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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:16 pm
This is a private roleplay for LOLTERNATIVE and the following soquili.   Lolly's Teepee
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 10:50 pm
He was a fool to go out on his own - let alone at night. He smelt the blood, felt the fear in the air and the silence that was deafening. It could only mean one thing and it sent him into a blind rage, charging with no thought of his safety in mind. There was a walker in his lands and he intended to make it regret ever climbing out of whatever hell it came from. He had surprised it, at least. Dealing heavy blows before it realised what had happened. It was, however, not willing to go down without a fight and so Izotz hadn't come out completely unscathed.
He coughed, wheezing slightly. That was an understatement, to say the least. A large gash on his side, bruises and sprains. The blood had stopped flowing for now but he had already lost so much and made no attempt at moving - lest he open the wound again. He stared in front of him, head on the stone ground. The sun was setting again and he closed his eyes - night would take him before the walker returned to finish him - at least he could take solace in that fact.
Losille had been travelling for some time - shrunken down so she did not attract the attention of others. She'd finally reached the mountain she'd herd off - a rare plant grew in abundance here and she intended to take a few samples in attempts to grow them herself or at least to dry out for teas and such. She landed softly on the ground, growing to full size as she did so. It did not take her long to pick up the scent of blood. She was used to it by now, years of travellers coming through her home with various injuries. Her nostrils flared and she took to the skies, flitting this way and that before she saw the patch of red.
The glow coming from the stallion had her diving towards the ground before she came up short. Was it supposed to be that dim or was it fading? The satchel at her side was off in a split second, unfurled to reveal various wrappings of poultices, dry herbs and other items of use. She ignored his other injuries, focusing instead on the gash that seemed to be doing the most damage.
"This is going to sting," she mumbled, apologetically. She paused for a moment, bending down so her eyes met his. They didn't seem able to focus and she frowned, pulling the cork from her water satchel and pouring the contents onto the gash. The stallion hissed and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Not even started yet."
In her satchel was a pristine piece of cloth, white as the snow that surrounded them. Losille took it carefully in her mouth, gently wiping away the grime and dirt that caked the wound. The stallion groaned and twitched ever so slightly but he did not pull away - not that she was sure he had the strength to.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:07 pm
Izotz didn't even note the mares arrival until she was already beside him. Even then, he could not find the strength to move away from her, let alone turn his head. She spoke to him and he did not even comprehend the words that came out of her mouth - not that it mattered for they would have been forgotten as soon as she began cleaning his wound. A healer, then? He groaned and tried to will himself to get away - he was certain this hurt worse than when the wound was inflicted. Darkness clouded the edge of his vision and he willed himself to stay awake.
The smell of blood grew stronger and he knew he was bleeding again. A soft smile tugged at his lips and he closed his eyes. Soon he would be gone from this world. The walker would return to find a corpse instead of a fresh meal and he might have laughed at the thought of its anger had he the strength. The cleaning was done and the relief of pain reminded him of the mare by his side. The walker might also return to find her.
Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled himself to his feet in a series of grunts and groans. "Not safe," he croaked out. When had his mouth gotten so dry? "Leave." He managed to take one step before he collapsed, darkness enveloping him. He heard the faint sound of cursing.
Losille hadn't expected him to stand. She thought perhaps his injuries weren't as bad as they appeared but the thought was fleeting as he collapsed onto the ground only centimetres from where he'd lain before. She let out a series of unladylike curses and frowned, muttering about the stubbornness of stallions. "Unlike you," she mumbled, pulling her satchel towards him as she placed herself on the ground. "I can take care of myself." She pulled out a few poultices, dry herbs and pursed her lips, setting to work.
The sun had set and she had to stop temporarily to set up a fire. It was burning a small ways away from them - enough to provide light and warmth without making things too warm. As it was, the mare was done for the most part. She simply sat by the stallions side, ensuring he was still breathing. Every now and then he would stir, crying out until she soothed him. Her lids were heavy - but she had survived on less sleep before and she forced herself to stay awake.
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