08-11-2018, 03:32 PM
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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
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Rosemary, ever the nocturnal creature, happens to wander around this part of the beach as part of her usual stroll. Her ears twitch as she catches the sound a of a whine from pain, shortly followed by Argus asking a medical question. The ocelot's lips thin as she angrily remembers how the quartermaster likes to get involved with injured people - without proving her medical ability by holding classes so Rosemary can assess her skill level - and her rage doubles as she remembers that she hasn't seen Argus in over half a week. Her paws quickly turn as she races towards the location, her mind alight with slithering angry thoughts.
"Argus, stop trying to do my job and do yours - though I have no bloody idea what it is that you do," the ocelot sharply commands as she steps between Argus and Vandal, though her orange-amber eyes don't even look at the white wolf as she speaks. Her rage passes quickly, after it exploded from her mouth with all her pent-up irritation at the quartermaster. Rosemary, truthfully, doesn't hold a high opinion of Argus; the wolf is prone to disappearing at times, and Rosemary cannot remember the last time the wolf did anything productive like visiting an ally or holding an training class. Still, Rosemary is tired of an unverified medic trying giving her family members medicine without her assistance - or even bothering to consult the mecro mambas, as though Rosemary doesn't exist. As though she doesn't run a fully staffed team of healers, hasn't proven her healing abilities time and time again with the injuries she's treated in the Typhoon. She gives Argus a cutting glare over her shoulder, before her attention fully rests on Vandal and she feels the anger flutter out of her mind.
She tilts her head, seeing the bites' various puncture wounds - none seem healed properly, but she can't get a good look at it. Holding her paw over the flesh, careful not to touch, but she frowns as she can't seem to spot any signs of inflammation. The flesh, as far as she can tell, is not swollen or overly warm or smelly. "Do you remember what the snake looked like?" she asks Vandal, though her gaze doesn't leave the curious snakebites. She frowns slightly, wishing that she knew more about snakebites; herbal medicine can help with poisons, but venom? Venom is far more difficult to treat.
[/td][/tr][/table]"Argus, stop trying to do my job and do yours - though I have no bloody idea what it is that you do," the ocelot sharply commands as she steps between Argus and Vandal, though her orange-amber eyes don't even look at the white wolf as she speaks. Her rage passes quickly, after it exploded from her mouth with all her pent-up irritation at the quartermaster. Rosemary, truthfully, doesn't hold a high opinion of Argus; the wolf is prone to disappearing at times, and Rosemary cannot remember the last time the wolf did anything productive like visiting an ally or holding an training class. Still, Rosemary is tired of an unverified medic trying giving her family members medicine without her assistance - or even bothering to consult the mecro mambas, as though Rosemary doesn't exist. As though she doesn't run a fully staffed team of healers, hasn't proven her healing abilities time and time again with the injuries she's treated in the Typhoon. She gives Argus a cutting glare over her shoulder, before her attention fully rests on Vandal and she feels the anger flutter out of her mind.
She tilts her head, seeing the bites' various puncture wounds - none seem healed properly, but she can't get a good look at it. Holding her paw over the flesh, careful not to touch, but she frowns as she can't seem to spot any signs of inflammation. The flesh, as far as she can tell, is not swollen or overly warm or smelly. "Do you remember what the snake looked like?" she asks Vandal, though her gaze doesn't leave the curious snakebites. She frowns slightly, wishing that she knew more about snakebites; herbal medicine can help with poisons, but venom? Venom is far more difficult to treat.
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?