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Scarred Thorn Alpha Male Scar's leg was badly mangled, and with the experience he had with bad wounds... he knew he was going to have a permanent limp. First the gunshot wound, then Lilah, and now the coyotes. He was never going to walk normally again. Blood flowed from multiple other wounds, including a particularily bad one on his neck, and an even worse one on his flank, but one stood out among all the others. The whole left side of his face, from his muzzle to his eye, was ripped, torn, and bleeding. One truth shocked him completely. He couldn't see out of his left eye. Pain was radiating from everywhere, so it wasn't like he could feel places that hurt more than others... other than his leg... but he was certain. He was blind in his left eye. Temporary or permanent, he couldn't see. Scar snarled in anger... this was just going to make it harder for him to do everything! Hunt, fight, stay silent... it would hinder him more than the stupid limp would! It was really only because his joints had locked that he was still standing, and the anger and worry flowing through his veins. Was he going to be able to take care of his pack? Would they BABY him for EVER because he might now be blind PERMANENTLY in one eye? The thoughts stung like hornets. As Frostbite said she was fine Scar let out a low breath of relief. At least someone was semi-okay. "Vindaria, are you okay?" He asked quietly, his voice husky from his deep, ragged breathing. |
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Vindaria
Female/Protector
Vinda's eyes raised slightly in surprise at the black wolf's words, but she was relieved that she had been able to avoid any scarring wounds... unlike herself and Scar. As Scar repeated the black wolf's question, she looked over and gasped in utter horror. His face... the left side... was covered in blood. "SCAR!" she said, ignoring his question as she limped swiftly over to him. "We need to get you back immediately" she said in a quiet firm tone as her eyes traveling over his numerous wounds, most of which were bleeding steadily. Horror and numb worry struck her at the sight of his ripped up leg, and the two enormous wounds on his neck... but the most worrying was his face. His eye was tightly shut... and she shuddered to think of the fact that he may not even be able to see out of it. "Scar... can you walk at all?" She asked, her voice laced with true worry. She would have to work fast if she wanted to save him from a dangerous amount of lost blood, and his eyesight from being permanently damaged. At this point, her own few wounds were completely forgotten, the pain a dull stinging ache in the back of her mind as she set her focus on her Alpha. |
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Scarred Thorn Alpha Male Scar let out a small groan as Vindaria's eyes widened. He could clearly see her concern and worry and, quite literally, horror just went through the roof. Of course it did. He looked like a wolf out of the Walking Dead. Or Zombieland. Or Resident Evil. In any case, he didn't look good. "I know I know... if it helps, it isn't as bad as it looks." He muttered, although that wasn't ENTIRELY true. Without further adue he summoned up the strength to move his limbs. "I can walk." He stated firmly, swallowing a wave of revoltion as he looked back at the camp and he was only able to partially see it. Scar gritted his teeth and limped back, his ears flat against his head in pain. Back inside the camp he had already made the mental decision not to ocmplain on this one. He was seriously injured and he wasn't going to stop others from helping him... he just wished they would help themselves first. Scar could smell the blood on Vindaria's leg, even though blood covered his own muzzle. To make it easier, he limped into the med den before sinking onto the ground with a wince of agony. He really.. couldn't see. Nothing in his life had been quite like this. |
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frostbite limped up to scar her ice blue eyes looking at his wound "itl heal your eye maybe" she said trot-hobling around him to look at vinda frostbite was honest maybe a little too honest at times but shes honest and will keep a secret not like she has friends |
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Vindaria
Female/Protector
Vinda limped firmly away from the black wolf as she moved to inspect her paw. It wasn't necessary, compared to Scar's wounds, hers were incredibly unworrying. Her eyes narrowed at Scar's words, which were obviously untrue. Any wound like that would hurt horribly, she couldn't even imagine it, but she didn't respond, too worried to make any sort of quip back in return as she limped swiftly along beside him, wishing she could offer her shoulder for him to lean on, but knowing it was doubtful he would accept. She quietly followed him into camp, ignoring any other wolves that moved near them, and into the den that held the healing herbs. Worry was racing through her as he lay down, blood immediately seeping into the ground and staining it red. With a gulp she pushed down her worries, moving to the herbs. "I might need you to remind me of some herbs to help with pain and swelling and bleeding, so you need to stay awake to be able to tell me" she said, glancing back at him, hoping the ruse would work. He should not fall asleep... not with the amount of blood he'd lost. Which was her first worry, and the main thing to take care of. Grabbing some moss and cobweb, she moved to the wound at his hip, pausing slightly "This is going to hurt" she said quietly, then placed the moss on it as gently as she could, but needing to press slightly so it could start stopping the blood. She pressed cobweb on it as well, doubly sealing it, then repeated the same on his shoulder... then turned to his face, eyes full of intense concern. This was such a delicate wound... and she was in no way a healer. But she just would have to do her best, Scar deserved that and so much more. Although, even when it did heal, it wouldn't look pretty. But that was the least of her worries. |
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Scarred Thorn Alpha Male Scar breathed a little more shallow to conserve air and take less breaths in- right now he wanted to restrict his movement since every time he moved it felt like he was going to die. He glanced down at the ground with his working eye, a bit dizzy but very much awake. "I saw how you treated my leg, twice. You know your herbs. I won't fall asleep on you.. I promise." Scar said firmly, keeping his face turned away while she was working on his shoulder. He was too exhausted to flinch, even though the pain shot through his body like fireworks. As Vinda turned to his face Scar lifted his head a little. He wasn't going to make it hard for her. "Don't worry about it hurting. I will live." He said, resisting the urge to try and hightail it out of there. He wanted to deal with it by himself, like he always did. He wanted to just let it heal on its own... but he couldn't. "I trust you, Vindaira. Don't worry about me. You have proven you can do anything you put your mind to, so if you are set on trying to fix the wounds on my face, you can. Then again you don't really have to worry about how it looks either... it didn't look the best in the first place." Scar's words were steady and true, but his tone switched to soft joking at the end. |
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Vindaria
Female/Protector
Vinda managed a very slight smile at his trusting words, but still she hesitated. At his next comment she gave a slight snort. "Maybe you think so" she said quietly, then swiftly turned to get the herbs, trying to conceal her worriedness over this wound. She was so not qualified for this. Grabbing a piece of soft moss, she dipped it in that everlasting puddle of water, then turned to him, wincing for him. "I know.. this will hurt" she said apologetically, then gently moved it against his face, brushing it as lightly as she could to remove as much blood as she could, especially around the eye. If she could just get enough water on it and get the blood away... maybe, just maybe there was a chance the wound didn't go that far. A numbing fear was in her heart as she worked gently... what if he managed to open his eye, but he couldn't see? He might be blind permanently, all because she couldn't handle a few coyotes without his help! Her eyes flashed with guilt and worry as she attempted to focus on the wounds, instead of her own feelings and worries. That wouldn't help Scar. What would help him was doing her best for him. Dropping the piece of moss, she turned, getting a new one and continuing. |
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Scarred Thorn Alpha Male Scar smiled the slightest bit at her huffy response, glad she could at least take a joke at this time. +wait... HUH?! DOES THAT MEAN SHE DOESN'T THINK SO?> WHAAAAAT?+ he thought with alarm, but it was quickly forgotten as pain started searing through his muzzle and eye. Of course it hurt... he couldn't even open it. It was his fault for throwing the coyote off the way he did. When it latched onto his face, of course that did damage, but because he jerked his head to fling it off it's jaws tore deeper than it would have if he would've been more careful. It didn't matter now... what's done is done. Scar did not regret, in the least, coming to help. He would do it a thousand more times if it meant Frostbite and Vindaria didn't get hurt as badly. Even with this thought process, a cold trickle wound its way through his heart. Was he... rally going to be blind in that eye? Permanently? Would it heal? He could feel, as the blood got washed away, that he could open his eye... but he almost didn't want to. Not... not just because the slight fear he wouldn't be able to see... but because of her assumed reaction. She would be horrified. Of him. Even if it was not meant like that, she would be horrified of how it looked. Scar had seen a blind wolf before... and their eye was milky white. It was absolutely terrifying, and he remembered, back then, that he didn't want to go anywhere near the wolf purely because they looked scary. Was it going to be like that? would others be scared of him because of how he looked? Scar would be ashamed to show his face anywhere. Even now he didn't want to open his eye. "I.. thank you for helping... but I need to be alone for a moment. I'll come right back and you can finish whatever you want..." Scar murmured, lurching up and disappearing quickly into the darker growing night. He limped straight to the river, right outside the camp, and paused. After taking in a shallow breath he opened his eye... really not surprised that he couldn't see anything still. It was weird, but he was more scared of how it was look. Scar glanced at his relfection in the river, pain stabbing at his heart. he usually didn't care about appearance, but he never wanted anyone to be afraid of him because of how he looked. He never wanted to be the wolf that felt like he couldn't be near pups because they would be terrified of him. His eye was an eerie, milky white/bluish color, with a long wound tracing through it. he looked like a wolf from a nightmare. Scar didn't want to go back. |
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Vindaria
Female/Protector
Vinda wasn't watching his expression as she focused on the wound, dabbing it gently until most of the blood was washed away, and all the blood was gone from around his eye. She removed the moss from his face, dropping it and opening her mouth to speak to him, to tell him to open his eye, her heart beating with hope for him... when he suddenly pushed himself to his feet. Her eyes flashed with concern at his words, taking an impulsive step forward "I will wait" she called after him quietly, forcing herself to stop at the entrance, watching as he pushed himself into the darkness, until he was swallowed up in the forest. And suddenly a terrified cold feeling settled in her stomach. She had this strangest feeling... that he wouldn't come back. She gulped hard, trying to push the worry away, but it persisted. She shook herself, stepping back into the den. If she couldn't go after him, then she would prepare for when he returned. Because he would. He would. Swiftly she began getting different herbs she would need, placing them in readiness, just trying to keep herself busy from worrying... as the time slipped by. |
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(ack guys what happened?! I was gone for TWO DAYS! why does everyone seem to be dying) |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
