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Post by loveboxer123 on Sept 25, 2017 17:26:07 GMT -6
Damn. That was a lot of blood. Crescent swiveled her head to look at the new wounds that littered her coat. A low whistle. That asshole coyote had really done her in hadnt he. And to think that she had just been out there, training with her new weapon, when the thing jumped her. She didn't even have Milo with her.
Another low hiss as she briefly stumbled, catching herself before she hit the ground. A deep breath that resonated through her chest, before she was back to moving. How close was she to Osulas? She honestly didn't know. It wasn't until she nearly toppled into the ravine itself that she realized how close she was. Her breath huffed from her flared nostrils, as Crescent limped her way over to a path down onto the gorge, her scythe at her side as her tail remained limp, not at its usual high carriage.
"Goddamn that hurts." She hissed to herself, muttering curses under her breath as she continued her slow limp along the gorge. Dawn shone across the homes there, as she continued to move on her way, hooves making quiet little thumps against the rock.
Okay she was home. Now...hope no one noticed you were bleeding and treat yourself. Like she always did. She tossed her scythe without care, listening to it clatter against the floor. Ugh. Just...ugh.
WC: 230
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Post by Spectre on Oct 1, 2017 20:27:47 GMT -6
Diana| Medicine Horse
Sleep had not been kind to her. A feeling in her gut had kept rolling through the night, causing her to toss and turn. So when the first peaks of sunlight broke through the gorge Diana had risen with the sun to begin her day. She rarely was up this early, but today would be busy, or chaotic. The air felt off, as though something telling her to stay awake. So she did. Moving around her home, Diana packed her saddle bags with books and medical supplies she carted around with her. Sighing she stood and chugged the rest of her coffee. Putting the mug away to be washed later. Diana made her way out the door and down the path towards the "nest" as it had been called by her dear friend Alari.
As she walked down the path she didn't notice until she looked down, but she saw the distinct sheen of crimson in her vision. Stopping abruptly, Diana looked on in fear at the path of blood that trailed its way down the path. Shaking her head, Diana took off in a gallop and followed the blood until she came onto a "house" with the door unlocked. Completely disregarding basic manners, Diana whooshed the door open, only to see a bay mare covered in wounds and blood. Her eyes widened in fear and concern, freezing her in place.
WC: 235
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 8, 2017 20:17:44 GMT -6
Crescent had thrown her cloak away, limping into her bedroom and then dragging herself out with gauze in her mouth. She swiveled her head, hissing.
These would need fuckin stitches. Brilliant. She didn't have a needle. She slowly lowered herself to the floor with a groan and a rub of her muzzle, smearing crimson down her snout.
Then, the door was flung open and her eyes immediately widened, breath immediately sucked in as she stared at this mare who had just barged into her house. Milo came screeching out like a pissed off bird, fur stood on end as he hissed at the mare in front of Crescent. Her head spun and she groaned to herself.
"MILO!" She snapped at her familiar, the cheetah standing down and going around behind her instead. Crescent immediately grabbed for her scythe, stumbling to her feet. Cold iron screeched against the stone as she drew her weapon, shaking all the while.
"Hey, hi, this is my house, don't know who you are but welcome I guess?" She wheezed out, tail switching.
WC:181
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Post by Spectre on Nov 29, 2017 20:40:21 GMT -6
Diana | Savior
Diana reeled at the sight of the bloodied mare- shaking with a scythe in hoof and a growling cheetah close behind her. Shaking her head, she sent a fierce glare towards the large feline, 'Just try and get in the way you bloody house cat, see how fast my hoof will meet your leg.' Turning her gaze back towards the buckskin in front of her, her eyes instantly turned sad and worred.
"I'm so sorry to intrude on your home, but I saw the blood trail and it led into your home, and I can clearly see your wounds. My name is Diana, I am a trained savior-," She motioned to the bag at her side, "I'm here to offer my assistance."
She slowly inched forward, respectfully of course, and placed her bags down, retrieving gauze and a infection fighting poultice. "May I?" She motioned towards the wounds with her muzzle.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 1, 2017 12:20:05 GMT -6
The buckskin mare turned her head towards Milo, before gently throwing her scythe away from her. Her turquoise eyes looked to Diana, before she nodded.
“Crescent. Warder. And sure.” She said. She turned to allow for sight of the wound. It was gristly. The coyote’s teeth had dug right into muscle and flesh, tearing it open and staining her white markings crimson. Her scythe’s bloodied edge told of the fate of the animal. Laid to rest against the dusty Serora air. It’s how it always went around Sedo. One came out on top.
“Got jumped by a coyote. My familiar was here and I was too far out of range for my blessing to alert him.” Crescent tried to explain, her two toned tail twitching as she braced herself for the inevitable pain of getting healed. I mean, it happened every time she was healed. Which was frequently. No one ever said Crescent wasn’t horribly clumsy, even before nearly getting murdered.
“I have The Sight.” Milo chuffed in response, tail lashing, not entirely happy at this strange mare barging into his horse’s space.
WC:181
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Post by Spectre on Apr 9, 2018 19:11:21 GMT -6
Diana | Savior
Diana flinched as she pinned her ears against the sharp clatter as the bloodied scythe greeted the floor. She met the startling cool eyes of the mare for the briefest of moments, a small part of her flinching at the feroscity behind them. She only moved in when the nod was given. She hissed at the grisly wound, distinct tooth marks marred the canvas of delicate flesh, staining the tapestry of white and brown a sickly crimson. She hummed along as the mare- no known as Crescent- explained the history behind the wounds. She perked at the mention of the coyotes. She cringed, "Damn coyotes are desperate around here, with the drought and all." Diana silenced as she looked at the wound. She looked at it for only a few brief moments, before her eyes widened. Dashing to her bags, Diana clambered her way through her bags until she stepped back with towels, needle and thread in hand.
She stepped forward once more, bringing down the towel and poultice on the tensed muscle. There was a lot of blood, it threw Diana off. She continued her way down, cleaning and applying poultice as she went. She sent a brief glance towards Milo at the mention of both familiar and blessing. She looked up and paused so briefly, a sudden thought dawned on her. Damned stubborn warriors. "Crescent, were you planning to take care of this yourself... without visiting a savior?" She sent a scrutinizing gaze towards the warder.
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