ardent

No den??

Writer



Hester

Loner
MIA

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
199
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
37
player
Dove
04-20-2020, 10:23 PM
H E S T E R

At the boy's question, Hester used her head to gesture at her injured shoulder. The wounds were visible through her wet fur, and they were clearly punctures. They were deeper than she'd originally thought, and she rolled in the water again, doing her best to wash away the rest of the blood she'd seen. Her body would staunch the flow from the wounds soon, so she could wait until morning to find a healer for it. For now, though, she stepped from the water, ignoring the chills on her spine as a stiff wind placed in her freshly washed fur. She bent her head low, grabbed moss in her mouth and chewing it before spitting it back out and doing what she could to pack the wounds.

She knew little about healing, but that had always seemed to work to keep further infection from spreading. The few scars she hadn't gained in this land were wounds that hadn't quite healed correctly; but they also hadn't gotten infected and that was enough for her.

"A few punctures," Hester said after she was done. "Nothing that can't wait until the morning." She nodded to herself. "The Mother lost two more souls tonight, but it was a victorious brawl for us."


She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.