pride and pain

Vesper · 11-06-2011, 11:11 PM

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Unconscious people are boring. D< Sorry for the crappy post. xD

Vesper was unfamiliar with luperci healing, but she did not protest as the bandages were wrapped around her deep wounds. She winced once, but she did her best to cooperate as the small, grey-brown man lifted her. Had she been any stronger than she was, she might have snapped at him and demanded to walk herself—but she needed this, she knew, and she lay still as possible in his arms. The fact that she was slipping in and out of consciousness helped, and she barely was able to take note of where they were going.

She was awake for only part of the time as the half-jackal went to work on her. She winced at the tug of the stitches and inhaled the more familiar scent of the poultice, lulling her back into sleep. She had no dreams, though she didn’t think she had the time to.

Sniffing the air, Vesper finally lifted her head and glanced at the man. A sweet herby scent pervaded the air, making her much calmer than she normally would have been, awakening in bandages and stitches, in dull pain from some of the worst injuries of her life.

“Thank you,” the coywolf said, her voice cool but not cold. She did not know what else to say, what else needed to be said. He had saved a stranger, presumably had brought her into the clan’s territory. What he would do with her once she was well enough to be out and about again, she did not know, but that wasn’t important for the moment.

“You’re…of Inferni.” The obvious statement was almost whispered. “Can I have your name?”

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