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 Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 8:36 am
He was healing well from his little stay in that cave with that wild dog. He stilll didn't know why that strange female didn't eat him in his wounded, bleeding and weak state. She instead, hauled his butt to her home and healed his soy hide. He needed it though, his cheek was so swollen and his hind leg was terribly sore too... but thankfully she actually knew what she was doing. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was glad she came... he would have surely gotten in infection from his wounds. She did talk funny though, which was strange. But what was he going to do... Just get up and walk away when someone wanted to heal his sorry butt... heck no, he knew when to take someone assistance. He didn't like being dead.
Lazarus was just trotting through the rogue lands, as he was wont to do, humming to himself and enjoying the sun of the day. He was surprised by how odd it felt to be outside, as if he hadn’t been out in weeks. He was pretty sure he had to hunt and drink every day, but it all blended together into a boring, stale routine that was, inevitably, driving him stir crazy.
He smelled something on the air, coppery and stagnant, and he wondered who was bleeding nearby. It didn’t smell like anything he would want to eat, but he was bored and his curiosity got the better of him. Slinking low to the ground, he hurried across the grasses, trying to blend in and move with as silent a step as he knew how.
He spotted a cave and poked his head in, blinking at the darkness, “anyone home?”
The cave was full of different oddities. Baskets weaved from reeds, bones and inplements for things, and tons of flowers and plants, hanging from the ceiling. In the middle of the cave sat the serval, red and white, calming gazing at him. Today, he was in a very good mood... he usually wasn't one for being pleasent but was was alive today, and that was all that mattered to him. He inclined his head, looking around. The wild dog had left to gather some more things, so it was just him in her home. He sniffed. "Just me... and this isn't my home.... just staying for a little while." He said, knowing that the stranger probably smelled his wounds. The ones on his face were especially sore looking, but were healing very well thanks to the dog. His hind leg felt fine too. She was very talented.
"The owner is absent at the moment..." He said simply, gazing sideways with crimson eyes.
“Glad you let me know, I was about to ask the wrong person if I could come in,” he said, prancing in anyway, “and that might have been rude, right? I mean, if this isn’t your place you don’t really have the right to invite random strangers in. Of course, now that I’m here it would be rude to make me leave, too, right? Manners are tough, aren’t they?” He tilted his head, then flashed a grin.
“I’m Lazarus, and you look like you got shredded by a lion. What happened to you? Unless I’m really good at guessing, of course,” he grinned. He was a very friendly, forward little guy when he wanted to be. Particularly when he didn’t sense any danger.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said, sitting down and wagging his tail.
Sekh didn't really care if the strange one came into the cave, no skill of his nose. He just inclined his head. "Eih. The lady who owns this cave is pretty nice so she may not mind you being here... she saved my life in all..." he said, turning his wounded cheek to him. "A lion near almost tore my jaw off but this little wild dog came and rescued me... brought me here and kept me well. I am almost fit to leave and go on my own again... but she is worried I may need my blood to... get stronger..." he looked sideways like hw as thinking. "She speaks awfully odd to me... but I won't send her away. She really knows her stuff... about all these plants and stuff. " He motioned with a paw to the many many dried plants and flowers that made the cave smell so sweetly. "Its amazing... she knew what to give me to make my better.. and it worked. I feel great. My cheek is rather sore but... it will be. I haven't seen it but she said its way worse than my leg... what a shame. I like my face."
“Saved your life, huh? How very manly,” he laughed, scoffing and wrinkling his nose. Lazarus was, by all accounts, a very masculine little beast. He liked to be rough and tumble, and believed that strength of body and mind were key to being the best example of his species. He didn’t like to hear stories about males needing to be saved, particularly when that male was saved by a female.
It just seemed demeaning.
“But hey, that was nice of her. I can’t imagine it would be too easy to charm the ladies with a smile if you were missing your jaw, right? I don’t know anything about plants and that kind of stuff, but it’s good that someone out there does. Useful for guys like you, anyway, that get their faces ripped off. I haven’t had it happen yet, but I guess I know where to come.” He grinned a bit, looking down at the serval with a snide glint in his eyes. Still, he was as jovial as though he were teasing a friend he had known for years.
He looked at the stranger and his red eyes narrowed a little. He didn't want to admit that he needed help from a lady... but he did. He lifted his head a bit higher and sniffed. "I would have died... and I am not one to turn down someone who can give me something I want.. and I don't want to die yet..." He said sharply. There was nothing weak about using someone else to live. He stretched his hind leg and sat up... it was still rather stiff. "And I am hoping that the scars make me look more appealing to the ladies... I wouldn't mind some baby Sekhmets running around... at least to get me a son." He said rather bluntly. "She isn't that bad of a sheelah though... quiet... colored blue and like a leopard... but not bad. I didn't expect a wild dog to not eat me..." He looked over at the wart hog skull she had used to feed him medicine. He made a face at it, remembering the taste.
“That’s a good point, man,” Lazarus said, a good amount of sincerity in his tone. He smiled, his teasing eyes softening and he nodded slowly, “I wouldn’t’ want to die just yet, either. And hey, I hear chicks do dig some scars. If I wasn’t so awesome, I might have to get me some. I just don’t see that happening, really.”
He grinned, obviously kidding and yet not really. He laughed at himself, or at the conversation, or even at the serval and wagged his tail. He had accidentally produced a litter of his own pups, which had been a surprise to him, but he couldn’t be happier. He didn’t see them too often, but he knew enough about them to know they were doing well. He wouldn’t mind a few more baby Lazarus’s running around, either.
“Yeah, kids are cool. Worth the trouble, I think, though I don’t have any… uh… with me,” he cleared his throat, “so how long have you been here? And how much longer do you think it’ll take to heal up?”
He lifted his head to expose his cheek again. "Just avoid the face... I have never felt such a pain in my life. I was afraid my jaw as broken but thankfully it is all just skin and muscle. I have to admit it... I owe her my life petty much... as much as I hate too. " He said, lifting a paw to give his wounded cheek a good cleaning, though it really didn't need it. What ever she had rubbed into it did the trick... but boy did it sting some when he yawned. He chuckled. "It wasn't my intentions to get so beat up... but I suppose I was asking for it... thats the last time I try to steal from something larger than me." He chuckled. "I would like some kittens.... but its tough to find a female in such a big place... it really stinks. I ain't picky about my ladies though... just got to find them.
He lifted his chin and gave it a careful scratch. "But hopefully after I am well enough to go on my own I will find a lucky lady to wants some kits.... then I am their male!" He said, gazing over at the small hide she had covered him with when he was so weak he couldn't stand.
“I’m sure I’ll get my fair share of being beaten up soon enough,” Lazarus said, with a bit of sobriety in his tone. He knew he lived a bit recklessly, challenging other creatures, some who were many times his size, and escaping from them just for the thrill of it. But what was he if he couldn’t prove himself a soldier some times? He needed to keep his skills sharp, and that was the most fun way he knew how.
“I’m sorry it happened to you though, really. I tease, but it does look pretty bad, and it’s not really something I like seeing happen to others. That wild dog sounds pretty nice, going through all that trouble. I’d say you were meant to do something, since you weren’t checked out of this world just yet. But I’m not a spiritual guy, so who knows? Maybe you just got lucky. Either way, at least you’re still alive.”
He grinned.
He nodded. He couldn't have said it better. He shook his ears in a gesture of comfort and yawned, standing up slowly to get his leg unstiff. He hated that. He turned and gave it a quick lick before turning back. "Yeah..I was asking for it... but I won't do it again... anytime soon anyway... it wasn't so horrible...I think I could have made it if I hadn't been found by someone who wants to eat me... but I have to say... I'd rather be tended too by someone friendly than a scavenger who'd rather pick me off while my face gets infected..." he said, looking at the ceiling, where her plants hung. He didn't know which one did which, but she sure did. it was fascinating really. "I am glad to be alive. And I am glad to have my face... so glad I have my face. " He lifted his paw and rubbed his good cheek softly. "I may be male but... I like my handsome face..."
“Ah, well, that’s getting a bit. Uh. Weird for me, so you admire your face and I’ll… get on back to wandering, I think,” Lazarus said abruptly, standing. He arched an eyebrow, looking a bit uncomfortable, then shook his head and shrugged. To each their own, he supposed. He was a jackal. He didn’t think servals had the most handsome of faces on the best of days.
“Good luck on the healing thing, pal,” he said, turning and trotting to the cave entryway. He glanced back over his shoulder, squinting a bit.
“I’m sure you’ll find a female that digs the scarred look, no doubt. One can only hope she’ll like your face as much as you seem to,” he laughed, a bit of a cackle, then headed out.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 8:55 am
Sekh had to give a laugh at the jackals last statement. He nodded, not really giving the fellow a farewell more than an agreement to them leaving. He settled back onto his elbows and giving a sigh, content to rest until the little strange wild dog returned and gave him more advice that would improve his condition. He yawned, his red eyes half lidded. He supposed he could take a nap..
Turning to see if the jackal was gone. He then law his head down, good cheek on the ground, and shut his eyes. She did say sleep would improve his speed of healing. Which wasn't a bad thing.
"Hehehe. As much as I seem too... thats a good one!" He murmered, before shutting his maw and falling asleep.
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