Demi MD [P-for aunt Nani!]

Demi D'Angelo · 12-07-2010, 07:37 PM

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Whos gunna come in and bother her huh?

Demi was for the time being busy writing in her books. The calculations and algebra she was doing looked completely alien to most any observer. A lot of wolves did well to learn to read but she had taken it upon herself to continue her learning. Always obsessing over every little detail of her work, she didn’t make mistakes; one mistake had almost cost her the brother she loved. Another was putting her faith in the elders of her previous pack. Those two mistakes would never be repeated again. Naniko was her Aunt but she couldn’t come to terms with putting her future in her hands, nor would she put it in her mothers or any other high ranking member. She put faith in herself, and in the end there was only one person that would look out for her interests all the time and that was Demi.

The scene along the makeshift table was a mess of papers, different bags of god knows what, bottles, syringes and anything else that an evil maniac could procure. Truthfully it was mostly things for healing. Her first priority was getting those things together to service the pack. Well at least to keep Theo healthy she thought absently. Her little fingers furiously worked the pen as more calculations where made then wrote on another sheet of paper with a table drawn. Demi was working on a chart for dosages, not wanting to overdose anyone she was doing them based on weight which was difficult since she wouldn’t have anything to weigh anyone with. This also meant along with that she was doing calculations based on height and body type. Demi knew how tall she was, and had a good understanding of feet and inches, so with that in mind she devised a way to guess how much someone weighed. Hopefully she was right, she’d obsess over it for days if she let herself, but there were many other things that needed tending, she’d just have to do the best she could do until she had the time to work out a more perfect science.

Huffing slightly with a pouted look she was missing having someone around. It was usually about this time her brother would stroll in, covered in whatever mess he had made and went about interrupting her and her work for more pleasurable encounters. A delicate paw rose up to rub her temples for a bit, the candle light in the cave wasn’t making reading very easy for her. Her scrunched up facial features described what her erratic and bored tail was doing, flailing around like a cat with no rhyme or reason to it.

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