Flirting With Death

Lyris Stryder · 09-22-2012, 06:24 PM

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X'yrin might have saw scars that way, but Lyris saw them another. To her, it was representation of a fight you had lost, or a reaction too late. The forever scar adorning her features would be a reminder of the canine's inability to react, save her family, and even herself. If she had just scented the beast before the plundered right into its cold claws...

The sharp rasp of a tongue sliced through her thoughts, returning her attention to the need at hand. The first swipe over the delicate wound brought a wince to her throat. It was small, though it still escaped. Now that she was prepared, the she-wolf placed her own tongue between ivory teeth, refusing to let another cry escape. It was painful, yes. The flesh hadn't been touched for days and it had only grown more sensitive. As the dirtied and damage skin was peeled away fresh blood seeped, leaking further and further into her powder-white fur. Yet, with each tender, cleansing stroke, Lyris could sense more of the infection fading, pulled away with the soft tongue of the Issor. In the pause before the more intense cleaning Lyris only blinked, dropping her head a millimeter to gaze at the clear water and brace herself for the next onslaught.

Ow. The thought pulsed as strobe lights through her head, but the only indication of pain she gave was harsh flick of overly large ears. She trundled through it bravely, determined not to show weakness. She wouldn't whine or cry over such a small thing like a child, no, she refused to. She was nine months old, not two.

After the last gentle caress had come and gone, Lyris opened her evergreen eyes which had been screwed tight, raising her slender neck to blink up at X'yrin. The wound stung a little, but it was already feeling better. Lyris dipped her shoulder back into the water for a moment, just to rid any leftover dirt of blood that had been remaining, and to relieve herself of the stinging. Then she brought it back up and pressed her gray pads lightly against the lake floor. A sigh escaped her lips- one of finished relief- at least that was over. Now she listened to the Exultare speak, eyes thankful. "Thank you," She said, truly grateful for the trouble she had gone to in healing her.

Creative? Was Lyris creative? That she thought about briefly. What had she done as she traveled through the wilderness, searching for a new home? She had followed a fluttering leaf, or maybe a sing-song bird, for lack of real direction. Instead of picking and choosing some way to go, she had been creative, and let nature lead her with its hidden messages, per say. And in her old pack, Lyris had always been the one to come up with a fun game to play with the other pups. But would she consider herself crafty and creative?

Lyris wasn't one to pick out her strengths- she was pretty down to earth and let others do that, graciously thanking them for their kind words. But now she needed to reply. Slanting eyes raised to meet those of the Issor, and she firmly shook her head once, a small, soft smile playing at her lips. X'yrin was like a mother to her, and so far, her only friend.

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