Healing and Intellect skill up ?

The forest was an assault on all senses as Spring made its way into the land of Boreas, the land that has been her home for a season now. The virescent hues were the foreground, the background and as high up as she could see. The heat and humidity pressed in on the isabelline-white skin making sweat pointless. The sounds of the insects, the birds and the larger animals created a symphony of nature calling her deeper within the mysterious parts of the jungle. The leaves brushed up against her and her feet shivered with each step. The air tasted both sweet and fresh, like flowers blooming on her tongue but it was not the time to admire the beauty of nature; no, her reckless nature has caused the babe to attend three fights, one which was unwanted and another one that ended dreadfully. In just couple of days the babe managed to enter a bloody battle with both her uncle and aunt; what a cursed kin. The sweet jungle fragrance was almost cloying. Moving between the dense vegetation was nothing like walking the desert back home, crimson droplets stained the earthen blanket, soiling the ground beneth her, the babe's wounds were visable, some scarred as time went by but some where still fresh upon her egyptian silk tapestry. Everywhere lay water, water in pools and water caught on leaves as large a two-seater couch. Around here were more noises than her ears could separate. From every direction came the hums and chirps of insects, the song of birds and the calls of mammals. There were poisonous creatures and large carnivores, yet it was meeting other wolves that scared her the most- wolves with their bigger brains and more creative ways of killing. Her weak state would turn her into an easy prey for most predators. A barely audible whine left the woman's lips before her pace lessened, mile-long limbs barely able to hold her weight; shivering, trembling, soon enough her statuesque frame came to a halt as she collapsed onto the ground. "Setekh" "Nephthys"

OOC: I wanted to go longer with this post, but I felt like I was rambling x.x I'm sorry that I didn't get her plants yet.

It had been a few weeks, and his heart ached to see her again. He knew she was fine, despite not seeing her, there was nothing he needed to worry about. Although they were young, Nephthys was definitely the stronger of the two. In that span, he'd been working on his knowledge of herbs. Despite not knowing too much about the plants around him, he'd started cataloging in his mind what plants did something and which ones did nothing. Currently, his paws carried him far away from places he'd already known, but at the same time, it was taking him - unknowingly - closer to his hearts desires. The place was pretty usual, he supposed, eyes swept to and fro, taking in the scenery. At first, everything was so still, so quiet, but... All at once his ears had caught up with the sights he was taking in. Plants at every angle, some beautiful and bright, some muted and odd looking. His eyes also caught the flecks of bugs as they flitted around, some bees pollinating each plant they came in contact with. Everything was so damningly loud! A low growl erupted from his deep lips, and although the beauty pleased him, the noise was angering him. Shut up. He mused silently, looking for an escape of sorts. As it intensified, so did his rage, and growling. In a moment, Setekh went from zero to sixty, his snarl ripping out of his chest, with harsh words, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His tail lashed from side to side, and almost everything silenced. Something broke through, something pitiful. Even his anger ebbed, it sounded wounded, strained, and he was interested. His eyes went to slits as he searched high and low, until he found something extremely peculiar. The scent in the air was coppery, as he drew closer, and his eyes fell upon rubies that glittered along the ground and some of the leaves. For a moment, he was elated, at least until his scent caught something remarkable, terrifying, and it made his blood run cold. Bile rose, and Setekh tried to hold back the putrid vomit, feeling utterly human, but it came forth like the words that choked him. His breath came out in hitches, as he himself let out a strained whine, his words trembling as he slowly followed the bloodied trail, "N-n... Nephthys?" When no words were uttered back, panic gripped the male, and his frenzied eyes were not the only thing now moving at unmatched speeds, his paws shook with each heated step, his tail lashed as his ears drew backwards, "Nephthys? NEPHTHYS! Thys... Answer me... Please." As he uttered his final phrase, bile rose again, only this time, his stomach was empty, the contents splayed at the entrance of her bloodied path. He drew nearer, almost believing this was a dream, but the sight before him was grotesque, and he stared at her open wounds like they were alien, "O-oh... Oh Nephthys... Oh Thys!" Tears blurred his vision and he drew his head to her cheek, rubbing longingly at the only place he could see that didn't have a wound, that didn't bleed. He drew his tongue across his sisters nose, and felt the heat matting her fur. "Y-you're burning up!" The statement was so blindingly obvious he was almost pained to hear himself say it. "S-stay here, I'll... I'll be back. I'll bring you things that c-can help. Stay... Stay with me Thys...." His paws scrambled for traction, and his first thought was water. Hydration. He looked around, fearful, before his eyes fell upon some rather large leaves. He ripped at them, savagely, tearing three down that were unusable. The last, was near perfect. He launched into the water, and sucked up as much as he could, greedily. Looking from the leaf, to where his love lay, he realized the leaf was pointless. Darting back to her, he nudged her, and let some water trickle from his mouth. He hoped he was doing the right thing it's just... this was her. He needed to find more plants, he needed to help her, but right now... She wasn't even responding. Water dripped onto her mouth, and he watched with scared eyes. Please don't leave me... "Setekh" "Nephthys"

The pain throbs in her guts, it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their claw in there and are squeezing her organs either gently or as hard as they can. When it wanes she can squirm, when it returns she can only hold still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed. There was crimson liquid staining her tendrils here and there but her abdomen was purple and lumpy where it should be smooth. Every step felt like a nail bomb exploding in her innards and it was so much better to just lay here on the ground. If it wasn't for her siblings the babe would curl right up here in the jungle and let the Gods take her away to the next life, but she promised they will never be apart, she promised that they will never abandon each other again, so she must survive, if not for her than for them. Pain was invisible, subjective and open dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches were worse, always taken to be less then they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. Sometimes she thought the reaction a person has to another's pain tells more about that person than they'd like. And on this day the Gods and Goddesses above have proved her it was indeed the truth. There was a voice calling her from beyong the grave. She mustn't go into the light, that was as much as she knew but who was this voice? Who could it be? Father? No. Impossible. They called her name for a second and third time and in that moment orange pomegranate optics opened slightly in order to release a blurry visage in front of them. Setekh? Her beloved brother was in front of her name, calling her name desperately. What is with this voice? Are you crying? The babe thought to herself as she could barely observe through her fiery gaze. What was he doing here? The babe was is in so much pain her complexion was ashen. Her natural isebelline-white tissues has sunken in tone to something so grey and lifeless. Slowly she tried to get her crown up to look at him properly but quickly realized how futile it was when she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her jaws clenched as her crown hit the ground one more time, her claws digging in the ground in order to attempt to ease the sharp pain that lanced through her head. Colorful spots flashed in front of her eyes, it felt like her whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. But where was he going? What did he said? She could not hear a thing with all the agony. Don't leave me Setekh She laid on the ground as he departed, her optics watching her through blurry eyes and flashes of color, whinning ever step he made fore he was abandoning here there, in the jungle. Her visage closed in a grimace, every few minutes she would whine, it had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then she would go quiet, just panting, breathing slowly as another wave of pain passed. Before long he appeared before her again like a saviour, like a hero, like the goddamn God that he was. Her brother, her love, her Setekh. Oh how handsome her was. How Godly. He poured something on her? What was it. It was wet. Her visage closed in a grimace once again. Water? "Setekh" "Nephthys"