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He chuckled. "Congratulations Kingpin! Your a dog now," the corvid said as he ruffled through his bag. "Can you breathe, or do you feel stuffy -er clogged. Does your throat burn at all?" Malak muttered, pulling a vile of redish dust from his bag. He tossed it aside. "Beetroot? No." he riffled through his ditty bag again, pulling out a wide beaker of dried spiders. "Im not sure why i still have these. Would you like them?" Malak croaked tossing them aside.
He pulled a lavender necklace looking ring out from his back with an astonished look, nudging it toward the feline. "Wear this. It'll help with whatever has been stressing you." Malak cawed, shoving his head back into the the bag. "If my observations are correct, and they usually are, you have Croup. Croup is an upper airway infection that blocks breathing and, unfortunately, its contagious. Which means you'll need to be quarantined in the caves. The only way to cure Croup quickly which i imagine you'd like to do, other than plenty of rest, is to stay where its humid. The hot air from the caves will kill any bacteria that may be lurking in your throat." Malak croaked, frowning a bit.
"Ah! Im glad you mention your eyesight! In the Pittian's desert, a silver beetle lives there within the jungle. Its highly saught after by practitioners like me! The beetle holds healing properties beyond imagination!" the raven cawed excitedly. "It'll cure your eyes, im sure of it!" Malak's smile turned into a bit of a worried gaze. "Unfortunately, i havent found an able body to go into the desert without dieing. My feathers are too dark and i'd die of exhaustion or heat stroke. You cant go because- ya know."
[member=2039]bai shi.[/member]
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✯ — Run along now, don't be glum. Get you gone, now, have some fun
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[div style="width: 360px; margin-left: 6px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: black;"] Malak set a wing to his head, leaning back a bit with an exaggerated gasp. "Bai! Your words, they hurt!" the raven croaked, laughing a bit as he drew his wing back. "Speaking of teeth, have you got the tiger's teeth?"He chuckled. "Congratulations Kingpin! Your a dog now," the corvid said as he ruffled through his bag. "Can you breathe, or do you feel stuffy -er clogged. Does your throat burn at all?" Malak muttered, pulling a vile of redish dust from his bag. He tossed it aside. "Beetroot? No." he riffled through his ditty bag again, pulling out a wide beaker of dried spiders. "Im not sure why i still have these. Would you like them?" Malak croaked tossing them aside.
He pulled a lavender necklace looking ring out from his back with an astonished look, nudging it toward the feline. "Wear this. It'll help with whatever has been stressing you." Malak cawed, shoving his head back into the the bag. "If my observations are correct, and they usually are, you have Croup. Croup is an upper airway infection that blocks breathing and, unfortunately, its contagious. Which means you'll need to be quarantined in the caves. The only way to cure Croup quickly which i imagine you'd like to do, other than plenty of rest, is to stay where its humid. The hot air from the caves will kill any bacteria that may be lurking in your throat." Malak croaked, frowning a bit.
"Ah! Im glad you mention your eyesight! In the Pittian's desert, a silver beetle lives there within the jungle. Its highly saught after by practitioners like me! The beetle holds healing properties beyond imagination!" the raven cawed excitedly. "It'll cure your eyes, im sure of it!" Malak's smile turned into a bit of a worried gaze. "Unfortunately, i havent found an able body to go into the desert without dieing. My feathers are too dark and i'd die of exhaustion or heat stroke. You cant go because- ya know."
[member=2039]bai shi.[/member]
We'll dance and sing 'til sundown
——————「 Alithis Evengis / Corvid / plot with me / @Malak 」 ———————
And feast with abandon