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 Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:13 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 5:26 pm
Anchor blinked, the glow from his eyes casting dappled shadows over the tiny Minicorn. The female sighed, tutting over her frequent patient as she examined his larger horn, dabbing the paste into the crack of the warhorse.
"It should heal up within a week."
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Anchor frowned. That'd been one of the memories that had come back to him, and since he'd met that injured mare, he'd gone off to try and find that healer. Only....it was still fuzzy, so was his head...and he couldn't find her. Instead he'd gathered some flowers and tried to make the paste himself. It had failed. Spectacularly. Instead of a thick, white paste, he'd got a watery mush of flower petals and liquid and now he smelled of flowers. Finally admitting defeat, he decided he'd just bring her some fruit instead. Knocking into a tree, apples fell down, clunking onto the ground at the tiniest exertion of his strength. Carefully he picked a few up, storing them in the hollow of his drum, before heading off to find the injured mare he'd met. He'd remember her name soon....as soon as his head stopped hurting....
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 6:27 am
Wolfie's Post!
Weak and, tired Annika let her head fall forward..the deep sigh she gave making the wound upon her side throb with renewed pain. No..she could ignore it for now..soon that male would return..he had promised to not leave her alone. Being alone made the shadowy memories of those who had harmed her fill Annika's mind. That the mare decided would only cause MORE issues..but, at least the bleeding upon her side had slowed. That had to be a good sign right? Afraid of looking but, alos needing to know her condition the tired mare forced her head upright once more along with her wing. Yes, it had stopped but, the wound did not look wonderful..it looked a little more 'angry' and red. Dropping her head and wing again Annika cast her gaze outward, outside of the cave she had been brought to by..what was his name? Anchor? 'I only hope he returns quickly..I feel so tired.' With another painful sigh her eyes began to drift closed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 9:18 am
Anchor's trotting (he couldn't gallop or the fruit would bruise) was fast enough that he was soon in sight of the cave. His long, strong legs and warhorse build meant that despite not being a swift soquili he nigh on ate up the ground, large hooves leaving divots in whatever ground he crossed as he pushed himself into a stronger trot so that he would return faster. He was worried about her, even as his aching head wound muddled his thoughts so he couldn't cogitate long senteces, even as words slipped past his tongue like minnows in a river; silver-gleaming almost catchable but then dissapearing as quickly as they came.
It was perhaps a remark on his personality that even when suffering himself he tried to help others. His trotting slowed as his hooves began to ring against stone instead of dirt, quietly he walked into the cave, slinging his drum from his back and rolling the apples over to her.
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