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blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 02, 2016


Shreya had just been through a little something. Actually, in comparison to her usual peaceful life at Silver Creek it had not been a little something at all. She had come out of it very much the worse for wear.

The old wolf limped through the morning sunlight, trying to get out of this dratted forest and back to the safety of the Creek where she could tend to her hurt hind paw. But her limping was slowing her way down, and then — ouch — she got her wounded paw trapped in a root jutting from the ground. She looked round at it. Oh dear. To get her paw loose she was going to have to pull it. And that would hurt.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 02, 2016

Riptide ventured through the King Elf Forest, ignoring the sense of deja vu he got occasionally. As to his knowledge he had never set food in this forest (he had but as his gangster counterpart), finding the sensation, the tug at his memory, bidding him to remember something of an ancient or perhaps even recent past quite annoying. It was blank and there was a certain part of his mind that he did not poke nor prod into, met with a vicious rage that seethed beneath his skin. It was without a cause as far as Riptide was aware and so he did his best not to trigger the random burst of pent up frustration at all costs. Clutched in a curved piece of bark he'd found whilst shifting through the bracken served as a usable way to transport his collection of medicinal plants. His mission for elder leaves had sent him away from Stavanger Bay and admittedly further south than he'd originally intended. The spirits were restless today, their voices a constant presence through the Forest, a never ending whisper. Riptide attempted to tune them out as best he could not particularly willing to commune with them today. They were quieter in the Bay, though the aspiring witch doctor assumed that this was the Sea's doing. In the Bay...the spirits were under his control but out here the wraiths ran wild and free like annoying little wisps.

His steps were still slow, his teeth grit around the cedar bark he panted around, though the shade of the forest kept the worst of the heat off of his dark, melanistic colored fur. His muscles remained sore and his shallow wounds still open, and itchy but he knew better than to aggravate them. They were healing and as shallow as they were would not mark him with lasting scars — which was important given his vanity. A noise — a exclamation of pain — caught Riptide's attention, his ears perking and pivoting atop his skull in the direction. He was close and thus altered his course to investigate. He studied the woman — an elder — in the distance and let out a muffled chuff around the bark in his mouth to announce his presence to her.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 02, 2016

I like your "blank" avatar tbh, it's suitably unnerving...

This hurt a good deal, but she could still remember childbirth to this day and — yep, this didn't compare, not one bit. The hunger pangs of recent months, only recently cured, had also been more than a little sore. So she daren't grumble, and instead focussed on getting herself out of this mess. Essentially, she was standing in the middle of a forest, her right hind leg stuck fast in a tree root. And the stuck paw had a big bitemark in it.

But first she had a quick glance around — for Silver Creek was nearby. Maybe Spring or Casmir or Laika or some other hardy soul was out on the patrol? She almost considered howling, but that was when the stranger moved into view. A twiggy thing, but good-looking, he made no secret of his presence. Eat me or save me, fellow, he suggested. Just don't walk away, that'd just be cruel.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 02, 2016

hehe. ;p
 
The addressed him and subtly he the svelte coywolf ghosted closer to investigate in more detail what her situation was and attempting to determine if she was in need of his assistance. The scents that clung to her pelt were unfamiliar to the witch doctor who moved like a wraith himself, a meticulous calculation to each movement he made. Not a total far cry from his gangster counterpart but the speech patterns and accents were totally different, and there was a fidgety, almost giddy sort of enigma to Riptide's movements; the movements of an intelligent beast that could not bear the thought of not having something to do ...or study. And study her he did. Her fur was grey and silver though if this was natural or from age he could not presently tell. She did not bear the supple beauty of a young woman but her blue-brown eyes held an experience that one would not find in the depths of a young creature's eyes. Her foot appeared to be stuck between a root and the ground and she did not strike the witch doctor as shy given that she made her demands.

For a moment, there was a slight rise to his brow and a soft snort as he set his bark down at his paws. “Eat you,” Riptide scoffed at her though it was admittedly less to her and more of him speaking to himself. “Now that would be just an awful waste,” The Sea had not demanded a sacrifice, nor did she commit any wrong to him, thus, he saw no need to resort to such extremes. He moved closer with a brindled excitement in his step, fascination in his fiery gaze, lowering his head as he moved to stand before her to inspect the root and her paw. “How did this happen?” He asked with unbidden curiosity, lacking the articulate politeness of his gangster counterpart. His tone was nothing short of professional and amiable but he was hardly so concerned with manners. He had a job to do and she needed his assistance.

Granted, she was not a wolf beneath the Sea King's rule but it was in his best interest and advantage to assist her nevertheless.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 02, 2016

As the male drew closer she saw about him a certain urgency, though not necessarily with speed to his step. He seemed on edge and yet not. Distracted and yet focussed. Drunk on berries, maybe.

He was certainly not a wolf of Silver Creek, for male scents were rare in those lands and she certainly would've noticed. Plus, he regarded Shreya with unfamiliarity, and most creatures of the Creek were aware of the old Mentor among their ranks.

Shreya didn't fear him, partly because she had the bored arrogance of age, and partly because she didn't feel threat in her bones. Though heck, maybe it was just dulled by the pain. He wouldn't eat her though, and that was good — the famine was ending, and Shreya was a very gristly woman who'd get stuck between his teeth for weeks.

Clumsiness, she replied bluntly at his question, watching him as he had a good close look at the situation. Clumsiness born from getting bit hard in the paw. Then I limped straight into nature's latest trap.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 02, 2016

Not remembering the famine was a small bought of mercy — a good thing to come from the incident which spawned Riptide's creation. He was unusually gaunt from it but did not realize that there was a cause beyond how his svelte body was crafted. “Tsk,” The coywolf wordlessly reprimanded her in good nature (perhaps playfully) with a coy smirk as his eyes lifted to regard her before his attention returned back to his assessment when she admitted to how her predicament came about was attributed to clumsiness. Riptide's muzzle lowered towards the bracken covered earthen floor, eyes dissecting the angle of her paw and the position of the root she'd gotten it stuck in. It was not in so awkward position as to suggest she'd broken it. “And the hit you took...what caused it? Is it an abrasion? Or a bruise? You'll have to be more specific than that, my dear, if I'm to treat you.” The aspiring witch doctor informed her, squinting before he took a step back, lifting his head.

Absently, he noted that the insistent whispers of the wraiths had grown silent in the focus of his work and for this he was subtly grateful. They were a gift as much as they were annoying little nags. “Well,” Riptide drew with derisive solemnity. “I'm afraid we'll have to chew it off.” He kept his face straight for a few moment as he gave her the false diagnosis before a wicked grin played at the corners of his lips. “I'm joking, that was a joke.” He told her seriously, not daring to let loose the soft chuckle that bubbled within his chest in case she didn't find his “doctor's humor” all that amusing. If she did he wouldn't be terribly offended. It as quite dry and morbid as humor went (but then again Arturo was never one for humor). He'd make a poor court jester.

“It doesn't appear broken simply stuck, but it went in and so it will come out.” No doubt attempting to free her might cause her pain and be something of a challenge but it seemed their only option and the easiest, at the very least. “I've got Elder leaves with me but they will only help with a sprain,” He informed her gesturing to the curved section of bark with his slim muzzle. “I saw opium poppy nearby though. The seeds will ease your pain. I can collect them now quick and you can take them before we attempt to free your paw or after, though they will take a short bit of time to take effect.” The choice, as his patient, was up to her.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 02, 2016

Shreya had most of her pride shaven off from years of ageing and eventually just not caring. Heck, she was the type of wolf to announce that she needed to break wind so that surrounding parties could clear the area. In fact, she had done this several times in her golden seasons. So one would think that getting her paw trapped in a root while simply walking, and having her humiliation witnessed by a stranger, would be something she could shrug off easily enough.

Well yes. Theoretically. But in practice, she didn't appreciate the male's smug surveillance of her condition, and leered at him quietly. Mostly this was due to impatience. She wanted to get back to her pack, to her great grandchildren, and have a good long rest and a proper look at this hurt paw of hers. The ghostly stranger was an obstacle: and one that could most certainly hurt her if he wanted to.

Bit, not hit, she corrected him when he asked for details on her wound. I got bit by a lone wolf. So if you go ahead and have a nibble yourself, you'll be the second one to snack on it today. Despite her impatience, his dry humour was not entirely unappreciated. Shreya liked that kind of thing.

As for his plan of action, the seasoned herbalist had a quick ponder then agreed. Alright, poppies it is. I live near here, so I'll be able to stagger back safely enough once I'm out, high on poppies or not.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 02, 2016

She'd been bitten, she corrected him. He could have sworn she'd said hit but sure enough as he pushed his face unceremoniously down to her leg to inspect her paw closer he did see the abrasion made by teeth that he had not previously noted before. “Did this lone wolf give any indication as to why it bit you? It wasn't rabid wasn't it?” Because Riptide valued self preservation far too much to agree to aid a wolf that would catch rabies. He didn't particularly catching anything that would cut his life short. Death would be a mercy for her, then, rather than go mad by the disease. A low giggle escaped the aspiring witch doctor's lips then as he fixated her in his gaze once more. “You are appealing but not in a way that would inspire me to want to eat you.” A coy play on the expression “so cute I could eat you up” (certainly not one Riptide had ever understood).

Riptide's salmon pink tongue swiped across his chops once as he made a slow circle, his eyes rapidly looking to see if he could spot any marigold. The flower's petals chewed up and placed on a wound had a good reputation for slaving off infection. “marigold chewed and placed on that bite will serve to both keep it covered and fight off any infection.” Riptide told her as he completed his circle, though he still had to collect some poppy, yet. “I'll only be a few minutes,” He padded over to his piece of bark. “I'd tell you not to venture far but well that's unnecessary.” He offered her what he thought was a charming grin and a wicked glint before he scooped up his makeshift satchel and loped off in the direction of the opium poppies.

Riptide collected them as quickly as he could, careful not to ingest any of the seeds himself. Riptide didn't see any marigolds but as luck would have it there were plenty of oak leaves to spare and he gathered a mouthful and added them to the opium poppies before he made his back to where he'd left his patient waiting. He set the bark down near the root and her trapped paw and pulled the oak leaves and opium poppies out, separating out a small dosage for her. He nosed the opium poppies towards her so she could eat them, and collected what was left for his personal stores back in Stavanger Bay. “Chew them well before you swallow them. They will work quicker,” He advised her. “I saw no marigolds but I found oak leaves which also work so once your paw is free I will chew some into a poultice and put it on that bite for you.”

“You're going to have to pull your paw back out the way it went in. Try twisting and wiggling it to see if you can make it easier to free. You might be able to loosen up the root some enough to reduce the amount of pain it'll cause you to free it.” He paused a moment, considering offering to consult the spirits for her but shook off the idea. He hardly needed their help for this and they had finally just shut up and left him alone while he worked.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 03, 2016

Shreya opened her mouth to grumpily explain that hell yes the lone wolf had been rabid, slavering, mad, disgusting. But... nah, she wasn't rabid. We got in a scuffle for food. She shrugged one bony shoulder, speaking the truth, and of a type of brawl that was very common out here. She had been tempted to deem the lone wolf rabid because she had found the creature that distasteful, but the male here was playing sensible doctor. Shreya had to play sensible patient.

“You are appealing but not in a way that would inspire me to want to eat you.”

Shreya was silent, and raised one brow. You what? Appealing? She watched him go, rather surprised by this comment. The grizzled old female was not used to being spoken to like that...

He darted off on his promised expedition, off to reap the newness of the green land. Shreya was left alone for a short time, listening to the birds in the trees and feeling her pulse beat painfully in her injured paw. Then the male was back, looking oddly handsomer than before, and Shreya scoffed down the poppies obligingly, giving them a good old chew before swallowing.

Then he proscribed backtracking, wriggling and pulling. Shreya hesitated sceptically. That sounded, as young people said these days, fucking painful.

Big strong boy like you: why can't you loosen the root a bit yourself? she proposed. He had teeth, didn't he?


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 03, 2016

according to google dogs can chew, dig and rip roots out of the ground so, uhm, i went with that lmao
“I see,” Riptide murmured when his patient explained that the lone wolf hadn't been rabid. This was assuring, for the both of them, no doubt. “Tell me,” Riptide drew in a distracted tone as he focused his dissecting and piercing gaze to the root her paw was trapped in, attempting to judge it's thickness and how tightly packed the earth around it was. Botany was an important part of his job but he was no landscaper by any means and any attempt he may make to aid her in freeing her paw might only serve to do more harm than it did good. “Do you always fight over your food?” It seemed foolish to the aspiring witch doctor, if he was being honest. He didn't have the full story, of course, she had not specified who started the scuffle but still he couldn't help himself the question. It seemed she simply had a bought of bad luck but two incidents of it in one day...well that just seemed like the spirits were either having too much fun with her or she'd done something to upset them.

She was hesitant, and instead asked him, albeit with some flattery thrown in, if he couldn't loosen the root a bit. It was an old gnarled thing, the root and he looked down it. He blinked slowly, contemplating it for a moment before he spoke, “I suppose I can try. It might do more harm then good.” But they wouldn't really know until he tried. He moved closer, trying to determine which tree the root had came from and which way the end of it would be. The side closer to the trunk might not give any pull being stationed as it was. When he thought he found it, he moved to his left — her right — and dug a bit at the soil around the root, trying to loosen the dirt around it. The action pulled at his sore and bruised muscles and he winced visibly a few times but uttered no complaint.

Riptide knew some trees could be toxic and that splinters were particularly hazardous so he tried only to dig it up that it might loosen and she could pull it free without the extra complications before he attempted to chew or rip it up with his teeth.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 03, 2016

:3 I used to have a pup who would really try get roots out of the ground. He would fail. Silly soft pup. <3

His question was impertinent, but in a charming way. Shreya found him pretty darn charming all round by this point, despite the fact that she'd had a real crummy day so far and her foot felt like it was going to come off. Naturally, being impertinent herself, Shreya simply rolled her eyes at the question. She decided it was clear she was too old to fight over her food, or to fight in any manner other than the verbal type: which she would win immediately.

The male seemed uncertain about her proposition, and it was only when he started trying that she realised why. Although she'd been playing dumb thus far, old Shreya had an experienced medical mind and could tell when someone was hurting. But heck, her need was greater than his, and when he started work on the root she felt a bit guilty, but also relieved when she felt it loosen...

Choosing the moment when he'd stretched the root furtherest, the taste of poppy still tart on her tongue, Shreya pulled her paw back and wriggled it loose with a hoarse whimper of pain.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 03, 2016

awww!
The truth was Riptide probably should have taken a few days to rest since his fall from the cliffs but there was too much work to be done and he found that he could not simply sit idle. The wraiths were restless and he needed to be prepared. He was not the only aspiring witch doctor of the Bay but that hardly mattered. It was no excuse for him to be lax or to rest while he could be out collecting herbs and building his cache. His patient freed her paw with a cacophonic whimper but the important part that she was free — and it wasn't as if they hadn't know pain would be involved. There'd been no easy way and despite her jesting chewing it off while beyond excessive, would have also caused her excruciating pain. Pain that the opium he'd made her ingest might not be able to combat — at least not in the small dosage he'd given her.

He gave his shoulders a roll, gritting his teeth against the pain that rippled through the muscles, yet largely ignored it. “Well that wasn't so bad,” but he was a little breathless though he doubted his aches were anything compared to her's. The opium would kick in soon enough and he doubted she would feel much of her wounds when it did. Unfortunately, he needed his mind clear for he still had quite a ways to go before he reached the Bay. “I'm going to put a poultice on that bite now, so if you could hold out your leg for me,” He suggested with a thoughtful hum before he nosed through the oak leaves he'd portioned out and took them in betwixt his jaws and chewed them until it formed a (gross) paste in his mouth.

When it was a good spreading constancy he moved over to her and with a moment of hesitation, spit the chewed oak leaf paste on the abrasion, spreading it as best he could and with as minimal pressure as possible so that it covered the entire bite as opposed to his nose. “There,” The witch doctor withdrew admiring his handiwork for a moment. “It might cause some irritation and itch when it dries but try to let it be, at least until you get home.” He didn't know if her pack had a medic or not but surely someone capable could keep an eye on it and her for safe measure.

Her paw was freed, he'd addressed the bite she'd received, he went through the mental checklist in his mind, confident that he'd tended to everything. “Was there anything else you need me to tend to?” He asked, just in case.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 03, 2016

Although she didn't know it, Shreya was acting slightly more like her old teenage self than the woman she was today. As a teenager she'd been sulky, sardonic, yet pointedly amused — exactly how she was at the moment. It was an attitude brought about by what had been quite a nasty little adventure, though the part with the handsome male wasn't so bad.

Her paw throbbed like hell, and felt about twice as hot, and subsequently the bite marks there began to bleed again. Being trapped in the root had at least numbed her paw slightly. So freedom hurt, but, luckily, her random saviour was here to help. He immediately applied a cooling poultice on her wound as she held up her paw obediently.

She nodded gratefully. This was a good job well done. How about a name, the old wolf requested when she realised her young healer had given none. And a kiss on the cheek.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 03, 2016

She didn't need anything medically tended to, it seemed but she did request a name and most interestingly a kiss on the cheek. What an unorthodox request. His name he could give readily, but the sea witch took a few seconds to marvel over her last request. It had been rather brazen but he supposed that it would be wrong for him to deny her such an innocent request. It kind of reminded Tori of the similar method of giving a child a lollipop when they were good at the doctor's office. “I'm called Riptide,” The sea witch introduced himself to her with a small simper tugging at the corners of his lips. “I live on the coast in Stavanger Bay.” He added in case she found herself needing his medical expertise. He doubted she would have reason to wonder that way — they were quite far from his home but as a good doctor it felt like the right thing to include.

He drew in then, closing the distance he had placed between them to admire his handiwork, bemused as to the nature of her request, and brushed his muzzle against her the silvery grey fur of her cheek, offering her a small lick that proved to be the equivalent of her “kiss on the cheek” before he pulled back, his brow lifting ever so slightly as if to ask quietly ask her is that all? Truly, she should get home before the opium poppies began to work — though subtly he didn't have wonder if their effects had already begun to kick in.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 03, 2016

Her paw hurt a whole lot, and she was not looking forward to the very heavy limp back to the Creek, and the focus it would take to stop the poultice from slipping off. But things could've been worse. Much worse. That first lone wolf, the one who'd stolen her mouse, had been dangerous, and ready to kill her out pride alone. And Shreya had been lucky this one — this Riptide — had come along.

Being too old to wander far, and fairly uninterested in the outer world anyway, Shreya didn't know where Stavanger Bay was but it was a good fact to know regardless. The handsome thing gave her a peck on the cheek as she'd requested, and she came out of it smiling lightly. I'm from Silver Creek — that-away, she nodded northeast. So Riptide, if you ever find yourself on those borders and in need of an ear, tell them you helped their elder, Shreya, out of a sore spot.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 03, 2016

“I'll keep that in mind,” The sea witch accepted the invitation graciously with a slight nod of his head in gratitude. Aside from the gathering of medicinal plants he was not sure what else might inspire him to venture this far south for he was primarily needed in the Bay, yet that didn't mean he wouldn't ever find his way to the Hinterlands again. “I trust you can get back to your home alright?” There was some part (likely Arturo) that felt the need to ask it, though Riptide couldn't fathom why. Manners were not so wholly apart of how he operated unlike his gangster counterpart. He was quick and decisive and dallying simply wasn't in the sea witch's nature. Yet, there was something that felt fundamentally wrong with letting her go without offering to talk her home — especially if the opium had begun to take effect. He did not outright make the 'Can I walk you home?' offer but it was heavily implied in the question, enough so that despite that he was not as abrupt with his words — though this tactic was implied to test the perception of who ever he was speaking to always studying even when he wasn't attempting to cure or ease anything — she would, hopefully, pick up on it. Thus far she had shown him no indication that she would not understand the unspoken question and with this in mind he made no attempts to be blunt about it.



RE: blood in the sunlight - Shreya - July 03, 2016

Shreya had started to feel the effects of the poppy, especially the numbed pain in her paw. And generally numbed feeling elsewhere. Though perhaps both these things were just the result of a charming distraction, who incidentally made himself more charming with an indirect offer to escort her home.

Hah, that'd be a stellar sight and no mistake. Shreya the Elder, back from her little adventure in the forest, and sporting an obliging piece of arm candy. It was worth doing just in the hope that someone would see it. But humour wasn't a good enough reason, so with regret she shook her head. You're right to trust that, yes, she said, eyes twinkling.

Then with a final, distasteful glance down at that dratted root (now thoroughly gnawed), Shreya made to limp away, hurt paw hovering awkwardly. Well met, young fellow. And thanks.


RE: blood in the sunlight - Arturo - July 03, 2016

i'll have this archived. thank you so much for the thread! <3
She declined his offer and Riptide watched her walk — well limp, really — until her silhouette vanished in the distance. He lingered for only a few seconds longer as he rearranged the collected medicinal plants on his little bark carrier. Riptide scooped it up in his mouth, careful to apply just the right pressure to keep it from slipping and to keep him from destroying it. With a quick glance over a svelte shoulder to ensure that she hadn't returned — she hadn't — he turned his attention to the horizon and began the trek back to Stavanger Bay.