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Oak · 02-13-2011, 02:40 PM

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The storm had finally abated, drifting past Nova Scotia to torment elsewhere. No longer was the outside world a blank cloud of white that could not be broken even to the keenest eyes. Oak could see the apple orchard from the porch, and the forest further past. His limbs trembled with pent-up energy waiting to be relinquished. Staying cooped up for days had not been very much fun, although he had liked spending time with Momma and Cypress, as well as the older Sadira-Marino girls, Amata and Cambria.

He inhaled the frigid air that stung the inside of his nostrils and burst off the porch, landing in a deep snowdrift. He walked awkwardly towards the forest, huffing and snorting with effort as he struggled through the snowy depths. Once he was at the edge of the wood, the boy looked over his shoulder just to make sure he could see the Manor in the distance, as if that omnipresent whiteness would return in a split second. The Manor stood tall, and Oak felt silly for worrying. He wove through the trees, cerulean eyes inspecting the branches, their position on the tree, the space from one to the other. One of the trees' branches began just at his eye level, perfect.

Oak grasped the branch with his hands and let his feet walk up the trunk. He swung over and pulled himself up to stand using a branch from above. In moments, the deft tree-climber had ascended to halfway up the large pine. There he paused, wishing to step away from the trunk and peer through the green needles to see how far up he was. That was a mistake. The end of the branch he stood on was weak and unable to support his weight, and all of a sudden he was falling, his head, limbs and tail crashing against the branches on the way down. He landed with a loud thump, his entire body stinging with pain. Lying still, he thought he could smell blood. Oak touched his fingers to his forehead and saw that they were stained deep crimson. Already in shock from the fall, he could not handle his head bleeding. The world went black.

Amata Sadira · 02-14-2011, 05:31 AM

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WC: 311 OOC: if yo want you can pm me extent of his injuries? Smile

Amata had been cooped up for too long, so when it was time for Cambria to take watch over Artemis, she moved out of the manor. So many things were on her mind at that moment. How much longer could Artemis last? Where was Denali, and was he still alive? What was the future going to hold? Amata could not answer any of these questions. She was so very worried, but she moved from the manor, in hopes that the fresh air would help ease her mind. It had not, however, as she heard in the trees breaking of branches… too many, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a brown pelt falling to the snow. Amata hurried over and saw Oak laying in the snow. She checked his pulse and found it, though she could see that he’d fallen a great distance, the limbs had caught him, which possibly saved his life, not to mention the snow itself. When will these children learn? Climbing was dangerous. She knew she was a climber as a pup, but being how she was about heights, she was a moderate climber, and always cautious. She quickly assessed the situation, and picked up one of his arms as she spoke, trying to wake him, hoping he was not another case of a coma.

Oak, oak, can you hear me?

She said as she started to bend one of his arms with one hand, the other was over the head wound, pushing on it to stop any bleeding. So far damage was minimal, but she still worried. He seemed to have fallen a great distance, and hit a few branches on the way down. She would have to make sure he was ok before she moved him, she didn’t want to cause any extra trauma than she had to, so she hoped he’d wake.

Oak · 02-14-2011, 09:07 AM

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His eyelashes fluttered as a soft hand lifted his arm from the frigid snow. A voice called his name and asked if it was heard, echoing from far away as if through a long tunnel. An alien moan sounded from the distance, but it was several seconds before the boy realized that he had emitted the agonized sound. As he regained consciousness, the pain returned, a deep ache that dominated his entire body. Oak slowly lifted his face from the snow, deep blue eyes locking warily on the angelic face above. In the lingering haze of the black-out he was confused and delusional, and he wondered if he had died and the lovely, pale face was that of a messenger who would take him away. His fearful heart beat against his ribs — he was not ready for death. As the moments passed, however, his mind cleared and he realized that he would not be so cold and in so much pain if his life had been taken from him.

Am-Amata? he croaked, his voice muffled and slurred. He had gained bruises and scrapes while roughhousing with his brothers, but he had never experienced pain like this. His forehead throbbed where it had hit the ground and burst open, his limbs stinging with multitudes of open cuts. Amata's face wavered, like he was looking at her from underwater. The rust-furred boy whimpered as he pushed his hands into the snow and attempted to pull himself up. I-I fell, he spoke, slipping back onto his belly and whining softly as his wounded flesh scraped against the harsh icy snow. He rolled onto his back, wincing as needles of pain pierced him. Slowly the injured pup sat up, breathing deeply.

Amata Sadira · 02-16-2011, 11:18 PM

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WC: 306 OOC: sorry for the wait! <3

She was glad that he stirred, that was a good sign, and moving, though she wasn’t sure he should be, though it was better for him to move himself than her. She could see the pain etched on his face as he sat up. She had dropped his arm, letting him use it and kept her eye on any possible problems that she could ask him about. It was clear that he was in a lot of pain just from looking at him…and seeing him fall as well.

Do you think you have any broken bones? Show me where it hurts

She said, she didn’t acknowledge that she was indeed who he said she was, but she was so concerned for him right now that it did not occur to her. Looking at the tree when he mentioned he fell, she nodded. She knew, as she’d witnessed the fall itself, though she doubted he’d know that.

Yes I saw, a pretty bad fall too. I thought you pups learned from experience.

Amata said exasperated, her eye keeping on his movements, her hand had returned to his forehead where he’d bumped it, making sure that the cut wouldn’t open up right away again. She wanted to make sure that he had nothing broken before she brought him back to the manor where she could patch him up better. She wish she had her bag with her, that way she could treat him then and there. This is what she got for not being ready, a real injury. Anu would be so worried when she saw Oak, she thought it best to tell her after she patched the boy up, that way he had enough time to heal before Anu tried to shake some sense into the poor boy. He would at least be somewhat ready for it.

Oak · 02-19-2011, 01:07 AM

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The haze was lifting from his head and he could think and see more clearly. His muzzle hung down to his chest though his dark eyes flicked to Amata when she questioned him. Oak did not think he had broken any bones, or else he would be in much more pain than he was in now. He wiggled his knees and gingerly moved his arms around. There was definitely a soreness but he could still move his limbs freely. He lifted his head and shook it at her. No, I don't. My head hurts and I'm sore, everywhere, he explained in a flat tone.

Oak heard the note of exasperation in her voice and felt his heart sink, looking at her with a meek, shameful expression. I've never fallen before, he spoke in frustration with himself. Had he been more careful, or never even climbed the tree in the first place, he would have been spared the beautiful girl's annoyance. He would much rather have impressed her with competence and maturity, and instead he was like a helpless, unthinking pup in her eyes. He winced again as she touched the tender flesh around his headwound, though he enjoyed her gentle hands.

Amata Sadira · 02-21-2011, 05:30 AM

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WC: 301 OOC: whee!!

As he confirmed that he had no broken bones, she looked at him with concern. Yes it was a good thing that he had no real outer injuries but she knew a head injury could always be serious. She would keep him in a sitting position at least for a little while, she didn’t want him to move too much just yet. At his words she couldn’t help but remind him of her sister’s own fall, she kept quiet about it.

It’s ok, lets not make this a habit though. I do trust you learned your lesson of course.

She said finally letting her hand go, it was crimson with blood, but that was to be expected, she grabbed a handful of snow and wiped off her hands to clean them off, the red stain now in the snow itself, which looked dauntind. She nodded for the boy to grab some up for himself.

I want you to put some of that snow on your head and get up real slow ok? Not too fast. We’ll get you fixed up before your mom hears about anything.

She said, she’d have to tell her, she knew, but in the state the woman was in, she knew it wouldn’t be a very pleasant thing for the pup. She’d make it as easy on him as she could, and if Anu didn’t see the blood it wouldn’t be so bad. That was what she’d learned anyway. Amata stood up and held her hand out to take one of his to help him up. He’d probably be unsteady just from the bump on his head, but then again it could be all fine and he just needed a cleaning, but to fall from such a height he’d gotten very lucky he had not broken anything.

Oak · 03-07-2011, 09:38 AM

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He was still not able to keep his eyes completely open; they fluttered, drifting open and closed. He continued to steal apologetic looks toward the creme woman. He had never embarrassed himself like this before, never done anything so stupid and obviously dangerous. The thriving confidence that he had once had in his tree-climbing skill was completely demolished, and after this, he doubted he would ever again want to test fate and scale a tree. I won't do this again, he spoke quietly, meaning that he would be careful, when and if he chose to climb again.

Oak had not thought about the further consequences of his mistake until now, his mother's disappointed face appearing in his mind. He had never betrayed his Anu's trust, either, and it was not something he wished to ever happen. There was no escaping it, for he was certain that Amata was obligated to tell Mother what had happened. But when the pale woman spoke again, he looked at her abruptly and with wide eyes. You're not gonna tell Mother? he asked, his voice dripping surprise.

His eyes trailed to the bloody snow where she had wiped her hands. The dark crimson made him a little queasy, but it reminded him of what she had instructed. He took a clump of snow and pressed it against his throbbing forehead. The icy stung the wound, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Oak drew his knees up and slowly began to rise. The world spun faintly, green and brown trees blurring with white snow, but if he paused every few seconds on his journey to his feet, his vision corrected itself and he could see clearly. When he had stood up, the boy wavered a little but remained upright. His legs and arms ached, although as he looked at the tree from which he had fallen, he was glad that it was only an ache. The snow was deep enough to break his fall and save his bones — he was very lucky.

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Amata Sadira · 03-26-2011, 07:51 PM

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WC: 225 OOC: sorry for the wait! <3 You really should have given me a back of the head slap so hard for this XD

Amata nodded her approval of his response. He had learned his lesson and it seemed, he learned it well. She had a feeling the boy would not be getting up a tree any time soon. She could see him calculating what she said and couldn’t help but smile at his dumbfounded look.

“She has much more to worry about right now, besides, she’ll find out soon enough. Can’t hide a wound like that from a mother.”

She would know... She’s tried so many times in the past it was no use trying to hide any new hurts. She knew what it was like. She stayed close as he moved his hands over the snow and brought it to his face, her hand beneath his elbow just in case he fell, but he seemed to get up well enough, stopping when he needed to. She smiled, yes he would be fine, as long as he took things easy for the next few days and rested his body which would in no doubt be trying to heal any internal stuff that happened along the way. She started slowly letting herself move to his stride as they headed to the mansion to get him stitched up and taken care of. Poor pup, as if there wasn’t enough pain in the world right now.

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