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 Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:24 am
"I'm not, I just have to believe it." With a mother like his and a father who barely showed up, who paid more attention to his adoptive son than him, all Cassius had was hope.
He nodded and heaved the board up, noticing a creeking that hadn't been there before. Careful of it, he started dragging the cervitaur back the way the cattaur came.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:38 am
The elderly woman merely stared at him, sympathy in her eyes. She kept quiet, leading the way by firelight in silence. She made sure the path they walked on was flat and had no obstacles.
Soon, a small cottage at the edge of town came into view, she turned to Cassius still walking, "If you could just drag him into the house, I'll be able to take care of things from there."
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:21 pm
With a meek nod, he did as she said and drug the cervitaur into her house. When he was a good ways in, Cassius gently lowered Oni down onto the floor. "I'm sorry, but I cannot stay." Already he could feel the eyes of the villagers on the back of his neck. Nervously, his eyes flitted from side to side.
"If you have need of anything, leave a note back in the trees. I'll come through and help as much as I can." He passed on more look down at Oni and sighed before passing her and leaving into the night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 5:16 pm
"Thank you..." the elderly cattaur nodded, lighting the fireplace, a small grateful smile on her face. She toddled after him watching Cassius slither back into the trees. "Pity I didn't ask his name..." she said to herself before closing the door gently, and turning to her current task at hand. She gave a small sigh looking at the body before her, crouching down to unwrap the makeshift bandage. The cattauress looked at his shoulder, shocked to know that someone who received this kind of wound would still be alive.
She put her hand over his wound, as soft green light surrounded her hand and his wound, the flaps that were clinging to skin molding over his bone to melt together. She tutted, as she would not be able to get rid of those harsh and ugly scars.
It was going to be a long night, she thought as she stood up to gather some herbs in her small cupboard to create some healing salve.
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