not a pretty sight
healing / hermes
Azure
Master Fighter (935)
Master Hunter (555)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1991
1991
player
RelevantKoala
RelevantKoala
08-23-2022, 12:56 AM
It only got weirder as the treatment progressed and for several minutes, Azure toyed with the idea that he might simply be hallucinating. The tiny healer's soothing tone, encouraging words and gentle good-boy pats upon the muzzle were absolutely mystifying. Beyond anything he could have imagined, a clear sign of delusion if he'd ever witnessed one. Weirdly enough, somehow the ridiculous soft and maternal babbling did seem to help - was it commonplace to throw a wolf entirely out of their comfort zone to help them forget the pain of their injuries?
His maw opened to accept the piece of cloth without question, growing used to obeying the small soft thing and trying not to be too bewildered at how easy it was. Sucking the fluid from the cloth was less painful in the end, though the process was slow; getting actual suction was difficult with his jowl flayed the way it was. Luckily over time, the liquid found its way out of the cloth and into his mouth regardless and when enough built up, Az forced himself to swallow. Seere expressed her need to begin the suturing and Azure nodded infinitesimally, minimising the movement as directed. While she rooted through her bags and retrieved the needle, he busied himself with focusing very hard on the feeling of the cloth in his maw and the droplets of water he could pull from it.
Blinking hard and reeling from the second unexpected love tap upon his snout, the sewing began. It was here when Azure realized that this was no way a delusion. No mind could come up with this level of painful detail, it was all actually happening and a tiny Ashen Abraxas was suturing his face closed. Not only that, but a tiny Ashen Abraxas yearling. A tiny Ashen Abraxas yearling who had cradled his head, whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and given him gentle reassuring pats upon the nose. The sheer disbelief of it all (and the fact that he had not bitten her yet and damned the consequences) had ebbed above the pain in his cheek where the needle laced and pulled. The closer to the eye the medic had to work, the more the agony grew. Az centered himself with a steady stream of growls from the depths of his throat and oddly, hoped that they did not scare her. Hoped that they did not scare her!
A third tap upon his nose signalled the end of the suffering and Azure found himself giving a relieved sigh. "Thanks." He managed, though the words were somewhat garbled as he attempted to speak without moving the left half of his face. Adjusting the positioning of his head upon his paws for comfort, he maintained his single-eye contact with the healer in anticipation for the next step. She said rest but, did that mean the painful part was done?
![](https://i.imgur.com/j1NFCeT.png" "by pimsiri @ DA")
Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.