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Saul Stormbringer · 04-06-2011, 03:16 PM

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ooc;; 06.04.11 Veiled Gardens Mid Morning about 11 o'clock.

Saul Stormbringer

He'd found a garden. Well, he suspected a few people knew about the hidden garden backed by miles of forest to the east. But it was the first time he'd really moved out this way- most of his adventure had kept him in the southern ends of Dahlia. The garden itself was a mess- the years of neglect had moved it beyound salvageable. But the wild beauty and the quiet serenity of the garden was a soothing presence on the young mans mind. He had a lot to think about, that was for sure. The focal point of his thoughts right now were Conor. Saul never thought he could feel anger towards he man. He'd been like a father to the Stormbringers and now he'd left. Like a punch to the face, the pain was trobbing and hurting. The earthy toned man had crawled under the small tunnel that appeared to be the only entrace to the walled garden, swiftly removing the dirt that had collected there. With Shiloh missing once more, Saul had become the resident health and clean freak. He was getting on well with his studies, learning every day about plants and techniques that could save his fellow pack members. What was left of the anyway.

Green eyes turned skyward where the weak spring sun was about an hour away from its peak. He needed someone to talk to, but his run had brought him this far and the wall around the garden had baffled him at first. He'd spent roughly half an hour trying to find a way in, biefly thinking he'd found a door. When the ivy wouldnt budge hed looked for another entrance and had found the Luperci sized tunnel. He'd entered this littl paradise and all thoughts of talking to someone crept from him.Left to grow naturally there were all sorts of plants he could identify as being medicinal. He gathered more marigold and plantain, the yellow flower a very good antiseptic and the wide leaves were sturdy enough to make crude bandages for severe wounds. He thought back to Wretch in the cabin and a pang of guilt coursed through him. Unable to walk she would be lying on her bed, most likely bored out of her brains.

He couldnt quite drag himself away from the garden yet, thinking about how he might be able to take some specific cuts for Nayru to grow. The Alpha had been at the top for nearly a week now and Saul wondered if she was okay. He needed to check on her wound and clean it again and perhaps ask her approval of him taking on the co-rank of apothecary. Still, he didnt want to move from his cosy spot in the vegetation, green eyes wide with wonder at the life that grew here, even through the harsh winter months.

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