Rainforest Cliffs
02-28-2018, 01:38 AM
It was becoming easier and easier to be alone. It was as if his lack of hearing had brought him into this sort of shell, and the longer he remained deaf the deeper he seemed to go. His favorite spot to hide was in the Rainforest Cliffs, especially in the dead of night. Although no place was truly peaceful in these lands at the moment (aside from the places restored of hope; and even then they weren't great), the trees and calls of creatures hidden in them were a nice tune to listen to.
Leroy was silently keeping watch on his companion's skull, keeping an eye out for anyone who might decide to approach from behind should he need to alert the colt. Vynter didn't seemed all that concerned about such things right now, because it had been so long since he'd really had a moment to himself. With the events of helping the Matron restore hope in the lands, attempting to complete his trial and meeting so many horses along the way; the poor Pegasus never got any room to simply breathe. So he decided to take it for himself, moving in a lackadaisical fashion on the ice beneath this hooves. He had time, and he would take as much of it as he could to himself until something, or someone else, decided to bother him.
Perhaps he had jinxed himself, but it was as if as soon as that thought crossed his mind did he smell another on the wind. Leroy was alert, searching with his own senses for whom the boy might be sensing. What the yearling didn't understand was the additional stench of infection and sickness. Most likely wouldn't take note of such a smell, but having a healer father teaches you to look, or smell, for such things. So because of his inner need to heal, he was moving in the direction in which he smelled the rot. It didn't take long to find her, sprawled out on the forest floor and nibbling away at broken feathers. Puss oozed from her appendages, and her skin was loose and sagging on the bones that were oh so tiny.
Although she wasn't as tiny as Valkyrie, she was quite close, and the lack of nutrition made her seem even smaller. Neither of them could really compare to his 16hh and growing stature though. Taking a moment to inspect the scene from afar he checked for any other additional injuries, for bleeding or broken bones. The only other thing he could find was an intense rash (or was it a burn?) that plagued her baby blue frame. This was enough of a factor for him to take action, moving himself towards her at a calm yet brisk pace. As he skated along his mind begged him to retreat, to tread carefully around this pretty girl; because the last time he tried to help one she shunned him like yesterday's trash.
Even though he direly wanted to listen to it, to back away and seep back into the shadows, deep down he knew that he simply couldn't leave her like that. Not when he knew that he could help. And so he was finally next to her, staring into her eyes with his own bright blue ones. He said nothing, only checked to see if she was indeed still functioning. By now her adrenaline was probably in overdrive, doing everything it could to compensate for her failing body. So when he felt that she was not afraid of his presence, he began to stand upright once more. Clicking softly to Leroy he waited for the spider to fall from his head to the ground, before turning away to begin his search for supplies.
Her wings would need to be wrapped, there was no way a poultice would be the only solution at this stage. She would also need food, something to keep her strength up and to help her rest so that her body could heal. It was obvious she had been pushing herself despite every part of her encouraging her not to. He supposed given the situation he could relate.
Upon finding most of what he needed he returned, gently placing his tools at his hooves and looking at her once again. He didn't think he would need her to stand up, in fact he preferred that she continue to rest her muscles. So with a little bit of awkwardness (that damn wing never helped with his balance), he rested himself on folded legs, making sure he was close enough so that his mouth could still apply dressings to her wound. The first thing he did though, was push a ball of moist moss in her direction. She needed fluids, and this was a convenient way to bring them to a bedridden patient. He looked at her for a few moments expectantly, before beginning to work on her wings.
He made sure that she was aware of what he was doing, patiently waiting for acknowledgement before he began his work. It likely would hurt, simply because her feathers were all but shreds upon her tiny wings. He worked his way around them, plucking the broken ones as painlessly as he could and applying a salve to the infected areas. This took a long time, not only because of how big the wounds were, but how serious. She would need multiple dressings through the night, meaning he would not be getting any sleep.
Once he was satisfied with the salve placement, he grabbed a large banana leaf he had found and used it to fasten her wings to her back. Until there was progress on those wounds, she was not allowed to use them. What he did find interesting though, was that she had a second set that seemed to be unharmed. They fluttered delicately, almost as if they were a being of their own, and he tried his best to not touch them. Of course tried is a very loose term to him. As his maw found the edges of the feathers he closed his eyes, letting their softness overtake his senses. They were nice... delicate and pretty. Just like Valkyrie's.
Then his eyes shot open, and at once he pulled away swiftly, looking to her uncertainly. He had acted impulsively once again, his curiosity overcoming his manners and now he likely had upset this poor girl. She likely would lash out too, to look at him in disgust as Valkyrie did and shoo him away because she would no longer want his help. He pulled his neck back, chin pressing to his chest quietly, and despite the fear bubbling in his mind he still couldn't stop himself from blurting out quietly,"Pretty..."
Leroy was silently keeping watch on his companion's skull, keeping an eye out for anyone who might decide to approach from behind should he need to alert the colt. Vynter didn't seemed all that concerned about such things right now, because it had been so long since he'd really had a moment to himself. With the events of helping the Matron restore hope in the lands, attempting to complete his trial and meeting so many horses along the way; the poor Pegasus never got any room to simply breathe. So he decided to take it for himself, moving in a lackadaisical fashion on the ice beneath this hooves. He had time, and he would take as much of it as he could to himself until something, or someone else, decided to bother him.
Perhaps he had jinxed himself, but it was as if as soon as that thought crossed his mind did he smell another on the wind. Leroy was alert, searching with his own senses for whom the boy might be sensing. What the yearling didn't understand was the additional stench of infection and sickness. Most likely wouldn't take note of such a smell, but having a healer father teaches you to look, or smell, for such things. So because of his inner need to heal, he was moving in the direction in which he smelled the rot. It didn't take long to find her, sprawled out on the forest floor and nibbling away at broken feathers. Puss oozed from her appendages, and her skin was loose and sagging on the bones that were oh so tiny.
Although she wasn't as tiny as Valkyrie, she was quite close, and the lack of nutrition made her seem even smaller. Neither of them could really compare to his 16hh and growing stature though. Taking a moment to inspect the scene from afar he checked for any other additional injuries, for bleeding or broken bones. The only other thing he could find was an intense rash (or was it a burn?) that plagued her baby blue frame. This was enough of a factor for him to take action, moving himself towards her at a calm yet brisk pace. As he skated along his mind begged him to retreat, to tread carefully around this pretty girl; because the last time he tried to help one she shunned him like yesterday's trash.
Even though he direly wanted to listen to it, to back away and seep back into the shadows, deep down he knew that he simply couldn't leave her like that. Not when he knew that he could help. And so he was finally next to her, staring into her eyes with his own bright blue ones. He said nothing, only checked to see if she was indeed still functioning. By now her adrenaline was probably in overdrive, doing everything it could to compensate for her failing body. So when he felt that she was not afraid of his presence, he began to stand upright once more. Clicking softly to Leroy he waited for the spider to fall from his head to the ground, before turning away to begin his search for supplies.
Her wings would need to be wrapped, there was no way a poultice would be the only solution at this stage. She would also need food, something to keep her strength up and to help her rest so that her body could heal. It was obvious she had been pushing herself despite every part of her encouraging her not to. He supposed given the situation he could relate.
Upon finding most of what he needed he returned, gently placing his tools at his hooves and looking at her once again. He didn't think he would need her to stand up, in fact he preferred that she continue to rest her muscles. So with a little bit of awkwardness (that damn wing never helped with his balance), he rested himself on folded legs, making sure he was close enough so that his mouth could still apply dressings to her wound. The first thing he did though, was push a ball of moist moss in her direction. She needed fluids, and this was a convenient way to bring them to a bedridden patient. He looked at her for a few moments expectantly, before beginning to work on her wings.
He made sure that she was aware of what he was doing, patiently waiting for acknowledgement before he began his work. It likely would hurt, simply because her feathers were all but shreds upon her tiny wings. He worked his way around them, plucking the broken ones as painlessly as he could and applying a salve to the infected areas. This took a long time, not only because of how big the wounds were, but how serious. She would need multiple dressings through the night, meaning he would not be getting any sleep.
Once he was satisfied with the salve placement, he grabbed a large banana leaf he had found and used it to fasten her wings to her back. Until there was progress on those wounds, she was not allowed to use them. What he did find interesting though, was that she had a second set that seemed to be unharmed. They fluttered delicately, almost as if they were a being of their own, and he tried his best to not touch them. Of course tried is a very loose term to him. As his maw found the edges of the feathers he closed his eyes, letting their softness overtake his senses. They were nice... delicate and pretty. Just like Valkyrie's.
Then his eyes shot open, and at once he pulled away swiftly, looking to her uncertainly. He had acted impulsively once again, his curiosity overcoming his manners and now he likely had upset this poor girl. She likely would lash out too, to look at him in disgust as Valkyrie did and shoo him away because she would no longer want his help. He pulled his neck back, chin pressing to his chest quietly, and despite the fear bubbling in his mind he still couldn't stop himself from blurting out quietly,"Pretty..."
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
