Moonstone Quarry good job, dagger

like a pallid rat, buffalo knew the quarry only for its glint of moonstones. their glow he coveted — it was the idea of them that drew the bloodstained wraith to its edge once more. the pale man chose careful steps along the stone ridge until he discovered the slope inward.
a tuneless hum droned in buffalo's throat as he paused to drink in the sight of the half-buried stones, choosing already within his mind the ones that would be liberated from their earthen beds. but here a tight breath. the madman turned with an almost comical expression of surprise on his bloody countenance. two-toned eyes regarded the downed coyote-thing, and buffalo clucked his tongue with faux chastisement.
"now look what you gone and done, martha," he muttered, drawing closer beneath his conversational tone. "did you hit your head?"

RE: good job, dagger - Daggerjaw - April 15, 2018

Dagger was drifting somewhere on the clouds, lost in pain, wondering how long it would be before she died, when she heard a sound floating towards her. “Martha?” she wheezed, questioningly. “It’s Daggerjaw, ya dumb cousin.” Actually, Dagger had no idea if this was a wolf or a coywolf. She called them “cousin” because she assumed only a dumb wolf would call her by a name that wasn’t hers. But the act of talking had drained her of energy and she now lay completely slumped on the ground, her eyes closed. Had she more energy, she might have attempted to get away from the wolf, but she was in too much pain. Once again, her mind wandered in the clouds.

RE: good job, dagger - Buffalo - April 16, 2018

"mm, no, you're martha," buffalo tittered at martha's insistence she was someone called daggerjaw. cousin? his sharp gaze traveled along the detailing of the downed mutt's flanks and shoulders; buffalo's lips skinned back from his teeth in a horrible grin. "well, how 'bout that, martha. martha the halfbreed!" the madman hollered, prancing nearer until he could thrust his muzzle into her personal space.
"are you dead?" buffalo whispered in a waver, blinking rapidly as he drew away. byll. byll byll byll byll — she would know what to do. "hey, sis," the bedlamite muttered to no one in particular. "i think i killed martha."

RE: good job, dagger - Daggerjaw - April 16, 2018

‘Are you dead?’ was what brought Daggerjaw out of her second bout of half-consciousness. She jerked awake with a snarl but the white menace had already pranced away and was talking now to the air. Daggerjaw was lying helpless beside a fucking madman, clearly. What to do, what to do? Well, she certainly didn’t want to get torn apart by an insane wolf if she could help it… Maybe she could distract him. “Hey, cousin,” she called weakly. “I think your… sister… wants you to go find me some herbs for this pain in my side. Ain’t that right, other cousin?” Here, her yellow eyes wandered over to… somewhere next to the white male, as if looking to another wolf nearby. Please go away, please go away.

RE: good job, dagger - Buffalo - April 21, 2018

buffalo stared between martha's lemony eyes and the empty space alongside himself. "byll?" he murmured in disbelief, two-toned gaze widening. "is that so?" letting out his breath in a polite little gasp, buffalo gathered himself to his feet. "i'll go and fetch them right away! we can't let martha suffer."
his voice had begun to hang heavy with sarcasm; at length he tittered and stropped vigorously at the ground with his forepaws. "you can't see my sister, you ninny." he swept his lips with a tongue that continued to loll from parted jaws, until the man saw fit to go on. "i know how i look, dagger, but i'm really a swell guy. and good with herbs." buffalo's chest puffed a bit as he tooted his proverbial horn, gaze sliding to the downed coywolf to gauge her reaction.

RE: good job, dagger - Daggerjaw - May 21, 2018

If he gets angry, PP is allowed, but no killing or serious maiming (gouging eyes/breaking bones/etc.)

Okay, Daggerjaw’s patience with this dude was just about up. “Listen, you crazy wolf!” she hissed, unable to take a large enough breath to yell due to the pain that she was in. “I don’t know why you’re here or what you plan on doing to me, but just get it over with and then leave me in peace, will ya? Or heal me, or whatever! Just stop talking to invisible wolves, ya fuckin’ lunatic!” This could end up being a terrible idea, insulting a full-blooded wolf while she was on the ground and unable to defend herself, but she just wanted this wolf from hell to leave. Any care for her personal safety had gone away about a minute ago when he’d brought in his sarcastic tone of voice. She’d just have to see how he took her insults now…

RE: good job, dagger - Buffalo - June 04, 2018

noted! what are her injuries currently?

buffalo hooted a low spurt of laughter to himself, settling himself down with intense interest. his two-toned stare speared the downed wolfess until she had finished shouting in his direction. "no need to go all to pieces, martha." the man worried his lip between fangtips, then parted his jaws in a sharklike grin. "just sit tight. i'll be back." with another trill of maddened tittering, buffalo swept off.
he returned some time later, mouth stuffed comfortably with herbs. spitting them into a moist green pile alongside the woman's head, buffalo hovered over her, muzzle searching rudely for breaks or blood. "don't see nothin' yet," he muttered, "but let's go ahead and get you on that blissful soul train." he riffled through the pile, extending a tiny sachet of poppyseeds to the invalid. "take a few of these. gonna make you feel real nice."