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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 1:27 pm
"Don't say stuff like that!" She begged, working her wayup her leg, dabbing with careful and attentive dabs, not to dab too hard or too soft. "Please Muris..." She begged, growing slightly teary again.
"I just... Can't take this.." She muttered.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 1:28 pm
The mouse sniffled,
"I can't, either...I don't...with him dead...and...everything..."
She wiped at her eyes again, trying not to cry again, but gasped a bit at the rest of the cleaning of her cuts. Now it was starting to hurt.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 1:37 pm
"It must have been hard to see him die... I never want that to happen.. I'm... I'm so sorry.." She sighed simply, starting up on the other leg, putting more medicine on it.
"This might sting more, legs worse..." She dabbed the wounds carefully.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 1:41 pm
She shuddered,
"I really don't like cats," she muttered.
She shook her head, though, moving her dirty hair out of her eyes,
"I didn't see him die. They said...said they tortured him, though. And he died...my Alcie..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 12:54 pm
She sighed, and dabbed her knee, stopping idly in thought. "Probably best not to see that..." She whispered, shuddering lightly. "I'm extremely sorry I can't offer more but my words and hugs. But I have never loved or been loved.." She tried to smile.
"Whats it like?" Maybe this question would spark off the fond memories Muris had of him, remembering old good times.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 6:21 am
The mouse shrugged hopelessly,
"It is difficult to describe. My situation is not particularly normal, either," she sighed softly, a faraway looking passing over her face,
"We did not pursue a relationship properly...because of my status. I was not sure...but if I had known..that this was going to happen...I would have...I don't know. I would have done something more."
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 1:58 pm
"I understand.." The Fey sighed, tending to her wounds with 100% care. "I understand.." She repeated again, sort of spacing out, her words slurring through her mind, repeating themselves, over, and over. "I just can't bring my head around this concept of death... I hope those Moon court Fey rot in hell for what they had done."
She sniffed quickly, rubbing at her nose.
"Gah sorry." She rinsed the towel, before then wetting it again, and tending to her arm wounds.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 5:53 am
Muris nodded absently, her mind drifting from the current conversation, or even the current situation. The horses...she would have to look in on them as soon as Ursa was finished. She thought that perhaps it would have been nice if she found some of the others and let them know she was all right...or at least that Alcie was dead...but she didn't really feel all right, and she didn't want to talk to anyone anyhow. She wanted to go to the stables and take care of the horses and fall asleep next to Alucina. That sounded nice.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 5:56 am
Ursa murmered something in the faintest of tones, pushing an index finger underneath her chin, and taking the cloth to her face, bathing it in a mixture of anti-disinfectant and water. "This might sting a bit." The eyed the woman, nervously. Carefully taking her time to wipe as sucessfully as possible - without hurting the mouse Fey.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 6:01 am
Muris didn't even seem to notice the disinfectant. It did sting, but for some reason that still did not register with her. She'd achieved almost the same absence of self as she had in the dungeons, something that she would have to heal herself of overtime. She blinked, suddenly,
"I need to go feed the horses..they haven't..I haven't been here for a while."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 6:09 am
"Horses?" Ursa shuddered at the thought of them. "I'm sure they are fine. Someone would have looked after them in your absence? Right?" The bear Fey tried to reassure her - being quite careful with what to say. She didn't want to make the situasion for Muris any worse. It was worse enough.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 6:12 am
The mouse shook her head, her eyes still with that faraway look in them,
"No...their owners, perhaps, but many of the horses have no owner...I do not know if anyone would think to feed the others."
Besides, it would give her something to do. Some way to keep her mind off of things..
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 6:17 am
"Ah I see, you best to go after them then.." Ursa stood, and shuffled over to her drawer, pulling out a bottle of herbs. She tapped it lightly and pushed it over. "Tablespoon of these herbs in everything you drink please. This should give you masses of relief and blank out any depression that may come." The Fey wandered back to the drawer and pulled out another bottle, this time containing pills.
"And these." She paused.
"Help clear up your wounds.. One a day." She handed them over.
"But you have to come back for a checkup, or if anything goes wrong with them." Ursa spoke seriously, nodding to confirm. "Now. Please keep safe Miss Muris." The woman held out her arms, offering another hug.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 4:20 pm
Muris nodded, though she still felt rather...absent. She would remember this stuff later-- it was sinking easily into her subconscious-- but for now, it seemed like Ursa's words were nonsense.
As she left the other girl's room, her only thoughts were to put this stuff up and to get back to her horses.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2005 4:32 am
Ursa sighed briefly, slumping down onto her bed. The haunting news which Muris had just delivered echoed through her head, over and over. She couldn't come to terms with this happening. The creak of the door shut motivated her once more, she stood.
Soon after returning to her desk, and drowning her sorrows into a book.
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