Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Palaydrian Soul · 06-07-2012, 04:58 PM

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WC:: 6+WB darling, we missed you, and I hope you are doing alright. I also don’t mind pp at all as long as my character doesn’t get killed. Tongue I suppose this is a fairly short thread as she was just getting her neck looked at, but I’d love to have another thread with you! Palaydrian just recently got attacked so she’ll be on the mend for quite some time in the packlands. Perhaps she and Noah could chat it up somewhere, I’m always open to some plottage. Just let me know if you have ideas or whatever. It’s just odd RP’ing her on the day she joined as so much has happened now.

Palaydrian felt weird having this much attention focused on her. Back within Drin’s homelands if she had gotten injured, nobody save her family would’ve checked her over to see if she was alright. They were too afraid of the virus she carried which none of them had been touched by. Her family had been the pariahs of the pack, except for her father, and nobody wanted to risk getting too close to them if they didn’t have to. It was unfair, and Palay should’ve been angered by it, but it was the culture she had grown up in and come to know as family. She accepted her unworthiness because it was expected of her, and she had nothing to truly yearn for except for the simple belonging to the pack itself. The protection of the pack was enough, and her family accepted it while her father was the only one able to climb the rankings in hierarchy, a dream Drin would come to long for in her new home.

The ocean eyed girl smiled at the wolfess named Deuce. She seemed very wise and regal, and reminded the girl of her own mother, but the golden fae banished the thought before her homesickness could pull the strings of her heart. They used herbs here just as her grandmother had showed her in the past. Perhaps Drin would try her skills at pairing herbs some day. She knew how to garden, but she had a feeling this pack was just like her old one, tied to the ways of the wild, and not so found of Luperci. Palay would have to wait and see though, as she’d only be within the lands for a matter of minutes. So far so good, she was having more courtesies paid to her than she had had in all of her short life.

She turned her bi colored ocean eyes to Noah and gave him a reassuring smile before she tilted her head down again so he could get a good look at the scabbing gash. It seemed as if Deuce had taken the silver tripod under her wing to teach him the ways and methods of healing. Drin wondered if there were many teachers within the pack so that she may learn some skill to benefit her new pack brothers and sisters. She had never had a purpose before, but here...things seemed different, and the fae desperately wanted to carve a fulfilling life out for herself.

Palay glanced out of her peripheral to unobtrusively watch Noah go through the satchel of herbs when her head perked up to watch the medic shift. Luperci existed here as well! Her heart skipped a beat, had she found a pack that would truly accept her for who and what she was? A smile began playing across her lips and she gently shook her head before resuming her bowed position. Her tail was wagging again with happiness, she had definitely chosen the right clan. I’ve found it! I have found the place once known as Bleeding Souls, she thought to herself, now more sure than ever she had found the lands were Luperci was a normalcy. The fabled lands she had listened to by fireside when Syliat spoke of her days here and the place her grandmother Fawn had grown up.

The grin remained plastered on the golden fae’s lips as Noah smudge the various mixtures onto the healing cut. It didn’t hurt anymore, it actually felt good and and cool once the aloe had been rubbed in. When he was finished, the yearling straightened up and gave the silver man a wolfish smile. Thank you Noah, you’ll become a healer yet! She hoped her light hearted banter wasn’t a mistake or out of line for that matter, it had been quite some time that she had been addressed with the option of responding. And thanks to you too Deuce, if the cut gets worse I will seek either of you out, she nodded her with vehemence.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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