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Post by Quickbow on Oct 17, 2006 20:41:05 GMT -5
**Quickbow was an injured beast, beaten down from his exhausting spar with the otter, Tritan. He was glad to finally reach the healing tent, and was eager for his many wounds to be fixed up, and fast. The hare could be slightly over-dramatic, but he truly believed that this was a serious reason to go to the fabled tent, the blood trickling slowly down his green, dusty habit. As Quickbow approached the tent, he made a slow nod to the guard, hanging his head low. He was still slightly upset that he had been defeated in such easy fashion, and promised to himself that it would never happen again. As he limped to the healer, he muttered out pained words.**
I sprained my ankle, and my paw is bleeding. May you please fix me up?
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Oct 22, 2006 15:22:34 GMT -5
Jamie Sareem walks into the medical tent, rain covering her cloak like a thousand sparkling diamonds. Cumulonimbus clouds hang over the trees, rain and lightning sheeting across the sky. Taking her brown cloth medical kit from her right shoulder, Jamie sets it by her paws. A loud crash rings across the valley, the sky lighting up from the strike. Removing her damp cloak, she reveals a drenched lavender shirt with black pants, fish scale boots, and a snakeskin belt. Her pendant of an otter head clanks against her chest, leaving a reverberation raging through her body. Sitting cross legged, Jamie also takes a scroll and leafs through the different varieties of compresses and poultices.
She looks up as Quickbow enters, and listens as he says what ails him. Standing up, she nods to him and walks over. "You need help?"
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Post by Quickbow on Oct 22, 2006 15:37:17 GMT -5
**The hare smiles, amazed at the question. Why would he be there if he did not need help?**
No, I went here to admire the bally scenery. Of course I need help!
**Quickbow grimaces from the ever-growing, sharp jolts, echoing through his tendons like a repeated stabbing of tiny knives.**
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Oct 22, 2006 15:40:10 GMT -5
Rose/Raiden -- I'm seeing too many one-liners and posts that are close to one-liners here. Perhaps you could add in some more action, some thoughts that run through your character's head. You can build up a long thought process in an amazingly short amount of time IC, and it adds character and depth to your post. You might want to type your post on a word processor, to correct grammar and spelling properly. In fact, that's how I write most of my longer posts. OOC: I don't usually do long... I'm more of a shy person IRL, and it shows in my RPing. Usually my long posts have Sue/Stu aspects, and even G-moding. My sense of imposibility is different to what is considered the norm; I'm mentally unbalenced. Too much Trauma in life... Family going for the long sleep, and my parents splitting up 2 or 3 years ago... But yeah, I'll try... BIC: Okey Aster.
**Moving over to Tritan, Rose began to finish the sewing in Tritan's ear, alibet slowly so as not to cause too much dis-comfort to the otter.**
Soon have you fixed up Tritan.
I hope...
**Re-bukeing herself for acting too much like Raiden, Rose's mind was soon calmed. All her worries about severe injuries were soon gone but not forgotten. She didn't want to have another patiant's life on her paws.**
Almost... There you go... Done.
**Rose's skill with the needle was rather adept. She only pricked herself a half dozen times.**
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Post by Jeryl Tanneir on Nov 4, 2006 14:02:33 GMT -5
*Jeryl padded into the tent, shaking dirt and leaves out of her cloak - she seemed to have had a run-in with a tree or bush. The sea otter glanced around hopefully, but saw no-one who needed her help. The small otter sat in a corner, digging things out of her satchel, and occasionally brushing leaves off things. She then relaxed, reading through a scroll and humming distantly to herself, a single orange leaf left, unnoticed, on her right shoulder.*
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Tritan
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Post by Tritan on Nov 5, 2006 13:38:50 GMT -5
*Tritan tried hard to forget the fact that a cold piece of insensitive metal was sticking out of his ear and concentrated hard on a fly which was buzzing around. It almost worked, apart from the fact that the fly landed on his ear and he swatted at his ear, while Rose was working at it. He let out a muffled yowl of pain and lay back down, closing his eyes and unsuccessfully trying to glare at his ear. He moved his gaze to Shawn, which had hit him earlier and slitted his eyes as if to say, I'll get back at you for that one. He looked at Rose hopefully.*
Almost... There you go... Done.
Yes!
*He reared up, suddenly rediscovering the pain in his side and laying back down.*
Oooooooouch...
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Asphodel and Henna
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Post by Asphodel and Henna on Nov 7, 2006 17:36:55 GMT -5
OOC: Hello, Aster? Do you mind if Henna comes in here? Anyone have a good suggestion for how I could bring her in? Thanks for your time. =)
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Post by Auburn, Lady Amber, and Saneth on Nov 7, 2006 20:46:16 GMT -5
OOC: Here's a random idea that just popped up: maybe say that Henna heard Tritan's croes of pain and rushed in to discover what was hapenning
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Post by Rowan Sorriven & Jamie Sareem on Nov 8, 2006 7:17:49 GMT -5
Jamie smiles at the hares humor and stands up. Swiftly walking over to the hare, she takes his paw and leads him over to a cot of sorts. Helping him to lay down on it, she clears her throat. "So, where is the pain Quickbow? I'm not psychic of course or I would be a seer for a vermin warlord."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 11, 2006 19:53:42 GMT -5
I'm just going to get some herbs for a poultace Aster. Be back quickly.
**Rose left the tent to gather the ingrediants she needed. Time would pace, but the amber-eyed fox maid would never return to the tent. She would never be seen again, least ways not alive.**
EDIT: OOC: Yes I've killed her off. Sorry, but that's who I was going to kill off to make room for another alt... I liked her, but I never really had much oppertunity to RP with her...
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Post by Mary Narai on Dec 6, 2006 0:57:31 GMT -5
OOC: Yo, Aster, where are you? Jeez, your even more inactive then I am, and that's saying something. : ) Kidding, honest.
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Socatoa
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 10, 2006 11:03:02 GMT -5
*Socatoa walks in, glancing around nervously...* G'day, I'm Socatoa, Here to lend a paw if need be. I'm a healer.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Dec 10, 2006 20:42:18 GMT -5
**Song walkedc shyly over to Socatoa and smiled.** Me too. 'cept, I'm Songwind.
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Post by Socatoa on Dec 13, 2006 16:43:23 GMT -5
* Soca nods at the squirrel with a fake smile.* G'day Songwind..
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Dec 13, 2006 20:07:50 GMT -5
**Song looked around, wondering if anyone needed her.**
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