But Things were Different Then, for the Quiet Men

Grievous

POSTED: Sat Mar 16, 2019 12:45 pm

There was a shorter path to the clinic than through the ruins, but the soldier new best. Out of sight, out of mind, and even if he wasn't one easily forgotten, a fresh though might do his recent endeavors more good than harm. From his tower he moved through the southern peninsula and made a patient stride through the Ruins and around the homes that stood there. An eye found the souls that were out of their homes, which were not many, as only the heavy pelted and bundled thin-coats were out and about in the morning frost.

Flurries threatened the atmosphere, but nothing stuck to the earth. A sign that winter's grip was waning, much to Shaamah's dismay. Not long after winter's hold would the higher temperatures strike again, and summer's heavy hand would set on his shoulders and steal his vigor. One good thing would come of it, however. Warm-ups would be ages shorter, and impromptu fights wouldn't stiffen his bones. Such as the one that had plagued him in Amherst.

The sharp and heavy iron jingle of tekko at his waste reminded him of the unfinished business that there was still to do. Two souls were vindictive while Shaamah still stood impartial to their plight. They risked their own blood to avenge an encounter that the beast had brushed away. Were it another world, another meeting, Shaamah might have found respect for the warriors. It was a shame that they put their hearts before their minds. A thought toward his servant was aimed well. It never boded any good fortune to be empathetic.

The Eastern Watchtower passed on his right, and the Old Wall on his left. It didn't take much time thereafter, with a decent pace, for him to arrive at the Clinic that rested between the Servants Quarters, to which his bastard servant resided, and a small home to it's left. His gate found a more cautious pace as he neared the building, a knuckle lifting to the door and a rap echoed through it's wooden fixture. The noise called out throughout the lower level of the cabin, and the beast took a step back. His expression was not one of hopeful expectation. A turn of his stomach rose when the thought of the treason veiling medic of Sapient came to mind, and the only good thing that could be said of any of his sons befell Kaimu. The wretch had rid them all of Miwa's torturous attendance. If only Zetsubou had learned what the world was before he owed him so greatly.


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POSTED: Thu Mar 28, 2019 8:01 pm

The cabin had not been empty for many years. Grievous had never known it in this way – he had been born in the building alongside his siblings and lived in the same place for the entirety of his life.

Until now, that was. For now he was promised to a woman who had graciously opened her home to him and given him a chance at a forging a new family. Both he and Idrieus had lost this under different circumstances. Her birth parents were no more than shadows, while his had abandoned Salsola chasing mystical answers to a problem they had hid for so long. Artemisia and Loki, who had guided Idrieus in her youth, were now dead.

Grievous supposed this was how things went, but he ached for her hurt. A part of him was equally aware that there was some selfishness in his delight to join her, for he was lonely in this cabin and missed company.

With the horses long since moved and the majority of his belongings already taken to her home, Grievous had returned to ensure nothing was forgotten. He had even gone to lengths to sweep the cabin clean, thinking that this would be appropriate should his siblings ever return. As much as he secretly wished for this, he doubted that such a thing would come to pass.

Satisfied with his work, the gray wolf gathered up his bag and set off towards the medical cabin not far from his former residence. He often stayed here, busying himself. The borders were frequently patrolled and when his work did not see him at the barns he kept busy with tending to supplies or making new ones. Winter was a difficult season for healers, though he experimented with bark, evergreen, and other materials that might serve his purpose.

It seemed too that others often found themselves in need, and without a proper healer Grievous often found himself stepping in.

Grievous was overseeing a soon-to-boil tin of water when the knock came. Only half-surprised to be interrupted, the big wolf rose and went to the door.

He found himself soon looking at a towering figure whose scarred, grim face was only mildly offset by his baby-pink nose. The younger man regarded the taller stranger openly and caught the smell of blood on his person.

Are you injured? Grievous asked.


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POSTED: Sun Apr 28, 2019 1:21 am

The door sprawled open with a groan and a creak, revealing the body within the clinic's innards. Proper respects were given to the man, Henchmen by title, notable enough by appearance to find that Helena had described the man as Grievous. A lighter pelted wolf, taller than most and strong, but all else was left to be discovered,” Henchmen,” A dip of his maw later, and he was answering the pale man's question,” A past injury, yes,” That might be enough context for Grievous to know that Shaamah wasn't here to take up his day, but a keener eye to medicine was needed to insure proper healing.

A gentle crackling of the fire from within caught Shaamah's ear, but he paid it little mind,” A blade to the thigh. Cauterized, cleaned and treated,” He'd known the reason he'd come today, and as such, only his belt and loincloth remained of his usual attired. Some might fret later winter's hold on the world, but Shaamah welcomed the freedom of lacking attire. The weight of the armor now was more clear than it had ever been.

Taking a step forward, he bent his leg at the knee for the warm hued gradient eyes should they be seeking It. It wasn't pretty, no, but nothing of Shaamah's skin seemed to be. Still gnarled and curled from the hot metal, the wound didn't look so much angry as it looked very mildly irritated save for where the scabbed flesh had split. The healing process was still on the way, but some semblance of care had been taken to it. Perhaps, not terribly recently but something had been done between when it had been caused and while it healed.

He'd stressed the wound too far, and it took it's toll on the soft tissue beneath paper thin scabbing. Fresh crimson blood trailed down the grayscale shade of his leg, before Shaamah addressed him again,” Does it need attention?” The soldier, not so much as wincing at the motion of it, stood at idle again, awaiting Grievous instruction. If it wasn't anything to worry about, then certainly just keeping it unsoiled should do the trick, and he'd be on his way.


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POSTED: Sun Apr 28, 2019 8:00 pm

The way the wolf spoke was brisk. He might have been foreign, and Grievous wondered if this was the case – for he was a massive, thickly furred thing that might have found peace in places of endless night and cold. Perhaps his size was what made others seek to test him, for there were more scars upon the wolf man than anyone Grievous could remember seeing – even his father was not so terribly weathered.

As the darker, larger man explained his plight, Grievous examined his leg unabashedly. He studied what he saw now against what he knew, and secretly wondered if the deeper, older marks were like cracks in the armor of an old dragon. Mulling this over, he guessed at the age of the wound and supposed it was not very old at all.

What were you doing when this happened? This time, to make it bleed again, he clarified, glancing up to the one-eyed behemoth. The original injury had not grown infected nor festered, which was promising, but the fresh trickle of blood telling as to the unfortunate location of the injury.


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