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Deion



Deion

Hemlock
Soothsayer

Advanced Healer (90)

Advanced Fighter (70)

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
118
player
Virgil

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12-09-2021, 04:26 PM


The badger apologized to him for nearly being punted by one of the brute's oversized mitts, but he paid the small creature no heed. His attention was solely on the fae resting in her bed, who had now craned her neck awkwardly to look at him with a glazed over stare that spoke volumes of her condition. She said quite plainly that she'd been paralyzed by a neck injury, and the man cocked his head yet further to one side in curiosity. With a quirk of his violet brow, he took a few more slow steps into the room. Now that he was aware of the badger toiling away underfoot, he would be marginally more careful not to trample the little beast. "And how did you manage that?" he rumbled the question mostly out of his own professional interest, and suddenly he found himself looming over her bedside. The dark pelted fae was truly tiny, even if there had been meat on her bones.

"I've seen my share of injuries, but not many live to tell the tale when the neck is damaged.." though he was muttering more to himself than anything, he shamelessly let his gaze wander over her delicate bodice. The sharp jut of her hips seemed to dip into her thigh muscles, which told him she'd been laid up long enough to begin to display muscular atrophy. How long had she been trapped in this room, unable to do more that stare balefully out the window? He loathed the thought of being forced to live out his days without being able to feel the ocean breeze on his face, or smell the bloom of fresh flowers in the fields.

Carnelian eyes swept up over the curve of her ribs, visible through the well kept fur- but not to an extent that alarmed him. Lifting a gargantuan paw, he sought to press it gently into the small divot between the dame's shoulder blades, where the backs of his toes might be able to locate a telltale gap in the vertebrae or a misalignment. Too wrapped up in the mystery, he hardly thought to ask permission. After all, he'd been brought on as a healer or sorts, why not make use of his craft with this injured fae? It wasn't like she could get more paralyzed.

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DEION HAS A THICK MACEDONIAN ACCENT AND A GARBAGE ATTITUDE, PLEASE BE WARNED