A sweet retreat

Keese · 12-28-2010, 06:29 PM

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for Cambria; Set for Dec 19th, Shiloh Hills two days after his thread with heath

After his encounter with the black armed hybrid, Keese had moved his camp further away from the Cour des Miracles borders. Though it had only brought him closer to yet another pack. He was surprised that were so many packs this close together and yet they didn't seem to have a unified ruling force. Did they not know how much stronger it could make them? Places like Tosawi would be the future of wolf kind. Pack life was such a barbaric existence.

His eye was still swollen shut and he had no way of inspecting the large gash above it. He had not seen the punch coming, though he was not so arrogant to believe that he had no deserved. After all, stepping on toes seemed to be what he did best. He had done his best to keep it clean, but the wound still throbbed and skin there felt quite warm. Throwing some snow in a metal bowl he placed on the coals of his dying fire. Once it melted, he dipped a rag in the still cool water and laid over it his eye.

He left it for a few minutes before removing it and dipping the rag once again. Wringing most of the water from it, he gently wiped at the gash trying to clean the dried blood from the hair around it. Every now and again he would rinse the rag before continuing or take a moment to just the the rag soak over his eye.

Cambria Marino · 01-01-2011, 03:09 AM

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let the drama llama begin Wink Also, funny that Anann and Cambi met in this same way! SoSuWriMo 336

Today was one of the few days that the Marino fey ventured forth from Crimson Dreams. It was slightly ironic; her sister had just returned the day before and now she was leaving. Of course Amata's departures had been lengthy and Cambria would not be gone for even a day. Even though the chances were slim, she was out in the Shiloh Hills looking to see if she could find any more plants or herbs that were growing wild that she could add to her stores. Her pack full of healing supplies was slung over her shoulder. Cambi never left Crimson Dreams without it, just in case she happened upon some wolf or other animal that had need of her assistance. The chocolate girl may not be so outgoing as her sibling, but she could rise to the occasion when her Medicus skills were needed.

As she walked further the scent of a stranger and a smoke came to her nose and she paused in her tracks. The slender Dreamer bit her lip, debating whether to change directions or to go check things out. If there was some kind of uncontrolled fire there was nothing she could do to stop it, but she could still alert people in case there was one? The larger part of her wanted to go someplace else, but in the end she decided she couldn't let it go without investigation. Putting on a brave face, she cautiously walked forward towards the unfamiliar smells.

There wasn't much coverage, so when she spotted the stranger it was likely that he could see her as well. The fact that he was male made her nervous, but she saw him dabbing at something above his eye. Was he injured? Taking a deep breath she walked forward a few more steps, still a decent amount of space between them. "Hello? Are you hurt? I'm a healer, I could help..." Her sea foam eyes darted over his form; he looked mostly well, aside from his one eye.

Keese · 01-04-2011, 12:21 AM

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The broken skin was so tender, but the cool rag felt soothing. Pulling the heat out of the inflamed flesh. His eyes were mostly closed. Of coarse, the swollen eye was always at least partially closed for he couldn't open it all the way if he had wanted to. The swelling did seem to be down from the night before though, which was a good sign. Infection was still a worry though as he only had melted snow and a less than clean rag to treat it with. He couldn't even get a look at it to know how bad it really was and he cursed himself for his current state, but he did the best he could with what he had. Knowing that if he didn't try and was unlucky enough for the infection to spread he could lose the eye.

Having heard a rustle in the grass the silvered male turned an audit to track the sound as he dabbed, with eyes still closed, at the nasty little gash over his eye. Satisfied that it was going to get as clean as he was going to be able to get it he discarded the rag in the bowl of water and snow slush. Eyes turned to meet whom ever it was that belonged to the sounds of approaching. He was expecting trouble and was on the ready for it, but that was not what he saw at all. He was quite stunned, pleasantly so, as to what he did see.

The she-wolf was stunningly beautiful. So slender and elegant, the hues of her pelt giving her a soft and warm appearance. He stared, rather slacked jawed for a moment before remember what few manners he had. "Uh, yes, actually. I've got a bit of nasty gash here. At least, I think. I haven't been able to get a look at it myself." No, he wouldn't mind playing doctor with her at all. "If you'd take a look at it, I'd appreciate it." He gave her a gentle smile. Acting nothing like the man he had in his previous encounters. But this was beautiful lady, not some hybrid male trying to keep him from his Anann.

Cambria Marino · 01-06-2011, 10:21 PM

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A little PP, lemme know if you want it changed <3 SoSuWriMo 325

The man seemed on edge, which either meant that he was just being cautious or that he was hostile and just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on her, which is why Cambria kept her distance until they had exchanged a few words. Not to mention there was just the base instinct that if you were approaching someone that was injured you should be careful so as not to alert their fight response. When the male finally turned to look at her he seemed surprised, and stared at her for a few moments before he found his voice. His staring made her shuffle her feet a little, indicating her discomfort at being studied so, but once he confirmed her suspicion that he had an injury her nerves eased into a more professional facade. The request for help and kind smile were the final cues that she could feel safe in approaching further.

Cambria moved towards the small camp and gingerly set her satchel on the ground, soft clinking noises coming from inside the fabric. "Could you tip your head up a little so I can see better?" Once he complied her sea green eyes studied the wound. It certainly looked painful, and if it wasn't treated an infection would likely start soon. It seemed she had come upon him just in time. "It doesn't look too serious right now, but any longer and you might have had a problem. I'll get you patched up though," she said, offering a small, reassuring smile. The Marino fey knelt down and pulled a clean cloth and a glass bottle of alcohol from her bag. She poured some of the strong-smelling liquid on the cloth and then turned her attention back to the man. "This is going to sting, but I need to clean it more thoroughly." After her warning she carefully dabbed the soaked cloth against the open gash, removing whatever harmful bacteria that might have collected there.

Keese · 01-19-2011, 02:41 PM

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Keese found it difficult to keep his eyes from her. The pale yellow orbs watched her as she closed the remaining distance between them and sat her satchel down. Though he did try not to blatantly stare at her and kept his mouth from hanging agape. Instead taking in the curves of her body in over passing glances, allowing his eyes to only linger on her form for a sort moment at a time as he moved the bowl and rag out of her way and otherwise tidied up his camp for the presence of a lady. Even if his current arrangement was humble at best.

And oh how Keese loved the ladies. Even though he was betrothed to Anann he was not expected to be loyal to her and only her. Oh no, no, no. He was a son of a noble clan, one of the pure blood clans and one of the founding clans of the Tosawi empire. The Harliegh woman would give him one litter at best and even then he was only promised one living child, a bitch at that, which would serve as the next queen, but be of no use to continue his own line. So if his line was to continue it was irrational to think he would be faithful only to her. The idea was preposterous and so he was free to spread his seed where he chose, though the clan itself would only recognize male offspring of pure wolf blood.

Wordlessly he followed her instruction, tilting his head as directed as the elegant beauty inspected the tender wound. He was no healer and his first aid knowledge was laughable, but he knew enough to try and keep it clean, even if that was the extent of it. Her inspection of the gash above his eye brought her in close. The sweet, soft feminine scent she bore teased his nose. Of coarse she wore the mixed and mingled scent of her pack, but there was no strong masculine musk that marked her as mated wolfess. A fact he found rather intriguing and an opportunity he would likely find himself unable to pass up.

Keese had already begun to worry about infection. It seemed far more tender than what other few injuries he could recall. Though it wasn't often, surprisingly, that he received such a blow to the face as what the black armed hybrid had dealt. Unable to resist the urge to scoff lightly at her words, Keese wouldn't admit to the concerns of his own he had had about his own feeble attempts to clean the gash, but otherwise he was quiet as she started to clean the cut, the alcohol not causing too bad of a sting, at first. As it began to saturate the open flesh and the burning grew he flinched. His inhale sharp and hissing sounding as he pulled away from her. Pale yellow eyes glaring at those of a most unique sea green for a moment before his gaze softened and turned away from her own. "..sorry, never been found of the burn..or healers."

Cambria Marino · 01-21-2011, 10:47 PM

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SoSuWriMo 524

If she hadn't become focused on taking care of the gash above the man's eye, she probably would have noticed how his eyes still roved over her form from time to time. It was lucky for him that she was only thinking of how to help him stave off infection and heal otherwise she likely would have started becoming more and more uncomfortable in his presence. Strange men, for the most part, scared the Marino fey. After what had happened to her that one day in the city she did her best to avoid males that she did not know. Cambria was not a strong wolf, and she knew that she could easily be overpowered if anyone ever wanted to try. The best thing she could do was to avoid any situation that might come to that. Her desire to help others with her abilities overrode her caution though.

He complied easily with her gentle requests and as she looked the injury over she noted that there was no pack scent that clung to his fur. It was even better that she had come across him then. If the wound had gone untended and became infected, he would have had no one to help him when he became sick. Now all that should be able to be avoided. Cambria knew that the cleaning of a cut was the most unpleasant part of the healing process and so she was always mindful to be as gentle about it as she could, but of course there was no remedy for the sting. He did well at first but eventually he did flinch away from her contact. The way he looked at her at first made her heart jump in fright, but soon enough his visage softened again. She wasn't sure exactly how to respond to his words, but settled on saying, "A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Even if he had flinched away, she figured she had gotten it cleaned well enough to proceed to the real remedy.

Sitting down on the ground in front of him she rummaged through her pack and took out a pouch of dried plants, a bottle of clean water, a mortar and pestle, and a bowl and stirrer. Taking some of the dried marigold out of the pouch, she placed the plant in the mortar and began to grind it down until it became a more or less uniform, powdery substance. Pouring the powder into the bowl, she then added a bit of water to it and began to stir it into a paste. Cambria added more water until she was satisfied with the thickness of the paste she had created. Next she pulled out a clean bandage and smeared the paste onto it. "I'm going to wrap this around your head. It will reduce the inflammation and stave off infection. It might throb a little, but when the pain goes away you'll know that its done its job and you can remove the bandage." The chocolate fey stood back up and wrapped the prepared poultice around the man's head and tying it tightly so it would stay well in place.

Keese · 02-20-2011, 09:19 PM

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Fair bit of pp, let me know if you want it changed :x

What alcohol was left in the wound still burned causing him to grimace a bit with his ears laid back flat. He had often voiced the opinion that healers often caused more pain than they cured; and that some rather enjoyed the pain they inflected and watching their patients squirm. Not that anything about the earthen hued fem spoke anything of the gray and weathered and well aged males that was the stereotypical Tosawi medic. At least she was pleasing to the eye. Very much so he decided as he watched her work. Not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes drank in her form. Roving over her every curve as focused on her work. Only pulling away as she finished with the paste and began to prepare the bandage.

Watching her he could feel his desire stir. Her slender form of warm chocolate, tipped in hues soft cream. She came ever so close again as she began to wrap the bandage around his head after having explained its purpose. Her scent filling his nose and he drank it in. Closing his eyes as he allowed his mind a moment of fantasy. He remained still as she fastened the bandage, rising to his feet once she had finished. Reaching out to grab hold of her wrist and pull her to him.

Keese was used to getting what he wanted and right now this fine little thing had found her way onto that list. He held her with a firm grip, though if she struggled he would let her go. He found far more pleasure in someone willing rather than forcing the matter. However, he was not beyond being rather forward about it either. "You are so beautiful," a husky tone to his voice. He brought up an ivory hand to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the black beauty mark there. He moved to kiss her, his maw tipping down and seeking out her own.

Cambria Marino · 03-06-2011, 11:36 PM

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No complaints here!

The Marino was completely focused on treating the man and was in no way picking up on the attention his eyes were giving her body. While she was concocting the paste her gaze didn't even pass over him, intent on her task. Perhaps it was her own naivety that lead her not notice the subtle signs that he found her attractive and it stirred a sinister desire in him. Cambria did not often leave the security and comfort of Crimson Dreams and no males there had ever taken that kind of interest in her. Ever since she had discovered, quite dramatically, that she was attracted to other females she could not even imagine a man wanting her in a sexual way. Such possibilities were never considered nor did they cross her mind.

So what happened as soon as she had finished applying the bandage to the man's head caught her completely unawares. Suddenly he was standing and had grabbed a tight hold on her wrist, pulling their bodies close together. Cambria's heart stalled in her chest and her eyes grew wide, a look of terror crossing over her face. Her first instinct told her that he wished to do her harm, but as his husky voice called her beautiful and one of his large hands came to stroke her face his true intentions became clear. Cambi began to tremble out of fright and when his mouth came down to search hers out her head turned away and she tried to pull back from his grasp. "N-no, p-p-please!" she stuttered out, tears coming to her eyes.

Keese · 03-22-2011, 12:54 PM

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what a creeper Keese is. Finish soon?

It was not the first time that he had come on a little strong and earned such a similar reaction from a female. But he had also learned that one often wasted time with a slow stalk when a pounce was all that was needed. He had taken a gamble and lost, but the game was not over yet and in his own he could still recover.

As soon as she turned away from him, crying in protest, he stopped his assault. His grip loosened. Though, he resist letting go just yet. After all, she could just be playing hard to get. "Oh sweetheart, don't cry. I didn't mean to frighten you." Ears pulled backed apologetically; his hand once more reached for her cheek in hopes of brushing the tears from her eyes. "You are just so beautiful. A rare and delicate flower," and as if to further construe his point Keese lifted a strand of the soft chocolate mane to his nose. Sniffing it as one might a rose. "I do not wish to bruise your petals." He words cooed as if he was trying to easy a frightened and injured animal.

He would be content to play the slow game with this one. There was something about her that intrigued him. There was an innocence about her. A purity and he found it ever so alluring. Intoxicating. Drawing this out would only make it so much sweeter when he would at last taste her nectar.

Cambria Marino · 04-14-2011, 10:38 PM

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Total creeper XD Yup, Cambi gunna run awaaaaaay!

A brief flood of relief came to her as the man backed off, but he did not release her completely so the panic still coursed through her veins. His tone and words may have been comforting, but it was far too late for the Marino fey to be soothed. The terror had settled in. She was a frightened doe that wanted absolutely nothing other than to escape from this intimidating predator. There was almost no fight in her, so her only response was flight. Cambi looked to where her things were in relation to her position and as soon as she was able, she pulled her wrist free from his grasp and bent down to scoop up whatever she could. She did not even bother to look and see if she had grabbed anything. Items and herbs could be replaced—what he wished to take from her could not.

Arms full, she rose back to her feet and quickly turned and ran back in the direction of Crimson Dreams. Part of her thought she should go someplace else and not risk leading the man to her home, but home was the only place that she would find protection. Even if he found out where she lived, her family would protect her. Mati would protect her. Tears continued to streak her face as she ran and breathless sobs were torn from her breast. It was things like this that made her never want to leave the safety of the Dreaming lands.

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