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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 13:27:29 GMT -6
Whether You Like It or Not
Nirav | Skye
War-Colt | DarkriseDivine
Nirav slips and falls down a small incline while playing, leaving his worried mother to drag him to the nearest medic, despite his protests.
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: Summer, 1890
Weather: Warm and sunny
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 13:42:15 GMT -6
 Nirav;War-Forged Scout
I'm still a kid inside, and adventure is adventure wherever you find it.Blood dripped from the young colt's leg, staining his white socks and dampening his thick feathering. He stood on three, shaking legs, his front held up to keep the pressure off. His whole body trembled, adrenaline rushing through him from his fall. His mother stood over him, her deep blue eyes staring down at his, as he tried to avoid her stare.
"It's not that bad.." The speckled colt whimpered, placing his hoof back to the ground as if to prove his point, only to wince and pull it back up. "It's really not.."
His mother sighed and touched his forehead softly, pushing his long, messy hair from his eyes. "We need to get it checked out anyways, even if it isnt that bad." She said softly.
The colt frowned, his ears laying back against his painted neck. He opened his mouth to protest, but his mother had already started leading the way. Sighing in defeat, Nirav stumbled after her, tears forming in his eyes as pain shot up his leg with each step. He didnt need a medic- medics were for wimps! He would let nature heal his wounds, just like the Raiders did! His brow furrowed as he skipped up closer to his mother's side, nearly tripping with a wrong step.
He kept his mouth shut as a silent protest, ignoring his mother when she tried to speak to him. It didnt take long for them to come across a medic tent tucked off to the side of the trail. Nirav paused as his mother approached, calling to see if anyone was home. His icy blue gaze trailed across the campsite, looking for any way he could escape. His ears pricked as he heard his mother calling his name, sighing in defeat as he hobbled in her direction, noticing his mother standing with the medic. His gaze shifted to his hooves as he stopped beside them, shifting his weight off his bad leg.
"Why dont you go lay down in the tent for now?" The medic told him. Nirav nodded slowly and shuffled toward the tent, pushing himself through the flaps and flopping down on a pile of pelts. He stretched his bad leg out before him, taking the chance to investigate it. The blood was now just trickles, allowing him to see the torn skin. Dirt and grass clung to his tattered skin. Upon looking at it closer, he noticed a small portion of bone could be seen through the deeper part of the wound.
Groaning, Nirav shoved his head into the pelts, squeezing his eyes shut in attempt to ignore the stinging pain.
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Post by Darkrise on May 4, 2017 14:58:14 GMT -6
I got the opposite Of the Midas Touch | Post 1 441 notes are below Chibi by kingmeow Skye - W-F | Valkyrie
“Mo-om.” Skye complained as she trailed behind the tanned femme, long ears flicking in irritation. It was the second week of Skye’s medic training and already she was bored; bored of old mares complaining of grout and telling stories of how ‘kids in my day…’, bored of raiders returning with scrapes and cuts whilst shouting at the top of their voice about their victory. The grey mare was especially bored of sucking at being a medic. Already she had accidentally given one patient yarrow, making them sick, when they should have been given something to alleviate pain and another nearly ended up swallowing poisonous berries at her request. Skye was just sick and tired of it all, she would much rather follow her father out on one of his raids or watch the Valkyries practice fighting in War-Lord’s square.
“Mom why do I have to be a medic, why can’t I be a scout or a Valkyrie?” She questioned, only to be ignored by the disappearing form of her mother as the tent entrance engulfed her. Hooves dragging on the dirt ground Skye followed her in. The scent of blood mixed with berries assaulted her senses and the grey femme wrinkled her nose in disgust, a sneeze shooting from the nostrils as a pile of berries were nearly knocked over from the onslaught of air. With little more than a cautionary look thrown towards the young mare, Skye’s mother busied herself collecting up herbs and bandages. Not 10 minutes had gone by before a call from outside the tent graced Skye’s audits and her mother motioned for her to follow her out. Two forms stood highlighted by the afternoon sun; one a mare and the other a young stallion limping begrudgingly behind. Skye’s cerulean gaze turned to the colt with interest, looking painfully at the open wound on his leg. It wasn’t often that younger horses came to Ariah’s medic tent- usually they preferred the ones situated in the town. Ariah, Skye’s mother, invited the young stag inside and gave Skye a hard look, indicating that she should follow. Ungracefully she turned to enter the scarlet tent, trudging slowly behind the roan. Moving toward the far end of the tent away from him she watched out of the corner of expressive oculars as he examined his wound and buried his head in the pelts in pain. Sighing and walking over she brought with her a bowl of tepid water, warmed slightly by the small stove.
“How’d you do that?” She asked, perhaps a little impolitely, inclining her at the bleeding wound that if she had to admit, did look pretty painful.
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OMG this is gonna be fun hehe don't mind Skye being impolite, she'll warm up soon xD also didnt get the chance to make her posting table so im re-using a template one >< @war-Colt |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 17:05:34 GMT -6
Nirav;War-Forged Scout
I'm still a kid inside, and adventure is adventure wherever you find it. "How'd you do that?" Her voice brought the young stallion back to reality. He picked his head up, his muzzle twitching as he sniffed and tried to wipe rogue tears from his bright blue eyes. His gaze landed on a young grey filly before him, his ears pricking forward with curiosity, but gaze dropping with shame. Stallions were supposed to be strong in the face of danger and pain, yet here he was sniffling like a colt.
"I.. um.." He started, clearing his throat as he looked upon the warm water that she brought toward him. "I fell off a little cliff and landed in some rocks." He explained, shifting at his place on the pelts to stretch out his leg a little more. He could hear his mother and the medic speaking outside, the worry in his mother's voice clear. He was always causing her worry..
"Its not that bad, promise." He continued, shaking his head. His messy mane danced across his neck, two large feathers falling over his forehead. "I can still walk on it.." Barely, he thought with a scowl.
He paused, a pout forming on his lips as he finally brought his gaze up to look at the filly, his head tipping to the side ever so slightly. "Who are you? You're a bit young to be a medic." He finally asked, not realizing that what he had said was probably rude. He shut his mouth immediately, his gaze dropping back to its place at his hooves. He could practically hear his mother scolding him for not thinking before he spoke.
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Post by Darkrise on May 10, 2017 6:37:52 GMT -6
 Skye watched with a twitch of amusement as the young stallion sniffed and tried to cover up the fact that he had been crying. The best and possibly only good part about her training to far was seeing the big stallions cry. It was surprising and utterly hilarious the amount of big bad raiders who came in with nasty cuts and wept when her mother cleaned and bandaged them.
Skye couldn’t help the rise of one grey brow as the steed explained his injury, a little snort escaping her nares before had the gall to look slightly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen raiders complain of lesser injuries.” She added quickly to cover up the incredulous look in her eyes. Given the worry in the voice of mare outside, conversing with her mum, Skye couldn’t help if this stag was a bit of a mummy’s boy- but then who was she to judge.
“Oh sure you can.” She gave him an indulgent smile, knowing full well he probably couldn’t walk all that well on the leg- it was a wonder he’d managed to get to tent. Dipping a small cloth into the warm water she carefully squeezed some of the excess moisture from it, little droplets getting everywhere, before gently laying it on the boy’s leg to soak up some of the blood. Her telekinetic powers were nowhere near as strong as an adults and so she fumbled ungracefully with the bandages. Quickly nudging some berries forward her long audits flickered in an irritated manner as the colt’s question but answered it evenly, sapphire gaze meeting his icy blue one.
“Aren’t you a little old to be falling down cliffs?” Her gaze dropped momentarily to the little berries at her hooves, these ones were definitely the pain-relief ones and not the ones that made someone sick. “Here take these, they’ll help with the pain.”
Finally she answered his not so polite question. “My mum is a medic and wants me to train to be one.” She screwed her face up slightly at the thought, suggesting this was not what she wanted. “I’m Skye by the way. Who are you?”
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