10-03-2012, 08:44 AM
OOC: HI 
Looks okay to me.
IC:
It seemed the hurricane had given up its relentless bullying of the lands, but it had left plenty of reminders in its wake. Several AniWayans had sustained injuries, varying from broken bones to gaping cuts caused by the debris which had been propelled about by the fierce winds. Everly would never be glad to see an injured packmate but the focus healing warranted had helped to quiet her own fear.
Now it was all over Everly sat in Optime form, her legs swung over a thick branch which was strong enough to have been left alone by the storm. The Kunikoti had been trying to replenish her stores of medicinal herbs and they lay in neat rows beside her. A length of the vine she'd carried to use as a tourniquet was now knotted tightly about her waist, a healer's equivalent of a toolbelt. She still hadn't quite adopted the use of non-natural fibres.
Occasionally the woman's keen eyes would turn skyward, eyeing the clouds with more of a threat than nervousness. Her tail lashed uneasily with every gust of wind which felt too strong. Everly would never have the power to change the weather but she could damn well shoot it dirty looks.
The howl which rang out made her ears twitch again, curiousity seeping into her slight frown. A joiner, the first she'd been aware of since her own admission into AniWaya. Tucking the plants into her improvised belt, Everly pushed off the low-slung branch with her hands and landed surely with her knees bent. Straightening and giving a quick glance around, the cream and chocolate wolf set off in a jog, darting around and over obstacles as she relished the feeling of being able to run freely without a wall of wind to push against.
Everly slowed to a relaxed walk as she neared the pale wolf, greeting him with a smile and a nod. Her voice was clear but smooth, although her eyes might have betrayed the fact that this was her first time greeting a joiner. “Unalihelitseti,” she called, vaguely wondering if she'd pronounced the AniWayan word correctly. A portion of her was distracted by the male's impressive build. “Can I help you?”
(368 words)
Looks okay to me.IC:
It seemed the hurricane had given up its relentless bullying of the lands, but it had left plenty of reminders in its wake. Several AniWayans had sustained injuries, varying from broken bones to gaping cuts caused by the debris which had been propelled about by the fierce winds. Everly would never be glad to see an injured packmate but the focus healing warranted had helped to quiet her own fear.
Now it was all over Everly sat in Optime form, her legs swung over a thick branch which was strong enough to have been left alone by the storm. The Kunikoti had been trying to replenish her stores of medicinal herbs and they lay in neat rows beside her. A length of the vine she'd carried to use as a tourniquet was now knotted tightly about her waist, a healer's equivalent of a toolbelt. She still hadn't quite adopted the use of non-natural fibres.
Occasionally the woman's keen eyes would turn skyward, eyeing the clouds with more of a threat than nervousness. Her tail lashed uneasily with every gust of wind which felt too strong. Everly would never have the power to change the weather but she could damn well shoot it dirty looks.
The howl which rang out made her ears twitch again, curiousity seeping into her slight frown. A joiner, the first she'd been aware of since her own admission into AniWaya. Tucking the plants into her improvised belt, Everly pushed off the low-slung branch with her hands and landed surely with her knees bent. Straightening and giving a quick glance around, the cream and chocolate wolf set off in a jog, darting around and over obstacles as she relished the feeling of being able to run freely without a wall of wind to push against.
Everly slowed to a relaxed walk as she neared the pale wolf, greeting him with a smile and a nod. Her voice was clear but smooth, although her eyes might have betrayed the fact that this was her first time greeting a joiner. “Unalihelitseti,” she called, vaguely wondering if she'd pronounced the AniWayan word correctly. A portion of her was distracted by the male's impressive build. “Can I help you?”
(368 words)