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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Amherst, October 13


Cradling her arm Amy moved through the territory. She had moved into her home swiftly after being injured, barricading up so she would have the time to heal. There was just one problem. She needed a healer, a real one. Her plans for revenge were already being set in motion, but right now she needed her arm fixed or she might not be well enough to enjoy the fruits of it. At least she had been able to make a decent sling, absorbing some of the pain.


Stopping Amy studied the pack before her. She wasn't close enough to the borders to have it strike her, but she knew where the pack started. She made it a point to trade with the pack, enjoying their strong familial bonds with each other. Lifting her head she howled for Saul. The pack leader owed her a favor, and it was time for her to collect on it. She knew that he was a healer, and this would be enough to pay his debt. It was a shame she had to use it in this manner. Other actions might have been more useful. She didn't have a choice anymore however, and would do what she had to.


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^^ yaay favours! 316 words

The familiar weight of his medicine bag on his shoulder was always a comfort to the male. He often came out to collect more supplies- it usually ended up being plants for oils that he could use to help others. Most of the time, if it wasn't a complete emergency, the members would be able to find him at home, but he came out often to gather more herbs and possible bandages that he might be able to find. Recently, he'd resorted to using the soft fur of a rabbit to bandage- depending on the age of the rabbit when it was killed, the skin was absorbent and worked well to keep the area sealed against bacteria. He was always trying to find new ways to do things and with the scarcity of the remaining bandages in hospitals he'd managed to find, his own supply was suffering.


The howl was a voice that he recognised, but he wouldn't say that he was perhaps overly familiar with it. He recognised the voice however and his brows furrowed. Her voice sounded strained, perhaps in pain or stress and Saul began to move with more purpose. Curious as he was, he knew that impatience would get him nowhere and for a brief while he was able to switch off. His concern for his sister and cousin was beginning to niggle- they were due back tomorrow and he hoped their trip to Freetown had gone well.


He came across her quite suddenly and he stopped abruptly. The make-shift sling held her arm awkwardly and he could immediately see why she was here. Coming to a stop and slipping the strap of his bag over his shoulder and onto the floor. Amy... what trouble have you gotten into now? He questioned, tone firm but relatively gentle. He wouldn't say the trader was his friend, but he was certainly comfortable with her.

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Amy Sunders

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There was no howl in return. Amy could only wait for him to show up, and hope that he would bring what she would need. She kept her eyes on the border, relaxing as the scent of the male soon arrived. He materialized in sight not long after, carrying a bag with him. Cheerfully she grinned at him, putting the pain out of her mind as Vinatta's leader came over. He stopped and studied her injury, Amy doing her best to not fuss with the wound. It was hard for her to stay still when she was itching to make others pay.


A bunch of wolves decided that they didn't like me passing close to their pack. She carefully left out the reason why they had decided they didn't want her near the pack, leaving him to draw his own conclusions without doing anything to make herself appear deserving of the pain. They'll get what they deserve for it. Can you fix it? She stepped forwards, accidentally moving her broken arm. She didn't cry out with pain, but she did become rather pale as she drew in a sharp breath.


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As he appeared, a grin appeared on the females face despite her obvious injury. He didn't know Amy well, he'd had limited interactions with her other than trading. But he wanted to help her- she was in pain and it was his job to alleviate it. He'd moved forward and removed his bag by the time her answer came through and as it did, he couldn't help the involuntary snort. Despite the grin she'd greeted him with, to him it was obvious that straying too close to a pack border would end badly. After giving her a rather sceptical glance and a shake of his head, he moved closer. "These things tend to happen- most packs are rather protective of their borders." He offered gently, a good natured smile on his face to take away any sharpness in his tone.


He was already turning towards the damaged arm when her words came again, a little more venom to them. She was free to do as she wished, of course, but he thought it would be easier on him if he refrained from pointing out that a pack was well within their rights to protect their borders. "Well, you'll have to exact your revenge after this has healed... it'll take a while." He added softly as he noticed the pain lanced across her features. "Why don't you sit down and I'll take a look? I may only be able to wrap it with a splint and give you something for the pain..." He warned. He didn't know the damage yet, whether it was a clean break and would only have to remain immobile to heal properly or whether it was more complicated than that.

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


The snort brought another small smile from Amy. It was pretty ridiculous. She should have bee able to handle a bunch of moody wolves without getting such an injury. They shouldn't have decided to take such offense to her actions. She had just been entertaining herself. Well, Kohaku was a beautiful work of revenge, but that was something else entirely. It had nothing to do with the pack. Kohaku had become hers from before then.


His words were logical. Amy nodded her head, glancing off. It's a shame they're so feral. I can't even trade with them, since they don't use half the items I offer. That, and they seemed to hate her. When she had approached them for trade she'd been chased off, marking them as available for her darker exploits. Taking a seat Amy sighed. It's gonna make life difficult. Living as a loner meant that such injures complicated everything. She would have to work twice as hard to get food and remain safe. She wouldn't be able to leave home for a while.


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Despite the pain she must be going through, she seemed in high spirits and that was perhaps a good thing. He didn't know her well enough to judge her by this, but it clearly showed she wasn't phased by pain or the crisis that some others might. His son was similar- he remembered a time when the boy had fallen from the tree back at the Lakes- he seemed completely unfazed by the fall, while he and Niernan had freaked out over possible injuries. Amy settled on the floor, her calm voice making him chuckle softly as he followed her, settling on his knees instead of his rump.


"I think it might be wise to stay well away from them, then. You wouldn't want a second broken arm..." He chuckled softly, green eyes glancing up to golden for a moment as she admitted that it would make life difficult for her. After an apologetic smile in her direction, he allowed his hands to come up and to attempt to straighten the arm. It would be painful, but he needed to straighten it not only to assess the damage within, but to bind it effectively. As he did so, the extent of the damage was revealed and he gave a soft gasp. It was splintered, the bone jutting out of her skin and thereby making his job a whole lot harder. Releasing the arm, but asking the female to keep it straight, he moved to his medicine bag.

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Amy Sunders

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Nodding her head Amy frowned. She'd have to leave them alone, at least until she was ready to face them again. Her plan for revenge would be in motion soon anyways, so she wouldn't have to worry about that. Her scent wouldn't be the one left behind either, so they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her. She let him touch the broken arm, doing her best to not react violently. She knew it would hurt. It hurt whenever she felt it move.


The pain that he caused her was enough to bring out a howl. The call wrenched through the air as the dog thrashed slightly. It was hard to keep still when it felt like he'd managed to set her on fire and make the pain worse. Gasping she settled once more, holding stone still. It wasn't because he'd asked him to, but because she couldn't imagine doing anything with it. Flinching she stared at him as he dug through his bag, ready to attack if he made it worse again.


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He knew it was going to hurt and he was sure she understood that it would hurt also. The pain-filled howl that escaped her made him wince slightly, not quite understanding how much it hurt, but certainly sympathising. She looked simply murderous as she did as she was told, holding her arm as he'd manipulated it without a verbal complaint. He could tell, however, that if he didn't do things quickly he'd have a very angry female on his hands. Cream paws searched through his bag, nose twitching to catch the scents rushing up to identify the various plants that might be able to help. Reaching for two, he wrapped them in a bundle, tying them together with a length of string.


"You need to chew on this for a little while before I can do anything. Its a bundle of Catnip, to numb the pain and Willowbark, to try and help to the same end." He explained clearly, passing the bundle to Amy. He could have put it in her mouth, but it would be her choice to accept the pain relief and anaesthetic that he was giving her. It was splintered, but the bone would need to go back and for that, he needed her sufficiently numb enough to work with.

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Amy Sunders

Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Saul moved fairly quickly going through his bag. A bundle of herbs was drawn out, Amy sniffing at them. It was good that he had pain killers. She should have thought to brought some of her own. Nodding her head she took the bundle as quickly as she could, chewing on the herbs. They were bitter, but at least it was better than nothing. Amy could only hope that the herbs would kick in quickly enough to keep herself from murdering the medic.


It was slower than she would have liked, but the fire in her body cooled. Sighing with relief she looked over to Saul, nodding her head. The pain's down. He'd have to work quickly before it wore off. Amy wasn't sure of the exact timing. Usually she was more concerned on how to cause pain, not in the prevention of it. She took some for when she needed a slave to work despite injuries, or when she had to stitch up a wound, but nothing like this.


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The bundle of herbs was taken without a word and the male was pleased with his patient. While she was clearly in pain, she wasn't fidgeting or complaining all that much and for that he was grateful. Luckily, he hadn't given his pups anything to help fight the illness they had. He probably could have, but they needed to fight it off on their own, to strengthen their immunity to future illness. If he'd had to give them something that was as bitter as the Catnip and Willow-bark bundle Amy was currently chewing, he very much doubted they would come to him again for help with ailments. While Amy chewed, Saul had moved to the trees close by, ripping down a branch.


Separating the bark from the branch was easy, but he had to removed the carving knife from his belt to split the branch in two. He managed to get the split straight and this was what he'd been hoping for. Removing the string from his bag, he knew this was going to be a pretty rudimentary job. The book he'd learnt this technique from had described the splint being wrapped up with a bandage to keep it secure. He was sourly lacking in bandages and the rabbit furs he'd been using for smaller ailments wouldn't suffice. The string would have to do. Her voice seemed strained as she informed him that her pain had numbed. This was the harder part, by far.



Trying his hardest to reassure her, he moved swiftly towards the arm. He asked her to look away for a moment, before the carving knife cut into her skin. The hole created by the splintered bone didn't give him enough room to manouver it back into place. So he opened the wound up, just enough so that he could manipulate the bone. It was hard going and he knew he must be hurting her, but after a good ten minutes of manipulating the bone back and forth, he thought it was sitting as right as it could be against the remaining bone of her arm. It was likely to heal wonky anyway, but it was better than nothing. Pausing for just a moment, he asked Amy to remain still.


Bloodied fingers reached for the splints, laying them firmly on either side of her forearm. It would be tricky to get this right, so he moved to sit on the floor. Moving her arm, he placed it between his knees, so that they held the splints in place and he was able to use both hands to tie and secure them to her arm. It was an awkward position, but it was the best he could do. Unravelling and snipping off lengths of string, he began to tie them around her arm in intervals. In the end, it was a crude splint, but it was secure and the splints did not move. He made sure the string wouldn't cut off her circulation before releasing the arm from his knees.



Reaching into his bag, he drew out a length of cloth, tucking it under her arm and bending the elbow at the right place, he tied the cloth around the females neck. The sling would keep her from moving her arm and dislodging the splint that he'd tied on to keep the bone in place. "It's done. Do you want some more Willow-bark for the pain?" He questioned, breathing a sigh of relief that it was over.

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Her eyes fixed on him, not wanting to look away from his work. If he screwed up she would be there to stop him from doing any damage. Amy wasn't so positive on the fact that he was using a branch ripped off a tree for her arm. What if he ended up infecting her arm with the dirt? Truthfully there wasn't much that could make her happy about the arm. The pain was dulled, but still there. Counting on him to fix it up wasn't the most secure feeling in the world. He owed her a debt, but they weren't close. She didn't know how good he was at healing, just judging him from the knowledge he'd told her at the festival. It had seemed that he knew plenty there.

Baring her fangs Amy refused to look away. Her eyes widened when he drew the knife out, but she didn't struggle. Blood came from her lip where she bit through, matching the welling from the cut that he drew across her arm. She couldn't stop the flood of growls and whimpers that came forward as he shifted her bone around. It just kept going and going. It would be a good form of torture. At one point she started pawing at his arms, trying to make it go quicker or just be done. It wasn't much, just a light touch before she remembered herself and withdrew again. The pain was returning by the end of it, and all the color in her features was drained.

Only a tiny nod marked her agreement to his actions. The trader didn't think she could move anyways. There was so much blood. Very few gold streaks were left on her arm. She let him manipulate her, too worn to keep fighting. She did snap at him once, but she didn't hit him. As soon as the sling was on she sank to the ground, panting heavily. Amy again nodded her head, eyes closed. She'd been close to death before, but this was her most painful experience. It had hurt more than when the arm had been broken.


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