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Months of 24 hour training was the only thing that kept jewel from screaming out loud when the door slammed and she looked up to see not only a familiar face but the face of the person she had longed to see most since they had been separated. It was a face that after a few days jewel had convinced herself she'd never see again. Convinced her self that she was dead, or worse, so she had mourned and she had moved on. So yes, her training had kept her from screaming, but nothing, not one godforsaken thing was going to stop her from pouncing on that healthy human female and shoving her tongue as far down her throat as it would go. After a brief but passionate make-out session Jewel pulled away and turned to the shocked and gaping man still standing by the bar.

"This is my wife, Phoebe." she said breathlessly. "Phobes this is...Uh what was your name?"



{ooc: I'll explain the dog in the next post. Promise)

Seeing the girl jump up and toung a new girl made Master W blush.
"Well, well" he muttered to himself "things might get interesting yet." Downing the rest of the bottle W replies regally "I am the imfamous master of pain and suffering, born and raised on a ranch then joined and spent two years with the marienes then jumped to the army when a promotion and liquor was offered, many fear me, hell, some admire me. My real name was lost the instant the first undead being started to steir, now I go by the name Whyjerd, Master Whjd for short, but you can call me W if you like." Master W poured himself a glass still eyeing the dog when he heard a loud bang and the painful cry of his horse, Leroy, and knowing that this ment danger W rushes out side.

Master W sees poor Leroy stumble away and the attacker advancing on him a bit of hunger in his eye. Whiping out his grandfathers .45 W desends upon the attaker and pushes the magnum in the boys face.

JAb was thinking to himself what the ******** do I have a gun to my face??and he said "I'm just hungry"

"i don't know." Jewel said honestly to phoebe.

In all the commotion, she didn't know which way she had gone or how she had got so desperately separated from her friends.

"They came from everywhere." she said desperately "and Richard told me to run, so i ran and Bastian stayed with me, but there were more of them every where i turned so i just kept running and hiding."

W came back into the tavern with a boy and his horse Leroy, which Jewel thought was a terribly common name for a horse, but whatever.

"Bring him over to the bar and tie his reigns down tight, don't give him room to buck, those back legs are gonna be a problem, but i guess i'll just have to be careful"

{ooc i need to know where the wound is on the leg, and what kind of bullet was used in order to accurately describe the "repairing of Leroy"}

JAb:
these chips are good, were did you come from?


occ: it was a .22 round

"Phoebs get over here and help me with this? W if you could just stay by his head and try to keep him calm? Phoebe, try to keep him from kicking our heads off."

Jewel opened a kit in her bag and pulled out hemostats, peroxide, and a needle. Reaching back into her bag she pulled out a plain white t-shirt and started shredding it.

"Now, pray to whoever you pray to that this bullet isn't in too deep." she said "Ready? 1...2....3"

She dumped peroxide over the wound, Leroy twitched and his ears laid down flat, as he pushed air between his teeth.

"That was the easy part boyo."phoebe told the horse

Indeed it was.

Jewel plunged the hemostats into the horses, his eyes flew open, he tried to buck up, but W and the bar kept him down so he tried to kick out but Phoebe was too close to him for him to be able to pull his one good leg in.

jewel fished the bullet out and gave him another dousing of peroxide, gave it a minuet to bubble and then used the shredded t-shirt to wipe of as much blood as she could then she plucked a strand of hair from his tail rinsed it with peroxide and threaded it into the needle, then as quickly as possible she whip stitched up and down the whole in the horse. Then wiped off the excess blood again.

"That's the best i can offer i'm afraid, unless phoebe has any Willow bark?"

She nodded and quickly pulled some out of her pouch.

"I'll need 10 minuets to boil some water then i can make him a poultice to relive the pain,and stave off infection. If you can give him a night off that leg it'd be best"

{OOC off to bed with me. Be Back the 1st.}