Sunbeam Lair black magic

@Tryphon ; started it here bc some herbs found here = healers dream; hope the pp is ok!?!? if not LET ME KNOW  

 

It was all but done, her union with him; she could only call him mate if he lay with her, and though she desired this what took precedence was his health. He was injured enough that their pace was terribly slow, but she kept to the injuries to do what she could for them as they traveled. From the first, she had utilized oak leaves. This would fight any infection, and help stop the bleeding. She collected what she could. Stinging nettle was found deep in a open forest that must have received plenty of rainfall, around Thunder Dome (but keeping clear of its borders) where the rain would fall. This she made into a poultice, and applied it to each wound. As they traveled, she could find no more of that particular plant, but that she put it to use once at all put peace in her mind. She had carried some with her, but had used it all when she needed to reapply. The snow did her no favors with her application, the wetness of it working against her. She was able to find marigold, too, sheltered by rock in some areas. 

They needed to take a break for now. But she would find some herbs, still. The place from beyond didn't look promising, but upon arriving there and after inspection, Saghani carried with her each thing that she needed, relief evident on her features. Marigold, Nettle, and oak leaves each stuffed her mouth to the brim making for a comical image as she raced toward Tryphon, hoping he was where she had prompted him to rest.

There were interludes of silence where even his shadow was gone, but he did not worry for her. The boy wanted to be of use, not to rely upon her so heavily, but she commanded that he stay put while she scavenged for supplies, and he obeyed. There was no doubt in his mind about her motives; he knew she would return to him unlike any others. So he rested, fidgeting every ten to fifteen minutes because of the irritation of his wounds, and a persistent need to watch for Saghani's return. He was lonely without her - even if her forays away from him were brief - and it was unhealthy, this attachment. So many others had vanished from his life that there was always a lingering fear that horrors would befall her, much as he tried to ignore it. He trusted her implicitly, and his antsy behavior was more firmly rooted  in a need to be useful.

She did return, with a mouth full of many things. Though he did not laugh at the strangeness of her, a lightness had entered his expression. His entire self seemed invigorated as soon as the shadow was sighted; his tail batting against the snow when she was closer. He had to control himself, subdue the want to touch her and be close. There would be time for that - although his desires were far from adult, he only thought of holding her, and the memory of his chest atop her hindquarters was far from him. He chuffed, scooting closer to her with his chest in the snow, ever eager for her company.

Saghani was elated to see him. He couldn't have gotten far, but she worried, foolishly, that he might hate her. Worried as she had never worried before. Why would she need to? Saghani cared for no one, and her perspective on life was bleak and realistic. Attachment was the root of weakness, and so she remained unattached. She did—was doing—a very dimwitted thing, in keeping with him. But Saghani was adamant in not letting him go, not unless he wished to... which he very well might, after her tale to him of why she had gone missing. But what if his silence was that he did not wish to know? 

Well, he needed to. He needed to know from her. Saghani knew the nature of others, knew the nature of secrets. Saghani had never had a personal secret, because she had never done anything to merit that. She was what she was, and you could take her at face value. She was, others might say, a woman without depth. Perhaps that was true. Once. 

Saghani watched his features shift when he saw her, and Saghani herself could not help but push herself further in her headlong stride, willing herself to go faster. Her own tail waved freely behind her, her eyes bright and adoring. Saghani grunted in turn to him, and when she arrived at his side it took every ounce of willpower not to lay there with him and rub herself all over him in greeting. In unison, they must have thought, there will be time for that. All the time in the world now that she refused to run away from him. 

She spat the herbs on the floor and grabbed only one, chewing it into a paste and already nosing him to expose his injuries to her again so that she could treat them once again.

Its rly hard to write when you've had 4hrs of sleep over four days hello

It was luck that saved him from the wolves of the ridge. Had he been a more aggressive beast he probably would have challenged the brute that forced him out; her scent had been upon him, and in the moments after reuniting, he could smell the stranger upon her. But he was too unsure of himself, too easily manipulated. His desire to stay safe from harm and avoid the angry teeth of those pack wolves was greater than his attachment to her; at least, this is what he thought while she worked upon the herbs. A budding guilt lifted through his chest, and he murmured soft sounds, sniffing at her scruff and giving her small signs of affection when she wasn't occupied. As Saghani tended to the bites upon his flank, Tryphon felt a sense of relief flood him.

Saghani administered all she chewed to his wounds, and only once she was satisfied did she remove herself and look to him. Her sharp, knifelike features were impossibly soft as she looked to him, her rigid lines rounded in a picture of perfect affability toward him. She wondered if anything needed to be said at all; often it didn't, and she felt that he knew. Saghani pressed onto her belly now and used her forelimbs to drag herself toward him, subservient and apologetic for everything. It might as well have been her fangs that did this thing to him. When they went for redemption, she would still feel the weight of what she had done to Tryphon up until the point that her fangs exacted their revenge. The man she had made the unfortunate mistake with behaved by laws that suited him, and him alone. He could lay with any woman he pleased, but did not permit a wolf on his lands. The thought would have amused her to no end had the one she came to love in so short a time not been at the receiving end of the bastards wrath. 

Instead, it only provoked her further. 

A small whimper came from her throat, and she blinked up at him, eyes wide and sad for what she felt she had done. Yes, she could heal him, yes, there would be hardly a sign at all that anything had even happened to him... but that was not the point. She felt weak for this, weak and pathetic, but she needed him as she had needed nothing else in her life! A whistling note came from her nostrils as her eyes averted.

He did not know how to ease her guilt, because as soon as they reunited, he felt no animosity towards her. There was some bitterness lingering in the put of his belly for the wolf who held her scent - the wolf who had driven him away - but that was a mindless thing. More territorial than anything else. And with that wolf gone from his sight, Tryphon was focused upon his shadow and her tender care of his wounds. She whined, watching him sorrowfully, and all he could think to do was get closer and closer, trying to hold her close and ease her worries. She was forgiven; if that was what she needed from him, he would grant that, always.

sososo sorry 4 my delay! it wont happen again *SNIFFLES*

 

Always were the words on her tongue to tell him... but they did not come. Perhaps it was because he already knew. It would be a waste of breath to tell him. She had won the prize for rotten judgment, but then Capri had beaten her in an auction for it. No take-backs! Saghani was better off for it all, she felt. Without the experience, she might have never known as she did now what was within her. 

He came closer to her and Saghani went nearer to him as he did to her, to nuzzle into him and lay in his embrace. He reeked of the herbs she had placed upon him, and she felt she reeked of a man she should not smell of any more. She much preferred the acrid scent of what he wore, and she pressed into him so that he could spread it over her. Happiness lingered in her heart; he would heal, and all would be well.