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Post by seraaches on Nov 11, 2007 23:25:03 GMT -5
(( For whenever ya'll get to him.. xD;; ))
The large green form wasn’t completely still, he twitched slightly at times, and occasionally another low groan or moan would issue forth into the night’s quiet. The horse was a sight to any who would inspect him; bites and cuts covered his striped green hide, from head to tail to hooves. The Jack and red Heart were still blatant across his chest, however there was no other form of identification evident. His ears twitched as well, one of them splattering blood from the deep bite on the delicate flesh.
Though he had been drunk earlier, the scent of alcohol was less obvious on him than his surroundings. He hadn’t had any alcohol for quite a few hours. His injuries weren’t conducive with those of a bar fight; he’d come through the fight earlier that night with only a few bruises here and there. The stallion had certainly gone through a great deal that night, however, no matter wot else people could tell from his battered form.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 11, 2007 23:45:55 GMT -5
Scampering down the last few turns on the route to the bar and pub, the mouse made his way towards the creature he had stumbled upon earlier. Following the interesting smell, he knew that the horse was still there. Coming to a stop next to the creature, he turned to see if the weasel was still following him. When the doctor had finally arrived, bag in mouth, he pointed to the horse.
Wrinkling his nose a little at the smell that emanated from the horse’s body, he watched as the creature twitched for a moment before lying still. The moans of discomfort and pain also did not sound good.
”Here is your patient, doctor. I stumbled across him like this when I was leaving the pub.” He stated the first to the doctor, as if it was not apparent, and the second to defend himself. Not that he had anything he needed to defend himself from.
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Post by Thalron on Nov 12, 2007 1:05:13 GMT -5
Machaon quickly ran up to the injured horse, blinking and tilting his head as he quickly surveyed the numerous bites and scratches that covered the moaning form... Moaning was good though, it meant that he was still alive and somewhat there. A couple muffled words came from his mouth before he dropped his case on the ground and opened it up. "You just found him out here?" He pulled out afew pieces of cloth and various bottles of iodine (or whatever else is commonly used for disinfectent) and set them aside in preperation "Were there any rats, or other such creatures about?" he asked somewhat hastily, hopefully none of these rodents that had attacked him had rabies or other diseases.
He didn't begin to disinfect the horse just yet, getting kicked or such would not be a good way to begin with this jack. First he moved up beside the stalions head, tapping on the side of it's nose lightly as he spoke again. "Hey there, can you hear me?" he asked a little softer than he had been speaking to the mouse.
It was always best to judge the reaction level of someone before attempting to help them, he recalled not so fondly of that time with the wolverine... He let his mind move back to the current task on hand quickly enough though, hopefully this horse was either a little alert... or completely out of it. either side of the spectrum was best, problems occurred when it was in the middle.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 12, 2007 1:29:06 GMT -5
Voices… an astringent smell… The two exterior influences wafted into his brain and tried to beat their way into his consciousness. Something was tapping on his face. His head moved half-heartedly away from the paw rapping gently against his nose. A voice speaking to him, "Hey there, can you hear me?"
Yes, he could hear the speaker, whoever it was, but it didn’t immediately occur to the stallion he wasn’t speaking out loud. ”Yes.” His reply was croaked out in a harsh, hoarse voice. His eyes tried to flick open blearily, but he was still tired. He needed to go home. Why did he need to go home?
The bright, stinging scent of iodine bit at his nose and the stallion’s nose flared as his head tried to pull away again from the scent. Where was he? Was he still at the clinic? He tried to focus his gaze on whoever was talking to him, but for now all he had was a vague image of dark fur.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 12, 2007 2:09:58 GMT -5
When the doctor pulled out the disinfectant his nose wrinkled in distaste. Watching the horse he noted that the horse seemed to be responding to the weasel’s taps, if not subconsciously. With the horse’s hoarse reply of, “Yes,” to the doctor’s question he was glad that it confirmed his suspicion that the creature was still alive.
His eyes on the horse he responded to the question the weasel had asked him. “No, there were no rats around here. At least, none were around when I found him. He was lying here just like this.”
The weasel appeared to be ignoring him, now that his patient was responding to his administrations. He had to admit he found that the doctor was about to offer healings for the horse rather interesting. Usually he was only around those who inflicted pain, both physical and mental, so this scene in front of him was something different.
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Post by Thalron on Nov 12, 2007 22:27:35 GMT -5
Ok, the horse was atleast somewhat there. He looked possibly drunk or drugged, not surprising. He carefully laid his hand on the stallions cheek and used the other one to open its eye to check the pupils... He admitted that it was night, but this person had definitely been drugged... and from the condition, he began to wonder whether it was consentual or not.
"I'm going to start treating these bite marks, it's going to sting a bit... Please try to stay still." He began to check over the wounds, administering treatment only to the worse ones for the moment... chances are he'd have to re-do it later anyways. They should really get him to a more sanitary environment, but this would do for the moment... They might need some help to move him if he didn't wake up a bit more. "Mr mouse, do you think you know anywhere off of the street we might move him?" he asked idly, rather expecting a 'no' or 'not nearby' response.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 12, 2007 23:03:17 GMT -5
Mr. Mouse? Wot kind of a name was that? he thought. It sounded so plain and even a little offensive, even though he knew that the doctor was only try to be polite in addressing him without knowing his name.
“The name is Aderlass. As for somewhere that we might move him, other then the inn that we have just left and the bar and pub that is right here, I do not really know of somewhere that will be safe. This being the more disreputable side of town, you know.” He addressed to the weasel. The fact that he did not know somewhere was bugging him a little more then he would care to admit. He already knew much of the capital but there were still a few areas that he had yet to memorize.
Trying to stay out of the way of the weasels work, he watched as the horse flinched when the doctor touched a few tender spots. Other then those few reactions the horse seemed to lie there pretty still.
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Post by Thalron on Nov 13, 2007 1:13:20 GMT -5
Machaon wasn't the most renowned doctor around, but he had a very intimate familiarity with the workings of the body, especially when it regarded blood. how it's supposed to flow through the body, how to make it come out... and more importantly in this situation how to make it stop coming out. Bandages had been applied sparingly, just over the areas that really needed them.
He took a step back for a moment to ensure he had not missed any particularly nasty injuries, he was pretty glad the horse had been so... Docile for the moment; although, he concluded being drugged, beaten and losing who knows how much blood could do that to you. "I guess the inn will have to do... If you would be so kind as to help me get him there that would be appreciated." He moved to the side of the stallion, and wiped off a fair bit of the blood as he tried to help the person up... He looked, well... He looked like hell, but atleast he wasn't as covered in as much blood and dirt. After the quick going over he tossed the things back into his bag and slung it over a shoulder "If you can walk, please do your best big guy." he commented hopefully, since if he couldn't this would be a very short, or very, very long walk to the inn.
He sighed lightly as he looked over to the alley which their arduos journey back to the inn would span, in corvistowne he would have known atleast two or three workspaces to have brought him in half the distance... And probably a person or two to help him. AND he'd have a proper operating room, and equipment.
Now what was he going to tell the innkeeper... Hmm... Maybe he'd have that aderlass fellow deal with that, he seemed more in tune with the citizens here.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 13, 2007 2:18:59 GMT -5
Shinrai wasn’t following a great deal of the conversation, though he was trying very hard to; some of the words seem to float up past his head and others slipped on by his flanks. Perhaps he should put his head down? The dark form.. was that a weasel? The dark weasel asked him to walk, and the stallion gave a sudden lurch, trying to get his legs beneath him. It took a few tries, however, and was rather dangerous for the smaller creatures as the horse was quite unsteady and his tail was whipping from side to side in an effort to get to his feet.
Finally, however, Rai was up, legs quivering slightly as he occasionally shook his head from side to side, trying to clear away more of the haze. It wasn’t working, though, and all he managed to do was force himself to stumble sideways in an effort to remain upright. After a few quaking moments, he seemed about as stable as he was going to get, and he seemed ready to follow the others to their destination.
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Post by Kasatsu on Nov 13, 2007 2:35:11 GMT -5
Scampering away from the green horse, he tried to save himself from being stepped on by the mammal. After scuttling back from the creature’s form, he found that he now had the duck do to keep himself from being decked by the whip-like tail. Many times the tail almost caught his antlers, the darn things, and sent him flying.
“Steady there,” he said trying to steady the horse. Being beaten up by a tail was really not on his plans for the night.
When their green patient had finally steadied himself, as much as he seemed to be able too, the mouse made his way closer to the horse. “We are going back to the inn.” He told him, hoping the horse would be awake enough to at least be to cooperate with their destination. Resting a gloved-paw against the horse’s upper foreleg, he was careful not to cause him unneeded pain. “Shall we go?” He asked towards the doctor, who had taken position on the other side of the horse.
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