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Happiness is a warm gun - Rosalyn - January 28, 2016
for anyone who wants to thread with her since she's back!
After Vlad set her up in her quaint little hovel (read: literal hole in the ground), Rosalyn mostly slept. It was fevered and restless sometimes, and other times, so deep it seemed like she'd already passed on. Her body ran hot to fight off infection, though whether that would be enough had yet to be determined (and depending on Starr's mood might come down to dice >>).
Today she'd managed to drag herself out of the hole and onto the grass nearby, aching for sun and ignoring the biting wind that came with it. She'd tried to nap, but sleep wouldn't come. So instead she lay there staring at the trees, pain burning through her. Where was her (totally not certified) doctor? She wasn't sure what he'd gotten from his fancy-mouthed friend, but whatever it was, she could use a hit a few hour ago. Drugs now plz.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Vlad - January 29, 2016
Vlad had done one better. Against all odds and despite his Marmite charms, he had managed to enlist the services of Donnelaith's senior healer - perhaps even the best in the known Wilds. He guided the ebony woman and her son through the Monolith Forest, chatting animatedly about the state of Rosalyn's menny beeg hole. By the time they reached the russet girl, laying still and in pain on a patch of grass just outside her make-shift hospital bed, Vlad had offered the Mayfairs several thousand times the amount of creb he could ever hope to catch. He would do his best, though.
"Thees Rose-ar-leen," the Russian introduced, scampering to his injured pack-mate's side. "Vlad meck find so gud healing wulf," he whispered / dribbled into his pack-mate's soft ear, each guttural word thick with relief.
Tagging @Blue Willow and @Casmir! Hope this is OK - following on from the thread with Lasher.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Blue Willow - January 30, 2016
Lasher was right to assume that Blue would not part with her herbal remedies without a reason. It was not because of selfishness, but rather for fear that they would not be used properly. The thought of a wolf eating to much and dying because of it, it made her ill. So she always made sure to do the healing when she could, if the wolf or wolves in question didn't understand about herbs. She had been unsure what was wrong with the she wolf i nquestion, other than she was hurting. Blue carried American Licorice in her maw for fever, and it could also be applied on any wounds, and it wasn't as bad tasting as some things she had. She also carried with her Lavender for calming and to ease any pain. These herbs wouldn't last long. She assumed that Casmir also carried bits, but she would need to possibly return if she coudln't heal the she wolf in a day or two's time.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Caiaphas - January 31, 2016
phas cameo - skip over me in future posts though!
she had come as soon as she had gathered her wares -- from the dry bed in the grotto she extracted various desiccated kelps. some would be helpful -- some would not. she had seen rosalyn languish in the small pit earlier and even from a distance it was apparent the sorry state the rosy wolf was in. caiaphas was no healer -- and if she had been entrusted with rosalyn's care we could assume the result would be disastrous. for now she hung out of the way, though she brought what little kelp she had available that may be of use.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Casmir - January 31, 2016
Casmir was grateful and altogether too pleased to leave the borders of Donnelaith and pad after his mother, even if his jaws were stuffed uncomfortably full of greenery. in silence they followed the weird man from the borders to a twisted grotto on the beach -- the scents of unknown wolves touched his nares, causing the boy's hackles to raise briefly.
however, the tang of blood was here among the odor of salt and brine -- Cas cupped his ears forward as his mother swept toward the invalid with her usual no-nonsense demeanour, eyes widening at the rents ripped in her body. he didn't know how she wasn't dead, to be honest. their odd escort hovered close, and when he turned, he saw a small she-wolf standing nearby, a foreign plant held in her jaws. to her the boy gave a small wave of his tail before he turned his attention back to his mother.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Rosalyn - January 31, 2016
Feel free to skip over her too, she's just gonna kinda chill here <3
Her secluded little infirmary (again, hole in the ground) was quickly fated to turn into a party, not that Roz was in much a state to notice. She was out of it, and honestly probably wouldn't have batted an eye Vlad had brought the entirety of this fancy-wolf's pack back with him.
Arleen? Slow on the uptake, she took this to be a name to put to whoever the heck had come along with Vlad. They were behind her, so she tried to look over her shoulder to see what an Arleen was and why they were closing in.
The quick movement brought the blood roaring to her ears, and she blinked at the sudden fuzziness. "Arleen, what..." the question started, but wouldn't be finished, as suddenly lights clicked out, and her chin hit the ground with a teeth-clicking whump. Possibly not the worst thing in the world - likely she'd make a better patient senseless than not.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Caoimhe - February 01, 2016
A vaguely familiar scent brought her here, and Caoimhe moved from forest to oceanfront in record time. But she was met not with the face she had expected, and upon arrival she wheeled around. Her eyes fell to each individual, and her eyes widened with interest as she noted herbs coming from the lips of the wolf of Donnelaith. Caoimhe decided belatedly to draw nearer after that, knowing of herbs and treatments from home. It had been a requirement; she and her sisters were raised in a house of learning doctors to be healers, as their mother had been.
The sight of Rosalyn, a wolf she had never met, was enough to make one sick. It was clear she had been through some serious incident. Caoimhe did not pale or withdraw upon noticing this. Caoimhe hadn't experienced a healing to this degree, but was eager to watch and learn. What the leader had brought Caoimhe was not sure how to regard; she had never dealt with seaweed in her time as a medic apprentice, as she and those she had run with were solely forest dwellers. Caoimhe kept her head bowed and did what she could to keep out of the way, slipping closer on her belly to get a better look.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Vlad - February 02, 2016
Shall we say no posting order for this? Just post when it makes sense? :D Then @Blue Willow can do her bizniz and we won't dawdle. Danni feel free to fast forward with a little narrative about the doctoring process!
Vlad scooted out of the way, leaving the space between Blue Willow and her patient free to be used in whatever way was required. Between them, she and Casmir carried more lotions and potions than the Russian had ever seen in one place. Caoimhe and even Caiaphas made appearances, the latter carrying something brown, dried, and smelly in her mouth. Vlad assumed turds (presumably to fling at their visitors, should anything go awry), but was pleasantly surprised to find upon investigating that the esteemed lady of the cave was contributing to the medicinal cabinet at Blue's disposal. "Bleckface," Vlad exclaimed in his most 'inside' of voices, having scurried over to peer at what @Caiaphas had brought. "So sweeting wulf being you thees day - meck you falling down cleef, heet head?" It was plenty evident from his tone that Vlad was joking; clearly he thought this a better strategy than offering Caiaphas a big, sloppy kiss.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Blue Willow - February 06, 2016
What type of wounds does she have exactly? I'm sorry I have been dealing with three sick kids, a sick husband and the stomach flu had me down for about two days, but sickness in this household for going on nie two weeks
Blue couldn't tell immediately what all was wrong with the girl, but she needed cleaned that was for certain. She sighed this was going to be a long painful, angry process. She slid forward and lay her herbs down and motioned for Casmir to do the same it was obvious that the girl was unaware of what was going on around her. But Blue spoke to her just the same, but as she spoke she also looked to the leader and the male that had brought her, for their permission to continue.. Hello there. I'm Blue Willow. I'm sorry that you are so hurt. I will do my best to heal you. I need some salt water if we can have it, the water from the ocean? These wounds need cleaned. I also if there is infection I am going to have to rip open the wounds to let the puss out. This is going to be a painful ordeal, my dear, but hopefully with the right herbs and some tender loving care which you already seem to be getting you'll be fine. Can I have your permission to continue?
Blue didn't want to just jump in adn start pushing and prodding and ripping things open. She wanted the girl to know that she was going to hurt her, but not on purpose.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Rosalyn - February 07, 2016
no worries love!
She got mauled by mr Shardul, so mostly just claws and teeth to her sides/back/neck. Nothing super specific!
Feel free to pp her as much as you like/need <3
She got mauled by mr Shardul, so mostly just claws and teeth to her sides/back/neck. Nothing super specific!
Feel free to pp her as much as you like/need <3
If Rosalyn was aware, and knew what the healer needed to do, she would've been glad she had fallen senseless before. As it was, she had no idea she'd been adressed, and metaphorical birdies continued circling. Someone else would need to speak consent for her.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Caiaphas - February 07, 2016
no post order works for me and don't wait on me for posts AKA skip over me!! phas in background basically
caiaphas had hoped none would witness her rare stroke of generosity -- unfortunately, nothing seemed to slip by unnoticed under vlad's glaring eye. she scowled as he wriggled over, nearly tripping over caoimhe in the process. she shot the two a scathing glare though not before imparting with a quick hiss -"shut. doing stuff." if she were able, she would have kicked him in the manner of some red wall villain. the dark wolf (blue willow) was given a cursory study before she departed -- heading towards the grotto. in there she had an old, desiccated gourd -- she intended to hold it under water and bring what little salt-water she was capable of back to the healer.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Casmir - February 08, 2016
"mom, i don't think she can answer," he stage-whispered, peering at the comedy playing out along the den wall. trying not to laugh, he arranged the leaves he had carried from donnelaith in front of blue willow and looked at the wounded she-wolf again. "what can we do?"
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Blue Willow - February 09, 2016
Blue smiled warmly at her son. I know Cas. It's just habit I suppose. She bent forward and sniffed her over, trying to discern what to do, the angry red claw marks along her back, neck and side were swollen, and some possibly puss filled. Yes this was going to hurt a lot.
She looked at Casmir and beginning immediately into the trade she loved she began t ospeak. Well first I'm going to have to rip the scabs off and clean the....it's going to messy and painful and I just might wake her up. I'm also going to have to keep a sharp eye on her so i don't send her into shock, she may actually already be in it. Then I'll put some licorice on it, leave some here for her to take and then we just watch.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Caoimhe - February 15, 2016
THINK ITS MY TURN???? smack me if im wrong!!!!!
Caoimhe watched as Caiaphas departed, likely to get the salt water this Willow spoke of. In the meantime, Caoimhe watched and observed, listening to the direction given from Blue to Casmir, the obvious son and inferior here between the two. Licorice, Willow had mentioned... a particular herb she did not know.
What will licorice do?Caoimhe piped from the background, wanting to learn, to assist when Blue Willow wasn't here. Would it ever be needed again? The spirits of nature were of no help to her near the shore. Perhaps if they were in the forest she could have asked for guidance... she would pray on this, yes, but not here, not before them all when she needed her attention to be sharp so that she would learn.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Vlad - February 18, 2016
I'll write some narrative here to push this along! :) This will be my last post unless tagged.
Caiaphas rejected him with her usual flare and fire. Judging by the laughter that trailed her, Vlad found it nothing short of delightful.
What remained of Blue Willow's visit to Saltwinter was less pleasant. Rosalyn was cleaned up to the best of the healer's ability, fading in and out of consciousness as her position on the pain scale changed under Blue's manipulations. Even Vlad grew silent, unable to carry on his flirtation with Caiaphas as the Donnelaith queen did her utmost to save their red girl.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Blue Willow - February 19, 2016
The girls question was met with a gentle tilt of green eyes and a small smile. She tilted back to her task and spoke through the gentle ministrations. Licorice will get rid of any fever, even if it just drips into her mouth. I can also put it on open wounds to help heal infection and pain. I also have the lavender to heal the pain, and if I put it near her nose the smell has a calming affect. Other than that I am afraid the rest is up to her.
Blue stuck to her task as hard as she could. Her heart breaking for the broken woman in front of her.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Casmir - February 27, 2016
tension grew in the little grotto as his mother worked over the redfurred woman. even the man with the boisterous, funny accent had stopped talking. Cas swallowed, his eyes flitting between the wounded wolf and his mother's focused features, though he glanced from time to the pretty female who seemed to take a vested interest in blue willow's work.
RE: Happiness is a warm gun - Caiaphas - March 11, 2016
wrapping up - slight PP if that is ok <3
caiaphas had departed once again when blue willow had taken the small offering of water -- and when she returned to rosalyn, it appeared blue willow and her dark shadow were both finishing up their care of the fiery-furred female. caiaphas extended a brief smile and a quiet "thank you." towards the duo as they rose to depart -- she would follow them quietly towards the borders to ensure safe passage and leave them to their own as they drew further from the strand.