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Post by Skye on Sept 25, 2010 20:24:18 GMT -5
ICant help bird I can only mother the baby she whined and looked at the cub.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 26, 2010 7:15:21 GMT -5
He shrugged his winged shoulders and carried on grinding the poultice with the flat of his foot. When it was a sticky goo, he wrapped it up in the leaf and moved slowly to the Mother. This was the dangerous bit; she was most likely to attack him in fear now - after all, he had gouged out her eyes... Clanth carefully wiped his beak in the potion of Tanzy leaf and applied it to her swollen face - the bird flinched as she growled and shifted, but carried on.
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Post by Skye on Sept 26, 2010 8:29:10 GMT -5
Skye watched him with sad eyes. The cub nudged her and shook with fear as her mtoher gorlwed. Skye licked the cub and leaned on it giving it comfort.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 26, 2010 10:19:37 GMT -5
When the applying was done he studied his sloppy work with sadness, for he could only do so much. Hang on... He could only do so much, but he had heard of some dogs mastering the art of medicine, so what if he could bring one here... But how? How could he tell this Husky where he was going, how could he recognise one of them when he saw it, how could he tell it where to come and why? What if it didn't want to help? What if it thought he wanted to KILL the bear and did that instead...? He grew so panicked he worked himself up into quite a state, hopping round and flapping worriedly. Oh, what to do, what to do...?
OOC: I just need to get Mollie over here now =) Cue Skye working out what he wants to do...(she could understand and let him go ^^)
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Post by Skye on Sept 26, 2010 11:11:58 GMT -5
Skye watched him and realized what he was thinkin. go get tht dog she needs it i will stay here she spoke quietly
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 27, 2010 10:22:46 GMT -5
Clanth hesitated for a moment, then nodded, once. His mind was still plagued with troubles, but that was one down, so he stepped forward a few steps, then launched off, into the air, flapping hard, his wing-tips brusing the ground for the first few before he gained height and soared off, away above the forest, eyes scanning below for signs of a dog... A healer... He was heading West for a short way, watching the fields turn to buildings, and those buildings shift and change with the parts of the City.
Then, much to his surprise, he saw one. A silver She-Wolf was trekking through the maze of the deserted town, limping. A small package was in her jaws, and the bird's sharp eyes and nose caught the scent and sight of herbs in it. He nodded to himself, then screeched and swooped down, wheeling as he sank through the air.
Mollie was in pain. Her paw still ached a terror and the infection had gotten worse since she had cut it on the rusty door hinge; she feared for Tetanus, yet would not let it get her down. So she carried on along the pavement, the herbs still hanging from her jaws in the little leaf package, their stuffy sweet scent catching at her nose. It was a long way back to camp, and her limp slowed the She-Wolf so she knew it would take her even longer to get home. So as a shadow darted over her - a large bird - she took the opportunity to lessen her boredom, if only for a moment, to look up and watch the free creature. It was peculiarly large, dark browny-black, with a ragged ring of grey around its neck that looked almost like a collar, and she thought it looked mighty beautiful, though she had never seen one before.
Then it screeched, and began to fly down - struck by inspiration Mollie howled back, bot expecting much to happen. Then, much to her surprise, the giant bird swooped down before her and settled with a gentle fluttering of wings a foot or so ahead. She started, taken aback, and nearly dropped her package. Slowly, warily, she put it down, bowing to the bird respectively, who ruffled his feathers, a little pompously, at the honour. Then as she rose its face grew serious, and it started flapping about and squawking wildly, working itself up into quite some state and scattering feathers all over the place.
She studied the creature for a moment, then sighed. Then, in a loud, clear, calm voice she said, "Slow down. Stop. What do you want?" It stopped and looked at her strangely. "Good. Thank-you. Now, what do you want? Are you hurt?" It shook its head. "Are you hungry?" It shook its head again. "Are you... Uh..." It squawked and flapped at her, clearly irritated. "Okay, okay, that's not it! You could give me some clues, y'know." The Bird watched her, still for a moment, then shook its head and started to hop away.
She watched it for a moment, then followed. "You want me to... Follow?" He nodded vigorously. "Finally!" She abandoned her precious package and leapt after the bird, first in a gentle walk, then in a trot that made her paw sting like Hallelujah, then, finally, as he took up to the air in full speed, Mollie herself launched into a bounding run. It hurt her paw to be hitting it so many times on the hard ground - so much that she occasionally tripped and would let out terrified, high-pitched yelps, yet carried on regardless as the shadow did not slow its own pace.
It seemed an age before they reached the Park, and Clanth was annoyed at this Wolf's incompetent speed, yet he daren't tell her to hurry on for fear of putting her off; she was the last chance he could find to save the poor Bear, even if her eyes were doomed and gone. Finally, he swooped down before the black husky and the small brown cub, glancing over his shoulder as he tucked in his wings to see the She-Wolf bound u, whining a little, and look at the gathering curiously.
"What's going on?" She asked, "This isn't even my territory any more - thank Starry Pack it's still Loner Lands..." A pensive look entered her pretty face and the previously silver eyes turned suddenly light orange, which startled Clanth greatly! She lifted up her paw and inspected it - only now did he see the rough cobweb bandages around it that marked some wound...
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Post by Skye on Sept 27, 2010 16:57:26 GMT -5
Skye waited forever before the bird returned with a she wolf who was hurt herself. Deciding finally she could understand her she spoke. We thought the bear was a threat so we fought back and its eyes got hurt in the process and uh its cub showed up and she is...is....is in great pain please if you can help she looked at the mother bear as it moaned in pain and lied his head down.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 28, 2010 14:45:32 GMT -5
Mollie nodded understandingly, and padded up to the Husky as she began to apparently panic. "Clam down. It's okay, I'm here now." She said calmly in a controlled, level, soothing voice. "I'm Mollie, Healer of the Lehren. Now, what's your name?" She waited for a reply. "I need a better idea of the situation before I can do anything - what you've done already, how it happened, what you think might be wrong..."
At the last part, Clanth plucked another Poppy Head and some more Tanzy leaves and dropped them infront of 'Mollie'.
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Post by Skye on Sept 28, 2010 15:37:39 GMT -5
Skye whined and spoke.. I am skye.....We uh only did what he just sat in front of you...I am trying to keep the baby calm I dont know what to do she said laying her ears back.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 29, 2010 1:29:51 GMT -5
Mollie nodded again, a little exasperated that Skye hadn't actually told her what was wrong with the bear, but hiding it. She had never heard of a bird and a dog interacting like this... It was peculiar, and although they both seemed nice the She-Wolf couldn't help but let a small shiver run down her spine as she thought of her pack's childhood tales of Wolbane, and his helpers, the Scavenger birds, and the legends of how when the time came another Wolf would befriend the Hunting Birds, and the two would fight. This seemed to be neither hunter nor scavenger, which was both a relief and a worry.
She looked down to the herbs she had been given, and nodded. Adressing the bird now, she praised, "Okay, lets see... You did well to give here the poppy seeds; a whole head would have done it." He nodded. "... And the Tanzy... I presume it went on her eyes?" He nodded again. "Well, the Marigold would have been better to stop infection; Tanzy is for rat bites, but it won't do her any harm. Now..." She looked at the bird with a serious, do-as-I-say look on her slim, pretty face. Her eyes were a business-like green; a little afraid for the bear, but in control of the situation.
"Marigold is very distinctive; quite vibrant, bright green leaves, and very, very attractive and perfumed orangey yellow flowers. They unfold in layers - like this," She drew a quick picture of a Marigold in the dirt, and the bird nodded once more. "But it's the leaves we want, so you may have to chop off a few heads to get it. About 5 should do. If you can be quick, more, but that should just cover it."
Then she turned to Skye. "I can't get the herbs like this-" Mollie held up her paw, which had started to bleed again, "-so I need you to get some Coltsfoot. Small yellow flowers, very tall - about as tall as that bird - and dull pale green stems. They don't have leaves, and'll be in small patches under bushes. Please, fast as you can, we need them for the Bear's other wounds. Many as you can, go, and be swift!" She pleaded, then turned finally to the little bear.
She was about to ask it to look for cobwebs, and had opened her mouth to do so, but soon shut it again? How could she ask a little bear cub to look for something that might save its mother's life? I probably couldn't fully understand them, and it was such a wide, dangerous park... Mollie was used to 3 helpers; some of the other pack seemed to think that if they showed interest in herbs she might accept them as her mate. Not likely. Not after...
She whimpered. Her eyes began to change colour and her legs shook with strain. No... She thought desperately. Not now... Please, not now. Don't let me think of him now... Too late.
The She-wolf's silver-grey body crashed to the floor, almost in slow motion, and she began to shake and twitch, eyes switching through the spectrum faster than anything else...
Connor...
Connor...
Connor...
Connor...
She couldn't get him out of her head.
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Post by Skye on Sept 29, 2010 15:37:49 GMT -5
Skye nodded and took off. Her first sight was the yellow ones. Grabbing a mouth full she then went to the bushes and grabbed the others. Her mouth was so full she almost gagged. Running she came up as the dog fell. Dropping the herbs she ran up and bit onto the dogs ear hard trying to snap her out of it fast.
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Post by Raowolf on Sept 29, 2010 15:49:05 GMT -5
Mollie felt or heard nothing; her whole world was a flash of vibrant colours and memories as she vibrated on the grass that she couldn't feel. It was like looking through steam on a packed railway station; muffled voices that boomed from people you couldn't see, and half-formed figures that could be anybody appearing and disappearing through it, all of them seeming to be the person you were looking for until you got up close and realised that you had touched a stranger's shoulder.
That was what it was always like whenever the Wolf had one of her Episodes of horrific memory.
Except... This time it was... Clearer somehow. Like the steam was starting to vanish. And the screams and laughter of the platform of her past swirled around her, she could begin to see faces for the first time; it was still foggy and unclear, but she could see more than before. A limping figure passing her to the left - that must be... Father! And the smaller, slighter, gentler blob over there... Mother! Mollie didn't know what to think or how to react. She had left them in hate for... Everything, everything that she couldn't even bare to remember now, and yet here they were, and they seemed so happy... There she herself was, playing in a field. And the bold other wolf a little way off, a handsome male with a scar on his muzzle... "Connor!" She screamed, leaping to her feet.
But the smoke cleared and he was gone, just like the forms of her mother and father, and her younger self, and she was alone on a station platform, and the train of thought whooshed past, and her sights were forgotten as her rigid body lay still once more. But the eyes... The eyes were still changing colours; this was not over yet.
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Post by Skye on Sept 29, 2010 17:36:04 GMT -5
Skye panicked and started barking and pawing the dog. she was done shaking but she was still not i herself. growling she paced up and down thinking hard. she didnt know what to do at all. Laying down in frustration she just waited.
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Post by Raowolf on Oct 1, 2010 13:21:07 GMT -5
Clanth flew around, about 10 feet above the ground - so his wings did not touch it but he was near enough to see clearly - and searched for the Marigolds; flowers of Mollie's description. At last he spotted them in an overgrown flowerbed, where they had taken up most of the space, crushing the other plants. He did as she had said and nipped at the heads of the flowers so they fell to the floor, then again at the root of the stems, taking the leaves as he collected them in his mouth. Then, trying to be as quick as possible, he launched off again in a great sweeping slope up, up, up into the open sky, where he wheeled for a moment before swooping back down to the three figures below; the dog had got back a while before him.
When he landed again the She-Wolf was pulling herself into a sitting position, eyes a dull, empty, ghost-like white, and her expression infinitely sad. It scared him to see the previously business-like, professional healer in such a state - what had happened? But she was only as so for a second, and between the Striated Caracara flapping to a still, and tucking his wings in, her eyes were a normal, darker silver, and her professional air was back.
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Post by Skye on Oct 1, 2010 18:24:53 GMT -5
Skye stood and grabbed the herbs. Walking over she dropped them and smiled. Found them easily she said smiling again.
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