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09-07-2019, 01:12 PM
Chrysanthos made his way slowly to the dancefloor. It was one of the few places in the west where he could possibly find herbs but that window was closing by the day. The west was warm and arid most of the time but with winter closing in and the sun light blurred by the clouds of ash and smoke it was colder than usual. Any more he'd have to rely on gathering bark and roots if he wanted anything fresh. The stress and despair wrought by the volcano's eruption made a vacancy noticeable in his herb stores. He'd gathered a little valerian root but he didn't think he'd need a lot of it however after the disaster many wolves, himself included, were having trouble sleeping. He wake up in a cold sweat, swearing he could feel the earth shaking again, certain his den was about to collapse. Some nights he was tempted to sleep outside but the chill winter night's made that risky.
Chrys flinched and looked back at hind left leg. There was a good gash just below the knee that he hadn't tended to yet. He knew he should but he was so focused on what he was doing he hadn't bothered. While exploring the lands close to the veteran's plateau a sudden tremor had caught him off guard. He'd slipped and cut his leg on a piece of metal. At first the wound didn't seem so bad. It hadn't even hurt but as he'd walked on it on his way back to the west it had opened and was now red and angry and when he moved some times the little clots of blood would break loose. He told himself he'd tend to it but he hadn't, perhaps out of embarrassment and shame. It was a stupid injury and here he was trying to keep the stores as full as possible. Winter was just starting and he hated to waste the herbs because of his own dumb mistake. It was silly but what could he do. So he kept on his way, promising to take care of the injury after he found some more valerian and he was certain he was close. He could smell the plant nearby and soon he saw something that looked promising. Most of the plants were missing their leaves making them even harder to identify.
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09-07-2019, 03:58 PM
she had momentarily been separated from Jupiter. Unable to find her master, Niamh wandered where the dancefloor was. The last spot she had seen him… at the Valhalla festival. Once the ground began to shake and the lava burst through the distant volcano, everyone was in a panic. She got shoved around more times than she could count, but she stubbornly refused to leave. The blue body of the Legion wolf was nowhere to be found, no matter how much she looked. Fearing the worst unrealistically, the young woman continued to pace. She bit back a shuddering sigh, wondering what she’d do now that she had no where else to go. Could she find Fracture? Could she find anyone belonging to Winterfell?
She didn’t know where Winterfell was exactly. Only that it was north, and very far away. Her thoughts turned to the Hjarrandi who had kept her as an item to be bid; would they be in the same place? She wasn’t a very good navigator; she got lost a lot. But it was her only chance. Find someone from Legion, or Winterfell, and latch onto them until she found someone she knew. Her coughing was getting worse though. She had inhaled a lot of soot and ash from her travels with Legion away from danger. They had been in a very bad location, and they had the sense to leave quickly. But in the process, she had gotten lost. Now, as she looked desperately for a sign of life, she began to quietly hack.
But all wasn’t lost. She spotted the mundane form of a wolf ahead of her. Quickening her pace, Niamh went toward them. She could smell the injury before she saw it, thanks to Alarr’s training. Concern laced her otherwise dull face and as she drew nearer, she could plainly see the way the other wolf was walking. Painfully. The albino stopped in front of the man, trying not to block his path but her sympathy was still very high. She was sensitive to the suffering of others. She could not see his face, but she only guessed he was having difficulty with his leg. And because she could not see his facial features, Niamh didn’t know he was looking for herbs. She coughed, this time a stuttering and loud one, and she flushed out of embarrassment.
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She didn’t know where Winterfell was exactly. Only that it was north, and very far away. Her thoughts turned to the Hjarrandi who had kept her as an item to be bid; would they be in the same place? She wasn’t a very good navigator; she got lost a lot. But it was her only chance. Find someone from Legion, or Winterfell, and latch onto them until she found someone she knew. Her coughing was getting worse though. She had inhaled a lot of soot and ash from her travels with Legion away from danger. They had been in a very bad location, and they had the sense to leave quickly. But in the process, she had gotten lost. Now, as she looked desperately for a sign of life, she began to quietly hack.
But all wasn’t lost. She spotted the mundane form of a wolf ahead of her. Quickening her pace, Niamh went toward them. She could smell the injury before she saw it, thanks to Alarr’s training. Concern laced her otherwise dull face and as she drew nearer, she could plainly see the way the other wolf was walking. Painfully. The albino stopped in front of the man, trying not to block his path but her sympathy was still very high. She was sensitive to the suffering of others. She could not see his face, but she only guessed he was having difficulty with his leg. And because she could not see his facial features, Niamh didn’t know he was looking for herbs. She coughed, this time a stuttering and loud one, and she flushed out of embarrassment.
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niamh is selectively mute and does not talk; not even to give her name. as such people are free to make up names for her or assume one
she also has face blindness and will not recognize your character unless she is constantly exposed to them.
she also has face blindness and will not recognize your character unless she is constantly exposed to them.
09-07-2019, 04:11 PM
Chrysanthos continued his search for valerian root and finally he found it, or at least what he thought was it. It was difficult to tell for sure now that winter had turned everything brown and frail but he would know almost as soon as he dug the plant up whether or not it was what he was looking for. He started heading toward the plant when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A young albino woman was trotting along near to him and suddenly she coughed. It was a wet, loud cough and it wasn't surprising to him. She must've escaped like so many others from the volcano and inhaled some of the ash. Chrys himself had just gotten over a cough that had shaken his lungs for nearly a week. Not to mention his nose had been running frequently since the eruption. He'd only just started to feel like he was some what back to normal.
The cough caught the attention of Bolla who peeked out of the top flap of the pack. Chrysanthos came to a stop and quickly set his pack down so that the lemur could climb out. "Hello there, my name is Chrysanthos Beaufort of Olympia. I'm a healer, might I give you something for your cough?" He had some comfrey in his pack that could help her. Since the volcanic eruption and the changing of the seasons he kept a few herbs for coughs on his person at all times.
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