gone already - private; eternalknight

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

He seemed thrilled to be able to help her and she supposed that was a natural reaction when it came to Healers. They strove to do whatever they could to keep the tribe fit. Shamans, teachers of the herbalist craft. Was he one then? Her head tilted to the side slightly before she gave a simple nod as he spoke of getting something from his home. His accent was something that kept her attention and she allowed herself a moment as she thought on it as he raced away. Slowly her paws crossed as she laid down, hearing the soft clanking of beads against one another in her shaggy mane. Her eyes slowly closed as she felt the ebbing pain from her wounded shoulder. It had been a while now since she had left home and she was learning a lot. These animals and lands were different.
She wondered if they faced worse threats than her own home did. The hellish wild dog packs and dragons...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching pawsteps and she opened up her white pupiled orbs to focus on him once again. He had something with him and her muzzle immediately curled up at the smell. It was strange the scent almost giving her a sensation of bubbling. "She doesn't know what this is? But she knows it smells awful. It should help instead of hurt, yes? There was apprehension in her voice but she trusted him all the same and the wound needed cleaning. With a quick shake she would shift herself to lay down on her side so that he could get to the wound. "She is ready. She doesn't think it will hurt too bad....she hopes."