Werewolves of London
He knew she would be out though, and that seemed to satisfy him. He’d warned if she was gone much after the sun reached it’s full height he was coming after her. She believed him. So as the early morning sun’s first rays reached over the land Vail would leave Abaven’s borders, following Notch into the relatively unknown.
Their trip remained relatively uneventful until she noticed her paws were falling on stone rather than the lush grass that covered much of the east. She wondered where Notch had decided to take her, and if there were even any herbs to be found here. The sulfur assaulted her nose and she wasn’t a fan of the sharp stones that poked into her paws pads.
”Notch, where in the world are you taking me?” She called out ahead to the tiny screech owl as he made his way to the thinning tree branches. She knew the elevation would begin to rise, and really had little desire to make her way to the top of the volcano.
Well everything was going incredibly wrong wasn't it? Pari felt abandoned, left alone again and her mind had shut down again. In a desperate bid she'd moved from the original den of the lambs out onto the volcano; hoping someone, anyone would see her and give her meaning again. She wasn't going to move from the former lands of her previous master though; no she didn't have the courage to break the last few orders she'd been given.
As the woman stood on hunger shaking legs she scanned desperately. Mullbery gaze lifted to find someone, anyone. It didn't take much to spot the pale figure making it's way up the volkano then, the wolf's fur standing in stark relief against the dark stone. Slowly the woman limped down the slope, she hadn't eaten in a while, taking only the scraps she could find and so her movements were weak and shaky. She also wouldn't approach too much, only getting as close as she dared in assuming the wolf would be able to spot her. Then she dropped onto her stomach, ears flattening against her skull and averting her gaze, a weak cracking whine pulling from her lungs.
"speech!"
Notch returned to her shoulder, in case of a fight he wouldn't be much use except as a distraction. She continued to try and see the form of the creature who had approached, and eventually thought she made out a wolf shape in the gray of the rocks. "Are you hurt?" She was able to call out more directly at the stranger this time, still cautious in the presence of one she didn't know.
Pari gets a trick!
Actually... let's be honest, Pari is having a pretty bad time as it is. The Ardent gods have decided to spare her from any further misery. Pari gets... nothing!
Vali gets a treat!
Even from a great distance, it is obvious to Vali that Pari is injured. A good healer will be able to assess some injuries and ailments without being too close to their patient. Vali will get +5 healing points if she inspects the stranger's ailments in (1) more post!
Pari kept her gaze down, only just able to make out the stranger on her approach up the mountain. It seemed she hadn't been spotted yet, something she found hard to believe at this distance but still she appeared to have gone unnoticed. Which was a bit of an odd comfort to the woman; she was used to being mostly ignored. Still she was desperate to not be left behind this time.
Finally it seemed she'd been noticed, the unknown woman called out. A question and Pari whined again, shaking her head. She was no one, not worthy of speaking her name allowed and yet she'd been asked a question. Swallowing hard the woman spoke for the first time in a while, her voice hoarse from lack of use. "I'm no threat." It was the truth, though she feared a bit presumptuous to assume.
The woman spoke again, another question and Pari silently wished for an end of questions. Questions like this would not get her out of this situation. "A bit." Was all she'd answer, dropping her gaze again as she recognized the pale woman's eyes on her form. Why this wolf cared if she was hurt she'd never know and to be honest she felt uncomfortable being asked such vulnerable questions about herself. She'd have given anything right now to be told what to do.
Soon enough Pari would get her wish, the pale woman finally giving her an order... of sorts. Enough so that she would at least gently roll her limbs out from under her, laying out on the stone as the woman poked and prodded at her with her nose. Still, more questions would fall from the stranger's lips and Pari flinched slightly. As the pale pink of the woman's nose would rove over her body she'd shiver and could feel her skin twitch every time she passed over a scar, too long healed to be painful but sensitive nonetheless.
"The pack I was in disappeared." She'd keep her words careful and short, not wishing to speak more than was demanded of her by the question. "I was left here." That was all she could say, to her it was the most logical response. She hadn't been taken with anyone so she'd stayed, she wasn't to move until told to. She didn't talk of her scars and her emaciation, the scars were something she'd had for as long as she could remember, sure she got new ones regularly but that was just part of her life. As for her lack of food... that was a byproduct of being left to fend for herself, a wolf who'd never learned how to hunt...