wither into truth [p]

Alaine Winters · 02-08-2011, 05:35 AM

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ooc: sorry for the slow reply. wrap this up whenever, and you both have my permission to PP alaine finishing bandaging ezra up c:
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The female that had been waiting at the entrance to the den was rather receptive, but Alaine could tell from the fatigued look haunting her pretty features that she was incredibly stressed by the situation. A hard knot within the Apothecary tightened, as she prepared for whatever bad occurrence it was that had made such a lovely young thing look so wearied.

The answer was quickly revealed to her as the mottled female gestured to the second lump of fur in the den. Taking in what the girl had said about a wolf attacking this prone figure, the healer was at first hesitant to move forward, in case the male was suffering from acute post traumatic stress disorder. She did not want to be the victim of a hallucinogenic lunge. However, it seemed the large black and white brute, although obviously utterly exhausted from his battle and injuries, was conscious enough to speak with her.

His story was disturbing. Not willing to release information too early, unless it served only to stress the pair further, Alaine took in his story with a sharp nod. She was experienced in her skill, and didn't waste time in shifting to her optime form. She had to remain on her knees, as the den was not very large, but without fingers it would have been nearly impossible to treat his wounds.

"If you don't mind, sir, I'm just going to need to take a look at your injuries..." Her emerald eyes glowed slightly in the darkness, voice calm and cool to try and sooth the edgy female who Alaine now assumed to be the mate of the wounded male. To her, she said "Miss, if you would be so kind as to stay near his head. He has suffered a severely traumatic event, and your presence is no doubt comforting." Her teeth shone white in a quite, small smile, before the woman began to rifle through her leather satchel, looking for poultices and bandages.

As she worked on the prone male, Alaine spoke again, slowly and gently. She was delivering information that it seemed neither of them knew, and did not want for either wolf to respond harshly. "This 'freak'... He said he wanted to change you?" Her hands were busy at work, cleaning the largest open wounds on his shoulder and neck. They would leave big scars, the Apothecary realized with a sigh. "If this is the case, and you were not born Luperci... Then there is a chance you now are. Blood transfusion will give you the power to shift forms."

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