08-19-2018, 02:38 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]It was not her place to give pain, to feel skin part beneath claws and teeth, crimson taste of blood upon tongue, but rather to mend, rid one of the ache which settles about bone and muscle, clawing at the very marrow beneath. But to who might the healer turn when the breath grows ragged, when the chest burns with a pain she has nothing with which to alleviate it. What doctor was there for the one in that position, with their medicine and care, gentle words meant to comfort, mirroring hands so soft and gentle as they offered assistance.
Behind gritted teeth bared within the twist of a savage smile is her grief and pain held for there is no physical mark to mar dark form, no touch upon her parting skin until it is ribbons hanging from bone, no, nothing so simple. Instead it is the heart within the cage of her ribs, rapping out a beat upon the curved bone, a hummingbird seeking an escape she might never give it. No thought of death had risen within her, no wanton desire to find her own end, be it beneath the blades she so carefully cared for or in the waves she had come to love so dearly, but how she wanted a break.
She was but a child pushed too far, given a responsibility none of her merger experience should hold, but bore for it was a stone she had gladly taken, heavy upon her shoulders as she struggled up a mountain of her own making. How bitter is pride as it sits upon the tongue, yet to swallow it, feel it within the stomach, or to spit it out between broken, bloodied teeth, such was harder than keeping it in.
If nothing else Aita was predictable, falling into a routine she had crafted with careful thought, made for it gave her some small ounce of comfort. Before dark had risen she had done so, driven from her bed for sleep was heavy and dark, twisted as it curled behind her eyelids, taking shapes which bore no name, torn from slumber by ragged breaths threatening to crumble into cries. Packing her satchel she had taking it upon herself to make an early breakfast, enjoying the quiet of the tavern for a few hours, settled upon one of the overstuffed booths. She had lost track of time, enjoying simply sitting and relaxing with the smell of her favoured green tea strong about her, until it seemed right for her to leave, paws itching to walk the beach, feel the grains between her toes, irritating to some but oh so pleasant to the sage.
And so she had, leaving her tea cup in the tavern's sink to be washed later, allowing her steps to draw her across a cobble lined path before it melted into sand, sigh parting her lips as she stopped for a few seconds, toes curling into it, parting the grains. She had thought to stay here, let herself enjoy the late morning sun before a voice rose, dark ears swivelling around for it was familiar in some ways though the speaker was a stranger to her for the most part. His words were what drew Aita closer, not the voice for she cared not to make this stranger familiar, brow furrowing as she pondered over the meaning behind it, until she found the two.
“Shit, wat hapned?” Directing the question to the hybrid Aita quickly moved closer, swinging off the medical bag she had grown accustomed to carrying, regretting not restocking for it was low on most things, only a roll of bandages and a few loose leaves left. What was she supposed to do in this situation? For a time she could only stare, attention shifting between the crimson of blood long dried and the thicker of black – was this blood of some sort? - wondering at what to do with one in this state. “Can ya get Rose or Fishtar please,” lifting her gaze she hoped either would show before Gabe could leave, a quick response all she wanted not for she had no idea how to handle this, clear in the tense way she hunched over Beck, paws trembling slightly as she looked upon him, seeking answers she knew she would never get.
Behind gritted teeth bared within the twist of a savage smile is her grief and pain held for there is no physical mark to mar dark form, no touch upon her parting skin until it is ribbons hanging from bone, no, nothing so simple. Instead it is the heart within the cage of her ribs, rapping out a beat upon the curved bone, a hummingbird seeking an escape she might never give it. No thought of death had risen within her, no wanton desire to find her own end, be it beneath the blades she so carefully cared for or in the waves she had come to love so dearly, but how she wanted a break.
She was but a child pushed too far, given a responsibility none of her merger experience should hold, but bore for it was a stone she had gladly taken, heavy upon her shoulders as she struggled up a mountain of her own making. How bitter is pride as it sits upon the tongue, yet to swallow it, feel it within the stomach, or to spit it out between broken, bloodied teeth, such was harder than keeping it in.
If nothing else Aita was predictable, falling into a routine she had crafted with careful thought, made for it gave her some small ounce of comfort. Before dark had risen she had done so, driven from her bed for sleep was heavy and dark, twisted as it curled behind her eyelids, taking shapes which bore no name, torn from slumber by ragged breaths threatening to crumble into cries. Packing her satchel she had taking it upon herself to make an early breakfast, enjoying the quiet of the tavern for a few hours, settled upon one of the overstuffed booths. She had lost track of time, enjoying simply sitting and relaxing with the smell of her favoured green tea strong about her, until it seemed right for her to leave, paws itching to walk the beach, feel the grains between her toes, irritating to some but oh so pleasant to the sage.
And so she had, leaving her tea cup in the tavern's sink to be washed later, allowing her steps to draw her across a cobble lined path before it melted into sand, sigh parting her lips as she stopped for a few seconds, toes curling into it, parting the grains. She had thought to stay here, let herself enjoy the late morning sun before a voice rose, dark ears swivelling around for it was familiar in some ways though the speaker was a stranger to her for the most part. His words were what drew Aita closer, not the voice for she cared not to make this stranger familiar, brow furrowing as she pondered over the meaning behind it, until she found the two.
“Shit, wat hapned?” Directing the question to the hybrid Aita quickly moved closer, swinging off the medical bag she had grown accustomed to carrying, regretting not restocking for it was low on most things, only a roll of bandages and a few loose leaves left. What was she supposed to do in this situation? For a time she could only stare, attention shifting between the crimson of blood long dried and the thicker of black – was this blood of some sort? - wondering at what to do with one in this state. “Can ya get Rose or Fishtar please,” lifting her gaze she hoped either would show before Gabe could leave, a quick response all she wanted not for she had no idea how to handle this, clear in the tense way she hunched over Beck, paws trembling slightly as she looked upon him, seeking answers she knew she would never get.