Smoke on the Wind

Element · 01-01-2011, 01:59 PM

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ooc: foredated january 3rd? wc: 530

Element was on his back, pawing lazily at a passing snowflake. It turned out that the winter wasn't as harsh as he thought it would be, as his pelt had grown in thick and warm for the winter. It was also black, and soaked up the sunlight - when any was available. Right now, the winter was cold, and there was snow on the ground and in the air. He looked at the snowflake, keen cat eyes focusing on the edges and the shape of the thing, wondering how it was so well formed. How were the snowflakes so well formed? They came from the sky. Rain splattered from the sky in raindrops, and that was normal - falling would shape it that way. But the snowflakes, the snowflakes were in beautiful patterns, completely symmetrical, and Element didn't have a clue - not a clue - as to how or why they were that way.

One fell on his paw and he looked at it, white against black, until it soaked into his fur and was no more. Element licked the spot, tasting the cold frostiness of the air on his tongue, and continued to lie on his back in the pile of leaves that had fallen from the trees. White light filtered down through the branches that were void of any signs of life, any leaves or flowers, but Element knew they'd come back in the spring.

Element then heard an uneven thudding. Thud-thud, thud-thud. Perking his large harks up, he listened, emerald orbs concentrating on the darkness of the forest behind him. Thud-thud, thud-thud. The sound grew closer. He suddenly remembered where he'd heard that sound before; it was when he and Sanuye had ridden the horse to AniWaya.

It was the sound of hoof beats.

Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud - the sound grew louder and nearer, and Element stood up abruptly. He liked horses very much, liked their way of being free and riding in the wind, but didn't want to be in the path of a charging one. He sidestepped, then saw as the beast emerged from the dark and barren trees.

It was why he hadn't seen it; it was black, black as night, as black as Element himself. At the sight of the cat, the horse reared up on its hind legs and let out a loud neighing sound that echoed in Element's ears. Terrified, the cat made to run away, but not before the enormous beast crashed down on the little cat's leg.

Element let out a loud screech of pain as the horse raced away into the darkness - his leg, his leg, his leg...he dared to look down at the black appendage and saw that his foreleg was bent in such a way that it shouldn't be. Element tried to move, so that he didn't get in the way of any other dangers, but as soon as he did, he let out another cry. His foreleg, it hurt so, so much...suddenly, the world rushed up to meet him as he fell down. He was dizzy...so...dizzy...

Conor Soul · 01-01-2011, 03:10 PM

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He had followed the animal for some time now, absolutely intrigued by the lovely, flawless velvet hue of the majestic beast. It seemed to be a different breed than the tame mounts that often were found accompanying their masters. There was no luperci chasing after this one, and he wondered if it was a free, wild creature still enjoying its immerse freedom. The Soul brute had thought about horses and the possibility of acquiring one, but that desire was put to the test as he saw the beautiful creature move with such strength and purpose. Were they meant to be captured and have their will bent to another being? Would it be right for him to steal someone’s freedom away like that? The caramel male had kept his gaze locked on the horse for some time now, and had thankfully not been discovered despite his lively pelt colour amongst white and black. Thick, rich undergrowth did well at hiding him away, and instead of continuing his border patrol as usual, the Soul male had remained, only to watch the impressive carnivore as it feasted on a scarce patch of yellow, sick grass. Winter was hard on them all.

Then, something seemed to spook the grand animal, and it twisted violently away from his view and all he then heard was the sound of hooves thundering against frosted ground. A sigh escaped the young wolf as lavender eyes settled on the distant sky above as it spread soft white down all around him. It was a beautiful season if one just took time to look for the right things. Rain was lovely as well; the most beautiful sound there was in his ears. The snow was strangely silent, taking its time to fall down onto earth and add to the lovely layer of purified white on the ground. He did not love it less, he found, for his lilac orbs found their dance through the cool air absolutely stunning. However, Conor was not allowed to dream himself away for long before a horrible sound struck through the thick forest, rising from afar but with such urgency that a shiver struck his spine and made his orange hackles rise. The scream was an agonized one, and a large portion of chilled air leaped into the young alpha’s lungs as he set into the direction of the tortured creature. It was unlike any sound he had ever heard, but it was not in the Soul male to be spooked for that reason. A creature in need was a creature in need, and the sound chilled his bones more than the cold season ever could.

The sight that met him struck him with wonder. It was another beautiful animal dressed with pitch black, though so much smaller than the mammal he had watched earlier. In truth he realized that he had followed the fresh hoof prints to the current scene, and he realized what had happened. This fact did not make him sick, but to imagine the large animal’s hard hooves crush down on the small feline was not a lovely image. Lilac zoomed in on the small cat. He had of course spotted a few larger felines on occasion, but never been so close to this kind of animal before. He assumed it was wild, unlike Tsukiko’s lovely companion. He stepped closer to the smaller creature, but was reluctant to haste over to its spot straight away. If a wild animal was spooked, chance was that it could worsen a current injury in fear and with its attempts to flee. Conor was in fact a predator as every other of his kind, but it was not with a predator’s eyes he watched the poor thing. It was not hard to point out the grand injury; a black furred leg owning a strange, unnatural angle. It was most likely broken. Poor thing. Crouching slightly where he stood, he shuffled a bit closer to the animal, wondering if it had fainted. It was not screaming any more.

”Psss, psss,” he murmured, adopting the sound he had read in one of his many books where humans interacted with their pet cats. ”There, there, little one.” His words were meant to be soothing, but he did not think it really understood his high speech. The Dahlian wolf did not want to take anything for granted, but he did not aim for a long, sophisticated conversation with the injured cat any way. He wished only to help. Fingers brushed against the medicine bag and he was content knowing that it was no foolish thing to make it a habit to bring it along with him as he walked. There were items he would need to set the bone, and those were safely tucked away into the beholder he had brought along with him.

Element · 01-01-2011, 03:34 PM

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Element quieted himself immediately, save for only a few whimpers here and there. He didn't want to attract anything that might make his injury larger or more painful, and he certainly didn't want to attract anything that would try to finish Element off. He knew all too well of the ways of the wild - those that are weak die. And Element was certainly in a position of weakness now. How was he going to get home if he couldn't move for pain? The foreleg that was broken - it was his left one - was bent at a strange angle and it was currently throbbing with steady beats of pain. Pain. Pain. Element groaned and set his head down on the leaves that at least provided some sort of cushion for his poor leg.

He took deep breaths, willing himself not to sleep or pass out. He stopped being dizzy, but he still felt a bit light-headed - but if he fell asleep now, something like a large carnivore would surely come and eat him. Perhaps an eagle. Element had witnessed once an eagle swoop down to capture a raccoon - a raccoon that wasn't much smaller than himself. He was sure that a bird of prey may swoop down to capture him if it felt so inclined - but it wouldn't put up a fight long if Element could scratch it while awake. While asleep? The stakes were high, and being unconscious wasn't a good thing right now.

Suddenly, Element smelled something despite his wracking pain. Trying to pull his mind away from his injury and towards the scent, he detected canine. His ears perked straight up - he didn't want to turn around for fear of hurting himself more - his leg was already in a bad position. He knew that the canine was interested in him, however - the scent told him that much. It lingered. And even though most of the canines Element had met were friendly and didn't hurt him, the rules had changed now. Element was crippled, at least for a little while, and he wasn't sure what this canine was aiming to do.

However, words quickly soothed Element's fears - the wolf gave a small 'pss' sound and told him 'there, there'. He knew now that this wolf wasn't aiming to hurt him - if he was trying to hurt him, he would have done it already in Element's weakened state. But he had no reason to trick the broken and pain-wracked feline, so Element turned his head the best he could without hurting his leg further to examine his visitor.

The wolf was a stunning shade of orange with a paler underside. His eyes were a brilliant violet hue, gleaming in the darkness. He had a bag by his side, and Element wasn't sure what was in it, but his hand was by it. Element raised his gaze to the eyes that held sympathy for the creature, and he was warmed. He wrapped his tail around his injury and spoke.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Can you help me?" He didn't know if the canine wanted to or not, but he surely could - and it was a better chance than Element had staying out here in the wild, alone, all night with a broken leg. He wondered if the orange wolf would help him, and if so, what he would do - Element had no knowledge of broken limbs.

Conor Soul · 01-01-2011, 07:24 PM

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He suddenly felt extremely stupid when intelligent words escaped the small feline. It was a shame that he had assumed that the cat did not know high speech. He did not focus on this though, as there were far more pressing matters of which he should attend to. It was easy for him to kill off the remaining distance between the two of them now, but not before he revealed who he was and that his intentions were honourable. The cat’s orbs held a lovely emerald, and the male automatically melted within as he gazed into the adorable creature’s eyes. So small and helpless. He knew this was not true overall, but he had a soft spot for living creatures, and felines were lovely designed in the first place. ”I am Conor.” voice was calm and friendly, as he still did not know exactly where he stood when it came to this unfamiliar creature. He had barely interacted with his pack member’s companion, and was uncertain of how to act around it. The answer was easy, however, as he could simply treat the feline as an equal.

”I will help you,” he smiled, finally stepping forwards and kneeling by the fallen creature. Hand lifted slowly and settled on the small injured leg of the cat. It was definitely broken, but he had not been in doubt about that. He could set it straight away, as it was not a horrible fracture, but he had to touch and feel the bone to make certain that the horse had not shattered parts of the bones. He did not believe it was that bad, but it was necessary for him to be certain so that he would not make it worse by trying to set the bone right again. ”This will hurt, but I need to investigate the fracture,” the male said, tone soft and soothing. He wanted the cat to know exactly what he was doing, so that they could build up a fragile trust, at least for now. They were both strangers, but would not remain so for long. The lavender eyed male resisted the urge to stroke the injured feline’s coal hued head. It was ridiculous how small and vulnerable the smaller creature seemed to be at the moment. That was soft hearted Conor Soul for you.

He waited a small moment more before his fingers hardened over the injured area. He did not wish to cause the cat more pain, but it could not be avoided.

Element · 01-01-2011, 09:27 PM

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d'awww conor's so nice <3 wc: 416

Conor was the orange wolf with violet eye's name, and Element closed his eyes. The pain was beginning to be great, and Element wondered if it was more than just a broken bone, and if it was perhaps something worse. He hoped not, as he knew even with his limited experience in broken limbs and injuries that something that was shattered to bits was harder to heal and took longer to heal than something that was simply snapped in half. He wished now that he had paid more attention to books and such about healing and injuries - this would be a good time to have known about that. Instead, he had listened and read the interesting things, and now perhaps was paying the price for not paying attention to important life skills.

Element then relaxed more as the wolf said that he would help him. "Thank you," Element said, extremely happy that this wolf was going to help him heal, or at least get out of this wretched forest. He thought back to the beginning of his time at Souls, thinking about when he had thought that all canines were vicious and evil. He had slowly learned that this wasn't true in the least, and that it had even just been one that had taken Flower. And now...now, he was being helped by a wolf, by the same species that he had once condemned. How much he had learned since then, how much knowledge he'd acquired - it wasn't the species, it was the individual. It wasn't right to assume that all of one species was bad, and he remembered how heartbroken he had been when Keychain had snatched the bird out of the air for simply being a bird. He was lucky he'd realized he was wrong. And he was. He was grateful for this wolf that had come and saved him from the darkening sky, the dangers in the woods, and promised himself that he would always help someone in need if he needed. And one day, he'd repay this wolf, somehow.

Element nodded as Conor said that it would hurt, but he had to investigate the area of the injury. It would determine how bad Element was hurt, and how much time would be needed for it to repair. He winced slightly as Conor felt his injury and his hands hardened, but he didn't say anything or move, because that may make the injury larger.

Conor Soul · 01-02-2011, 06:38 AM

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Lavender watched emerald disappear behind ebony lids. There was sympathy in his gaze, though he did not know the strength of the physical pain keeping the cat trapped by his own paw. Conor had never broken any bone in his soon to be two year old body, but he had witnessed others who had. This would not be the first leg he had set, and it was not likely to be the last either. He had seen their pain and watch their faces twist in pain at the lightest touch as they tried hard not to scream. An exhale sounded from the orange man, but he could not carry the cat’s misery for him. The cat nodded and accepted that there was more pain to come before anything could be done to help. The black fur was velvet soft under his fingers, but little focus lingered on that as fingers curled firmly against the fractured leg, testing the edges of the unnaturally bended front paw slowly. Peace had reclaimed the canine’s cream hued face by now, for he had returned to his right element. It was no joy in the detailed process itself, but he loved what he did because it helped save lives that otherwise could have been lost.

It was fortunate that he had arrived so shortly after the cat had been trampled, as the leg would no doubt start swelling really soon and it would have made the process of setting the bone so much more painful, especially since Conor had not done this a lot of time. That did not mean that he was uncertain of what to do, but he knew that he would have met some extra obstacles if the cat’s arm was allowed to swell before the bone had readjusted and forced back from the twisted angle it currently owned. The Alpha’s mind returned to the ebony horse and he wondered if it could have been he that had spooked the large animal. There was no way for the young Soul male to know this for certain, but the possibility could easily kill his mood off completely if he allowed such thoughts to linger. They would just have to be grateful that the green eyed feline’s injuries were not worse, as the beast had been large, especially compared to the cat’s petite form.

It was not an open fracture, and the male was glad to see this, though he was not permitted a visual investigation of the cat’s injury. He had set bones before that had pierced through flesh and skin, and it was a rather messy activity. A nod was given, though it was mostly meant for himself. He was pleased with the feel of the broken bone, and it seemed all there was to do was to put it back together and bandage it up together with a stick to ensure that the leg would remain stretched out so that it would heal properly. Conor demanded quality of his own work, and he did not like to risk having to re-break a bone that had grown together wrongly. Apparently, bone pain such as this was something of the worst there was when it came to pain, and though the golden wolf’s choice of action could hurt the cat greatly, the results would eventually be worth the little extra amount of agony. Conor Soul was fairly certain that this lovely feline would be up on four feet in no time.

Drawing away from the kitty, the autumn hued male got up on his feet and stepped away for a moment, leaving his pouch by the cat’s side as unintentional proof that he was not leaving. Lilac eyes scanned the snow covered ground, and it did not take long before the male found a stick that he thought would suit his needs. After a moment of consideration, he picked up another, smaller twig, though with a slightly fatter body. To set the leg would not be a lovely process, and he would do what he could to ease the situation for the feline. Had it not been for the fact that he had to act quickly before the swelling of the leg would set in, the male would have sat down and made a mixture of certain herbs to ease the pain and help the cat relax. There was no time for such privileges, unfortunately.

The man returned to the black animal’s resting form and knelt by its side, holding up the shorter twig between two cream painted fingers. ”This is going to hurt, “ he said, stating the obvious with a sympathetic smile entering his lips. It was meant to be reassuring, but he did not know how accustomed the feline was to manners and facts that belonged to canines. ”You should bite down on this,” he continued, laying down the stick in front of the cat so that it would be his choice whether or not he wished to follow the golden wolf’s advice. He held the other stick out and laid the twig down next to the paw. Yes, that would do. Turning his eyes to the resting cat, he informed the animal what was going to happen next. ”I have to set the bone right again straight away, or else it will only be more painful when the rush of blood makes your leg swell.”

Now, the male’s full focus turned to the leg curled in its unnatural angle. Hands and firm fingers were placed close to the fractured bone on each their respective sides. Another moment managed to pass before the optime’s hands moves, stretching the leg out and coaching it back to its righteous place and angle.

Element · 01-02-2011, 01:06 PM

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Element nodded at the Conor man's statement that it was going to hurt. Element was no expert when it came to healing, of course, but he knew that the leg that was bent sideways in a strange fashion that wasn't mean to be had to be corrected. And it had to be corrected before the bone started to grow that way. Element shuddered at the thought, trying to ignore the steady throbbing of pain from his leg. He knew what Conor was going to do, and braced himself as best he could for it.

He glanced down at the stick that Conor offered and swiftly grasped it between his jaws. He knew that it was going to hurt, and to not take it would be a foolish move; he'd rather take his pain out on the stick than to lash out in a spasm of pain. He was glad at the sight of Conor's reassuring smile; it was warming and helped calm him down, although he was naturally good at being calm. He concealed himself behind a mask of composure, although he did feel the pain; it wouldn't do to cringe and whine, however. It was easier to hide himself behind his ebony features that expelled a sense of calmness and sureness; and soon, he began to feel that until the mask melted into one with him.

The ebony feline nodded again as Conor told him his plans of setting the bone before it swelled and became more painful. He knew that this was the only way, and the best way, to fix him before it got worse.

Snap.

Element had known pain. He'd known pain from the slashes and bites of other cats, he'd known pain from great falls that even his feline reflexes didn't protect him against, he'd known pain from crashes and bashes and slashes and all those things.

But never like this.

It seared up and down his leg like hot, molten fire coursing through his veins and his arm and his bones. He bit down onto the stick hard, hearing a snap and realizing that the stick was falling out of his mouth and he had snapped it in half. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his teeth, closing his jaw in such a grip that would snap a bone in half, even. Slowly, slowly, the searing pain ebbed away from Element's mind and body.

Element took deep breaths, slowly, to calm himself down. The pain was still there, but it was different from the searing, white-hot pain that had wracked him moments before, and now it was just down to a dull throb. A painful dull throb, but bearable, unlike the pain that had tortured the feline when Conor had set the bone.

The feline looked down at his leg and an expression of great relief crossed his face. The leg, instead of bent at the sickening angle, was now straight. Although it still hurt, he was glad that it was this way; the pain was lesser, and it would heal better. He looked up at Conor, whose eyes were full of sympathy and caring. "Thank you," he said again, really feeling the words. "You're a good wolf, Conor."

Conor Soul · 01-02-2011, 06:03 PM

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There would always be the quiet desire to close his eyes when he brought so much carnal misery to explode in another, but the canine’s attentive gaze remained open and utterly focused on stretching the small, black limb out perfectly. Fingers and strength was carefully calculated, for he did not want to risk having to go through several attempts to set the broken bone properly because he misjudged the pressure needed. It was not until now that it dawned on the Dahlian creature that he had only treated canidae in the past. Bone structure would not be so different though, and he did not fear he would run into complications of any sorts. The pumpkin wolf was confident in his field, and the injury remained quite simple. It was extremely painful and would take some extra time to heal, but this was not a serious case.

There was the sound of hard mass cracking apart through immerse unnatural pressure from a creature’s milky white fangs. Purple orbs could not abandon the task, but he knew that it was the sound of the stick snapping in half. Setting the bone did not take long, and the yearling remained by the cat’s side, grazing the scene with silence as the tortured feline drew deep breaths in pursuit of a high that could be acquired in some degree by fat amounts of air. The smile had fled when concentration had dominated his face, but it was slowly creeping back as he looked the slick black limb over. Fingers had already confirmed what his eyes believed they saw; that the bone had been set right. Turning slightly, the coin painted man with the soft eyes brought attention to the medicine bag, finally.

A few folded layers of cloth were gently put down on the cold earth. They could have been used as bandaged if he just decided to rip them up, but there were already premade rolls to take from here, and he always carried two around with him. One could not anticipate urgent accidents. Fetching one of the light gray rolls of cloth, he laid it on top of the cloth to ensure that no amount of snow could soak into the temperate fabric. The canine then turned to the small bobcat; feeling strangely touched by the feline’s words as they were spoken softly by a voice that left no doubt that it was heartfelt. The young Dahlian had managed to resist so far, but his self-discipline was wearing thin now, and he finally lifted a hand, slowly, and reached to pat the black, silky fur. ”It’s my pleasure,” he replied, his compassionate smile growing the slightest bit.

It was not over though, and the male returned to the injured leg, carefully lifting the cat’s front leg up slightly while holding the lengthy stick with two flexible fingers of that same hand, against the side where the angle had turned before he set it straight. Conor’s remaining hand applied the bandage, making firm, but not too much, as the limb would soon swell properly and therefore it was important that he did not put the bandage too tight. This was something he had done many times, and it did not take long before the cat’s limb was wrapped with light cloth. The wolf shrugged, knowing well that it probably looked a silly for the pitch black feline to have a leg screaming with another colour, but he doubted the smaller animal would file a complaint for that. What was vanity in this situation?

He did not pack the rest of the cloth back into the leather back immediately. There was no urgency in this scene any longer, but he wondered if the cat was aware that it was no way he would allow it to reclaim its solitude just yet. It was a patient of his now, and while he was not certain if the cat would appreciate his concern to this coming extent, he would not leave it until the leg had gotten at least a few days, maybe a week. Much could go wrong still if the feline managed to continue on his own. The wolf doubted it though, as the cat was not in a shape to be able to hunt for itself. ”What is your name?” the lavender eyed asked kindly, desiring to learn the name of this creature. He had anticipated more trouble from the animal, but he had been proven wrong. A cat’s intelligence should not be underestimated, and the Dahlian was surprise he had done so, even after communicating a little with the Japanese woman’s feline companion.

Element · 01-04-2011, 09:19 PM

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Element smiled as the orange and cream wolf patted Element on the side, assuring him that it was his pleasure. Element didn't doubt it; he could tell from this man's sympathetic stature and eagerness to help the black feline that he liked helping others, and have done it before. Probably with other canines, however; he was sure that this man had helped others in his pack before. The scent of him smelled not only of his own scent but of other wolves; some of them had faint scents, like he had met them a few days ago, but some others were present, and all had the scent of a deep forest accompanied with lake and something like flowers. Dahlia de Mai's scent.

Element watched as the Conor man wrapped brightly colored cloth around his foreleg. He wasn't upset by the color; rather, he mentally praised Conor's forethought of the wrap; the wrappings of the cloth would help keep the wetness and dampness of the snow and rain out of Element's fur while his leg healed, and it would help stabilize the leg, keeping it straight and out of danger. The wrap wasn't too tight or too soft, making it perfect for the relatively small feline to relax and let him wrap it around.

The pain was now down to a dull throb that occurred every time his heart beat; he took deep breaths and closed his eyes, concentrating. Slowly, slowly, his rapid heartbeat dropped to a steady rhythm, eventually slowing down so that it only beat twice every second or so, slower than it was moments before. It dulled the pain further and helped the cat reach a normal homeostasis, so that he wouldn't be exhausted in a few seconds. It wouldn't do to overwork his heart.

He opened his eyes again and saw Conor once more. He smiled at him and obliged when he asked him his name. "Element," he replied. He saw something in Conor's eyes, and a smile lanced his features; he wouldn't be going away, would he? Conor was going to keep him until he got better. Well, it was just as well - he wasn't going anywhere, not on that leg; yeah, right. He would gladly go with Conor - if that was the wolf's true intentions. He'd have to wait and see.

Conor Soul · 01-05-2011, 03:34 PM

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As with the petite female companion to his foreign pack member, the man was impressed with the immovable level of dignity within this creature. Conor did not doubt his own race, of course, but he did believe that it was the strange luperci virus that had allowed canines to slowly establish their position as the new superior race. The male had executed his studies well, and knew that it was probably only members of the canis lupus family that had been granted the ability to shift through forms. The rest of the animal population remained in their native form and only that form. Yet it did not mean that they were less intelligent than their canine friends, and the black painted cat with the unique shades of emerald in his gaze was impressive with his gentle minded wisdom. The animal had yet to draw up a lengthy conversation of words, but its demeanour was of high quality, and of great intelligence. And what was probably not expected by most wolves unless they had been outright thought differently, was that this brilliant mind existed in the body of a small creature with an appearance that proved to be universally adorable.

Thankfully, the canine’s brushing fingers did not let open reluctance possess the animal. Instead, he was offered a smile, and he automatically responded, mirroring it. The can showed courage and endurance, but the canine wondered exactly how much he was suffering. He did not doubt that the pain was of a bearable kind now when the leg had been set right, but it remained a painful injury no doubt, especially if the feline was bold enough to attempt to put weight on the bone that had been snapped by a hoof. For a moment, lavender eyes sought the existing trail of upset hooves carved into the snow covered soil. The scene here could have been so much worse than a mere bone fracture. He had understood that feline creatures were masters of grace and agility, and caught himself wondering quietly how the immerse creature had managed to target him with one of its hard hooves. Eyes thought they found an obvious answer, as the current scene was rich in underbrush, and the day was in the process of ripening with a sun spinning on the edge of a sky exploding with vivid explosions of colours.

The little creature had proven to be a flawless patient, and Conor himself was content with the result. There had been no complications of any kinds in the process, and he was certain that the bone had been set right. Fingers had brushed along the fur coated skin to ensure the line of bone was smooth and straight, but it was not easy to be one hundred percent certain when minutes had passed and the blood was rushing to the damaged area. Things had moved swiftly without hesitation though, and it was first now that the cat was likely to realize that the bandage would start to seem just a little bit tighter than it had appeared to be when the male first wrapped the light shaded cloth around its slender limb. The man would of course continue to monitor the leg, through that was an added detail that should not be strictly necessary. Conor enjoyed taking care of those he treated though, and he went as far as he could in order to provide some amount of comfort for those in pain. Tsukiko’s feline companion had refused the tasteful herbal infusions the canine had created, but he assumed this cat would have no problems downing a mixture of herbs if he sought to ease the pain in his leg. He knew not exactly how independent the creature was yet, but there would be many offers to make the situation more liveable.

Ears wrapped with fresh cinnamon colour perked as emerald opened to peer up at him. He had noted the deep breaths that the cat had adapted to, and had quietly observed the animal seek to calm its own body. There was a grand display of self-control within the injured creature, and the Dahlia de Mai wolf’s esteem for the little one only grew while watching this. It revealed its name, and it was Element. It was a unique name, but so were the majority of the names of creatures found in the vast lands of ‘Souls. It made it no less special. It was a handsome name to home, and fitted well to the jet black creature with the large, green lit eyes. The canines’s hands moved to settle in his lap as the yearling remained seated beside the animal. Though, this was only for a moment before he twisted his upper frame slightly so that he could repack his bag. It was a roomy bag; though full of useful and not so useful things. The items he had retrieved for the animal had been located on top, thankfully. There was more interesting things within the leather beholder’s depths, but none that could immediately assist Element’s discomfort.

”Your leg should heal quickly, though I strongly advise you not to put any pressure on it for the next days.” He knew not of a feline’s requirements for freedom, but for the sake of the healing process, Conor would be a strict motherly figure the next week or so. The cat could laugh and cry and rage about it, but the male would remain firm, for he knew that if his warnings were given in vain, the cat could face serious issues if it disturbed the natural healing process. The fracture could open and grow together wrongly, and Element could risk to cripple himself permanently. Of course, this was not to say that the orange painted man expected the feline to disregard such warnings. It had already revealed itself to be a highly intelligent creature, and he would not be surprised if he learned that its intelligence surpassed his own. It was not an intimidating challenge to think this, for Conor had great respect for great minds of all kinds, except for those who held the taint of madness, like his late father, Haku Soul.

”Actually, I will now ask something of you, and I beg you to take the offer into proper consideration before you answer.” Perhaps he was about to underestimate the smaller creature again, but he did not know Element well enough to anticipate the likely reaction here. Different breeds of animals did not usually seek common accommodation. The Victorian house that he shared with several other pack members remained large though, and there would always be space enough for a being that needed a temporary roof over its head. Those who lived together with him in the building knew that it was not rare for the alpha to bring home injured patients so that he could keep an eye or two out for them as they slowly regained their initial health. A cat was no different from a wolf in this matter, and in fact, the Soul male found the idea of housing a feline for a week or two fascinating and exciting. He was eager at the thought of interacting with Element, and learn how the feline perceived the world. Perhaps there were similar interests going around and so on. It was easy to get lost in that train of thought.

”I wish to take you to my home. You need to rest and in the mean time I can offer you a secure place to sleep with a roof over your head, as well as food and other necessities. “ It was a simple request this first time, but if the female decided that he wished to resist the kind invitation, the alpha male’s voice would grow more stern. He doubted this would happen though, because Element was no fool. This was a fact that had been revealed several times already by the brave little creature. ”What do you say?” The canine’s face had taken on a more serious appearance as he had spoken, but now a hopeful smile found nutrition to grow again.

Element · 01-08-2011, 08:54 PM

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sorry for the delay D: wc: 472

Element nodded as Conor told him the strict rules of the bandaged leg - he couldn't put any pressure on it at all for the next few days. He knew that was true, as any pressure to the now-swollen leg would perhaps break it all over again, and Element most certainly did not want that. Nevertheless, he did have to move - he would try to move with three legs later. He had done it once before, when he got a rock stuck between his paw pads, but that hadn't been nearly the same - the consequences of touching the ground then had simply been a sharp pain before he had dug it out with his teeth and claws - the consequences now would be being a cripple for life. He didn't dare put any pressure on the leg, and shifted it slightly so that it would not touch anything if he stood or if Conor moved. The pain that wracked his leg was strong, and he decided not to move the leg anymore.

The man Conor then asked Element to take something into proper consideration, and he stopped moving about and focused on the Luperci with an almost eerie focus, like cats often did. It was like he was peering into the soul of the orange wolf with his emerald sights, but it was really just the sight of a cat focusing on his new-found friend. He knew that whatever Conor had to say, it was important, or he wouldn't have introduced it like that. He waited, stock-still, for the news that he said he bore.

It was as the ebony feline expected - Conor wanted to take Element into his home until his leg healed. Element knew that a feline was a creature of habit and a creature of freedom, but this was no ordinary circumstance. He found himself smiling at the orange man, grateful for all he had done for the feline, even though he hadn't had to.

"Thank you again," Element said. "It would be an honor to be welcomed into your home until my leg heals." He was astounded by this canine's kindness; he had been shown friendliness before by wolves, and happiness, and even had secrets told to him. But never before had he had someone been so kind to him, take time out of their lives to help him get better, and even ask him into their home. In the cold world the cat had grown up in, in all his years that he'd been, this wolf that he now realized was younger - but perhaps not wiser - than him had shown him true kindness, and it had shown him that the world was not a cruel place, but a place of beauty.

Conor Soul · 02-11-2011, 07:50 PM

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LIBRI FAILS HOMG ;_;

The response remained positive, and the canine’s chin rose slightly in quiet contentment. Thoughts focused mainly on the leg. Conor knew so very little about felines in general, but supposed the healing process should take approximately one month, though the cat was likely to be on its legs before that. A few weeks with ultimate rest before light and careful pressure could be added without risking the leg’s recovery. Audits slowly turned to rest back towards the back of his skull, though it was not a motion to inflict mood. Everything was turning out well and he was quite satisfied with what he had managed to do for the other creature.

The genuine appreciation would be more than enough payment for setting the leg and offering accommodation. Ultimately it was greed that formed his actions, for it made life seem so much better if he could help another creature. Haku had been the demon of death, and Conor desperately reached for life. Shadows would never stop to hunt the man with the heart of spring, but he would remain in the light beyond their reach. The confidence of this was forced, but it was all he had.

There was no other way around this current situation. ”I suppose I’ll have to carry you,” he spoke, readying the feline for the fact that that it was probably already aware of. The impression he generally had for canines was that they were proud and independent creatures, and were probably not likely to like the thought of being cradled and carried like a child, but this was the best and easiest option available for them.

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