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Post by moonlightwalk on May 3, 2017 13:41:24 GMT -6
SummeryAfter an unfortunate encounter with a thunderbird, Roland finds himself passed out on Sedo's ground. Eyrin who happens to pass by can of course not leave this stranger in need of medical attention. SettingSedo, year  Participating charactersRoland and Eyrin
Eyrin mumbled to himself as he went through his bags, trying to find where he had placed the medicine he needed. Surely it had to be in there somewhere. Now if he only could remember where he left it. As he shuffeled through his belongings, his patient stirred and the brown stallion turned his head. Deciding he must have left the bottle at home, he picked a combination of herbs, knowing to work just as well, be it a little more foul tasting. He picked up a piece of cloth, drenching it in water, and carefully moved it over the other's skin. He hadn't been able to drag him too far, let alone out of the shade and he feared the stallion might overheat so ummoving in the sun. He had set up what was supossed to be a make-shift tent but he wasn't the handiest of horses. As the water helped cool his patient, he looked at the sun which was gradually making it's way down. Soon he wouldn't need to use the cloth anymore. He noted the shiver than ran through the unconsious body, showing the water was having it's effect. At least he could exclude nerval damage on that front. He turned away, starting to prepare the neccasary herbs. He was worried the other might have a concussion and wanted to see him awake as soon as possible, so he could give him a proper examination. From what he could see aside from some wounds the stallion was fine, but he couldn't look inside and wanted the other awake to tell what he saw and felt and to test his reflexes. He sighed as he put the minced herbs in a glass bottle and set it into the sun. It wouldn't need much heat to extract the neccasary ingredients so he figured the last rays of sun would do to prepare it. Post 1 | 316 words
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 14:04:53 GMT -6
 1 | 401The last thing the stallion could remember was the flapping of wings, feathering blowing in the storming breeze, and a large zap! -a flash of light. Lightning shot from the form of the thunderbird, striking his wing with a painful blow. The scent of burning flesh swirled around the stallion's muzzle as his wings suddenly faltered, wind whistling through the new hole, making it harder and harder for him to stay afloat in the swirling wind. Each beat of his large, heavily tattooed wings became more and more useless as the wind sent him spiraling down from his place in the sky, the desert ground growing closer and closer.
The stallion held his breath, tucking his wings to his body as he tried to prepare himself for the landing. At least his daring stunts had prepared him for such a fall, but not at that height.
His body landed in the sand, dust kicking up around him. His mind buzzed before falling to a deep, silent darkness.
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How long had passed, he wouldnt know. Slowly, consciousness started to return. First, he could feel his breath entering his lungs. Then, he could feel the tips of his wings. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of shuffling, though he could not pinpoint where it was coming from or who was creating it. He slowly tried to open his light green eyes, but the blast of the sun - even in the shade - caused him to squeeze them shut immediately with a sharp pain shooting across his forehead. He let out a long breath, clearing dirt from his nostrils and tongue.
It was then that something touched his wing, pain red hot shooting through his muscles and causing him to hiss. His body flinched as he jerked his wing back to his side, out of the grasp of whoever-the-fuck thought it was okay to touch his wounds.
"Hey!" He shouted, his eyes narrowed as he forced them open against the merciless sun. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the form of the stallion before him; a painted fellow who looked to be a medic.
Groaning, Roland let his head fall back to the sand, tenderly letting his wing lay beside him. His wound now ebbed a soft pain, reminding him it was still there.
"What happened?" He finally asked, the words leaving his lips in an exhausted and painful slur. |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 5, 2017 15:11:47 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
As the herbs soaked, Eyrin set to the task of cleansing the wounds. The skin was burned an Eyrin wondered what it was what had caused it. Surely the stallion had not flown so close to the sun that his skin was signed, did he? Perhaps he had gotten caught in a storm of sorts. He had heard from his mother that stormy weather was no thing to fly through, even though he had no experience himself. Suddenly the wing he was treating was ripped out of his grasp and he was startled as his unknown patient shouted.
"H-hey," he said, trying to sound placating, before gathering himself. He was a medicine horse and his patient needed him to be calm. "My name is Eyrin, I'm a medicine horse. You have experienced a flying accident. Can you tell me your name?" He peered at the stallions eyes, trying to assess his pupils before moving on to judging motor skills. The stallion definitly was in pain and he wanted to figure out where, how much and how as soon as possible. Waiting for an answer he went to grab the bottle with herb extracts which by now was decently warm. Holding it in front of the stallions nose he requested he drink it. "It will help with the pain as well as prevent infection," he explained. Infection was always the last thing you wanted when it came to wounds. It could make a nearly harmless wound go to something much more fatal. In emphasis, he swished the liquid around a bit, showing it could drunk.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 17:02:58 GMT -6
2 | 366The stallion's dragon-like tail flicked behind him, thumping loudly on the ground as he tried to distract himself from the ebbing pain in his wing. Dust swirled at his hooves from the movement, causing him to let out a soft cough. As the medicine horse spoke, he narrowed his pale green eyes ever so slightly. A flying accident? Him? That didnt sound right.
"Roland." He huffed, pulling his head back up as the horse before him peered into his eyes. His head pounded from the sudden movement, causing him to wince and lay his ears flat against his neck.
He watched curiously as the stallion - Eyrin was his name - reached for a bottle and help it out to him, swirling the liquid before him in order to try to get him to drink. Roland took it with slight hesitation, his muzzle twitching as he drew in its scent. It didnt smell good, so that probably meant it didnt taste good either..
Shrugging, the stallion put the bottle to his lips. It was better to get this over with than to get an infection - because then he wouldnt be able to fly for a while. He downed the drink in one gulp, dropping the bottle to the sand and scrunching his lips together.
"Oh, that is fuckin' awful!" He spat, shaking his head. His thick hair bounced along his neck as he did so, his forelock falling over his eyes.
Flicking his messy hair from his eyes, he glanced up to the sky, before turning back to examine the wound on his wing. It smelt of burnt flesh and sure looked like it too. Now that he was awake, he started noticing other small aches come to the surface. His ribs hurt while he breathed, his front leg ached if he rested it on it wrong. He noticed a slight rash on his shoulder, probably from when he had slid to the ground. He started to wonder how far he had fallen.
Pulling his tail up against his side, Roland turned his attention back to the medic. "So what's the word, doc, am I going to live?" He teased, his lips pulling back in a lopsided grin. |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 16, 2017 12:25:47 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
Eyrin watched in slight amusement as his patient took the provided medicine, knowing all too well how horribly it tasted. The stallion before him made no point in hiding what he thought of it either. He became a little concerned when the male's, who he had learned was called Roland, eye reflexes were delayed. He hummed thoughtfully, his mind already going over diagnoses and treatments. "How do you feel?" He asked, trying to narrow down the possibilities as he picked the bottle from the ground and went to store it back into his saddlebags. The distance between them served to observe the other’s movements as well, eyes of a healer picking up details and adding them to the puzzle in his head. One thing stuck out the most, a concussion most likely.
He decided if the stallion could crack a joke as he just did, it would be a milder one though. Eyrin found himself smiling back a little before remembering that death in fact was not a funny thing and he schooled his face into something more serious. “Aside from some burns and cuts, I think you might have a concussion,” he explained, walking back to Roland. “Can you remember what happened before your accident? Can you remember my name?” Loss of memory and inability to retain new information were often signs of this particular ailment, though not always and the medicine horse was trying to determine severity.
He opened another glass object, this time a jar, which was filled with medicinal paste. Using Roland’s name he softly announced he’d be applying it to his burns, verbally walking his patient through the process as he worked. He handled the wing carefully, never treated a pegasi before with wings like those. He wondered silently how the thin skin had not ripped, seemingly so thin and yet clearly sturdy enough if it survived such fall. The stallion had most likely managed to slow down before touching down or his injuries would have been way worse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 22:31:08 GMT -6
3 | 306The stallion arched his brow as the other asked him how he felt. Well i fell out of the damn sky, thats how i feel. He mused to himself. "I feel fine." He replied with a shrug, glancing to his hooves as he contemplated standing. Just that movement caused his vision to shift, making him rethink that plan. He was not fine. His head hurt, his eyes hurt, everything hurt; and now that he was fully awake and aware, he hurt even more.
But he wasnt going to let that show.
His eyes narrowed in a twitching squint as the medic explained the damage. "I dont have a con-" He scoffed, though found himself pausing when the medic asked if he remembered everything. His lips pulled tight into a line, his ears laying back. "I remember.. flying." He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think, but that only made his head hurt more. With a groan, he softly flopped his head back to the ground before letting out a sigh.
"I dont remember anything, no. Your name... your name starts with a R.. no, thats my name." He grumbled, barely audible as his eyelids drooped. His ears twitched as Eyrin tried to explain to him what he was doing, but the stallion had already mentally checked out. A concussion was bad. It meant he would be out of work for a while- he was going to drive himself crazy.
He winced as the other stallion spread medicine across his cuts and burns, but tried his best to ignore it. After a few moments in silence, his light green gaze shifted back to glance at the large draft.
"So.. what is your name then?" He asked quietly. He felt dumb needing to hear it again, but he really couldnt remember no matter how hard he tried. |
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