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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:06 am
She looks to the stag, what a stubborn creature, no? Take the roots from me, and feed the rest to him. Pop the berry and spread the juice on its leaf, then put the smaller ones in the mix. Nibble on the roots tilltheir small peaces, and put them deep in too. Do so, and I'll guide you once more.
Blinking, she chews on the small plant, taking the roots off, befor throwing the rest to te stag. "Eat it Like you 'ave anything better to do. " Well, Gyani had better things to do, but like she wanted to do them either. Besides, the words were less confusing if you let them talk.
With a tooth, she makes a hole in the berry from the first plant, and skeezes it on the leaf she'd taken from the same, a rather chunky juice spreading out on it. She shrugs, sprinkling the three leaves che'd gotten, before starting to gnaw onthe rood, pulling off small pieces and spitting them into the mix.
Odd situation, no?
It was even odder that she was listening, but something just told her to listen and obey, and it wasen't that voice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:11 am
His velvet nose came to rest against the herb that had been thrown in his direction, ears turning to focus upon it. He sniffed it for a moment, wondering just what it was. It was different from the grass and the clover and the other such things he grazed upon in the meadow...and yet it smelled rather appetising.
He opened his mouth and began to chew thoughtfully, wincing at the strange taste invading his taste buds.
As he chewed he turned to watch the wolf's antics, studying her with a strange curiosity. So feeding him was going to help? He didn't see how.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:19 am
This was an odd scene indeed, but soon there was no root left. She was about to tell the stag to eat this too supposing that was what it wanted, but then the voice was back. Ugh, not more! Put it on the wound, it will sting, it might itch, but don't let him take it off.
"Uhm.. I need to put this on the. Wound. " She mutters, looking at him, its obvious sheherself is confused, but she also didn't expect him to mind, he'd even asked her to kill him, no?
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:23 am
Nodding his head slowly the deer moved to lay down more comfortably upon the ground, extending his hing leg at a more comfortable angle. The wound burned, perhaps with infection or maybe just agony but he no longer cared.
It was either trust the wolf and die.
Or die.
Atleast if he trusted her then he might have a chance. He shrugged his powerful shoulders and chose not to resist, watching her as he chewed on the remains of the plant. Perhaps wolves weren't brainless monsters after all...
Do what you feel you must. He replied dully.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:37 am
She nods, and drags the leaf over, afraid that if she just picked it up all the things would spill. "It might sting. " She mutters, looking for the real cut. Blood spreaded, making it harder to find the cut, but there was always a place were the color was darker. Finding it, she pulls the leaf and puts the side with the mix on to wound. Of course, she is just as confused as the stag, and has no idea what she's just done.
Its rather odd, and no one can know for sure whats happening under the leafs cover. But something was very different in there. Herbs culd heal, but not like this. The wound seemed to close, very slowly, but it as getting smaller, and less blood would be drawn. While the herbs did their job on keeping any infection away. If the wound had been bigger, this probably woulden't have happened, the host of such power wasen't. But then again, the host didn't even know it had any power at all.
The plant that the stag had eaten was also doing a small job, distracting. Maybe like that, it'd minimize the stings the herbs did when doing their job.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 8:45 am
He flinches, eyes closing as he tries to ignore the stinging sensation. His molars clip together and lock, the muscles in his jaw tensing. His hind leg kicks out in reflex but doesn't strike the wolf standing close by.
You wish to cause me more pain? He questions, flicking his ears back. A moment later however and the pain began to recede, giving him some relief. He wasn't sure what the wolf had done but it appeared to be working.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:11 am
"I dont know.. " She admits, eyeing the leaf. "There was soemthing telling me to do this. " Its not that hard to call her a freak now, its pretty much true. Oh, I saved your life because some voice told me to! That sounds so stupid. "Are you feeling any better, at all? " she asks testingly, as if to see if this would help the deer, or make its situation worse.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:18 am
He snorted, nostrils flaring as he craned his head around to peer at the now covered wound. It did indeed appear to be working and he couldn't help but release some of his surprise as a thoughtful grunt. The wound no longer burns as fiercly. He turns to gaze at the blue coated wolf and gives her a suspicious look. Never have I met a wolf such as yourself. The person who told you of this must be wise, and you wiser to listen to it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:31 am
The wolf sits down, eyeing the leaf. "I'm not sure you could call me wise, nor the one who told me, I heard it in my head. So crazy suits me more. "
That does seem more fitting than any other thing in her mind, a wolf that can hear voices, then do what they say and help something heal? Perhaps it was a good crazy, but still crazy. The funny thing is, now, the buzzing stopped, all was normal. Her theory was right! Thank goodness. But perhaps it had stopped, because there was nothing more for it to say.
For now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:46 am
Hart let himself relax, his muscles unwinding as he lay upon the ground. The wound had stopped burning so that it was ignorable and his liquid black eyes focused upon the wolf. She said she was crazy and perhaps she was right, for what wolf would turn down a free meal?
As hard as it is to admit, I must say I am in your debt. His voice was less expressive than a wolf's, more calm and slow like a falling leaf in autumn. It was soft like the whisper of the wind as it twined amongst the branches and so delicate one might miss it.
You interest me wolf, enough for me to be curious...what is your name? He paused, ears turning towards her. Amongst my kin I am known as Hart.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 8:16 am
A deer offering its name? That was new. But probably not as new as a wolf healing a deer. "My name is Gyani, but I'm not sure what you could use it for. " Why would a stag want a wolfs name anyways? To tell its friend there's a crazy blue wolf called Gyani? Psh, not like she kept repeating it over and over to know what wolf has that name.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 8:22 am
The corners of the stag's mouth tilted upwards in a small smile, his eyes now carefree as he gazed at the wolf. She might be strange but she was his rescuer.
I'd like to know the name of the one who saved my life is all. He replied, bowing his heavily antlered head, as long as you do not turn fangs upon me I will consider you a friend. My antlers and hooves will aid you rather than cause you hurt.
Yes this wolf had probably hunted and eaten his kind, but she had saved him and he was a noble beast who knew that it had to be repaid somehow. He would not turn against her, but rather walk alongside her if she'd have him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:18 am
Even though rather charming, this situation was also rather funny. "I don't eat what I've had a conversation with, so you don't need to worry about that. "
Well, a good conversation at least. Maybe if this stag had been more.. annoying, and she haden't been in a rather crazy state, she'd already have killed and tried eating him. There was no sense in trying to eat what you've had a rather.. Nice? Conversation with. Nor would she want to kill a deer he might know right in his face. Probably, she woulden't even hunt deer infront of him, not only would that be rude, but probably nerve killing.
"Make sure you can be seen in your pack, if I ever come upon it, I shall know who I won't hunt, friend. "
If he considered her a friend, she woulden't think lower and just call him deer or stag. He was her friend, so she'd be his. With a yawn, she spreads out across the ground, streching bones. She might as well try going on with this voice, she'd saved a life because of it. Maybe she could help others? Even if this time, the case had been mere luck.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:42 am
Ria had been trotting along for a good few minutes now, attempting to keep low incase she'd end up stumbling upon someone, or something, though she figured she wouldn't. Atleast she hoped so. She hoped the first one she'd come across would by Gyani. She just wanted to make sure she was alright, then she'd go back to the den and wait for Kage to return.
The air was bitterly cold, and the ground was hard and frozen. From the warmth of the day before, only a fraction of the snow had been affected, and it was still fully covering the ground in a cold white blanket in most areas. There were even patches of ice here and there. But this wasn't a problem for Ria, she found it quite enjoyable compared to the hot air of summer, when insects and wolves could be found anywhere and everywhere.
The purple wolf continued along, her ears perked up, ready to hear any sound, and her eyes open, ready to see anything that was around. Her nose, though, was close to the ground, sniffing about as she went, searching for a familiar scent.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:57 am
The stag mirrored amusement in his long face and twitched both ears forwards. That is good to know Gyani. He spoke, using her name for the first time and finding it strange on his tongue. He had never expected to have a conversation with the enemy, never. But here he was, lying under the trees on the frosty ground thanking a wolf for saving him. How strange life could be!
He nodded gratefully and lay his head down, great eyes closing as he tried to rest. Thankyou again friend. The pain really is fading fast. He yawned, feeling the heavy fatigue weigh upon him and nudge him into a well needed rest.
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