08-22-2019, 09:50 PM
Steadfast peepers burnt Selby's figure into his retina. Despite the extensive distance kept between the duo, he held a great volume of reverence towards Crow's son. Undeterred by the fact that he was among Tanglewood's youngest, Selby proved to be the most mature individual inside the territory's outer limits. That, partnered with the feline's lengthy career as a medic, moulded the boy into one of the most trustworthy personage's around.
With optimism, the appointment would come to a close in a mere matter of moments. Here's hoping for positive results.
Yellowed ivories became exposed as Leroy's kisser shifts into an avid smile. He dips his forehead in a bow to answer the younger Roux's greeting, ere straightening his posture for the Sawbones' convenience.
Firstly, the focus fixates on the cur's snout, namely the slash that bedecked its moist flesh. He hesitates, though ultimately endorsing the pussycat's care. The damn cut would have been left well alone if it were up to him. After all, such tears in tissue oft made for the spiffiest scars. A small loss for the sake of wellness. Amber hues descend with vigilance upon Selby, whose paw now extended into a solution of some sort. The smaller male applies the cream, which forthwith tickled Leroy's nose on contact. An active effort was made to stifle the oncoming slew of snickers. But it wasn't enough. Soon, the worn male found himself overwhelmed by restlessness, compelling him to wince his features, with intermittent chortles breaking his silence.
The itchy sensation soothes. The proxy sighs in composure. His set of eyes reveal themselves, the sun's shine clashing with the ocular organs' sensitive surfaces. When his vision grows accustomed to the daylight once more, it rivets upon the spot where Selby last stood. The doctor, however, had disappeared from the canine's front - instead relocating to Leroy's midsection, pressing against the lump in his side. Any trace of happiness still present on his visage diminished at that very point. The growth had made a habitat out of his abdomen a fair while back. It had attained his attention almost immediately, though he hadn't ever considered it a grievous matter. In his mind, it was simply a swollen area, a goose egg. Selby disclosing it as a cancerous growth was the killswitch for his system.
He hadn't very long to live.
What was that supposed to mean? Couldn't he, an experienced practitioner, do anything about it? Was there not an herb that subdued tumours? Was it possible for them to cut off the growth? Leroy didn't consider himself a top figure in the medical field, but he was dead sure that something could have been done.
"I... unders-stand".
There was nothing more to be done.
[color=#b2b2b2][b]"Good day. Selby."
With optimism, the appointment would come to a close in a mere matter of moments. Here's hoping for positive results.
Yellowed ivories became exposed as Leroy's kisser shifts into an avid smile. He dips his forehead in a bow to answer the younger Roux's greeting, ere straightening his posture for the Sawbones' convenience.
Firstly, the focus fixates on the cur's snout, namely the slash that bedecked its moist flesh. He hesitates, though ultimately endorsing the pussycat's care. The damn cut would have been left well alone if it were up to him. After all, such tears in tissue oft made for the spiffiest scars. A small loss for the sake of wellness. Amber hues descend with vigilance upon Selby, whose paw now extended into a solution of some sort. The smaller male applies the cream, which forthwith tickled Leroy's nose on contact. An active effort was made to stifle the oncoming slew of snickers. But it wasn't enough. Soon, the worn male found himself overwhelmed by restlessness, compelling him to wince his features, with intermittent chortles breaking his silence.
The itchy sensation soothes. The proxy sighs in composure. His set of eyes reveal themselves, the sun's shine clashing with the ocular organs' sensitive surfaces. When his vision grows accustomed to the daylight once more, it rivets upon the spot where Selby last stood. The doctor, however, had disappeared from the canine's front - instead relocating to Leroy's midsection, pressing against the lump in his side. Any trace of happiness still present on his visage diminished at that very point. The growth had made a habitat out of his abdomen a fair while back. It had attained his attention almost immediately, though he hadn't ever considered it a grievous matter. In his mind, it was simply a swollen area, a goose egg. Selby disclosing it as a cancerous growth was the killswitch for his system.
He hadn't very long to live.
What was that supposed to mean? Couldn't he, an experienced practitioner, do anything about it? Was there not an herb that subdued tumours? Was it possible for them to cut off the growth? Leroy didn't consider himself a top figure in the medical field, but he was dead sure that something could have been done.
"I... unders-stand".
There was nothing more to be done.
[color=#b2b2b2][b]"Good day. Selby."