not a pretty sight

Seere happily trots along, paws kicking up in pure joy as sense of pride permeates her gait. The small girl’s healing skills have been growing by leaps and bounds and she has been allowed to carry her own satchel! Kitsune, the girl’s mentor, had packed it with herbs, materials to stitch wounds, and everything a young healer would need. The worn leather bag hangs over the monochrome girl’s shoulder, thumping against side with each step she takes. While being a great fighter like her father, Plague, is still what her heart longs to do, the art of healing intrigues her.

As she trots, a call suddenly cuts through the air, choked and calling for an Ashen healer. The small girl pauses in walk, head tilting as she considers their request. An Ashen healer? She is an Ashen healer! Seere quickly changes course, rushing to where the call emanated from. One thing the small girl prides herself on is how fast she is and, because of her speed, she quickly arrives to where injured wolf waits. Legs slow their frantic charge as the small girl begins to scan the patient before she even reaches him. The wolf is tall, as tall as both of her dads are. The height difference does not deter her and neither does her age.

As she approaches the injured male, the girl takes on the demeanor of a healer, trying to appear all business as she says, “I am Seere Abraxas-Destruction. A healer from Ashen.” While her countenance may attempt to be serious, her mismatched eyes hold all her care and empathy. Stopping before the unknown wolf, the small girl allows him space so he can look her over before she tries to figure out how she can help him.


"Seere  Abraxas-Destruction"