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Post by Blubber-Bun on May 23, 2017 16:29:48 GMT -6
JellyBlubber's Jemin & Kawaii-DeadPool's Ra After Events of Chapter 3; Southern Ziuseset
"Crap."
He had always imagined death would come at the end of a blade or the edge of a cliff. Instead, it came in the form of a scorpion scarcely the size of his hoof.
Jemin would have laughed at the irony of his situation, really, had it not hurt so much.
As he neared the crest of the hill, nauseated and drunkenly wobbling, his front leg finally buckled beneath his weight. He stumbled once before hitting the shrub-dotted ground; his flanks heaving in short, rapid breaths and his heart pounding so loudly he thought it might shake the earth. The pain in his fetlock was beginning to subside into an aching sort of tingle, swelling and festering, while the wound itself had turned an angry red color.
He couldn't for the life of him recall which scorpions had lethal venom and which were mere pests - and it wasn't like he had anyone he could lean over to and ask.
"Crap..." He repeated again, voice strained.
Grunting, Jemin limply flopped over onto his back, and stared at the sky through his swimming, half-lidded vision. Perspiration clung to his dark pelt.
The sky was so blue today...
He decided, then, that today was a good day to die. And with that thought in mind, he sighed defeatedly and rested his head back against the dust. |
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Post by kawaiideadpool on May 23, 2017 17:02:39 GMT -6
Ra | Medicine Horse.
She had been gathering some plants, various things she needed to get home to her father, and she was so far off in her own world as she hummed to herself that she barely even noticed the mule. And when she did, she felt her mouth fall open as she quickly shoved her items into her pack before rushing over.
"Sir? Sir," she calls, her eyebrows jutting up in wonder at the sight of the mule sprawled out on the ground; and by the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be in the best state of mind. Taking a cautious step forward as she jostles the packs on her back, "Are you alright?"
What a dumb question, she thinks since she is fully aware that he isn't alright- it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out -but it was customary for her to ask- best to know what's wrong before she pokes at what looks like to be a small sting that seemed to be getting more and more irritated with each passing minute. Fidgeting in her spot, she hopes that he still is there in the head to be able to give her an answer, and if he couldn't, well he might just have to stomach a stranger doing her best to tend to his sting.
She slung her pack off of her shoulders, she squats down to his level, "Hello?"
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Post by Blubber-Bun on May 23, 2017 20:35:00 GMT -6
As the pounding in his head grew gradually louder, Jemin became faintly aware of distant hoof beats. But surely he wasn't lucky enough to be spotted out here - so far from any travellers and too south of any establishments? It wasn't like any friendly nomad or medic was going to happen upon him -
Oh.
Oh.
What he had first dismissed as a figment of his imagination, was in fact a fellow horse; running his way with frantic determination in their stride. Rather than feel immediate relief, he felt a small twinge of annoyance. Couldn't someone stranded in a desert just die in peace these days? He opened his eyes against the harsh sunlight, but made no attempt to stand; his fetlock was still swollen a third more than what could be considered 'healthy', after all.
Squinting, he attempted to focus his swarming eyesight on the stranger as they came sliding to a halt, hovering concernedly over him.
Are you alright?
The mule stallion almost laughed this time. Almost. But he felt as though he might lose the contents of his breakfast if he did, so instead he swallowed down his nausea and snorted.
Moments later, she - for she was indeed a mare - swung her face closer, and he noticed a peculiar flash of color against the dark of her pelt. It was gray, and curved, with two blue protrusions that resembled antlers...faint-headed as he felt and bleary as his vision was, it took him a moment to recognize the face of Ignacio. Though not religious by nature, he still found himself puzzled as to why the Fire Lord was at his deathbed. However feverish that thought might be, it made him uneasy all the same.
It was only until the mare spoke again that Jemin was roused from his hallucination. He tilted his head slightly in her direction, grimacing.
"So -," he panted, teeth grit. " -You wanna get introductions out of the way now -- or later...?"
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Post by kawaiideadpool on May 29, 2017 19:55:43 GMT -6
Ra | Serora | Medicine Horse.
She almost rolled her eyes at how irritated he sounded, but she let out a small sigh before rooting through her pack for something that might help him, "The name is Ra, if you must know," She snorted, racking her brain on why introduction seemed so important when he looked as if he was about to pass out. Digging a little deeper into her pack, she hummed a soft tune as she pulled out various bandages and other things that might aid his leg, "And you are?"
If he seemed so inclined to know who she was, then she had the right to question who he was.
Clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she gazed over his leg, "What got you?" She questioned, knowing that it would be best to know what exactly happened before she went jumping to any conclusions on how to care his wound- if she could even call it that.
She could have chuckled at the situation- finding it rather amusing that this mule stallion seemed as if he had just come to terms with death under the Seroran sun. A little dramatic, she thinks pulling out a few herbs and other plants that might help what looked to be a small sting. Maybe she just ruined his chance to get home to Alya sooner- she smirks to herself at the thought. She hums softly to herself, waiting patiently for him to respond- hoping that he wasn't too far gone and praying quietly to herself that she had got to him just in time.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on May 30, 2017 16:23:05 GMT -6
"Ra..." Jemin echoed, testing the name on his tongue. He could see, in the corner of his blurry vision, that she was digging through a bag of some sorts. She was humming, too - almost as though this were a casual conversation.
And you are?
"Jemin," he rasped, offering a look that was half-smile and half-grimace. It lasted only for a moment. His expression was soon contorted once more as a spasm jolted through his leg, causing him to kick involuntarily at the air. The sudden pain had shocked him - and, for the brief moment that followed, he was quiet. When he regained control, he found that the mare was inspecting his fetlock; no doubt curious as to what had happened.
"Scor...scorpion."
Jemin felt that his response needed no further explanation. As any Seroran would know, a scorpion sting was small but sometimes devastating.
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