05-20-2020, 02:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-20-2020, 02:51 PM by VIGENERE CIPHER..)
[glow=white,1,400]YOU FUCKING DISAPPOINT ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Injuries were something Vigenere was, by far, used to. Working in the King's Guard meant injuries were normal - almost expected, even - and eventually the demon had to learn to tend to minor wounds himself. Broken bones, small, minor wounds were something he was used to. That being said, however, Vigenere was no medic and he wouldn't want to be one by any means. The duty of a soldier meant so much more to him.
With all of that, though, Vigenere was too prideful to admit that he needed help. Although he accepted and appreciated Keter helping him at the time of the tremors, the ex-Captain hadn't visited Selby or the other medics in order to make sure his paw was healing correctly. As mentioned before, it was a matter of pride for him; he didn't want to admit he needed help and that's something that followed him even from his past home. Back in the Guard, Vigenere often tended to his own wounds and wouldn't see a medic unless things were severe. Luckily, shit never happened to be so severe that he ended up needing a visit.
During the last couple of days, Vigenere had wrapped his paw in a makeshift cast using a bunch of leaves that had fallen during the tremors. Right now, the savannah was trying to tighten the cast as much as he could, replacing some of the older, more frail leaves. His paw had healed slightly but it was far from being back to normal... Unfortunately, Vigenere was somewhat impatient when it came to healing.
"Fuck!" Vigenere cried out as pain shot through his arm and up his body, making him crumble to the ground. He grit his teeth together, inhaling air as he tried to get the sharp sensation to go away. The claws of his good paw dug into the soft ground beneath him, his tail lashing as he tried to get the pain to pass.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
With all of that, though, Vigenere was too prideful to admit that he needed help. Although he accepted and appreciated Keter helping him at the time of the tremors, the ex-Captain hadn't visited Selby or the other medics in order to make sure his paw was healing correctly. As mentioned before, it was a matter of pride for him; he didn't want to admit he needed help and that's something that followed him even from his past home. Back in the Guard, Vigenere often tended to his own wounds and wouldn't see a medic unless things were severe. Luckily, shit never happened to be so severe that he ended up needing a visit.
During the last couple of days, Vigenere had wrapped his paw in a makeshift cast using a bunch of leaves that had fallen during the tremors. Right now, the savannah was trying to tighten the cast as much as he could, replacing some of the older, more frail leaves. His paw had healed slightly but it was far from being back to normal... Unfortunately, Vigenere was somewhat impatient when it came to healing.
"Fuck!" Vigenere cried out as pain shot through his arm and up his body, making him crumble to the ground. He grit his teeth together, inhaling air as he tried to get the sharp sensation to go away. The claws of his good paw dug into the soft ground beneath him, his tail lashing as he tried to get the pain to pass.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]