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- Amy Sunders - 10-14-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Amherst, October 13
Cradling her arm Amy moved through the territory. She had moved into her home swiftly after being injured, barricading up so she would have the time to heal. There was just one problem. She needed a healer, a real one. Her plans for revenge were already being set in motion, but right now she needed her arm fixed or she might not be well enough to enjoy the fruits of it. At least she had been able to make a decent sling, absorbing some of the pain.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 10-14-2012 [html] ^^ yaay favours! 316 words The familiar weight of his medicine bag on his shoulder was always a comfort to the male. He often came out to collect more supplies- it usually ended up being plants for oils that he could use to help others. Most of the time, if it wasn't a complete emergency, the members would be able to find him at home, but he came out often to gather more herbs and possible bandages that he might be able to find. Recently, he'd resorted to using the soft fur of a rabbit to bandage- depending on the age of the rabbit when it was killed, the skin was absorbent and worked well to keep the area sealed against bacteria. He was always trying to find new ways to do things and with the scarcity of the remaining bandages in hospitals he'd managed to find, his own supply was suffering. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aul3-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 10-15-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
There was no howl in return. Amy could only wait for him to show up, and hope that he would bring what she would need. She kept her eyes on the border, relaxing as the scent of the male soon arrived. He materialized in sight not long after, carrying a bag with him. Cheerfully she grinned at him, putting the pain out of her mind as Vinatta's leader came over. He stopped and studied her injury, Amy doing her best to not fuss with the wound. It was hard for her to stay still when she was itching to make others pay.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 10-15-2012 [html] 302 words As he appeared, a grin appeared on the females face despite her obvious injury. He didn't know Amy well, he'd had limited interactions with her other than trading. But he wanted to help her- she was in pain and it was his job to alleviate it. He'd moved forward and removed his bag by the time her answer came through and as it did, he couldn't help the involuntary snort. Despite the grin she'd greeted him with, to him it was obvious that straying too close to a pack border would end badly. After giving her a rather sceptical glance and a shake of his head, he moved closer. "These things tend to happen- most packs are rather protective of their borders." He offered gently, a good natured smile on his face to take away any sharpness in his tone. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aul3-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 10-15-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
The snort brought another small smile from Amy. It was pretty ridiculous. She should have bee able to handle a bunch of moody wolves without getting such an injury. They shouldn't have decided to take such offense to her actions. She had just been entertaining herself. Well, Kohaku was a beautiful work of revenge, but that was something else entirely. It had nothing to do with the pack. Kohaku had become hers from before then.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 10-15-2012 [html] 302 words Despite the pain she must be going through, she seemed in high spirits and that was perhaps a good thing. He didn't know her well enough to judge her by this, but it clearly showed she wasn't phased by pain or the crisis that some others might. His son was similar- he remembered a time when the boy had fallen from the tree back at the Lakes- he seemed completely unfazed by the fall, while he and Niernan had freaked out over possible injuries. Amy settled on the floor, her calm voice making him chuckle softly as he followed her, settling on his knees instead of his rump. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aul3-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 10-15-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Nodding her head Amy frowned. She'd have to leave them alone, at least until she was ready to face them again. Her plan for revenge would be in motion soon anyways, so she wouldn't have to worry about that. Her scent wouldn't be the one left behind either, so they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her. She let him touch the broken arm, doing her best to not react violently. She knew it would hurt. It hurt whenever she felt it move.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 10-15-2012 [html] 302 words He knew it was going to hurt and he was sure she understood that it would hurt also. The pain-filled howl that escaped her made him wince slightly, not quite understanding how much it hurt, but certainly sympathising. She looked simply murderous as she did as she was told, holding her arm as he'd manipulated it without a verbal complaint. He could tell, however, that if he didn't do things quickly he'd have a very angry female on his hands. Cream paws searched through his bag, nose twitching to catch the scents rushing up to identify the various plants that might be able to help. Reaching for two, he wrapped them in a bundle, tying them together with a length of string. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aul3-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 10-19-2012 [html] Amy Sunders
Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Saul moved fairly quickly going through his bag. A bundle of herbs was drawn out, Amy sniffing at them. It was good that he had pain killers. She should have thought to brought some of her own. Nodding her head she took the bundle as quickly as she could, chewing on the herbs. They were bitter, but at least it was better than nothing. Amy could only hope that the herbs would kick in quickly enough to keep herself from murdering the medic.
<style type="text/css"> .ramasks b {font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px; letter-spacing:1px;} .ramasks p.ooc {font-size: 11px; text-align:left; padding:0px 30px;} .ramasks p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .ramasks .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold; color:#1a1009; text-shadow:#fefff1 0px 0px 1px;} .ramasks .name {font-size:60px; font-family: 'Nothing You Could Do'; text-align:center; color:#ffeb7d; padding:0px 15px 200px; text-shadow:#1a1009 1px 1px 4px;} .ramasks p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 20px; margin:0px;} .ramasks {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#a87340; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/LpaOl.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding:50px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#fefff1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 10-20-2012 [html] 574 words The bundle of herbs was taken without a word and the male was pleased with his patient. While she was clearly in pain, she wasn't fidgeting or complaining all that much and for that he was grateful. Luckily, he hadn't given his pups anything to help fight the illness they had. He probably could have, but they needed to fight it off on their own, to strengthen their immunity to future illness. If he'd had to give them something that was as bitter as the Catnip and Willow-bark bundle Amy was currently chewing, he very much doubted they would come to him again for help with ailments. While Amy chewed, Saul had moved to the trees close by, ripping down a branch. .saul-d19 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .saul-d19 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .saul-d19 b {color:#D6ECF8; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .saul-d19 {background-color:#728792; background-image:url(http://i1088.photobucket.com/albums/i32 ... aul3-1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1A2023; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 270px 0px; } .saul-d19-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Amy Sunders - 10-23-2012 Her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to look away from his work. If he screwed up she would be there to stop him from doing any damage. Amy wasn't so positive on the fact that he was using a branch ripped off a tree for her arm. What if he ended up infecting her arm with the dirt? Truthfully there wasn't much that could make her happy about the arm. The pain was dulled, but still there. Counting on him to fix it up wasn't the most secure feeling in the world. He owed her a debt, but they weren't close. She didn't know how good he was at healing, just judging him from the knowledge he'd told her at the festival. It had seemed that he knew plenty there. Baring her fangs Amy refused to look away. Her eyes widened when he drew the knife out, but she didn't struggle. Blood came from her lip where she bit through, matching the welling from the cut that he drew across her arm. She couldn't stop the flood of growls and whimpers that came forward as he shifted her bone around. It just kept going and going. It would be a good form of torture. At one point she started pawing at his arms, trying to make it go quicker or just be done. It wasn't much, just a light touch before she remembered herself and withdrew again. The pain was returning by the end of it, and all the color in her features was drained. Only a tiny nod marked her agreement to his actions. The trader didn't think she could move anyways. There was so much blood. Very few gold streaks were left on her arm. She let him manipulate her, too worn to keep fighting. She did snap at him once, but she didn't hit him. As soon as the sling was on she sank to the ground, panting heavily. Amy again nodded her head, eyes closed. She'd been close to death before, but this was her most painful experience. It had hurt more than when the arm had been broken. |