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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:28 pm
She was concerned for the little serval she had found so terribly wounded. She stood over him, staring down at him with concerned odd eyes. He was wounded across the face and hind end, but his cheeks were so terribly wounded that they bled and bled and she had to keep the moss against it to make it stop. He must have been attacked by something large to sustain such horrible wounds; and he was weak from loss of blood. He was lucky he wasn't dead. She had dragged him into some cover and stayed with him through the night. She had scented his blood earlier that day and followed it until she found the poor blood red creature. So taking pity on it, Anastasia picked him up gently and carried him into the log she called home. The smells of the herbs hanging from the walls were comforting to her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:30 pm
She had grown acustomed to her den and felt confidant in her talents here. She placed his prone body onto a hide and elevated his head while she began to clean his face of the dried blood. Poor creature would carry the scars, they were deep and carved his flesh cleanly. She stood and padded to a certain pile of plants, giving them a sniff to make sure of their kind. She picked up a few of them, carrying them back to his side; where she began to chew them into a paste and spit the gunk into his wounds. It would help to cleanse it of dirt and disease, while making the injury itself repair. She sighed, looking down at his breathing. He was getting better already. Perhaps he would wake up soon.
She sat back on her spotted haunches and watched him. Poor thing. She wondered when he would wake up and if he would remember what happened to him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:38 pm
He dreamt of fire and lightening. Bolts and flames, burning his legs and face, his body. He was in a fever as he slept, his wounds burning him into a deep slumber-one close to death and one close to hope. He dreamt of the lion that clawed him in anger, leaving him dangling on the edge of oblivion. He had fallen quickly, his paws no longer useful. His mind raged in the fire.
He did not know of the young she dog that had found him. He hadn't felt her gentle lifting, hadn't felt the mash of herbs on his face and leg. He knew of nothing but fire. He kicked in his dreams, whimpering.
How weak he must look
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:43 pm
The poor unfortunate soul was dreaming at least. She reached down and pressed the mash into his wound softly, making sure the ragged flesh was covered. He would have to rest easy for a while, in order for the juices to work their magic. She pitied the fool, most likely got into a fight with something larger. He was lucky it didn't eat him.
"Poor thing." She said softly, pulling a hide out of the corner of the cavern and covering him with it. She sighed, settling down onto her belly to rest and wait. He would be waking soon... hopefully...
But she could only hope he wouldn't die.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:47 pm
He sighed and moaned in his sleep. He could see his Mother and Father, both dead long ago... was he dying too? He didn't want to die. He struggled in his sleep, whimpering and whining. Why him? He had only wanted a little of that kill. Only a little bit to slur his hunger-but nooo. That lion had to throttle him good and leave him for dead.. and now he was in flames.
Flames and... sweet smelling plants. He started to stir in his dreams, his red eyes opening fluttery-like. He could barely see anything around him, just blurs. He was warm though and the sun wasn't shining on him like it was at one point. He lifted his head feebly, trying to see around him.
"where ammi?
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 5:59 pm
Anastasia almost didn't catch his words. She was busy thinking of her next range of actions in order to keep this stranger alive. She sat, her odd colored eyes shut as she hummed softly. Then, her ears perked and her eyes popped open, spotting his uplifted head. She stood quickly, going beside him and pushing his head down softly with a paw.
"You are safe strange one. I am Ana. I brought you to my home and am treating your wounds.!" She said, giving him a soft smile as she stood again and began to gather a few more supplies. She grabbed a warthog skull she had flipped and hollowed up, and began to fill it with some herbs... before picking up a gourd from beside her and pouring it into the bowl. She began to stir it with a paw.
"You almost visited the land of the spirits!
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:03 pm
It took him a few moments to realize what he was looking at. A wild dog, young and speckled like a leopard. His head reeled, what unusual marks. He coughed, almost tempted to try to stand, but she pressed him down on his side-and he did not protest. He felt like crap. He sighed, shutting his red eyes for a moment. Land of the spirits? Was that the fire he saw...
"My wounds?" He asked wearily, not aware of the stinging pain in his cheek or hind end. He could smell the blood on him. How badly was he wounded. He wiggled his toes, all there... he opened his eyes to gaze at her
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 6:11 pm
Anastasia brought the bowl over to him and set it beside his head. She lifted the hide and pulled it aside, so she could examine the wound on his hip; not nearly as bad as his cheek. She pulled the hide back across him with her nimble maw. She nodded, pushing the bowl closer to him with her pink nose. "Yes... you got wounded... on your cheek'face and on your hind end. Deep wound here-" She pointed to his cheek. "-Not so much on leg... you will be fine I think... "
She dipped a paw into the bowl and held it out to him. "Drink this to get better fast!" She said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:09 pm
He stared up at the wild dog and had a moment to think. Why hadn't she eaten him? She was a carnivore too wasn't she? He wasn't sure why she hadn't but he was glad of it. He looked at the bowl, the best he could laying on his side, and smelled it timidly. He wrinkled his nose as the unusual scent filled his nostrils.
Oh gods, it smelled weird. He looked at it, looked up to her... "Do I have too?" He asked, looking at the drink and noticing how swollen his cheek was; it was making his vision impaired.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:14 pm
She looked down at him and suspected the smell wasn't something he was used too. Her nose was immune to the herbs she collected through the span of her life, so this wasn't anything new to her. She looked down at the bowl and gave him a nod. If he wanted to get better faster, he'd listen to her wisdom.
"Eih... It is in your best interest to drink." She said simply. She wasn't going to make him do anything, that wasn't her job. Her job was to help others get well in their own will power. She looked down to the bowl and scooted it closer to the serval. "Will make pain better and sleep come easier!" She added
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:18 pm
He had never needed someone else's help before. He sighed, looking to the bowl of... fluid that looked absolutely disgusting. He lifted himself up onto his elbows so he could drink and winced at the movement... his hind leg felt terrible... but not as bad as his face. He lowered his muzzle and began to slowly lap the liquid.
He snorted and coughed up some off is; sour and thick as it was. He shook his nose, sending droplets of it flying this way and that. He stuck out his tongue and cringed. "Yuck... I hope you are right... it tastes terrible!"
Course these were words coming from an animal that enjoyed rotten flesh.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:21 pm
She chuckled slightly at his reaction to the drink. She knew it wasn't the best tasting stuff, but he would have to gag it down... besides... it would make him sleep and in sleep; he wouldn't feel the pain and reduced movement down to zero... meaning his wounds would heal better. She smiled, scooting the bowl closer still... before turning and wiping up some of the puddles with her paw.
"Drink not tasty... I know." She said softly, turning back and eyeing him; pretty much telling him that since he had a little-he needed to finish. "But make dreams nice and soft... and pains gone... give time for healing." She said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:27 pm
He already could feel light headed at the first few tastes. He looked down, decided that it was worth the pain in his tongue and lowered his head, forcing down the liquid. He coughed a few times, his eyes watering, before he pushed the empty bowl away in disgust. He sighed, glad that the torment of it was over... now he could sleep softer... or something. She talked funny.
He cast a red eye at her, sizing her up. Hmm, she was just a little dog yet. Strange she had lots of smartness about stuff... like plants. He felt his elbows slide down under him... he resisted at first but soon his head was laying on the healthy cheek. He sighed, his eyes half lidded.
"I suppose I should thank you... for.. dis... stuff..." He said sleepily...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:41 pm
She smiled, glad to see that he was getting sleepy. Good, he wasn't going to take long to fall asleep at all. She stood and picked up the bowl and took it outside to clean it out. She could rest a little and let him sleep a bit, making sure he would allow himself time to heal. And in his sleepy state, she could get some other stuff done.
She walked back inside with her clean bowl and noticed he was almost asleep. It wouldn't be long at all. She placed the bowl back into the end of the cave; making a quick glance around to see what she still needed to make sure his wounds would heal well.
Healing was her job...
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:47 pm
He was already losing his train of thought. His mind was scrambled and his eye lids were getting so heavy now; he ad to struggle to keep them open. He watched her leave and coughed a little, feeling comfortable under the hide she gave him. He really couldn't feel his wounds as much, they sot of felt cool and cold. He didn't mind it, since he was warm anyway.
He sighed again, stretching his paws out in front of him. He yawned, his red eyes slowly shutting before he fell back asleep again. This time, his dreams did not consist of fire and pain, but of soft things and butterflies.
Fin
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