This was the most still she'd ever seen the gray and gold Cotl, and the silver-furred Centurion assumed it took quite a lot of effort for the male to remain in such a pose for so long. He was always moving, twitching, shouting, cursing—it hardly bothered Kaena, but it was a little disconcerting to find him so still under her touch. Then again, he understood this art better than she did, and he certainly appreciated the need for the "patient" to be quite still during the whole process. Movement caused mistakes, slips, jagged lines, and so forth. The silver-furred hybrid wanted this to be quite good work; she would not disappoint Cotl.
His artistic skill made him a wonderful candidate for his Immunes rank; with such a creative mind and imagination Cotl was sure to find his duties easy to perform. Inferni was not so hard to decorate for, anyhow. They mostly demanded skulls to be painted and tattoos to be given. Warpaint might be interesting, if they ever got into an all-out brawl with another clan. Certainly it would help to strike fear into their enemies' hearts with the sight of the Inferni coyotes all painted up in red like blood and black like shadow.
It was not as if Kaena could not appreciate watching a good fight; if she had lived in the ancient times she would have been one to attend the games at the Coliseum quite often, cheering and roaring for the blood to spray across the sand. The silvery Centurion thrived on violence; it had been a part of her life for longer than she could remember. Her whole life seemed to be a procession of events leading from bad to worse and back to bad again; there was no golden age of Kaena Lykoi, no pax romana for her.
His answer was encouraging, and the silvery hybrid's crooked and twisted smile appeared on her scarred muzzle. He complimented her with perfection, something that Kaena Lykoi strived for at all times. The hybrid listened carefully at his next words, for this was something she had never done before. Sterilization? Germs? Infections? Such things were almost entirely foreign to Kaena, and it was quite a wonder that she had not killed any of her clients thus far. Grinning sheepishly, she had to ask: "Disinfectant prevents infections? You can use it on wounds?" she queried, looking practically mystified. One must understand—up until some months ago, Kaena's idea of caring for her wounds simply involved a dip into salt water. Naniko's healing herbs, long gone as they were, were a huge step forward.
She paused a moment for an answer, grabbing the tools and setting then on front of herself. The hybrid peered over each of them curiously, first dousing the male's shaved patch with a spray from the bottle, using the cloth to wipe it very nearly dry. It smelled rather potent and powerful, and the hybrid could hardly believe something that smelled so caustic could be of actual use in preventing infections. It would have helped Kaena to understand that bacteria caused infections, but she did not know what a bacteria was, only that they were a potential cause of turning the water of the lake at the center of Arachnea's Revenge a bright, fluorescent blue.
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