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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 1:57 pm
Yes, she was injured. Yes, she had failed in her first foray as a warrior... but she had survived, and it was only one eye that wasn't working, not her whole body. And what's more, she had been slowly going crazy, cooped up in the medical dens with the instructions not to strain herself too much. She was fed up with it, fed up with her family that seemed all too eager to dote on her or treat her like her mind was soft or like she was still a cub barely out of the family dens... Every day she battled boredom and irritation and it would soon reach a breaking point and then she didn't know what she would do. Probably say something she would regret... or pick a fight just for the release of energy it would be.
Her first experience with true fighting had taught her a valuable lesson... she was woefully unprepared for war and Morag was determined to learn to fight as well as any guard or soldier. She might have grown up as a huntress, but she wanted to be able to hold her own, to be able to stand up to her family and prove that she was worthy of the Firekin name.
White-tipped paws kneaded the sand and stone as her one good eye focused inwards on her thoughts, for a space of time forgetting where she was and why she was there.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:08 am
He'd been helping with the careful tending of those injured at the outpost attack, hiding his own wounds, and had been far less than thrilled to find Morag not in her spot. Those that had proven less injured had gone already, with strict instructions of taking it easy, one of which being Morag's... He wasn't sure if he should call her Morag's step mother or aunt, since she was both. Step-aunt? Mother-aunt? He'd figure that out later. For now...
"Morag..." He didn't explode, keeping calm as he walked up behind her. "If you're not careful, you'll get an infection... And we don't want that." Even with only one eye, any able body was still welcome in the fighting that was bound to break out very soon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:52 am
Morag scowled as she was pulled from her thoughts by the arrival of one of the healers, the white male named Singh. She felt like she could name each of them by now, having spent so much time around them in her bored, restless state.
"Some of the scabs cracked open, its not that serious, and its been covered the whole time. Its not like I went and rubbed dirt into it..." She said as she sat up straighter, squaring her shoulders as she lifted her head.
By now she knew the routine and shifted her head into his reach, allowing him access to the bandages that covered the ruin of the right half of her face. Much of it was scabbed over by now, turned ugly by the healing her body was doing, and her eye remained stubbornly closed, leaving it up to everyone to guess whether or not she would ever get sight back in that eye. Some of the scabs on the side near her mouth and nose had cracked apart, oozing blood slowly down her face, most likely from the rigorous activity of the war games and how she had been opening and closing her mouth farther than usual.
"I can't just... sit here all the time. Its bad enough that I'm stuck here in the pridelands while everyone else is in the outlands... Being confined to one area or activity is too much."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:08 pm
"You may not be rubbing dirt in them, but sweat can get into them and with it infection." He gently lifted her chin with his paw, taking a seat before removing the bandages to examine things. He let out a hum for a moment, then got to work making a new salve for the cracked scabs.
The white lion frowned as he applied the salve. He'd have to have someone go with him out to get more dried herbs and plants - He was running low on them. "I know it's a bit stir-crazy staying put, but until the wounds heal enough and we know if you'll be looking at the world with one eye or not, it's what has to be done." He finished his work, then put new bandages on. He'd need more of those, too... Maybe that lioness with the moon on her shoulder would be able to help with that one. "Maybe there's something you can do around the area, though... Why not keep an eye on the cubs, give the nannies a break? Like a... Stand-in nanny..." As far as he'd seen, it was an easy-enough job. At least on wounds, it was.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 9:59 am
The dark lioness couldn't help the grimace of distaste that appeared on her face at the mention of nannies.
"Cubs? Ugh, no... Maybe if they were mine, but I'm not going to chaise around someone else's snotty nosed child while they're out tearing up the countryside with the rest of the warriors." She worked mouth as though getting rid of a bad taste, shaking her head to rid herself of that idea.
"I want to be out learning how to fight better. I want to be out in the outlands with the rest of them. The fact that I'm not, that I'm here, should at least speak for my self control, shouldn't it? And now that you've taken care of my face, no harm no foul." Morag said as she rose and paced away from him, flopping down on her side in the relative coolness of the shade. A nap seemed like it was in order, and maybe it would get the healers off her back if she rested for a while.
After a few moments she spoke again, her voice lower than before, more thoughtful. "What would you do, Singh, if you were in my place? Truly, if you were missing an eye and there were others that needed healing. If there were too many bodies for the number of healers and maybe you could make a difference just by being there? Would you lay in the shade and just watch?" She flexed her paws as she studied them through her one good eye. "If your paws were fine, and your back, but it was just that one part of you that was hurt... would you not do what you could?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 1:20 pm
Singh chuckled, amused at her reaction to the idea of watching cubs. "So I take it you'd want some of your own some day..." He put things back in order amid his things. "What about telling stories? Or... Teaching the older cubs a few things, prepare them more..."
He turned around as she moved, watching intently and only relaxing when it was clear she was just changing spots to lay. At her question, the white lion became pensive, thoughtful. What WOULD he do? His back twitched, as if to remind him that he was technically in the same sort of position. After a moment, he smile a bit. "I think I'd be going as stir-crazy as you are... I'd want to be up and helping others..." He move closer, taking a seat near her. "Technically..." He looked around, assuring himself Ea wasn't there, nor anybody else, before moving his cape and revealing the scabbing on his back. "I AM in a similar position... But not nearly as bad."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:38 pm
Morag glanced back at him with a thoughtful frown, her paws kneading the stone below her.
"Of course I want cubs... but unlike some of the lions I know, it won't be with just any male." Somehow, the idea of having cubs with someone she didn't intend to stay with just seemed... awkward. She had her scars, her fears and frustrations... how could she share her body so intimately with someone without sharing those as well? Which meant she had to trust her partner, and how could you do that with someone you didn't know well? Then there would be all the time spent together, raising the cubs. And after they were grown... Morag just had a thing about families and the twisting paths hers had taken. She didn't want that for her own cubs. She didn't need romantic love, she was Firekin after all, but she did need someone she felt like she could trust.
The dark lioness eyed Singh as he exposed his back, a rueful expression crossing her face. "Well then... perhaps you'll forgive me a little for reaching farther than is prudent." She said, a smile twisting her mouth up against her will.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:53 pm
"Oh, nothing wrong with THAT..." He had his eye on a female, himself... Though he had some other inklings going along with the eyeballing. He'd already done a lot of discussing about it with the two different parties involved, and wouldn't bother bringing it up. He finished his organization, then replaces his cloak to where it had been. It was hot under the desert sun, but it protected not only his back from burning, but his claw marks from being seen. Singh took a seat, before fully lowering himself to the sand and relaxing. "What is reaching, but our way of coping?" He chuckled, then gave a wink. "Movement IS technically good for wounds.... So long as they're kept clean."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 11:55 am
Morag chuckled as she reached to touch her bandages lightly, glad that the pain under them was fast fading. She'd be even more glad when she could remove them entirely, but that time was drawing closer.
"I'll have to bring that up the next time a healer lectures me about too much activity." She teased him, her white-tipped tail flicking behind her. "Not that I'm planning anything, so to speak. But its a good turn of phrase for the situation. Though... I don't imagine there will be much to do with the pride out and about, not unless they start up another war game like this one... or we suddenly get attacked again."
It was sort of a sobering thought. It wasn't the first time she had thought it, but it was never a pleasant thing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 1:02 pm
The white lion chuckled, amused by Morag's words. Then his expression sobered at the mention of being attacked again, and his back twinged a little. "I dearly hope we aren't attacked like that again..." He let out a puff of air. "Perhaps there should be a request posed to the Regents or Council about a round of war games including those that are injured, to ensure that they still feel useful..." That was something he'd seen in some of the lions. They felt useless, laying around in the wards. He let out a sigh, then shook his head. "Rest for now, Morag, and think of more pleasant thoughts..." With a tail flick, he got up and went to seek out more herbs. Kiran had mentioned something about some dried up dead plants outside, hugging the rock face. "Imagine the desert in bloom after a good, heavy rain!"
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