Redsand Canyon Her lips are devil red

She did as she was told like a good girl, lying in the pleasant water. The witchdoctor watched as rivulets of blood came from her crusted over wounds with fascination before giving a small chuckle. She would learn that there were worse things than dying but not today, there was..ore pain to be had than the damage she suffered.

"I would not be to sure of that," if I were you. Her voice still sweet and smooth as she then pressed on the wounds that were in bad shape, her tongue sinking into play as she tested those that were infected. This would help her work with a lean slate but it would also reopen ones that would not caused Nyra to have a good time.

"This last part will be your least favorite, this will hurt." The healer spoke gently before asking her to lower the eye in the water, when she complied she would lick and prod until the wound was free of the yellow liquid. When finished her tightly curled tail shofte to and fro in comfort, "I am sorry about that..."