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Post by Kasatsu on May 9, 2008 20:32:25 GMT -5
It was the usual day in her small clinic. Some of her regulars had wondered in at one point or another to pick up more meds, come for a check up, or even just to say hi or thanks, while other points of her time had been taken up with scheduled appointments or strange walk ins from the streets of the Capital. Looking around she checked to make sure that everything was properly in order and clean before checking her schedule to see if she had any set appointments coming up soon. Finding that she was currently in a free spot she decided that it would be a good time to make some more meds while the activity was slower. Setting about in gathering all the ingredients she would need she started to grind certain ones into powder before adding the right amounts to make the final concoction. She was engrossed in her work to the point that she almost did not hear the small bell chime as someone entered her small clinic. |
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Post by seraaches on May 9, 2008 20:40:52 GMT -5
It had been quite some time since she'd last seen her friend, and today seemed a good day to investigate just what the Corvistowneian mouse had been up to in her somewhat prolonged absence. It took some wandering, but she'd finally located the clinic and the violet fox had paused for a very long moment out in front to smile proudly at the storefront. Elyse was doing very well and Kare was very glad for her. Trotting in without a word, pink eyes scanned swiftly about to locate her friend. Even though her silences were occasionally broken now, they only did so for Asher's sake. With him gone for the day, it was unlikely that she'd do much more than think very hard at others in hopes that they'd be influenced by her thoughts. Not that it really bothered her one way or another; she would just go with the flow as she always did and blend into the background as well as she could. |
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Post by The Jenn on May 9, 2008 21:48:18 GMT -5
It was a nice day out, the sun shining through patches of clouds and down onto the Capital, burning away some of the mist that had hung in the streets earlier that morning. Just an hour ago, Lior had been contemplating lunch and wondering where he was going to get the money to pay for it. He had yet to find a steady job, especially since acquiring his 'special' cloak, and was debating just up and leaving the city. First, though, he'd wanted to find something to eat and had been at the register about to order a meal when- snap. Now that hunger was driven from his mind and only one thing remained. He wasn't truly 'himself' anymore, expression coldly blank and eyes dull. His steps were almost a stalk and they were filled with purpose. Something in him knew where it needed to be and his body was taking him there without any conscious direction. People avoided him at every step, getting a sense of weird and cold and creepy coming off of him, as if the cloaked grim reaper had just walked through their midst. For all they knew, maybe he had. |
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Post by Kasatsu on May 11, 2008 20:31:06 GMT -5
As she worked on creating the mixture she glanced up for a moment, though she was not completely aware as to why other then to quickly check around her, and was startled upon having her eyes land on that of her friend.
Jumping back she gave a small squeak placing one ivy covered paw to her chest before calming down enough to take in everything. She had not realized that her long time friend had entered her clinic – not that it was surprising considering that the fox never spoke a word, at least any that she had ever heard.
“Oh, Kare, you scared me there for a moment.” She said with a bright smile once she had recovered. “How have you been doing? It seems like it has been forever since we have last seen each other. Please take a seat.” She motioned her friend towards one of the empty chairs.
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Post by seraaches on May 16, 2008 0:44:27 GMT -5
Kare sent her friend a bright, though brief, smile, before she tilted her head down again and trotted quickly to the proffered chair. As soon as she was seated, however, her ears and attention were again focused towards the other woman and her work. If Elyse would glance her way, the Ville resident's expression was filled with questioning wonder at the ease and confidence with which the mouse was mixing the medicine. Kare definitely wanted to know what Elyse was doing but she certainly wouldn't ask, in fact, still seemed incapable of asking.
It wasn't long, however, before their quiet solitude was interrupted by the gasping and bloody entry of a mallard. The male duck flapped into the clinic, blood streaming from the gaping hole that had once been his throat. Feathers flew in a storm of panic as he stared towards Kare and Elyse with pain-filled, agonized eyes.
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Post by The Jenn on May 26, 2008 21:58:47 GMT -5
Lior wasn't following the trail of blood, though once he found the wet path it would have been easy enough. Some sixth sense told him exactly where he needed to go and he followed its direction without any conscious thought. Getting there was the only thing that mattered, more than the hunger in his gut or the looks he was getting from the people around him or the attention that others were giving to the bloody trail.
It wasn't long before his sense of death led him to the door of the small clinic and he didn't hesitate, stepping across the threshold and staring down at the dying avian with empty eyes. "So close," he whispered, voice high-pitched and almost wispy, trailing off as he took a step nearer the man.
Something in him said that he should attend to this man. He reached out one paw and carefully touched a wing, which was flopped on the floor in disarray as the man attempted to gasp for breath that wouldn't come. He should... do something...
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Post by Kasatsu on Jun 6, 2008 13:23:04 GMT -5
The mouse gave her friend a smile before going in to explain what it was that she was doing after she had caught the interested look in her friends eyes.
When they were interrupted by the sudden patient Elyse was quick to react. Used to patients coming in injured she made quick work of rushing to his side to see what could be done for the poor guy.
Taking in the gaping wound on his neck, she placed her hands over it in a frail attempt to stop the bleeding, her brain ran through all of the options of things to do to fix it. Before she could come up with a solution that would help - if any had existed for how extreme this would seemed to be - she looked up startled at the sound of a wispy, high-pitched sound.
Her eyes took in the person who was making his way towards the dying mallard. The feline seemed to be rail thin, his wings had a strange pattern on them, his eyes were . . . not normal.
Having never encountered something like this before the mouse was speechless as she watched the male place a paw on one of the mallards wing.
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Post by seraaches on Jun 6, 2008 18:11:40 GMT -5
Kare stepped forward uneasily as the little office erupted into pandemonium. Feathers were flying everywhere and blood seemed to be painting the walls, which, she thought rather distantly, was probably a sign that his throat had only just been ripped out. If he was still bleeding that heavily, it meant he still had a lot of blood. . . right? It might, another part of her mind argued blankly, mean that the wound was just that bad; if couldn't not bleed.
Dark thoughts seemed to summon a dark form and her pale pink eyes scanned the latest newcomer as a frisson of fear danced along her spine. What in the high hills--?
The man wasn't just creepy, he was monumentally creepy and the lavender fox would not willing put up with him touching her at all, even as he lightly stroked one of the duck's wings. Her ears were back as she debated stepping forward again, but to do what? She couldn't speak with the fear clenching her stomach; she was a frozen spectator.
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Post by The Jenn on Jun 7, 2008 14:13:15 GMT -5
The horror of the scene didn't touch Lior while he was like this, feeling the impending death in the air. He shivered slightly, almost happy in his numbness, though his expression showed nothing but 'intent'. Neither of the women around him spoke and he wouldn't have noticed even if they had, not while there was a death in progress.
He should do something to help the man along, something that would let him find peace from his suffering. Death was assured for the duck - he could already feel that much. There would be no closing the wound, no stemming the bleeding... he would bleed himself dry on this floor in a slow, agonizing death unless the feline did something.
Without taking his eyes off the avian, he extended the sharp claws of one paw and raked them once more, firmly, across the man's throat. It was a powerful swipe. He had to help the unfortunate duck find peace...
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Post by Kasatsu on Jun 11, 2008 18:24:15 GMT -5
When the newcomer moved closer to the mallard, and in effect closer to her, she could not help by to follow the urge to pull away from him. It was a horrible action of her as a healer, to pull her hands away from the little amount of help that she could offer him . . . which was then completely denied when he made a final swipe to the mass that was his neck.
Watching it all with wide eyes, she could only stare as the duck took it last dieing breath - or at least as it tried. As the strange events took place all that she was able to do was to blink slowly a few times in confusion.
"Wha . . . wha . . . why?" Her brain was still trying to process what it was that had just happened. She should be outraged at what had just happened but found herself instead overwhelmed in something that was akin to fear.
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