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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 1:53 pm
 (I know his name on the cert says Enzi, but it's being changed when the pride goes official. xD)
Growling low as he stretched, Skratta shook his mane out and began walking to his usual spot of Watching. There was a rock overlooking most everything in the pride and, then Skratta wasn't tending to the injured or helping with the cubs, he was often found up there, simply watching. Most would assume that Skratta watched to learn, but that wasn't the truth at all: he watched because he could, because no one save the Warlord himself could tell Skratta to get lost. This was his rock, for all intents and purposes, and he'd be damned if he could give it up.
Yawning to himself, Skratta crawled up onto his rock and laid down, looking around curiously. It was still quiet; too quiet, really. He shouldn't have expected it to last long. So when his eyes caught the movement that, he assumed, must have belonged to another lion in the pride, Skratta wasn't too upset that he had to get up. Instead, he simply pushed himself up and waited to be acknowledged, a white ball of fur atop a slab of rock.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:08 pm
An even paler lion was already moving about this morning. Emeka lumbered at a very slow pace toward the area he’d spent his first day in – the healing area. There was an uncomfortable limp in his stride, one brought about his morning stretches. His drive to recover quickly from his entry battle had let him vigorously pulling his scabbed over shoulder open. His eagle friend, Abdul, swooped low over him and gave an abrasive cry. “It’s bleeding and giving pus. It does need too be looked at.”
Emeka gave sullen growl as Abdul pumped his way up to a rocky perch. “I’m going to go lie down. If a healer feels like repacking the wound with those herbs, then they may.” Not seeing the pale blue lion on his high perch, he lived up to his word and settled in a likely enough spot. His actual plan was only to wait until Abdul grew bored and went off on a morning hunt for hare or mice, and then vacate the area. He turned his head and attempted to lick at his shoulder, but the bulk of his mane made the maneuver difficult.
Abdul, however, was not bored, but eyeing the blue lion atop a further rock expectantly. “If you’ve the skill for it, would you come see to this fool?” he cried aloud, shaking his wings out to further signal the blue male.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:36 am
Skratta watched the lion lumber towards the healing area, ears perked in curiosity out of his thick mane. His dark eyes caught the bird as it flew, and momentarily shifted as though to rise, in case it was a vulture he'd need to scare off of the lion. A further look negated this, so Skratta settled back onto his perch and watched the lion and the eagle as the bird flitted around the injured male. He wondered if he was a new member, then, or a Reaver he hadn't met before. The latter seemed unlikely but not impossible; unless they were injured, the Freeborn healer rarely dealt directly with Reavers. They were always sneering at him for something or other, it felt like.
The shriek of the eagle didn't escape his ears, and Skratta nodded slowly, pushing himself up onto his paws. So he was injured, then. "Of course." He rumbled, hopping down from his rock and padding towards the injured lion. "Where does it hurt?" He asked, eyes immediately seeking out the gash on his shoulder. It was a stupid question, but one Skratta learned to ask early on. It was better to get a snapped reply than a cuff on the head for pushing too hard on a painful wound.
"I am Skratta." He said belatedly, already moving closer so he could look at the wound up close. "Hmmmm. This should have been looked at sooner."
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:23 am
Emeka glanced up, startled by the eagle’s demand, and spotted the blue and white lion approaching from a higher rock. His ears flattened at the notion he really was going to be poked and prodded, but he at least put on some degree of civility by the time the other male approached. “Shoulder,” he said gruffly, warily leaning his head aside to expose the wound better. “It’s pretty tender, but do what you like with it.” He’d expected a female healer like the ones he’d seen before, but the male wasn’t prancing at least. That would have been even more uncomfortable. “It was looked at earlier. Some healers stuffed some plants in the cuts….. They fell out.” The last was added a bit late. Once he’d gotten out of sight, he’d pulled the medicine out quite promptly. In his opinion, it wouldn’t have mattered a wit if he hadn’t been a bit too enthused this morning and ripped the scabbing open again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:13 pm
Skratta nodded dimly as the lion spoke of his wound, snorting lightly when he told them the leaves 'fell out'. "A likely story." He muttered more to himself than to the lion. He offered him a small smirk. "You are not the first lion whose leaves have... fallen out." He said simply, straightening up. "But it isn't going to heal if you don't give care to their placement." He started walking away from him, and paused a few feet away, turning and fixing the lion with a firm look. "Don't move. If you want that shoulder to be of any use to you in the future, you'll do well to listen to me." He offered him a short smirk, and walked away quickly, seeking out the leaves he knew would be needed to clear up the puss and help it mend quicker. From a distance he could be seen plucking and pulling leaves from their place.
He trotted back to Emeka, sitting in front of him. He eyed him closely. "Should I bother, or are you just going to let them fall where they may?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow. Though he may have come off as rude, even out of place, Skratta had reason for it: Wasting leaves on a Reaver who didn't want to be helped was taking from those who would need it in the future. He was not so dumb as to think the leaves were limitless, and preserving what he could was something Skratta took great pride in.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:40 am
Emeka lifted his head haughtily, his expression cool and distant (and only a trifle chastised) as the healer prodded about and went to fetch more leaves. He was on his haunches when the healer returned, and the other male’s tall sitting put his head well over Emeka’s. The warrior looked up at him with a put-upon frown. He considered defending himself against the accusation, but the healer wasn’t meek enough to let that slide it seemed. “Have it your way. I’ll stay laid up until this heals properly.” He glanced away then, showing he was quite done being harassed about the subject. “How long have you been a healer?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 2:18 pm
Skratta dismissed the haughty expression of the Reaver from his mind, refusing to be troubled by the nature of the Reaver. He was not the first to be abrasive towards the Freeborn healer; if anything it was something Skratta accepted and expected. Especially in the case of newcomers who felt they had something to prove. They, most often, enjoyed the touch of a female but felt it too weak to accept help so soon after victory, however it came. He nodded shortly when Emeka agreed to stay and heal, and smirked a little at his question.
"Long as I've been a lion, I suppose." He said as he began to place the leaves tenderly across the lion's injured shoulder, taking great care to place them in such a way that it would heal more thoroughly and clear out the oncoming infection. "My brothers and sisters all strived to be Reavers; they needed someone to patch them up." He lifted his head to look at Emeka, smirking a little. "I never was much of a fighter." He lowered his gaze again to focus on the injury, but that didn't stop him from talking.
"You're new to the pride, aren't you?" He asked idly, mostly making conversation to make the time pass faster as he worked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 4:06 pm
He hadn’t expected a gentle touch from the male. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see what was being done at his shoulder, but the job was getting done it seemed. “You seem pretty fair at it, not that I’m any expert about such things. At least you’re not fumble-clawed about it like some I’ve met.”
Trusting him to his job, Emeka then glanced away rather than putting a crick in his neck. “Very new. You’re treating the wounds I got earning my way in. This pride is more forthright than I’m accustomed to.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 2:34 pm
He blinked, and laughed a little. "I haven't much choice." He said in good humor. "My gentile touch doesn't lend me well to clawing my way through armies." He winked at him, amused, before returning to the task at hand. "I've met a few healers who...well. Let's just say they're not as adept as they should be, given the nature of some of our injured Reavers." He snorted a little. There was no real method of separating the healers into ranks, after all theirs was not a pride that focused on healing. But it'd be nice to have someone to tell the idiots who had no idea what they were doing exactly how to be better.
"Oh?" He perked up. "You should wear this scar proudly, then!" He smirked. "I'm certain the Reavers will be impressed with your skill. Congratulations, Emeka." He smiled a little, amused. "You'll get used to our, ah... Abundance in fighting prowess." He smirked a little, leaning back once the leaves had been placed in a way as to stay to the wound. "I haven't met a new member in quite some time, I have to say."
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 7:46 am
Emeka nodded in droll agreement. “I was born to a band of gypsies. Singers, storytellers, crafters, actors, dancers. Except for some minor hunting injuries, the hurts I got practicing fighting were all our healer had to practice on, and she was fairly wretched at it.” He snorted. “Fighting teaches one to manage pain, but it’s harder to tolerate when it stems from carelessness rather than challenge.”
He looked somewhat smug at the congratulations, but that pride dimmed after a moment. “My fight with the Reaver I met on the border – Taraxa, his name was – was a draw.” He paused to glance down at his shoulder, and then pushed himself to sit up on his rear haunches. He didn’t feel the leaves shift and nodded in satisfaction. “A job well done,” he complimented.
“Anyway, I’m looking forward to bettering my skill here. I’ve been told to work on my story-telling though. Ironic, considering my heritage.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:51 pm
"Gypsies?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow as Emeka spoke. He wouldn't have expected the fighter to come from a travelling drove of entertainers, but life was full of little surprises. He smirked a little, nodding. "I agree." He said idly, sitting back from the leaves after adjusting them just a touch with a gentle paw. "Though you've naught to fear here when it comes to healers; we pride ourselves on keeping our Reavers as far from death as we are capable." He smirked at him, sitting back idly.
"You live, yeah? You breathe. You can fight another day." He grinned. "That'd be a win in my book, Emeka. Don't feel bad for a draw." He watched the lion push himself up, nodding more to himself than the praise, though he did utter a small 'thank you' in reply. "It should heal relatively quickly if given the opportunity." He said, smiling a little at the lion.
"Oh?" He grinned, amused, and nodded. "Did Taraxa tell you that?" He smirked. "Because if so, I'd defer to his judgment. All of us enjoy a good story, especially when our Reavers come back from the raids." He enjoyed quite a tale while healing some of the more downtrodden of them, and liked to hear what the reavers both old and young had seen on their travels.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:13 pm
Emeka nodded in affirmation. Gypsies indeed. He could have spoken about them in great length, but better to save it for that story telling this pride seemed to be fond of.
“Well, it’ll have opportunity enough,” he answered, giving a glance to a rock some distance away that Abdul the eagle had come to roost on. The red-eyed bird had been watching them speculatively and tilted his head at being watched, as if he were curious as to what they were talking about. Emeka shook his head a bit and gave Skratta a knowing look. “My feathered friend is fond of giving orders, and he’ll be after me for every wrong step I take.” He glanced sideways at the bird, which was fluffing indignantly despite their distance being too great to be heard from. “And as a word of warning, he can read lips, despite not having any of his own.”
Satisfied with having irked Abdul in return for this morning’s harassment, he smirked in amusement. “Actually, it was the Warlord that spoke with me. I expect to take any of his advice in the closest detail. And while storytelling wasn’t my gift – in truth I was trained as a dancer in my first pride – I’ve heard enough I suppose I’ll pick up the knack for it.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:33 am
Skratta followed the lion's eyes to the eagle who had gained his attention in the first place, smirking a little. "I'd gathered that," he said with amusement in his tone, "But it's not all bad having someone watching you from the skies." It would've been quite useful on raids, he presumed, to have eyes higher than any other lion could see. He grinned wider at the bird's indignant huffing, laughing a little. "A bird of many talents." He nodded, smirking. "I can't tell if you're lucky for his company or cursed."
Skratta immediately perked at the mention of Aesir, their Warlord. "Oh?" He grinned a little, nodding. "You'd do best to take his advice to heart, then. Aesir is a smart lion, worthy of the title." However he had gained it was little concern to Skratta; he was Warlord now, and with no opposition. The Gods would not have allowed him to take the title so quickly if he had not been deigned to have it in the first place.
"Everyone can tell a story with enough practice." He said with a smile. "Even the cubs can pick it up." He snorted a little. Cubs often told tall tales in excitement for what they'd done, or in fear of what they'd done. He'd heard both kinds of tales in his time treating wounds.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:06 am
”Depends on the day,” Emeka answered good naturedly, giving one last smirk at his feathered friend. “We’re handy to one another though. And he’s an excellent hunting partner besides being a scout. He can swoop down into a beast’s face and it’ll rear or stumble every time. Can harry a lion to distraction too if I find myself outnumbered.” He didn’t look, but he had the notion that Abdul was watching and more appreciated the compliments now than the teasing.
“Ah, Aesir. I never caught his name. He seems a clever sort.” Or at least Emeka had been struck that way. He didn’t count himself as a particularly clever lion, but he’d gotten the impression that he’d do better not antagonizing the Warlord. So long as the big male was as easy to follow as to listen to, he didn’t mind the aspect of following him either.
“Sounds like you’ve heard a few tall ones,” he said with a soft chuckle.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:46 am
Skratta nodded as he spoke of his bird's achievements, smiling a little. "A little Reaver on his own, hm? He could be useful to your party." He said, glancing over. "Still, I don't think I'd get on well with a little friend following me along in the long run." He wasn't necessarily against familiars by any means, but associated them more with cubs than adult creatures. And he didn't want a cub following him around either, come to think! Always in the way at the most inconvenient of times.
He nodded as Emeka spoke of the Warlord in agreement. "He is." He said simply, smiling a little. Aesir was clever, and with that wife of his, he doubted Aesir couldn't accomplish great things. The Priestess was clever in her own, together they were a perfect pair. What bad could come from them, he wondered? Nonetheless, Skratta was of a like mind with Emeka. The lion was easy to follow, and Skratta was fine to follow the Warlord to the seas if that's where it led him.
"I work my magic on Reavers and cubs alike," he explained with a wry sort of smile. "I've heard talls so tall they rival the clouds."
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