Post by Medusa on Jul 24, 2023 6:43:24 GMT
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h healer,” Medusa called as she ducked into the side cave that made up Sibylla’s den, wrinkling her nose as the overpowering scent of dried herbs assaulted her nose. ”I’ve been mortally wounded. I fear that I’ll perish without immediate assistance.” The drama and fanfare was practically dripping from her maw like honey, sarcasm as unmissable as a slap to the face.
In truth, she wasn’t overly injured. A pair of coyotes had strayed into Seriss territory, undoubtedly looking to secure a den for the approaching spring and subsequent mating season. The last thing the warrior wanted was to play host to a future hoard of sniveling coyote whelps, so it’d been the obvious thing to drive them from the land by way of her jaws. She’d done quite the number on the two as she chased them out, but the male had gotten in a lucky bite on her left forelimb in the process.
It was a small wound, but the mouth of any animal was filled to the brim with infection-inviting bacteria, something that even Medusa knew. And so it was with great reluctance that she dragged herself to perhaps her least favorite place in all of Seriss; that damnably neat, disgustingly tidy sterile hellhole that Sibylla called a workplace. Honestly, it made her skin crawl for reasons that she couldn’t quite explain.
It wasn’t that she had anything against the healer herself; it was just that she viewed most wolves with a cynical eye as a general rule. It didn’t stop her from treating the other lupess to her most beatific (if not a bit crazed) smile as she laid eyes on the slightly smaller wolf, making herself right at home in the middle of the den as she sprawled lazily across the floor and waved her wounded leg in the air.
”You’ll fix me up nice and sweet, though, won’t you doc?” Eddie crooned, the inklike expanse of her pelt a startling contrast when next to the pale purity of Sibylla. It was like yin staring into the face of yang. Her sepia colored eyes were deceptively pleading, like a snake hiding its fangs behind a smile.
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In truth, she wasn’t overly injured. A pair of coyotes had strayed into Seriss territory, undoubtedly looking to secure a den for the approaching spring and subsequent mating season. The last thing the warrior wanted was to play host to a future hoard of sniveling coyote whelps, so it’d been the obvious thing to drive them from the land by way of her jaws. She’d done quite the number on the two as she chased them out, but the male had gotten in a lucky bite on her left forelimb in the process.
It was a small wound, but the mouth of any animal was filled to the brim with infection-inviting bacteria, something that even Medusa knew. And so it was with great reluctance that she dragged herself to perhaps her least favorite place in all of Seriss; that damnably neat, disgustingly tidy sterile hellhole that Sibylla called a workplace. Honestly, it made her skin crawl for reasons that she couldn’t quite explain.
It wasn’t that she had anything against the healer herself; it was just that she viewed most wolves with a cynical eye as a general rule. It didn’t stop her from treating the other lupess to her most beatific (if not a bit crazed) smile as she laid eyes on the slightly smaller wolf, making herself right at home in the middle of the den as she sprawled lazily across the floor and waved her wounded leg in the air.
”You’ll fix me up nice and sweet, though, won’t you doc?” Eddie crooned, the inklike expanse of her pelt a startling contrast when next to the pale purity of Sibylla. It was like yin staring into the face of yang. Her sepia colored eyes were deceptively pleading, like a snake hiding its fangs behind a smile.
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