The snow white damsel found herself by the lake's edge early that morning, scarcely able to sleep. Quietly, she wondered when the knight-to-be would come find her and arrange their picnic, but since the idea came about she had worried over small details about the day when it arrived. The large, enchanting lake seemed to be a refuge, and so decided to walk along the edge of the riverbank before light's first gaze over the mountains. Her lithe form was adorned with a light pink dress, with white accent, still awaiting its finishing touches by her own hands. It was unfinished work she wore, and the pale girl hoped to finish it before the planned outing.
A soft blowing wind caressed her and the companion that currently traveled in her satchel, tied around her waist, his head peeking sleepily out. Her eyes gazed into her reflection in the water as the air settled, stopping to think and occasionally look out into the horizon. The voyage was to find the perfect set of flowers for her hair, which currently only had a few swirly ribbons pinning up her dark auburn hair. Pieces that were left down, or ventured free from their tie, framed her small, dreamy face.
Giselle kept traipsing along, the small train of her unfinished dress lagging behind. The grass crinkled under her light step, following the lake's edge until she came upon a bleating noise. Eyes widening, the noise took 'Elle away from her thoughts, and curiously she followed the noise towards the woods, away from the large expanse of water. The noise grew louder, until the sounds became more violent sounding, and almost desperate. Giselle paused for a moment, and looked down at her stoat, as curious as she was about the commotion. In low speech, she squeaked down at him. "Oh my goodness. Tux, would you be so kind~?"
She didn't have to finish her question, for her companion knew what she meant. Her brave companion leaped from her bag and scouted out ahead, and when Giselle thought she heard screaming, she picked up her dress and picked up her pace. "Tux?" The young girl asked, pushing past brush to come upon an old fenced cottage, long since inhabited. Powder blue eyes drank in the scene, but what concerned her the most were a pair of goats being attacked by a bobcat. The chocolate stoat weaved his way past the fence and dashed into the scene, already attempting to save the hoofed creatures.
"Oh, be careful!" The dark haired girl warned, but in desperation she looked around for anything she could find to help chase off the predator. Giselle bent down to pick up a fairly large stick, and picked her way around a broken part of the red fence. "Shoo, get away from them!" She threatened the bobcat, swinging the stick threateningly. The Dreamer damsel had no wish to hurt the bobcat, but scare him away. A series of cat hisses, stoat shrills, and goat bleats filled the air, until Giselle had managed to chase off the bobcat, but at a price.
The mother goat had been protecting her young calf, paid the price of protection with her life. In all the movement and raucous, the bobcat received a few wounds, but had managed to escape into the forest and dragging the mother goat with it. Tux, his fur stained with blood of his own and both types of creatures, panted heavily, and Giselle tossed the stick aside and looked down at the baby goat. Her eyes were clouded with tears, upset that she could not save its mother, but the young woman felt her heart breaking when she saw that the young goat's back leg was wounded. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry.." She spoke soothingly to the baby goat, who could do nothing but lie there and call for its mother, still scared of the strangers that approached. "Help! Anyone, help us!" The girl cried into the air, unsure of what to do. "Y-you poor thing.." She choked through her tears, knowing she couldn't leave the young animal alone. Quickly, yet gently the Dreamer picked the creature up, and began to make her way towards the worn cottage.
Yay new table! Also this is perfect since Cambi has been becoming quite font of the goats! Sorry, this post is kinda blah : /
It was a lovely day and Cambria had ventured out of the mansion to walk around and see if she could find any fresh medicinal plants nearby. She wasn't particularly low on anything at the moment, but it was always better to be oversupplied than under. Besides, it was so nice out and the Marino really did need to get out more. After the run-in with Keese she had spent far too much of her time sequestered securely in the room she shared with Mati. She still had no desire to leave the lands claimed by Crimson Dreams, but that still gave her lots of land to explore and plenty of people to meet. The Medicus knew there had to be members of the pack she did not yet know and she needed to be better about introducing herself. Cambi wanted the Dreamers to know who she was and to come to her if they ever needed her services. It was why she had chosen the path that she had.
As she walked around the lake she heard a commotion up ahead and stopped briefly, her heart suddenly pounding in her ears. Whatever was going on, it did not sound good. Could an intruder have made it this far into the pack's lands? Could it be the horrible man with the yellow eyes who drank in the sight of her body so lustfully? The thought made Cambria shiver. But then the noises died down and then...a call for help. Frightened as she still was of what had just occurred ahead of her, she could not ignore someone who needed help. The cocoa wolf rushed forward and he satchel beat against her thigh with her hurried steps. Tallermein's Cottage came into view and she saw the back of a slim woman who had something in her arms. Cambria continued forward, her breath came nearly in pants. "Hello? You called for help? What happened?" The Aedile looked on with concern as she tried to piece the situation together.
WC: 532. It's so fluffy I'm gonna die! :d Also, you should totally correct me if I'm getting the interior of this place all wrong.
The weak sounds from the injured baby goat were overpowered by Giselle's tears, that fell onto the goat's blood-matted fur. She did not know what to do, but at least the bobcat was gone. The pale princess had not even noticed Tux's wounded leg, either, though it wasn't half as bad as the baby the young woman carried in her arms. With the stoat limping behind, the Fantasia girl took the injured yearling into the old, worn down barn.
It was the smell of hay that first hit her, a musk odor that only meant this place was unused. Loose wooden planks provided sunlight from the outside, but the burst of sunshine came from the large wooden doors, swung open by the young woman. Tears clouded her vision, unable to see much but for a pile of soft hay bundled in a corner. Striding towards it, the woman gently set the goat down, inspecting its injury for the first time. The leg was mangled, and covered in blood. The eyes of the young goat were wide with fear, and it breaths came hard. Giselle leaned back, the front part of her dress stained in the animal's blood - but at the moment she did not care. All that mattered was the baby goat.
Then a voice appeared, like an angel that had come to the call of distress. The young woman sniffled, feeling fresh new tears hit her eyes as she stood up, and watched a woman running towards her. "Over h-here, oh, please he-lp~!" She called, forgetting that her chocolate and cream companion had finally stumbled into the old place, and laid down within the doorway. He squeaked in pain, but it was not enough for the ivory girl to hear. Tux was brave, and tried to be strong, and so would not make more noise for his caretaker to worry about. It seemed that she had enough on her mind as it was.
When the dark colored female appeared, the angel that seemed to grant Giselle's wish, the girl managed a weak smile on her own face, but it vanished as quick as the wind. The young goat bleated once more, and her powder-blue eyes softened, and filmed over with tears again. Attempting to find her own voice, the mahogany haired girl choked out towards the other woman. "A b-bobcat... attacked. The.. mother.. sh-sh-she's gone. Oh, p-please.. don't die," she pleaded with the young goat, its blood beginning to seep into the hay it lay upon.
It was all she could manage to say, before the tears stained her damp cheeks again. The sadness the wolf felt for the creature that was to be considered prey was as if her own child had been hurt. Giselle could feel her heart hurting within her chest, as she sat back down on her knees before the goat. Desperate, pleading eyes looked up at the other, unsure if the other would be able to save the goat's life. Regardless, 'Elle's heart was always full of hope. "Th-there must b-b-be something you can d-do.. don't l-let it.. die." The white girl sputtered, the last word thick on her tongue, and barely above a whisper.
Lmao XD I don't think it was ever really specified, so we'll just go with it!
She saw the girlish figure disappear into the cottage and Cambria soon came to the entrance and ducked inside, nearly stepping on the poor stoat—in her haste to get to the pale femme she did not see him. The scent of blood hit her strong in the nose and cream-tipped ears folded back against her head. As the girl turned she saw bright red stains across the front of her dress, but she did not seem to be the one that was injured. Seagreen eyes located the prone form of the young goat upon the hay as its lifeforce leaked onto the ground around it. Cambi's heart dropped in her chest. She had grown very fond of the goats since they had taken up residence here and to see one so hurt...
The pale Dreamer, whom the Medicus did not know, seemed even more upset about the whole thing. It was not usual that wolves felt such sympathy for prey animals and it was somewhat heartening to see someone who cared for them as much as the Marino did. This was not a time for introductions however and Cambria only half-heard what the other female had to say about what happened. Her main concern now was to try and save the young goat. "I'll do everything I can," her soft voice spoke strongly. She knelt down besides the mangled leg and quickly opened her satchel and began pulling things out.
"I'm going to need to clean the wounds before I can do anything else. It'll hurt, so I need you to try and keep him calm and still." Times such as these were the only events in which the timid Marino could keep her head in a crisis. When she put on her healer's mask, she became a different person, one who was strong and determined to do whatever was necessary. Part of that was staying calm and collected. Usually she would have used a cloth, but the leg was so badly cut up that it would just be better to pour the alcohol over it. Cambria looked over to the clothed fey, "Ready?"
WC: 345. You should have smacked me for how long this took :d
There was a certain delight in Giselle's heart when the other reassured her, but her heart was still in her throat, beating with worry as the goat was losing blood. The baby creature bleated softly, and it set Giselle's ears back upon her head. Silent tears still streamed down her cheeks, her eyes swimming as they stayed focused on the animal. It was only then that she became truly aware of the stench of blood, and she felt light headed. "Th-thank you," were the only words she could manage, as 'Elle bit her lip so as not to let her choking sobs take hold of her.
The pale princess had to strain to hear the medic's next words, for her heart was hammering wildly in her throat and in her ears. Her head snapped up to look at the other female, when she admitted that dressing the wounds would hurt. She chewed her lip again, afraid for the creature and afraid to hurt him, but the young woman would not back out now. "O..okay." She nodded, with the tiniest of voices to confirm what she had heard. Giselle watched silently as the woman withdrew certain things from her bag, seemingly experienced in this field, and met her sea-green eyes with her own sky-blue ones. It was now or never, and the damsel had to be brave.
Wiping away the tears with the back of a hand, the dainty girl took a deep breath, as if she were wounded and preparing for the worst. "Yes, I'm ready," she tried to say with the most confidence the girl could muster. Leaning forward on her knees, both hands reached out to settle on the young goat's body, forgetting about the sticky blood on her fingers. In any other case, she would have run at the sight of it, but nothing mattered except to save the poor animal's life. Her upper body braced itself in case the goat were to thrash and kick out with its small and pointy hooves, feeling the drumming of her heart beat even faster.
I'm a slowpoke, I don't have the right to smack anyone XD
It wasn't often that she was called to the aid of animals other than canines and there was no doubting she was not quite as experienced in tending to them. Already it was obvious that cleaning up the goat's leg would be a struggle. Cambria couldn't talk to the kid to reassure it that what she was doing was necessary to make it better. It would only register what was going on as more pain and would undoubtedly try to fight off the new "assailants". Thankfully it was not a full-grown goat though, so that would help the two female luperci to keep it under control.
The other girl seemed very shell-shocked, understandably so, but she still listened to the Medicus' instructions and soon was bent over the head of the kid and talking soothing to it. Cambi's eyes went back to the injury and she stroked the goat's back reassuringly before she wrapped one hand around the hoof of the hurt leg to keep it in place. "Here we go," she said as a last warning before she poured the alcohol over the cut-up flesh.
As expected, the goat bleated and tensed at the sudden fiery pain of the astringent, it tried to kick it's un-held legs and thrashed. Cambria put the bottle down and grabbed the other back leg as it kicked and used all her strength to keep the poor thing still. After a moment or two, the kid settled back down, though he shook with the shock of it all. The Marino grabbed a clean needle and thread. "Keep talking to him. I'm going to stitch up the deepest of the cuts as best I can." There were some parts that simply wouldn't be able to be stitched back together. Hopefully the bandage and salve would help them heal well enough, once it was applied.
With blurry eyes she looked from the alcohol in the chocolate woman's hand back to the kid's leg. She bit her lip, wishing she could take its place and share the little creature's pain. But still, she kept as firm a grip as she could, ignoring the blood that had began to dry on her hands and the top of her dress. When the alcohol began to fall upon the open wound, Giselle initially flinched at the young male goat's strength, and her eyes swam with tears when she heard its terrible cries of pain, cries of wanting its mother and wanting to run away from the pair of predators. But the pale woman did what she could with the medic's help.
Just when 'Elle thought the worst had been over, pale blue eyes attempted to focus on the needle that the woman now had in her hand. "Oh my," she whispered, tearing her eyes away as soon as she saw the glint of the sharp object. Sniffing, the girl stroked the young goat's chest, feeling its rapid heartbeat beneath her delicate fingers. It had little strength to flinch when her hand moved up to the kid's head, stroking its ears gently. "It will be alright little one." Giselle's voice was as soothing as she could will it to be, humming soothingly to calm both the baby animal, and herself.
The kid reacted again to the prick it felt on its leg, and when it bleated the ivory female hummed only louder, lips remaining closed. Blinking tears away, when the older woman began to wrap the wound, the auburn haired femme let out a sigh of relief, finally looking at sea-green eyes a bit more clearly than before. "Thank you," she said gratefully. Giselle truly wasn't sure what would have happened to the poor defenseless creature if the woman had not been around. "Oh! I'm truly sorry," she said rather quickly. "I'm Giselle." The woman would have stuck her hand out in customary greeting, but her fingers were caked with dried goat blood, and the dark woman's were preoccupied. "And my dear friend, Tux-- Wait, where is he?" When she spoke, her head turned left and right, forgetting about where her stoat was in the middle of helping the goat. But her companion was the one to give thanks to, he had helped save its life.
A squeak reached her ears, near the entrance of the cottage. It was an unusual sound, and the woman's eyes glittered once again. "Oh no, Tux!" Realization struck her as she backed away and ran towards the smaller creature across the way, and fell to her knees in the dirt. Dark hair flew about her shoulders as fingers reached out to touch the stoat, but withdrew with uncertainty. In the light that streamed in from the outside world, she saw the glistening of blood upon his leg, a wound that was not so deep as the kid's, but deep enough to cut at the young woman's heart. "Oh no... oh my, no.. I'm so sorry." Her apologies were in mixed speeches, from high to low, shaking her head as if she were the one to blame. Round, dark eyes blinked back at her, attempting to be strong and reassure the woman despite his affliction.
OOC Ending: Cambria, with the help of Giselle, heal the baby goat and Tux the stoat. Because both females care deeply for animals, they decide to take the baby goat, named Djali, back to CD.
