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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 9:37 pm
Bumble flicked his ear tufts at Crawly's behavior, he noticed he had managed to irritate the other fledgling, and felt pleased, but at the same time a little annoyed at himself. He wasn't much of a bully, or at least didn't want to think of himself as one, but he was definatly going to stand up when he was insulted! Ignoring the other's question, he turned his head to look up at Granny as she spoke, taking in the knowledge, when a loud and frightening crack caught him by surprise!
Bumble let out a frightened call as it smacked into the three of them, hitting him not full on but enough to knock him back, and he tumbled away from Granny and onto the floor. Pain swelled from the side of his body and face, the frame had given him a bruising whack. He huddled at the floor for a while, wincing at the pain, but managed to look up. There was Crawly, looking dangerously hurt, the sight stunning the little wildtype in place.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 7:04 pm
OOC: This post was accidentally deleted:
The flying wind frame slammed into Granny, hitting the side of her head painfully. Since she had her head turned with her bad eye towards the opening of the hollow she barely saw what had hit her. Actually seeing it coming would not have mattered much, but later she would blame herself for not noticing the danger.
"Oh four*!" she shouted, her third eyelid sliding forward from the pain. A reflexive shove of will sent the frame tumbling away from them and she closed her eyes all the way, riding out the pain. When it had lessened to a dull throbbing in her head and wing Granny started assessing the situation. The frame was not in any immediate danger of blowing back at them, Bumble looked more afraid than hurt, but Crawly was in bad shape. She ignored her own aches and pains and moved closer to Crawly. The scratches on his head seemed to bleed a lot, but Granny knew that head wounds could look nasty even when they weren't very deep. Still, she needed to stop the blood.
"How are you feeling Bumble?" she turned her head backwards to ask, wincing slightly from the pain the movement brought, "Can you move wings and toes?"
Back to Crawly. That wing had to hurt, but Granny was not skilled enough to see if it was broken.
"Hang in there Crawly," she said, "I'm going to try to stop the bleeding, ok?"
She carefully stepped around Crawly and willed down one of the leather bags hanging inside the hollow. It contained the very basics for taking care of fledgling mishaps and Granny shakily removed a big wad of wound moss from it. The moss was a bit damp from all the moisture in the air, but she hoped it would be able to absorb the blood still.
She used her beak to press the wad of moss against the scratches on Crawly's head, hoping he wouldn't squirm away. Granny had always preached that Sentinels had a will for a reason and that only lesser birds used their beak for every task, but right now she was too shaky to trust her own. She wasn't even sure she could hold the moss there by force if Crawly should start to struggle.
Some flight feathers on Granny's right wing were ruffled and broken too, but she was too focused on her fledglings to care. Had she bothered to examine herself she would have noticed the damaged blood feather sending droplets of blood flying whenever she turned.
OOC: *"Four", milder version of the curse word "Four toes", and as close Granny will ever get to cursing.
Golden eyes strained towards the old teacher, grumbling something about it all being Bumble's fault. He attempted to wave Granny off with his wing, however quickly discovered it was in far worse shape than he first thought. He grunted in pain, and through a series of painful movements, tucked it back.
At least it's not broken, his mind rumbled through the pain. Had he been alone, he would have most likely shrieked the entire time. However he had an image to maintain, and having that bruised would hurt more than any physical pain.
"It's not too bad," he lied, shaking his head. "Just a few scratches…and some bent feathers. I'm fine."
He squirmed slightly as the moss brushed his head. Grumbling he raised his eartuffs in defence, as he muttered the odd curse as it stroked the more deeper cuts. This was silly, he didn't need to be babied. The oldtimer should be more worried about herself, and leave him to his own business.
"Worry more about the Wildtype," he snirked. "I heard they have weaker bones."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:46 pm
Bumble carefully stretched out his wings, they hurt but they could move. He did the same with his toes, moving them and testing them. "I-I'm okay Granny." he mumbled, and inched over to where she was treating Crawly. Oh thats nice...he's wounded and STILL attacking me! Bumble thought with distaste. If that wimp weren't already hurt enough....he steadied his thoughts, fluffing out his feathers in irritation. That bug had some nerve. He thought for a moment, and thought he'd "pluck a few feathers."
"Is little Crawly okaaaay?~" He said in an almost motherly yet mocking voice. He did kind of worry about the wounds the other fledgling suffered from the blow, but he wasn't about to admit that. Bumble's bruises still hurt when he moved, and Granny didn't look so well either, he watched as she bled upon the floor. With a slight wince as he moved his wing, he shuffled over to Granny. "Can I help?" he asked, if she needed anything that he could do for her, or indirectly for Crawly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 2:30 pm
Granny was sorely tempted to tell Crawly off for cursing in her classroom, but now was not the time. With her beak full she could not easily talk anyway. She slowly released the moss from her beak and held it in place with her will.
"It's only for a short while, Crawly," she reassured the fledgling. "Only until the bleeding stops."
The fledglings bickering told her that they couldn't be too badly injured, and she let it slide. A great tiredness was spreading through her body and when Bumble asked if he could help, she gratefully accepted his offer.
"That's very nice of you dear," she said to Bumble, "would you check on Crawly and make sure the moss stays on. Hold it with your beak or will if it falls off."
She carefully released her will hold on the moss and was pleased to find that it seemed to stay on. Only now did she check herself over and find the broken blood feather. Four toes! That one needed to come out as soon as possible.
"On second thought," she said as carelessly as she could, "Would you fetch another wad of moss and come here. I will need it in a little while."
The angle was too awkward for her to use her beak to pull, and Granny prepared herself mentally. She would have to use her will but she knew her accuracy wasn't the best.
With a swift pull she managed to remove both the broken feather and its neighbour. The pain was nearly unbearable, and she could only hope that she had managed to get the entire thing out.
"Moss... Please," she groaned.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 9:35 pm
Crawly flailed painfully at the young wildtype's teasing. His mind shifted from pain to how dead the fellow fledgling would be had he not been almost immobilized. At least this seemed to bring some odd comfort to the ghost, as he stopped cursing and fluffed up into an angry ball.
"Teachers-pet," he coughed, followed by a few odd cackles. Crawly twitched as the moss stayed attached to his forehead, still annoyed by the object. "I really don't need this." He grumbled, annoyed by the babying.
Granny's situation seemed to also bring some humour to the odd creature. He chattered slightly at the whole ordeal, although he was quick to hide it, wishing not to receive a lecture.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 3:45 pm
Bumble nodded to Granny, watching as she released her hold on the moss. He wanted to help but deep inside almost feared getting that close to crawly, he would possibly try to fight back, and injure himself further. He added that last part as a second thought, but realized that may be true. Let the bug keep his pride, he needed it after that hit. He turned his head as Granny spoke again. Her wound looked painful, and he winced, but did as he was told.
Stumbling slightly, Bumble waddled over to the leather bag she had taken the moss out of. He alternated using his will clumsily to hold the bag open while he grabbed the moss with his beak, and quickly shuffled over to Granny. "'er!" Beak full, he presented it to her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 4:10 pm
"Thank you dear," Granny said gently and smiled. She took the moss with her will and pressed it firmly to her injured wing, watching it get saturated with blood at an alarming rate. She picked up another wad of moss with her beak and placed it nearby. If the bleeding didn't stop she would need to change the moss soon.
"Do you think you could help find that feather for me?" she asked in the same calm voice, "The broken one, there should be some blood on it."
She needed to check if she had managed to get it all out. If she hadn't there was very little she could do about it right now, other than to try to apply pressure and hope a medic would just happen to come by. Bleeding to death on her own classroom floor would be a sorry way to go.
"Are you in any pain Crawly?" she asked, intent on helping her students as much as she possibly could as long as she could. "There should be some willow bark in the bag too, but you need to wait until the scratches on your head stops bleeding before taking it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:39 pm
Crawly watched amused as the little wildtype bounced about, and snickered wildly as he attempted to talk to the teacher with the moss in the mouth. He also noticed Bumble use his will, and was slightly taken back by it. The ghost had assumed that he was older than the other fledgling…yet he seemed to have far greater skills with his will than him.
In fact, Crawly couldn't recall how strong his will was…had he ever used it? He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly realizing his possible disability. He shook his head slightly, and looked back up at the two. I'll worry about this later.
"I'm always in pain," the ghost replied wryly, wiggling slightly. The bark sounded nice, and although he could have probably survived without it, his mind was set on getting it now.
Crawly began to shift forward, dripping blood through the moss as he made his way to the bag.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:08 pm
Bumble shifted his feet anxiously, he was just a fledgling, with no medic skills or anything of the sort. Thats what Granny needed right now. But he'd do his best. He carefully looked at her wing, able to see it from angles that she couldn't, trying to check for the feather.
He looked at the blood soaked spot. but wasn't sure. It looked like something might still be there, but it could just be the blood, or a trick of the light flashing from outside. Bumble tilted his head, trying to focus on the spot. There was a lot of blood, but it didn't look as if there were any feather left, at least, he hoped not. "I..don't see any." he said, a bit of uncertainty in his voice. If he did miss something...
Bumble glanced over at Crawly, he didn't look too well but at least he seemed able to go help himself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:40 am
"Fine," Granny said curtly as Crawly inched closer to the bag, "If you'd like to bleed to death, be my guest and eat that bark."
Granny changed her own moss to a fresh wad, and started to look around on the floor of the hollow.
"Oh, no no no," she said to Bumble, "It's difficult to see on the wing, but if we can find the broken feather I pulled out we should be able to find out if there's something left in my wing."
She scanned the floor, picking up and discarding feathers she found. Many of them were bloody since both she and Crawly had dripped blood on the floor, but she was looking for a Deep Woods feather that was broken and bloody.
"Have you seen a broken blood feather before, kids?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 8:17 pm
I'll be fine you old Mus, the ghost grumbled to himself. He couldn't stand it when others worried about him…it wasn't like he cared about them. The enclosed space, Sentinels he was with, and current injuries seemed to be taking adding up on the fledgling. Although some may argue it was impossible, it seemed he had fallen into an even fowler mood.
"I'll show you a bloody feather," Crawly mumbled as he wobbled forth to the case. It seemed that the moss had stuck nearly permanently to the fledgling's head, and in an odd twist of luck, the blood seemed to be dwindling, despite the creature's rather vicious movements. Not to say there wasn't blood; there was a red trial line behind him that would argue such statement.
The ghost moaned as the bag wiggled slightly at his sad attempt at will. The last thing he wanted was to open it manually.
"Graaaaaaaanny," he wined, demanding attention. "Your dumb bag is stuck."
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:57 pm
Ol' bully Crawly, unable to open up the bag by will? It was difficult, but Bumble thought he'd be able to. With a small shrug he started scouting out the ground for the bloodfeather. Blood was seeping into his feet feathers, picked up from the ground. He picked up various feathers, tossing ones that didn't match the description.
Bumble picked up a broken feather in his beak, presenting it to Granny, a questioning glance in his eyes. Didn't trust himself to talk with beak full of bloody feather!
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:55 am
"Don't strain yourself Crawly," Granny said, reaching out with her own will and tugging the bag even more firmly shut, "you will only give yourself a headache if you try too hard to use your will. I will help you in a moment"
It was a relief that he fussed so much. A quiet injured fledgling was something to worry more about than a loud one. If they had the energy to scream and fuss they weren't too badly hurt.
Bumble seemed to have found a feather, and Granny took it from him and held it in front of her with her will. It was broken and bloody, but she could see her own pink feather dye on the tip. A wave of relief washed over her as she realised she had managed to yank it all out. Quill and all.
"Look at the end of this feather," she said to Bumble, and indirectly to Crawly if he wished to listen, "It's rounded like a bulb, and that means I managed to get all of the feather out. Do you know why that's important?"
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