Do you know where the wild things go?
07-19-2013, 12:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2013, 12:52 AM by Alena.)
He wasn't sure why speaking to the assassin was so easy. Tiresias rarely talked, unless the need arose or when manners called. Hearing his own voice was strange to him. Usually, he was the one listening to everyone else, although he had to admit that engaging with another wolf was helpful. She had been very thoughtful in her reply, referencing nothing that would have bothered him; however, she gave him credit that he didn't feel he deserved. Barely more than a pup, he'd done what he could for his brother out of desperation. It wasn't that he knew what he was doing at the time.
"I suppose you could say that, even though I knew little." Her smile brought a faint one of his own forth, and out of politeness, he denied his talent. Admitting it wouldn't have felt as modest to him. "Talented? Not quite yet, although I thank you for the compliment. I would be glad to help you. With a duty such as yours, it would be good to know." Herbs and healing were pretty much all he knew. Fighting and defending one's self... that was an entirely different matter. "I'm rather bad at physical confrontation. Maybe we can trade knowledge: my healing for your defense?" he asked, the shadow of a grin still distorting his muzzle.
A pack? "I'm very new to Seracia, their beta having found me wandering in the Battlefield. She is the only wolf I know so far." He felt no real attachment to the pack itself yet. It hadn't even been a week. Tiresias decided to tell her about Tyberius. If she should ever run into him, she'd need a fair warning beforehand. The cripple was a handful, a rude handful at that. "Also, as a warning, if you should run into my brother, it's probably best not to speak to him. He's a rude wolf, not at all the type you'd enjoy meeting. I took care of his sorry hide and one day, he up and left me in the dust. If he can do that to his only surviving relation, he can do pretty much anything to a stranger. Just in case you do see him."
The scarred wolf was surprised at himself. He'd spoken more in this encounter than he ever had with another wolf. Usually, if he was healing, he wouldn't say a single word. He'd just bandage the wolf and go about his merry way, leaving them confused in his wake. Of course, he couldn't leave this wolf here alone. He just wasn't sure why he'd felt the need to talk so much. It almost embarrassed him to think he might be dominating the conversation.
07-29-2013, 01:55 PM
Alena was an agreeable wolf, the type he'd easily make friends with. He was thankful for her company in this new area, where he was completely out of his element. Tiresias found himself hoping that his patch-job wouldn't scar too badly for her, although he had no real say in the matter. The herbs necessary to keep the wound from scarring weren't nearby at the time. He'd been too worried about saving her life to think about what the aftermath might look like. She didn't seem the type to be angry about it. Honestly, she might not even know the difference unless he told her.
The female rolled onto her stomach and he was pleased to see that she was beginning to feel better. She mentioned the fact that she wished he'd gone to Amenti, and by now, he'd almost started wishing it himself. Tyberius was there, and his new female friend would be there as well. In Seracia, he knew no one. But... it would never work out. Sure, Alena would enjoy his company but would Tyberius? The cripple had already run from him once and seemed determined never to see him again. Tiresias would be happy to see him but he was sure that it would end in disaster. "At least someone would enjoy my company if I were there."
Her suggestion seemed like a good idea to him. In her line of duty, she was sure to add new scars to her collection and the least he could do would be to give her the information she needed to survive on her own. "Certainly. On your wound, I used agrimony, which is used to staunch bleeding. I also used lemon balm for disinfectant. It can be used as a mild sedative, if you should ever need that." He paused, wondering what else he could tell her. It was much easier to show the wolf the plants he was talking about as he talked about them, because it was so simple to confuse them with a simple verbal description.
07-31-2013, 03:10 PM
She listened attentively, something he was unused to seeing. Tyberius hadn't given two shits about what he had to say and since the brothers had parted ways, he hadn't had anyone take interest in him. Nothing like what Alena was doing now. "If it's at all possible, the best way to clean a wound is to submerge it in water, then clean it by tongue. That's usually very difficult to do, so it's easiest to run one's tongue over the wound to clean it. Lemon balm will do the rest. Just make sure not to get it in the wound or it won't heal properly. Just around the edges will do."
It was clear to him that she really did want to learn from him. The information would do her well. When she asked how to make the herbs into a paste, he blanched. Embarrassed, he said, "The paste is made by chewing the leaves. The herbs won't hurt you, as the healer, so don't fret if you swallow some." His ears flicked backward and he turned his gaze away from her for a moment, to regain his composure.
She began speaking again and he turned his gaze back to her. Defense was probably the best option for him; he wasn't keen on harming another wolf. He could do it if needed. The most vital points of the lupine body were ready knowledge to him, and he'd know the easiest way to cripple a foe, but would he? Probably not. He nodded his understanding as she finished her explanation. "How do you go about attacking another wolf? I'm not sure that I'd be fast enough to aim for anything vital." Tiresias knew that he was a coward, plain and simple. He didn't know if he could fight because he'd never tried. He wasn't likely to find out until jaws were nearly around his neck.