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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 5:58 pm
Whoosh! Over the river and through the woods, through the swamp Justice ran. It wasn't towards a cry for help (for once) however. He just felt like running. The past few days had been annoyingly lacking in crime, and he was bored. He had to do something to keep himself fit, after all. It would be a terrible tragedy if he was to pull a muscle or have a back spasm in the middle of an epic duel. He was proud of the way he flew through the dense, tangled underbrush. From stump to root to solid ground to a mossy rock in the middle of a stream, to another stump, his movements were fluid and unstopping. (One might even call it parkour in other worlds.) Well. "Were" being the key word. As his front hoof landed on a particularly smooth-looking river stone, he slipped. It wasn't as though he completely missed the rock, he simply landed wrong. And so he fell. All of his forward momentum came to a crashing halt in the middle of a very shallow stream. "Oof!" he groaned as he sat up, wincing as he felt a sharp pain go though the leg that had caused his fall. Justice looked down and frowned. He was bleeding. "Curse you, villainous rock..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:07 am
 A loud splash, followed shortly by an "Oof!" woke her from her nap. What appeared as just a section of green swamp dappled with light began to shift, starting with a flick of her green ears, then the raising of her head, glowing green eyes looking around her, white-tipped nose gently scenting the air. Her eyes fell upon the dripping grey-black buck that was now sitting in the middle of the stream, certainly the cause of the splash seeing as he hadn't been there before she'd nestled into the grass on the bank for her nap. Her nose also detected the faintest trace of metallic blood-scent, masked by the water, just as the buck followed up with a curse. One ear flicked back at his choice of words, the rock certainly wasn't villainous this buck had just been clumsy, but she didn't think too much of it. Instead, she ambled to her feet with a slow grace, making her way lightly down the bank towards the fallen buck. "Are you alright?" she called out, her voice crisp and clear, her words polite but not bearing more than civil concern.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:29 am
His ears perked up. A voice! A pretty voice. Why it must be a lady! And oh how embarrassed he was to be stuck on his rump, bleeding in the middle of a stream in the presence of a doe. Thankfully his dark fur hid the wicked blush growing over his skin.
"Yes!" he said quickly when he spotted her. "Yes ma'am I am perfectly fine." Justice tried to scramble to his feet, to pretend like absolutely nothing was wrong and just hope she would somehow not notice the blood that was so glaringly obvious on his leg. But no. When he attempted to put weight on the injured leg, he felt it sting again, and so once more he splashed down into the water.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:43 pm
It was quite comical really, the whole reassurance that he was "perfectly" fine, the scrambling of hooves, the giving of the injured leg, and the splash that brought the poor grey buck right back into the stream where he'd started. Had she been the easily amused type, either by his clutziness or the sheer irony of fate, she'd have laughed, but unfortunately Mint's sense of humor hadn't properly developed yet. Instead she watched stoically as the buck rose, flailed, and fell once more, the only change in her expression perhaps an ever so slight narrowing of her glowing eyes. Hapless, this one was...
She picked her way down into the bed of the stream, white hooves finding sure-footing with a cautious delicacy that had been so practiced as to have become natural. At the buck's side, she cast a quick glance at the wound, a gash running up his lower leg, most certainly caused by the villainous rock he had cursed.
"Try to get up, you can lean on my shoulder," she said, her voice clinical, authoritative but a far cry from commanding. "Keep your weight off it for now."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:56 am
His ears drooped sadly. She had seen through his ever so clever ruse! And so easily, at that. Justice made a mental note to train his acting skills more at some point in the future.
When she spoke he nodded in turn. It was a bit shameful, he thought, as he had always been a proud buck who never needed help from anyone! But... well, better to be found like this by an ally rather than a foe. He used his other three uninjured legs to push himself up, making cautious note to certainly not put any more weight on that temporarily useless limb. He limped over to her and did as she asked, leaning the shoulder of the hurt leg against hers.
"Are you certain you won't fall, madam?" he asked cautiously and with no over-acted overtones in his voice, not wanting to become a burden.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:02 pm
She braced herself, letting the buck lean his weight against her, the height different at their shoulders helping her support him, taking the buck's weight more easily that one would have expected. Despite her almost too-slender frame and the shadow of malnourishment that always seemed to haunt her, Mint could hold her own very well, the sparse meat on her bones mainly muscle. Of course, even then she wasn't couldn't go supporting most of another's weight, particularly a much larger buck, for very long, so the buck's query wasn't unfounded, not did she take it as an insult to her own strength. Instead, she stood still for a moment, measuring the toll on her limbs, taking a tentative step forward before responding.
"I am stronger than I appear, and the shore is near," she replied as she found she was still able to move fairly easily. "I won't fall, you be careful not to slip as well." And with that she started taking slow, deliberate steps towards shore, carefully to find firm footing before moving on, the movement of her shoulder against the buck's guiding him as to when she was going to take each step.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 5:20 pm
"Th.... thanks," Justice said quietly, doing his best to follow her steps as carefully as possible. He limped alongside her til they reached the shore, where he quickly deposited his rump into the wet dirt-sand. "Are you well versed in the delicate art of nursing?" he mused aloud, intrigued by how skillfully she had managed to aid him so far. Her steps had, he noticed, a very delicate caution to them, and he thought that perhaps this was a sign that this doe knew what she was doing. He'd certainly seen more than his fair share of clumsy rescues--a haughty buck that may or may not have been him wanting to carry his found victim away too quickly had at one point in history actually dropped his burden and made the wound worse, for example.
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