Better Then Drugs
Enigma's mind had been wandering today. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt odd. He had brought Takira to his den, patched her up with some poultice that he'd learned from his mother and slapped on some leaves and cobwebs that he could find. He was no healer, and he wouldn't tell anyone else that he was caring for a slave...but he wouldn't abandon her and leave her for dead either. Besides, Paradox and Forsaken were always off doing their own thing. They surely wouldn't bother him here.
With slow steps, he was making his return trip to the den. A bundle of soaked Moss carefully held in his teeth. He didn't know when she would wake, or if she would even pull through the injuries she had...what the fuck had she even gotten into? Some of the gashes were dirtied and bleeding alot, but he'd done his best to clean them out and chew up the rather...disgustingly bitter herbs he had learned about quite a while ago. Once he entered his den, he set the Moss off to one side as he looked at her.
She was a strong female...he wondered what she'd been up to since they last parted ways, and for a while he thought she hated him when they'd first met. But when he recalled the words he heard her say as she confused his father with him, perhaps it was not true. Sighing, he lied down with his back to the entrance to block the view of any potential nosy siblings. Head rested on his paws, he watched the rise and fall of her body. He would probably have to find someone to tell him what herbs he could use...especially if she ended up getting a fever. Gods he was bad at this...perhaps a little later. For now he would drift off for a short nap.. |
