ardent

slap a band-aid on it

tenshī



Usagi

Loner

Master Fighter (245)

Advanced Hunter (103)

An icon representing the specialty Weaponsmaster Weaponsmaster

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
139
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
182
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 4 Worship
05-30-2022, 06:25 AM

Son of a bitch, his ankle hurt. Usagi had claimed victory by some miraculous account with the pirate he’d fought, but by all means he should’ve lost. His size and build were of little match for the brute’s larger frame and tusks and spikes. The insults hurled at him during the fight had soured his already bitter mood, the scowl on his face as he limped along even darker, more curled, more furious. His brow furrowed on pain as each step was a lurching hobble, unable to even touch a toe on the ground without a lightening bolt of sharp, fiery pain shooting down his leg. With hitched huffs of breath, Usagi stumbled towards a woman the Kaicho had referred him to for treatment - another healer, apparently. He could’ve just gone to Sedna and avoided all this weaving, what with his clearly broken ankle and all. However, he wouldn’t oppose his superior. If this strange lady was as talented as Hattori suggested she was in her ability to treat ailments, then he’d at least give it a try.

Approaching some sort of den - or abode, however the woman wished to call it - the warrior flicked his ear, not wanting to sit because of the throbbing of his ankle. Still feeling it pulsate and tingle from its impact, his mossy gaze could barely contain the discomfort of the injury as he called out, "Er, hello? I was told to come to you for healing." If she were to appear, he’d likely not need to explain what needed healing - the swollen lump of a right hind paw would all she’d need to see.

”Speech”  ’Thought’

wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—