Torin would come the moment she howled but she wanted to see who called first. Naeva also wasn't too far away, she knew her daughter was checking traps in the other direction. As she came upon the scene she sat a good few feet behind the safety of the border but still in plain sight, not like she could hide. Her companion, Alois, was quick to perch upon her head between her ears. Her nose was already sifting through the males scents. Herbs were heavy upon him, but one underlying scent caught her attention. It wasnt the same but she could tell it was close to the man from almost a year and a half ago. Her ears pinned and the recognition of who this Male was was plain on her face. He wasn't wanted near the pack in her opinion. They were rapists and took things they were not supposed to. Her tail curled close to her haunches to protect herself as much as possible. Her head tilted back as she gave a howl for more than Torin this time. It was for Frostbite, Blaise, Zell, and any that were capable of chasing the make way. Then her eyes were narrowed on the male. He was small but no doubt about it to her he was related to the man. "Your family with brown and white pelt who is he?" she wanted a name. With a name Torin could go and find him. If he even still lived. He could get jewell her answers. Why had he taken from her? Why had he forced her? She wasn't completely healed from it. She saw it every time she looked at her children but she didnt blame them. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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09-14-2018, 07:35 AM
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09-14-2018, 07:53 AM
Seth shifted with discomfort as he waited. Just standing here,his abuse body was starting to cramp up. He had walked much the length of a continent with major injuries atop a body already bestowed by nature with crippling deformities. Everything hurt.
So when the brightly colored stranger showed up, Seth's first thought was that he was hallucinating. He shook his head carefully and blinked, but the apparition didn't dissipate. It did in fact speak, though it's words seemed somewhat garbled. Not a hallucination, probably, but just a weirdly colored wolf.
And frankly Seth had no idea what she was talking about, or why she was showing a hostile manner. He would certainly have remembered meeting her before.
"Madam," he began. "I have no idea what you are talking about." His family that was brown and white? That could describe half the population! Brown and white? Did he even have any family that was brown and white? Andras had been brown with some white, but also black, and his distinctive markings and eyes didn't resemble Seth in the least. In fact, there were very few in his family that resembled Seth at all.
He did however resemble his mortal father's family quite heavily. Perhaps she was talking of one of them? It seemed unlikely though since he had never so much as met his father, deceased since before his cursed birth.
Another wolf appeared, and Seth dropped painfully to his belly, ears down submissively, a faint whimper driven from him at the jostling of broken ribs. He had years of practice abasing himself for Abraxas, and he had no pride tied up in showing submission to a mortal. It was just another tool in his survival toolkit, after all. "I came seeking to join your pack, sir, but your wolf seems to have mistaken me for someone else?" Wide green eyes moved back to the female, brows raised in polite, confused inquiry.
So when the brightly colored stranger showed up, Seth's first thought was that he was hallucinating. He shook his head carefully and blinked, but the apparition didn't dissipate. It did in fact speak, though it's words seemed somewhat garbled. Not a hallucination, probably, but just a weirdly colored wolf.
And frankly Seth had no idea what she was talking about, or why she was showing a hostile manner. He would certainly have remembered meeting her before.
"Madam," he began. "I have no idea what you are talking about." His family that was brown and white? That could describe half the population! Brown and white? Did he even have any family that was brown and white? Andras had been brown with some white, but also black, and his distinctive markings and eyes didn't resemble Seth in the least. In fact, there were very few in his family that resembled Seth at all.
He did however resemble his mortal father's family quite heavily. Perhaps she was talking of one of them? It seemed unlikely though since he had never so much as met his father, deceased since before his cursed birth.
Another wolf appeared, and Seth dropped painfully to his belly, ears down submissively, a faint whimper driven from him at the jostling of broken ribs. He had years of practice abasing himself for Abraxas, and he had no pride tied up in showing submission to a mortal. It was just another tool in his survival toolkit, after all. "I came seeking to join your pack, sir, but your wolf seems to have mistaken me for someone else?" Wide green eyes moved back to the female, brows raised in polite, confused inquiry.
09-14-2018, 08:16 AM
He spoke back and seemed to have no clue but she knew the family scent was there underneath everything. She wasnt stupid, she knew his family would be like him. Evil and vile. "Big man, brown and white marked. Blue and yellow eyes. Evil man. You smell like family of him." she remembered the family name the starry pelted woman had used. Should she blurt it out? No, not until torin or someone got there. The sound of frostbite racing closer brought her to stand again. Her tail tucked though, she wasnt taking chances. As frostbite came to be between them and asked what was going on she waited to see if this smaller male would run or try to use lines to deceive Frost. She moved to stand next to frost then. Her gaze didnt leave the Male even as he cowared and spoke. "Not mistake. Smell like family of Abraxas rape man. Not want him near family." she was clear as she could be. Though some words were definitely not the ones she meant exactly. She still remembered the Male though like it was yesterday. It was surprising that this smaller male thought his family had been overlooked. There was already enough damage done to the pack by these wolves. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.