Sometimes Things Are Too Broken

Zera'im · 12-15-2011, 06:12 PM

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This is located at Sea Dog Isle, so I think Gemma can make it over there for whatever reason.

She had been travelling for a few days now, slowly and on her own, leaving her equine companion back in the safety of Anathema. She didn’t know why pushed herself so, especially now in cold of winter. It had been a spiritual journey of sorts; she had been fasting and in constant prayer, she had even made a sacrifice to the Great Spirit. Her body grew more and more weary, and she knew that soon it would be time to return to Anathema to look after the new born Lillith so that her mother could tend to her own duties. But this time away from the new family had been a good one, one that had renewed Zera’im faith. She had been quite guilty for the death of the other pup, feeling it was her mistake as a mid-wife. But now after the days of travel and inward meditation the collie woman felt much better spiritually then she had for some time.

Sadly though this was not the case when it came to her physical health, and the old gal had been stricken by a rasping cough. It shook her frail body with spasm, and no matter what remedy she supplied herself it did not get any better. Tired from this days travel, Zera’im settled at the base of a loan tree near the ocean. She was on an isle of some kind, and though it was cold here it was not frigid. It had taken her longer to set up her wigwam style tent; between her arthritis and constant coughing it had become much more of a chore. But she had managed to do it before the sun had even begun to set and now was sitting near the opening, warming herself by a small fire. She was cooking cannabis tea for her cough and aches, and she slowly turned the brew in a small pot with a wooden spoon. The fragrance was lovely.

Zera’im looked out across the mostly void landscape; she knew she was near other packs, most likely Crimson Dreams and Aniwaya. Panda had shown her a crude map of Nova Scotia and had pointed out the locations of the other packs to her. When Zera’im had first arrived here it was so she could disciple to these packs, but now it seemed as if her strength was failing her and she had resided herself to being only Panda’s mid-wife turned nanny. Zera’im lifted a white hand to her muzzle as another bout of coughs wracked her body. It made her head swim and when she brought her hand away from her mouth small spots of crimson her upon it. Her eyes widened; perhaps she was worse than she thought.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 12-22-2011, 06:37 PM

LOL hangover
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Her mind was fuzzy as she woke from her alcohol induced slumber. Her mouth tasted as though something small and furry had crawled inside it and died during the night. Although she was awake she didn't dare open her eyes just yet, the throbbing in her head warned that it would be a very bad idea. She could hear the constant wash of waves somewhere nearby to her and simply assumed she was somewhere in the northern part of the AniWaya territory. It never occurred to her that she would be on an island out to sea and she never thought to use her nose to give her information, the woman was not very practical like that. But when the female finally opened her eyes she found completely unfamiliar land a second before the setting sun sent daggers of glass into her brain, it was like hell on earth and as Gemma shifted her position her feet brushed against what felt like several bottles, probably the remnants of what she had drunk last night.

She moaned out loud and gripped her ears with her hands, cringing as that only made the pain worse. Soft whimpers left her lips and then she noticed she was really thirsty, the thought of ingesting anything also making her stomach churn nauseatingly. In a stroke of extremely good luck or maybe it was simply fate, inebriated Gemma had crashed next to a small pool of fresh water left over from a rainstorm. She opened her eyes slightly keeping them shut as much as possible while still being able to see and spotted the pool. Slowly she began to crawl the few feet towards it. It seemed to take forever but finally she reached it and managed to lap down a few mouthfuls before her gut threatened to send it all back up. She stayed in that spot, laid on the floor for a good several hours until her head had lessened its throbbing and her stomach no longer threatened to turn at every breath. That's not to say she was better, she still felt like crap but at least now she was able to make herself mobile.

Getting to her feet was a struggle but she managed it eventually after several attempts resulting in her ploughing into the sand. After a while she was up and off and soon found that there wasn't much on this island to explore. As the light began to truly dim that was when Gemma realised she was not alone. A warm orange glow in the distance make her aware of other persons in the island. Cautiously she made her way towards the light which was a good ten minutes walk away across the earth. Her handover had apparently temporarily removed her social awkwardness for she didn't hesitate on coming closer like she usually would have done, once she was in hearing range of the doggish looking woman she called out to her,

"Hello! Do you know how to get off this island?"

Zera'im · 01-01-2012, 01:11 AM

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Upon seeing the blood Zera’im quickly crossed herself and made a quick prayer of health before retrieving from her back some clean cloth from which she began to fashion a makeshift mask. She had seen this disease before, if in fact she did have it, it was called Tuberculosis. She knew it wasn’t deadly, at least, it didn’t have to be, if the right medicine could be found. Zera’im would have to travel back to Anathema now to see if they had some of the remedies. She made a mental list of what she would need; mint, garlic, oranges, horsetail… there were various medicinal herbs that could help her… if she had caught it in time.

Zera’im tied the thin cloth around her head, covering her muzzle, when the figure appeared. Zera’im started, for she had been deep in thought and hadn’t noticed the ivory wolfess appear until she had spoken. Immediately Zera was taken aback by her intoxicated body, the stench of which was overwhelming. Also quite alarmingly, this wolfess’ aura was in chaos and Zera’im nearly had to close her mind to it. She had never experienced such an aura; it was in constant turmoil, roiling colors of pain and pleasure, dark and light; it was something that she had only seen displayed on canines in their death bed, when the inevitable was catching up to them. But this young female wasn’t near death’s door, she was just coming down from being drunk.

Zera’im relaxed, This is no island, but an isle, you can find the way back to the main land about five hundred yards that way. Zera’im pointed to her right before turning back to the girl, But please, sit, I am making some tea that will surely ease your headache. Hemp tea would be perfect for this; it would also calm the girls stomach and nerves.

Holding her hand out to offer the girl a seat, Zera’im also reached behind her to retrieve a blanket for the girl; though it wasn’t that cold, the blanket was more for comfort then anything. Please, take it. My name is Zera’im, what is your name my dear? She smiled warmly at the girl, though the expression was hidden by the mask.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 01-12-2012, 12:50 PM

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She looked upset as the woman started, she hadn't meant to frighten her! Her large ears pulled against her head and she whispered an apology to the dog woman. An apologetic look springing to her eyes. She made no comment about the cloth tied around the other's muzzle, she had seen many weird things in her short life, that this woman didn't even register on the scale of things that Gemma considered weird, what was weird to her would most likely be horrifying to other, normal people who didn't have a messed up brain and strange sense of morals. She knew that she reeked of old alcohol and gave the woman a sheepish smile, she couldn't help the smell just yet, not until she had found something to mask it. Gemma clenched her hands together in an unconscious gesture that was fast becoming a nervous habit for her.

Isle? Island? Gemma didn't know the different between the two but again she made no comment on it, just nodded her head and smiled in an awkward way. Gemma had never been exposed to other females apart from her mother and sisters in all her life until she had come to this area of the world. It left her feeling strange and out of place, like an unwanted guest. She fidgeted as the other woman turned back to her and her eyebrows rose in surprise as she asked Gemma to join her for some tea... what was tea? Her eyes flickered back and forth in a slightly panicky way, this woman was being so kind to her, offering her a seat and a blanket and this.. tea stuff. Why?

Tentatively, almost like a frightened doe, Gemma took the blanket from her hand and sat down where was offered with slow short movements. Her eyes remained upon the woman at all times, almost suspiciously, waiting for a betrayal of any kind. Her mother had loved playing the cruel joke of pretending to forget her hatred for her white daughter and claim to love her only to laugh harshly as young Gemma was overjoyed. It was an act she had fallen for several times. She sank down and wrapped the blanket around her as directed,

"I'm Gemma." Simple. She didn't need to spread around her other name, one that she was proud and also ashamed of for it connected her to Lucifer. "W- what is tea?" An ear raised timidly, separating itself from its brother that was pulled against her head. Zera'im. That was a strange name, unusual for Gemma had never heard it before but then, Gemma didn't have much experience to go on so had no knowledge whether or not it was common or rare. "Thank you for the blanket Zera'im." Meek, something close to childlike, her voice was soft like a gentle summer breeze, afraid that if she talked too loudly she would break the spell and reveal this kindness to be false and the perceived blessing to be a curse upon her.

Zera'im · 01-13-2012, 05:00 PM

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The girl seemed almost timid, frightened by Zera’im; the collie woman wondered why. It most likely had something to do with that chaotic aura of hers, and Zera’im watched her closely as she accepted the blanket and sat down. What had this poor girl gone through? Was she haunted by an evil spirit? Was she possessed? No not possessed, Zera’im had seen such a thing before and this was not that. What then? The Shaman would know, soon enough, it was something she could not ignore. She gave her name then, Gemma, and she surely was a gem. Her pristine white coat was quite becoming, and had Zera been a younger, more fickle woman she would have quite jealous. That fact that Gemma seemed to maintain the white, untouched by yellowing or other stains, was quite a feat.

The girl asked her what tea was and Zera’im could not help but to cock her head at her somewhat quizzically, but then she just laughed it off. Tea is a hot drink. One puts herbs into hot water until they dissolve or flavor the water. It is quite lovely; this here is hemp tea, it should help your hangover. Her mismatched eyes twinkled at the girl as she said this, showing that she was not judgmental of her intoxication. Zera’im herself had been drunk many times before, but that was not for pleasure but instead when drinking elixirs for vision quests. It had been quite some time however since she had partaken of any mind altering substance, save the cannabis.

The kettle started to softly whistled and Zera’im adeptly removed it from the fire. She then retrieved two small clay cups from her pack, softly unwrapping them from the cloth that was meant to keep them from breaking. She poured the tea into each cup and handed one to Gemma, the smell of the herb was unmistakable, this was a good batch of hemp tea. Careful now, that will be very hot, give it a moment to cool. Zera’im retrieved her own cup and held it in her boney paws, letting the warmth radiate into her hands. It felt good, the warmth, Zera’im wished she could turn into a tiny sprite so she could bathe in the tea. She chuckled at this silly thought before turning her attention to her guest again, So Gemma, do you live nearby? It was an innocent question, one that was meant to start a conversation between the two. Zera’im was very curious about why Gemma’s aura was in the state it was in, but she wondered if letting on that she could sense it wouldn't be good at this time. The girl seemed nervous and Zera’im did not want to frighten her off. Perhaps after she had proven to the white wolfess that she was no threat, then she would ask. There might be something that Zera'im could do for the girl, something she could give her. She'd have to think on the matter while they spoke.

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Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 02-12-2012, 03:26 PM

sorriiiieeeee <3 sswm killed me. please note i have never smoked/drunk hemp before so i may be completely wrong on its taste/what it does
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She flinched quite sharply at the sudden laugh, for a second drawing in a quick breath of air. Coyote large ears fell back against her slim head as she looked on in slight distress at the sudden noise and movement. One of the sister set however, the left one, raise partially in interest to listen to the explanation of what Tea was. Well it was something she had never tried before, although from the smell of it, it smelled similar to the things the bachelor group of males had let her smoke sometimes, that stuff had been heaven to take away the hell of her life.

She flinched again although not as much this time at the whistling kettle, the woman really was a bag of nerves and nervous reactions. She accepted the cup with a quiet thank you and held it between her paws, the heat from the water going some way to fighting off the chill she felt. She resisted the urge to hunch over the heat source an instinct to stop others from stealing it from her. She heeded the warning of the scalding properties of the liquid that she could already feel and let it cool a moment, even blowing softly upon it so that trails of fragrant steam dispersed themselves into the wind haphazardly.

Once it was sufficiently cool Gemma took a quick sip of it and its earthy flavors filled her mouth with a delicious warmth that soon spread to her stomach as she swallowed. Surprisingly her headache did retreat a little bit and it didn't cause her so much mental pain to focus on Zera'im before her. Her plain to see social distress of woman began to ease slightly and she could look upon Zera without feeling an overriding need to vacate the area, such trash should be not seen or heard. Instead it was an only mildly irritating feeling.

"I live in AniWaya, over the water." Her voice was softly spoken.

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