AW! set a few days after after this thread
clicky - however much time it takes her to travel from kintla to here? this would be a good thread for anyone going for MEDIC trades! tags are for visibility but feel free to join <3
she was cold -- so cold -- her toes numb and her lips quivered with each wracking sob. the snow she curled in was sullied by clots of blood, the surface a mottled and faded red. occasionally she would shift with small cries, tenderly reorganizing her limbs in a new folded position as she hunched down into the snow. she had no energy to make herself a den - no rally to even crawl out from the open. the blood-loss and her inability to hunt rendered her positively incapable of sustaining herself.
she was aware that if she did not eat soon, and did not find shelter, that she would die.
she slept feverishly, and a chill had long since descended her. once or twice she had tried to call out for
@Laurel and even
@Xan, the latter she barely knew -- but every time she drew in enough breath for a howl, her voice choked from her throat in weak and feeble gasps.
she refused to look at her haunches, and she sobbed deeply for the loss of her tail. more than anything she wanted to dig herself a deep and endless hole, and bury herself in it -- only every movement caused deep pain, and she was fearful with each passing day an infection would consume her.
She arrived shortly after Xan. After a short moment in which she immediately wanted to shout, what did you do! she realised that Indra'd called for both her and Xan at the same time, so he couldn't possibly be the culprit. "Fuck!" she spat as she rushed to Indra's side and scooted down to the ground by her head. "In, what happened?" she asked and she started to lick Indra's face soothingly like a mother would wash their pups. She knew shit all about medic stuff, but she knew how to make In feel better, and that was about the best she could do right now.
"Don't just stand there, get a medic!" she shouted at Xan while she crawled closer to Indra, wrapping her forepaws round her sister's front with probably the most worried and vulnerable frown she'd ever had on her face.
u guys melting my heart 3
indra was dimly aware of a figure approaching -- she cowered immediately, pushing her muzzle deep into the slow as she closed her eyes and awaited death to come. but it didn't. instead she heard xan's familiar voice, and slowly she pulled her head from the burrowed snow and looked piteously upon him.
when laurel came, horror and concern painted clearly across her face, indra's sobbing rose anew to see her sister's vulnerable expression. she trembled in the snow and turned her head weakly to her sibling, trying to reciprocate laurel's gentle kisses with feeble laps of her own.
"i-i'm cold." she shuddered, her voice hoarse with pain.
"he wanted to eat me," she cried, trying to worm her way under laurel as pain and sobs wracked her body. she was still in shock; her voice was thick and almost slurred, and tremors razed her small body.
Her altar's preparations are slow, but she does not mind. Proper ablutions take time and she will not skimp in the quality of her offerings simply because winter limits her choices. And her daily routine brings back a sense of normalcy that cements her decision to follow the portent. This is not such a bad life for a sinner.
Her meditations are broken by a howl summoning her; the sound is frantic and she rouses herself with more quickness than she'd usually grant. The scene as she comes upon it is grisly and it takes a moment for her to process more than blood and despair
(a flash of something deeply buried: shocked, wounded silver eyes, tufts of fur in the field, the taste of blood --)
Instinct is something easy to fall into. Poet descends to the girl's side, opposite the other tending to her, and looks at Xan, eyes bright and clear in a way they've not been in months. "What's caused this?" She asks, voice brisk, and then softer, to the girl, "may I examine you? I won't touch without permission."
Laurel waited impatiently while Xan called, the worried frown on her face while she bathed Indra in licks. She received some in return, causing a weak smile to tug at her lips. Indra feeling cold was probably a bad sign and she looked at Xan with a do something! face, but there was nothing he could do either. He asked what her attacker looked like, a thing Laurel thought stupid and unnecessary at the time but that she would be grateful for later.
Some other wolf arrived and Laurel looked up at them with a worried frown. She nosed Indra's cheek and whispered softly, "It's okay, you're safe," hoping it would encourage her to let the medic take a look at her.
last post for me, feel free to PP indra (you can also PP her in other posts if you want)! i figure if we all reply, that'll be enough to archive for the pack's needed threads? thanks for the thread<3<3
a shudder rose unbidden in her spine as they gathered around her. she was distinctly aware of their presence, but her vision swam as she tried to uphold them in her gaze. an unfamiliar figure slid across her vision, sharp-faced among a sea of swimming hues. she nodded stiffly at the slender apparition's inquest, and tried to speak:
"i was at the plains where the buffalos were." she fumbled, almost incoherent:
"he was black with white patches and orange eyes." thinking of him brought cries anew to her throat and she buried her head deep into laurel's chest and spoke no longer.
A slight nod is all she gets in response but the girl seems to be barely holding on as is. She grimaces, feeling a flash of anger at the slurred description. It does not take much to paint a picture of what might have happened. She hesitates at Xan's question, glancing between the woman still by her side and the leader. The girl has lost enough blood that she's concerned to move her much, but leaving her out in the cold is hardly ideal. Poet licks her lips, an anxious tic, and says, "we should move her somewhere safe and pack the wound with clean snow."
It's at least a start, and Poet moves to carry the girl, assuming assistance from Xan and the other. Her mind races, trying to think of what they'll be able to find quickly in this weather: marigold dies with frost but perhaps she can find some poppy ... "I might have some poppy stored," she murmurs, glancing at the others, "but if you have any cache or know of someone close by who might, that would be helpful."
my last too, then -- feel free to wrap it up with a fade with your next post, E! :) you may assume Laurel did whatever necessary/asked to help Indra.
Laurel looked up at the medic, hoping that she actually had any clue what the fuck she was doing. The worried frown never ceased as she bathed Indra in licks and listened absentminded to the description she gave.
"Don't worry, we'll kill him for what he did," Laurel said in a soothing voice as she stayed close to Indra. She looked at the medic as they instructed to move Indra. Laurel helped where necessary, and nodded absently as the medic mentioned having poppy or whatever (knowing nothing about herbs, she had no clue what this even meant) and would help wherever needed.
With help they carry the torn body to relative safety, where Poet packs the wound with freshly collected snow. She is not a medic but she does her best, and if a murmured prayer escapes under breath, no one need know the origin. The wound is bad but survivable, and after leaving basic instructions on cleansing for the others, Poet makes her way to see if she can obtain any small amount of poppy for the girl's pain.