06-21-2009, 05:55 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Yarr! Word Count: 332 Quicker than one should have though, the femme arrived, but for Dawali it had taken very long. His eyes watched the ground before him, sideways, not looking up, but when the scent reached him and warned him of her arrival, he tried to include more of his surroundings in his line of sight. The only thing he did about it, though, was moving his eyes in his skull - the rest of him dared not move to catch a glimpse of her arrival. Soon enough he could see her paws and legs in front of him, and ironically she had four of them as well. His tail twitched nervously as her nose came down to greet his chin, not used to physical contact of such a kind, and not really welcoming it either right that moment. Everything was pain. He needed her to apply the herbs. His voice was harsh, but revealed that he wasn't as close to collapse as he looked, even if his legs refused to carry him. He spoke slowly and with effort, but there was still a hint of that usual strong depth in his voice. Ember, I have some herbs... He lifted his head a little to look at her, and realized she has four legs. No hands. Well then, they'd figure it out. He probably needed a wash before the herbs were applied, to make sure they worked with him and not remnants of.. someone else. His mind confused him a little for a moment, forgetting the proper order of things within his medicine trade. No.. His head was laid down on the ground again, and using his forelegs he attempted to get up - only to realize his shoulder pained him more than he thought it did. With a wince he let himself down again, before reaching a distance of even a few inches from the ground. He did not want to stay here - did not like laying on the ground. Water, then herbs. |