10-08-2012, 02:05 PM
OOC: ahdusjas HE'S CUTE WHY IS HE SO CUTE<3 Sorry for the stupid wait >_<
IC:
The world around Everly and her injured patient seemed to have slowed a little, either through the focus the Kunikoti was exercising to complete this task – it was still a task to her; despite being mere inches from the red-headed male it was easier for her to work on a wound than a wolf, to slip into a gear where emotion was used rather than submitted to – or because she had left the storm outside, and the dizzying speed of everything with it. Even her breathing had slowed to deep inhalations which would keep her head clear and her movements smooth.
The name Jacinto uttered, in spite of its complete lack of familiarity, jarred Everly into leaning back slightly, her mouth opening a little. It wasn't the strange name itself but the tone it came with which momentarily shook the brown-dusted woman from her state of concentration. Logic told her that blood loss was probably toying with the poor bloke's mind, but it was difficult to block out the sound of such emotion.
Everly's response was to try and bury herself deeper in her healing duty, although her free hand fumbled as it reached for a section of vine. Luckily, the lanky wolf seemed to return from whatever hallucination or memory had slipped into his mind, his face taking on a grin which Everly couldn't quite interpret. She couldn't match it either for some reason, although she smiled and bobbed her head at his apology, waving a hand. “You've lost quite a lot of blood so I'll let you off.”
The vine was laid across the she-wolf's slender knee, ready to be tied above the wound. A second hand joined the first at the elbow, not to put further pressure on the wound but to coax his arm upwards, aiming to get it above his heart. “The circumstances could be better but still, it's nice to meet you, Jacinto. Ayastigi, that's a warrior rank? Which opponent gave you this?” Ev's voice was breezy, unnecessarily so, but keeping the man alert was a good idea.
(348 words)
IC:
The world around Everly and her injured patient seemed to have slowed a little, either through the focus the Kunikoti was exercising to complete this task – it was still a task to her; despite being mere inches from the red-headed male it was easier for her to work on a wound than a wolf, to slip into a gear where emotion was used rather than submitted to – or because she had left the storm outside, and the dizzying speed of everything with it. Even her breathing had slowed to deep inhalations which would keep her head clear and her movements smooth.
The name Jacinto uttered, in spite of its complete lack of familiarity, jarred Everly into leaning back slightly, her mouth opening a little. It wasn't the strange name itself but the tone it came with which momentarily shook the brown-dusted woman from her state of concentration. Logic told her that blood loss was probably toying with the poor bloke's mind, but it was difficult to block out the sound of such emotion.
Everly's response was to try and bury herself deeper in her healing duty, although her free hand fumbled as it reached for a section of vine. Luckily, the lanky wolf seemed to return from whatever hallucination or memory had slipped into his mind, his face taking on a grin which Everly couldn't quite interpret. She couldn't match it either for some reason, although she smiled and bobbed her head at his apology, waving a hand. “You've lost quite a lot of blood so I'll let you off.”
The vine was laid across the she-wolf's slender knee, ready to be tied above the wound. A second hand joined the first at the elbow, not to put further pressure on the wound but to coax his arm upwards, aiming to get it above his heart. “The circumstances could be better but still, it's nice to meet you, Jacinto. Ayastigi, that's a warrior rank? Which opponent gave you this?” Ev's voice was breezy, unnecessarily so, but keeping the man alert was a good idea.
(348 words)