Worn Out Faces
The falls were beautiful things. The water crashing down was soothing, a sound that calmed his very soul. He would breathe in slowly, looking around with his bright red eyes, until he saw something most curious. Ehh? What was this? Zenkai would look around before approaching the furry, scabby mass.
It appeared to be some sort of living creature, covered in filth. Zenkai would gently reach out with one paw, setting it on the back of the creature as he tried to assess what it was. “Hmm... Are you alive still...?” Zenkai would ask, seeing no head of the creature in sight. Though surely it had one, right?
The last thing he wanted to do was get in some sort of confrontation against this creature. He didn’t want to do something that he might regret either... And something, something deep in his gut told him that he shouldn’t fight this particular maimed creature regardless.
Standing, the beast would focus on the creature before her, violet eyes narrowing. A wolf. She remained standing on her hindlegs, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing, trying to figure out what this single animal was doing bothering her. A death wish. Lips rose as she dropped down to all three limbs, the ground trembling around her slightly. With a growl she leaned against her pawless stub, right forepaw lifting off the ground and into the air as if she was going to swipe at the boy. She wouldn't though, the boy telling her he wasn't here to fight. Nostrils flared with a heavy breath, lowering her paw back down and shifting her weight off the stub.
Oddly enough, the bear would take the child's word. Eyes running over him briefly before turning away, lumbering forward in a rocking motion, going past him and towards the running water. Stopping at the edge she would lean down and lap up the liquid, ears flicking as small bugs buzzed around. And once she got what she needed, the beast would plop herself down in the grass, paw hanging over a rock and into the water, eyes staring off into the water.
Zen would wait until the beast had plopped down before easing closer, his dark gaze thoughtful. "If you need help... maybe I can? My momma is a healer. I know a little bit..." The boy was at a loss. The giant creature seemed to need help and yet was ready to go into attack mode against him almost immediately... and then back off again. Taking a breathe the boy would speak up again.
"My name is Zenkai Sorrell-Savvil. What's your name?"
Eyes closed as the beast took in a deep breath, body shuddering with the action. The sun was nice on her back, giving her warmth and slowly began to dry any freshly oozing cuts she might have opened. Her ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching, but since there wasn't anyone else nearby she would figure it was the young wolf coming closer out of curiosity. On their own they were not dangerous, especially younger ones, so Zanire didn't bother moving away or striking out. He wouldn't get too close though, just enough so she could hear him and he could perhaps get a look.
He asked if he could help, if she needed it. That his mother was a healer and he knew a bit, giving his name and asking for hers. Zenkai... Sorrell-Savvil... For some reason it felt as if the woman should know what that meant, those names... they should have triggered something in her memory but with how events went after she last saw Kar, there was a barrier preventing her from recognizing it. When it came to her name however, her face scrunched up in confusion and annoyance. She... she couldn't remember... it had been so long since she had to give her name.
With a low growl she would look away from the boy, neither giving her name or voicing if he could attend her wounds or not. That alone was her answer, yes, treat me. Limbs stretched out as she shifted to be on her stomach, allowing access to any part of her body. |
Most of them were scabbing over, but it couldn’t hurt to wash the dirt and grim away from them. He started with her shoulders, not so sure that he wanted to be next to her face. He would move from water source to the beast, dribbling water from his mouth over the wounds to wash them. What he couldn’t clean out with just the water he would use his tongue for, carefully licking over each cut while glancing at the bear. The moment she decided she wasn’t alright with this after all he was going to move.
From her shoulders he would move down to her legs, working with novice skill, but doing the best that he could for the woman. After a bit of time had passed he would pause, glancing at her. “What happened to you?”
She was silent, not uttering a single word or even a letter as the young wolf came in close to begin work on attending her wounds. So she would close her eyes and take a deep breath, claws from her forepaw digging into the grass, but not from pain. It had been some time since she had somebody so close without wanting to harm, a gentle touch long forgotten in the time she had been gone from her beloved. Jaws clenched in annoyance, not from the light dribbling of water over her wounds, but from the disappointment she felt in herself, for allowing this all to happen.
With time the wolf would speak up again, asking what happened, feeling his gaze on her. Zanire would sigh heavily, body shifting by rocking slightly fro left to right before settling back down. A low growl she managed to squeeze out, purple gaze turning downward towards the running water. She knew he couldn't understand her, species having their own languages but also having the basic of a universal one. ”Hurt.” She rumbled this time, diving into her mind to dig up that language she had begin to learn so long ago when she first arrived in these lands. ”Other. Bad.” She added on, french accent thick in her voice. |
Finding the plant within walking distance, luckily, the boy would move away from the bear to get the marigold. He would pick the flowers, moving back to the bear and beginning to apply the petals topically to the cuts. They were chewed, made into a paste, before being applied. “This will help with the healing process.” The young man would explain, chewing some more of the petals to apply it to a different wound.
He moved away, and Zanire would open her eyes. With some cleaning done she could feel some discomfort with the injuries, the newer ones having a small sting to them as the cool wind ran over. It was tolerable though, not enough for her face to scrunch up. She was growing thirsty and tired though, despite waking up from sleep not long ago. Reaching down as the wolf moved away, she would grab a quick drink.
Just a few minutes he was back and making a paste out of flowers then applying to her wounds, but now she would watch him work, both from the reflection in the water and from over her shoulder. "Wolf. Thank you." She would say, her tone calm, any signs of irritation gone thanks to laying there and getting some help. She looked away and took another deep breath, stretching out her pawless leg.