08-14-2018, 12:25 AM
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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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Healing was not something Pierce would be interested in had it not been, one, for him always seeming to end up in the medicine den for one reason another, and two, for his older sister having been head medic in his very first clan. She had always been treating him when he was sent in, with anything from a small cut to the wounds from a torture or raid. Her voice had always helped more than anything, gentle and kind enough to help him keep calm, but so obviously wise- Lottie had been someone that you couldn't help but trust. Both she and Pierce had been hurt in their lives, unbelievably so, but they'd taken it in two entirely different ways; her, taking the route of healing to ensure no one had to hurt on their own, and Pierce, taking the route centered around anger and fighting and protection, as he wanted to make sure nobody ever experienced what he had at the hands of friends and foes alike. Pierce didn't want to hurt anyone, he really didn't, but, intentionally or not, directly, emotionally or otherwise, he was really good at it. She may even still be alive if it weren't for his own naivety, which had basically enabled the person who had driven her to insanity to push her over the edge.
He didn't live in that old place anymore, though. He could start anew, or at least try. While the serval knew he would never truly be able to stray from his roots that he so despised - he always had, really, all the fighting and war had been a stupid accident -, he could at least try to mend his previous mistakes, try to help others in a method that was harder to mess up than his previous ones. He could never pursue medicine, no, he knew that, but helping the healers out every once in a while made him feel a little bit more achieved, a little bit more like a good person, and besides, he could use some more knowledge on illness and the like to help keep Clementine healthy.
He arrived next, a bit late, but he figured that didn't matter, as he'd heard the assignment. It was simple in concept, but in action? That may not be the case. "I can help out, too, if you guys need," offered the effeminate feline as he approached, coming to stand near Ishayu and tossing the other serval a quick smile before he turned his gaze back onto Quantum, Ja'sunna, and Monroe. "I'm not, like, an expert, or anything, but I know some of the basics." It sounded like that would be enough, for this class, at least.
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He didn't live in that old place anymore, though. He could start anew, or at least try. While the serval knew he would never truly be able to stray from his roots that he so despised - he always had, really, all the fighting and war had been a stupid accident -, he could at least try to mend his previous mistakes, try to help others in a method that was harder to mess up than his previous ones. He could never pursue medicine, no, he knew that, but helping the healers out every once in a while made him feel a little bit more achieved, a little bit more like a good person, and besides, he could use some more knowledge on illness and the like to help keep Clementine healthy.
He arrived next, a bit late, but he figured that didn't matter, as he'd heard the assignment. It was simple in concept, but in action? That may not be the case. "I can help out, too, if you guys need," offered the effeminate feline as he approached, coming to stand near Ishayu and tossing the other serval a quick smile before he turned his gaze back onto Quantum, Ja'sunna, and Monroe. "I'm not, like, an expert, or anything, but I know some of the basics." It sounded like that would be enough, for this class, at least.
"speech"
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