Dated: August 11
#317
Dawali shook a little as his four paws carried him up the path. The Guardian who led him looked down at him every now and then from atop the equine, eyes like daggers. While perfectly obedient, Dawali was not surprised that he hd not yet been promoted to Itse, at least. He had redeemed himself in his support of Maska, had he not? But lately he had begun to doubt if Maska intended for him to ever rise from the Itawamba rank - perhaps it was just more practical to have him lurking around on four legs. Still, this was an opportunity. The councilman had called him the night before and ordered him to inspect the prisoners. If he did this right, perhaps he would be allowed the Itse rank; hands. He longed so much to have hands. And for this evening, he would be allowed them, if only temporarily.
He was led inside the hut, and the Guardiand positioned himself outside the door. The former Kalona was effectively shut in. Hesitantly at first, Dawali merely glanced at the two prisoners there before he began to shift, the process being so slow that he could barely keep focused; the anticipation was too great. When he finally stood on two legs again, all of him shook for a moment. He was weakened by months of little food, and the shift had taken much of his energy. Still, he now stepped fowards towards the prisoners. While one face was sadly familiar, another was not, but he knew her scent. He had seen her; he know who she was. "Maska sends me to tend to your ills." He mumbled it, ashamed. He knew his function, his place. If she died, she would be worthless. It was up to Dawali to prolong her suffering, even if he did not like it. The world had a sour taste to it.
[html]didn't notice the date on this... editingtralala. & didn't know that he would be seeing them before the parley, maybe Anu could refuse treatment? since she was so banged up in the other thread :/
The wolfess had sat in the dark... Anu had fallen inward, inside herself were it was safe. To extend herself outward too far towards the others around her was dangerous.
Blue eyes opened at the sound of the male's tongue. Another Optime beast coming for her? She looked up at him with a frown. To tend to her ills... it had been the most compassionate thing spoken to her since her imprisonment. The Dreamer turned her head, looking at the wall and steeling herself in anticipation for him to come closer. It was hard to believe that his intention was honest and kind rather then brutal, as were the rest.
The red wolf did not look like a warrior, he did not have the look of a beast who was enjoying her plight or that of the younger more supple fey that shared her confinement. He spoke as if he was unsure, the quiet words were not simply meek but laced with compunction. Shamed. Anu turned back to face him, her eyes harder now as her anger energized her frail form. She had no shame, no regret.
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Assuming Fia was with them at some point? Also took some liberty with how the guards treated her and stuff, hope it's okay? +2 points.
She had been taken into custody almost immediately after the meeting, but she had not been alone for long. There had been two others, an older and younger female, but now there was only one. Foxglove had not spoken to her much at all, nor had she even been speaking to Szellem. Her pain was his and he had become just as silent as she.
It was humiliating to be here, having been taken and locked away for no reason she could understand. It had been a mistake to ask for a letter to be sent to her father. Though she could neither read nor write and had merely wanted someone to send one for her, the guard had chosen to leave the ropes around her wrists. The gypsy girl did not know what would happen now, but she felt as if she would be there forever.
Would she die here? It was a fleeting thought that passed through her mind each time someone came to see them. Each time the prisoners were approached, she feared that it would be the last time. Despite the hopelessness of this situation, the sadness she felt at having been imprisoned, Foxglove did not want to die in body, too. She enjoyed being in the world of the living, even if she did not belong, just as Lolita hadn't. Foxglove had accepted it long ago. Life was enjoyable, usually.
She looked to the door as someone approached and felt herself relax. Dawali would not be there to hurt them. Even if she did not understand why he simply stepped aside, she did not think it her place to question. She was new to AniWaya culture compared to the others. "Hello," she said softly, greeting her former Kalona in a way she hoped would get no one in trouble. She did not yet mention her raw wrists; the other prisoner seemed worse off than she was, though they were both wilting. Age seemed to play in Foxglove's favor, however, and she wished for Dawali to tend the other prisoner first.
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Sorry, forgot to date it - fixed now!
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Foxgove recognised him but Anu did not. Dawali knew her by elimination; a Crimson Dreams leader had been caught, and this was not Savina. He did not know the third one, however. No doubt, though, Anu knew him by name. It was a relief, somehow, that she did not understand who he was. He held his breath as he looked at Foxglove, awkward, praying silently she would not name him. The shame in coming here, the shame in his mission, was braided with the euphoria of seeing his hands again, and to be allowed to work medicine. It was only tonight, no doubt. Maska saw fit to use him only when needed. Relief flooded him as Foxglove simply greeted him, and he lowered his head obediently, as an Itawamba ought to. It was a strange thing, that his rank was below even that of prisoners, but Dawali would not have been able to appear dominant to the females regardless. For that, he was too shameful. Perhaps only if he had been watched, but the Guardian was posted outside the door. "Evening, Foxglove." he mumbled meekly, looking away. There was hoping she would keep his identity a secret.
They had been rough with the leader, but Foxglove was faring better. Their bruises were not so bad, but he worried about the gashes on the Dreamer. "Anu, tell me about your injuries," he asked. Turning while listening for her answer, he placed his satchels on the ground and began to unpack his items and tools - some of which no doubt looked more frightening than reassuring. With his back to them but ears pointed, trusting in the Guardians' knots and that the prisoners would trust him, he found his clay bowls and his skin of hot, pre-boiled tea. He poured three bowls and gave one to them each, but said nothing. Unpacking, he had rought along anything he could think of. Two skins of various wound-dressings ready to use, and fresh bandages and ointments. He had not known what they might need, but he saw they did not need the knife, and he let it lie on the ground without lighting ember to heat it over.
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Blue eyes tried to watch every move the new wolf made, as well as study the native to see her reaction. She said only a greeting, but there was no real fear in her face. No more then what Anu could see in the lighting. Yet, Anu was silent. She didn't know this male, for all she knew this could be another follower of Maska. He knew her name, and it burned in her ears. She did not wish for them to all know of her, and yet she stayed vulnerable and ignorant. The Dreaming leader eyed him wearyingly, but she did not have the energy to keep her body stoic. Her muscles strained, screaming legs telling her that she could no longer stay seated upright.
She reluctantly laid onto her stomach, teeth grinding together from the pain. Anu groaned lightly. I should trust you? She asked, looking at his back. Anu did not know what to think, to believe and who to trust. She did not touch his warm tea, waiting for the others first. [/html]
Dawali continued to silently pray not to be revealed, and tried to keep his hands from shaking. He marveled at his hands at the same time as he recognised the fear they had for them. He could most certainly hurt them with such hand, though he would not. He could understand her reluctance, but knowing who he was he could also see it as folly. For a moment he stopped to fetch patience in the heart of himself. Here he was, offering them the best draughts against the pains, and safety from the burning fevers of festered wounds, and they would not trust him. Well, he knew that he was to be trusted. Anu would learn, and Foxglove might have to re-learn.
"You should trust me, lest you enjoy pain." What choice did she have, anyway? He continued to unpack his instruments as he pondered that question. He had seen the way she was awkwardly tied up, and he could see that it was probably painful. How lucky he was to keep the Itawamba rank. "Tell me about your injuries, and I will treat them," he repeated. He had a limited amount of time for his task, and Anu would make use of it if she was clever.
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