Post by Ehrendi on Jan 27, 2017 5:25:43 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Madoka scowled at the open wound on his shoulder, wondering how a small 'scratch' could have ended up like this. The wound was festering, hot and red around the edges and it stung stung like a bitch. That was probably the first indicators to Madoka that he probably should get it looked at, but that was about a week ago. Hey, it was difficult to get good medical assistance out in the middle of no where. He already had plans to head into Inaria later that week so he figured he could do it then, but he never actually got around to it. Things kept popping up until finally he couldn't handle it anymore and he finally bit the bullet and headed into Aquore's inner city.
He moved purposefully through the crowds, careful not to bump his shoulder into passerby's and headed in a direction he hoped would lead him to a clinic. As much as he despised seeking help from others, Madoka certainly couldn't keep doing his job like this. Besides, he didn't particularly like the idea of dying from a scratch. The further he headed into Inaria the busier it became. With the colourful banners of merchant shops all around him it was difficult to decifer where he should head next. Lost in the shouts and chatter of the equines around him his attention was immediately brought back when someone roughly shoved against his sore shoulder. A slew of curses flew from his lips as a sharp, jarring pain flooded his senses. His ears flattened and he twisted his neck to bare his teeth at the perpetrator. "Watch where you are going," he snapped, feeling the heat of anger and pain drown out his usual set of manners. Ignoring the looks he received for his obvious 'rudeness' Madoka scowled and headed towards the Marketplace center. Surely he would find someone there, of all places.
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Setting: Midday. It's a busy day for the marketplace in Inaria and Madoka has found himself a little lost in the crowd.
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