January 14, 2020, 10:41 PM
<3 Thanks for starting! Poor sweet Charles D: Have a clumsy boy lol <3
Kaito worked within the Circle. Woven strands of reeds and water grass lay about him, some the product of his lesson with Arlette, most the result of his own tedious work. One end of each reed dangled free, while the other clung to the stick he'd selected from the plethora he'd gathered, tacked on by tree sap and left to dry.
He circled the contraption once, eyeing every piece of the splint, before the medic settled down, ruffled out his shoulders, and stretched his hind leg into careful position against the stick, with brow set and tongue wedging through the corner of his lips. He still had very little clue as to whether or not this would actually work, but wasn't that the nature of an experiment?
Kaito observed the splint once more, repositioned himself, and reached down to grab the unattached end of one of the reeds. A deep breath. Then, with the gentleness one might use to carry an infant, he began to wrap. Careful to pull tight, but not too hard, lest he break any of the materials in mid gesture. Careful, and the going went slow, passing the reed over one side, flicking the end out the other, only to collect up the strand on the other side, to repeat the motion again... and again... until there was nothing left of the reed to pass along, his leg fixed against the bark, and the free end more or less back to where it began.
Kaito bent down to press his snout against the reed, while with his forepaw, he reached out sideways to collect a smear of sap to stick the end of the reed to the edge of the bark. To seal the first bind...
The sound of footfalls flagged his attention. A rush of heat blazed through his chest - a momentary swallow of panic - and he scuttled to attention - scuttled, in the best way he could. His leg was bound, after all, held straight and stiff by the wooden limb he'd just tied himself to. And the splint, though flimsy, still did its job. He kicked out, and bent, with all his legs, and everything happened perfectly well with everything else, except that stick-bound leg.
Kaito lurched; the imbalance sent him careening backward. His eyes widened, and he gasped a loud, "Woah!" And, with as much grace as a falling penguin, he toppled over. Back a thumping on the snow, hind legs kicking up in the air, and breath fleeing his lungs in a final wheeze.
He circled the contraption once, eyeing every piece of the splint, before the medic settled down, ruffled out his shoulders, and stretched his hind leg into careful position against the stick, with brow set and tongue wedging through the corner of his lips. He still had very little clue as to whether or not this would actually work, but wasn't that the nature of an experiment?
Kaito observed the splint once more, repositioned himself, and reached down to grab the unattached end of one of the reeds. A deep breath. Then, with the gentleness one might use to carry an infant, he began to wrap. Careful to pull tight, but not too hard, lest he break any of the materials in mid gesture. Careful, and the going went slow, passing the reed over one side, flicking the end out the other, only to collect up the strand on the other side, to repeat the motion again... and again... until there was nothing left of the reed to pass along, his leg fixed against the bark, and the free end more or less back to where it began.
Kaito bent down to press his snout against the reed, while with his forepaw, he reached out sideways to collect a smear of sap to stick the end of the reed to the edge of the bark. To seal the first bind...
The sound of footfalls flagged his attention. A rush of heat blazed through his chest - a momentary swallow of panic - and he scuttled to attention - scuttled, in the best way he could. His leg was bound, after all, held straight and stiff by the wooden limb he'd just tied himself to. And the splint, though flimsy, still did its job. He kicked out, and bent, with all his legs, and everything happened perfectly well with everything else, except that stick-bound leg.
Kaito lurched; the imbalance sent him careening backward. His eyes widened, and he gasped a loud, "Woah!" And, with as much grace as a falling penguin, he toppled over. Back a thumping on the snow, hind legs kicking up in the air, and breath fleeing his lungs in a final wheeze.
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the voice you're hearing in the hall - by Charles - January 10, 2020, 05:05 AM
RE: the voice you're hearing in the hall - by Kaito - January 14, 2020, 10:41 PM
RE: the voice you're hearing in the hall - by Charles - January 21, 2020, 05:41 AM