Smoke on the Wind

Element · 01-02-2011, 01:06 PM

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Element nodded at the Conor man's statement that it was going to hurt. Element was no expert when it came to healing, of course, but he knew that the leg that was bent sideways in a strange fashion that wasn't mean to be had to be corrected. And it had to be corrected before the bone started to grow that way. Element shuddered at the thought, trying to ignore the steady throbbing of pain from his leg. He knew what Conor was going to do, and braced himself as best he could for it.

He glanced down at the stick that Conor offered and swiftly grasped it between his jaws. He knew that it was going to hurt, and to not take it would be a foolish move; he'd rather take his pain out on the stick than to lash out in a spasm of pain. He was glad at the sight of Conor's reassuring smile; it was warming and helped calm him down, although he was naturally good at being calm. He concealed himself behind a mask of composure, although he did feel the pain; it wouldn't do to cringe and whine, however. It was easier to hide himself behind his ebony features that expelled a sense of calmness and sureness; and soon, he began to feel that until the mask melted into one with him.

The ebony feline nodded again as Conor told him his plans of setting the bone before it swelled and became more painful. He knew that this was the only way, and the best way, to fix him before it got worse.

Snap.

Element had known pain. He'd known pain from the slashes and bites of other cats, he'd known pain from great falls that even his feline reflexes didn't protect him against, he'd known pain from crashes and bashes and slashes and all those things.

But never like this.

It seared up and down his leg like hot, molten fire coursing through his veins and his arm and his bones. He bit down onto the stick hard, hearing a snap and realizing that the stick was falling out of his mouth and he had snapped it in half. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his teeth, closing his jaw in such a grip that would snap a bone in half, even. Slowly, slowly, the searing pain ebbed away from Element's mind and body.

Element took deep breaths, slowly, to calm himself down. The pain was still there, but it was different from the searing, white-hot pain that had wracked him moments before, and now it was just down to a dull throb. A painful dull throb, but bearable, unlike the pain that had tortured the feline when Conor had set the bone.

The feline looked down at his leg and an expression of great relief crossed his face. The leg, instead of bent at the sickening angle, was now straight. Although it still hurt, he was glad that it was this way; the pain was lesser, and it would heal better. He looked up at Conor, whose eyes were full of sympathy and caring. "Thank you," he said again, really feeling the words. "You're a good wolf, Conor."

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