July 27, 2016, 12:07 PM
With her attack on the bear had come her ascent in the ranks, though as Ayla saw it, it had only been so because of her lapse in attention. Her mind returned to the event with every twinge of her wounds, though these had been few in the past few days. Her tail hung shorter than it should have, her shoulder a mess of pink lines slowly fading. She was no healer, though attended to them daily, and thus all but one had healed fairly well. The deep gash along her side had been healing well, but had been reopened a week ago in her sleep. Now it was inflamed, smaller than it had been, but the cut was quite obviously infected.
She had contemplated trying the effects of various herbs on her side, but knew of no herbs that would help and did not want to accidently poison herself. Today, ignoring the worrying wound on her side, she had made her way out of the tunnels, away from the den she had chosen from herself, and lopped at a slow pace along the packlands, testing her wounds. Her shoulder held up just fine, though her scabbed over stomach wound occasionally twinged from the stretch she had accidently reopened.
The infection was not too bad, but permitted to fester, she doubted she would be as lucky as to continue healing normally. As this was the first time out of the tunnels in quite a while, Ayla stayed away from the scents of her packmates, wanting to simply be alone with her thoughts. But the scent of another, male, intrigued her, and the nymph trod lightly in that direction.
He was marking the borders, and the nymph's gaze fell to his form as she approached. Her eyes travelled along him unabashed, noting with an odd flutter in her chest the apple green eyes and chiselled features. She approached slowly, catching a whiff of Charley's scent, then feeling more confident, fell into step alongside him. Her brilliant blue eyes flickered briefly to his, then she dropped her gaze again. "Hello. Are you new here?" she asked in her lilting tone, soft words slipping from her maw like falling leaves.
She had contemplated trying the effects of various herbs on her side, but knew of no herbs that would help and did not want to accidently poison herself. Today, ignoring the worrying wound on her side, she had made her way out of the tunnels, away from the den she had chosen from herself, and lopped at a slow pace along the packlands, testing her wounds. Her shoulder held up just fine, though her scabbed over stomach wound occasionally twinged from the stretch she had accidently reopened.
The infection was not too bad, but permitted to fester, she doubted she would be as lucky as to continue healing normally. As this was the first time out of the tunnels in quite a while, Ayla stayed away from the scents of her packmates, wanting to simply be alone with her thoughts. But the scent of another, male, intrigued her, and the nymph trod lightly in that direction.
He was marking the borders, and the nymph's gaze fell to his form as she approached. Her eyes travelled along him unabashed, noting with an odd flutter in her chest the apple green eyes and chiselled features. She approached slowly, catching a whiff of Charley's scent, then feeling more confident, fell into step alongside him. Her brilliant blue eyes flickered briefly to his, then she dropped her gaze again. "Hello. Are you new here?" she asked in her lilting tone, soft words slipping from her maw like falling leaves.
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RE: forelsket - by Ayla - July 27, 2016, 12:07 PM
RE: forelsket - by Nico - July 28, 2016, 01:47 AM