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Her last unill post. catch it while its hott :o >.>
Her movements were slow, as was her breathing. Shingle and Devon were together. Actually together. Did she ask him? Or did he ask her? Well, point was- they were together. She knew it was going to happen. Just not so soon. She walked off from Mount Shadow, cyan eyes glittering as her lithe figure streaked through the area, once she decided to pick up speed. She was a speckled blurr in the forest of life, weaving through trees like a snake.
She had entered a side of her she never knew. All she did know was that she was one upset kid who would rather jump off a cliff then see Shingle and Devon, together. She wouldnt be able to see Devon, because even after they were together- she found herself infituated with him still. There was no one else to love, because no one else loved her. Her breathes grew heavy and her jubilant tone now sinking low, singing merely of misery. She didnt hate Shingle, she couldnt. Shingle was her best friend. Devon was, too. So what was she supposed to do? Obviously, nothing.
The butterflies had ran away and seemed to have been replaced with rocks that for a few moments stayed put and the next, mended together like playdo and twisted. God this was horrible. "What am I going to do..." She said, talking to the ground. It was times like these the ground was useful. Because talking to the ground would be a whole lot easier then talking to Devon or Shingle.
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_____Poet had finally given up on trying to cure his headache. After rubbing his head against every tree in the forest, dunking it repeatedly in a small gurgling stream, burying it in cool mud, and even chanting the mantra Go away, headache. Go away, headache, about fifty-thousand times, he was finally ready to admit that it wasn't going to leave. The young wolf had had the headache for two weeks or so, and not once had it let up. Thankfully it wasn't a terribly strong headache; it wasn't a sledge hammer bashing his skull or an elephant tap dancing, or anything like that. It was but a dull pulse, a slight and almost gentle throb against his temple. It was the consistency of it that bothered him, the fact that it refused to give up.
_____But apparently there just wasn't anything the tawny youth could do about. Sighing lightly, he looked to the endless sea of trees before his eyes, golden sunlight spilling over the leaves. After a moment of tree-gazing he sighed again, smiled, and shrugged. Poet wasn't one to linger on problems he couldn't solve, and decided to try and simply ignore the tap-ta-taptap in his head. He knew he was in the right place for such a mission; Wild Fire Forest was home to many lovely... distractions, most of which happened to be edible.
_____He wasn't particularly hungry, but a good hunt would do well to ease the thump thump of that damned headache. And so onward the male trotted, long legs scissoring briskly, bushy tail swaying in time with his steps. Brown eyes scanned the trees for some of the aforementioned distractions - rabbits and deer and other such potential meals, to be specific. What he didn't expect to see, however, was a strange wolf. Poet screeched to a halt, blinking to see through sun and shadow, head cocked inquisitively. For a second he considered simply passing the white lady on by, for she wasn't exactly lunch-material, but then smiled and approached. Company was just as good as, if not better than, a hunt, as far as distractions went.
_____As he approached the ivory stranger, his ears flicked forward to catch her words: she did not know she was not alone, apparently, and was talking to herself. His creamy maw twitched in concern; she certainly seemed forlorn, didn't she? Hoping that perhaps a cheerful face might do her good, Poet trotted forward, the lopsided smile scrawled clearly on his face. "Well, I, uh, guess that depends on what you like to do. Hunt some rabbits, go for a run, take a nap." His eyes twinkled, showing he was kidding, and he stood right in front of the sullen wolfess' blue gaze. "Unless you meant something else..?" He tilted his head, his expression sincere and inviting. This damsel was clearly in emotional distress, and he fully intended on being a knight in shining armor for her, as best as he could. Even gangly, awkward knights in shining armor could do some good in the world, after all.
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Hiya ^_^ I need more threads and I wanted to interact with both of your characters someday so I'm killing two birds with one stone =D
Obviously there was something fishy with everyone as of late…she’d first noticed it in the subtle drop of attendance near the pack’s main den site and then further on by the peculiar habits adopted by some. Those closer to her (or those who didn’t know her but suggested that they were long lost roommates of sorts), wailed about not feeling well…of having a feverish disposition that they simply couldn’t rid themselves of. All in all most wolves lately were acting as though they’d been stricken with a strain of sickness. She wasn’t aware of all the things that their condition might be blamed on and she certainly couldn’t study the many branches of disease that might reflect the ill ones’ behavior. She’d just have to fix them with experimental potions!
It was a meek effort, but an effort nonetheless, when Rain Takanami set out in the early hours to scour the land for a cure of some sort. She was certain than other Medics, bunched from pack to pack, were just as busy as herself and so she didn’t feel quite as lonely scouting the untouched brush of the forest today, the faint scents of wolven before her a comforting element in the otherwise silent woodland. Once or twice she could’ve sworn that her God, Indris, had passed through the very spot of woods that she was now crossing, and the possibility of aiding him thrilled her. Sadly the she wolf wasn’t certain if she saw Indris as son, love interest, best friend, or just a God in itself…her head swam sometimes whenever she was graced with his company. With any choice there was always a definite, unselfish love so for now she simply told herself that as long as she cared for him, all views of her feelings would soon come into focus. But for now she had to help the Valley.
The quiet sounds of another wolf pressed her attention elsewhere, prying her gaze from the scattered berries on the ground and lifting it upward to the blur of another creature passing by. She knew two things upon immediate discovery; the creature was wolf and female. Ah good! Another she wolf. Lately Rain’s company had been consistent with the male gender…everyone now and then she felt like dabbling in some estrogen.
But as she began approaching the quick-footed stranger she noticed another (with some discouragement she noted a male) also drawing nearer, the dreary atmosphere bringing Rain to the conclusion that not all was well.
She paused in the suddenness of this situation, one foot dangling briefly over a sprig of grass before crushing down upon it. What was she supposed to do? Charge in, cape bellowing, and announce her name in a tone more robust than usual in hopes that these strangers would accept her into their company? Now that the thought had fluttered hesitantly into her mind it was painfully obvious that she’d done it before…and thus concluded that to some in this Valley she must be the material form of a loser. Her face flattened away from its normally cheerful features in a gesture of defeat, turned toward the alien pair with a blank, mediocre expression of mild interest. Actually she was highly interested…but unsure if she wanted to convince herself to interact with them.
She had a job to do!
Deciding at last that her presence would be uncovered any moment, the femme wandered forward, quietly shuffling all fours into the scattered weeds below. She wanted, if anything, to be courteous. Her eyes regarded Poet while he spoke, the gaze hinting at being impressed by his words but retaining more weariness than foolish acceptance. It wasn’t like her to ever open arms to a foreign wolf. Golden amber turned back to the female and lowered subtly, her flanks sweeping downward as she assumed a more casual, friendly stance. “Indeed,” she murmured, “anything you’re going to do will depend on what you want to do. I can’t very well eat vegetables because I don’t have the taste for them.” Nodding as though it were all that simple, her maw twirled into a serene smile, hugging the base of her maw in a curl that was characteristic of the southern belle.
Her job could come later.
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Wow. Im feel so graced by both your presences xDD and I dont want to keep you guys waiting , either . :o Your posts were awesome. Suprised you joined with a post sucktastic as mine xD Post at 3 16 AM :o
While others movements were full of excitement and and jubilance, she felt like a robot. A girl just like any other. But still in that way she was a robot that stuck out like a sore thumb, that hurt so bad not even pain killers could cure it. She might as well tell everyone she was a robot then. Come right out. But as she tried to open her mouth it felt like she was going to vomit so she kept it closed. God, was she really that upset? She didnt even know. And her eyes began watering to prove to Gracie she was the most emo wolf on this day. Everyone was working- finding a cure. And what was Gracie doing? Being selfish. "I-I... I suppose .. Im too busy being... selfish." She sniffled and blinked back her tears. "Worrying about... myself... and all." She almost choked back her words, but now her stomache rolled. She wasnt going to puke- she refused to.
She glanced at Poet and tried smiling. But she couldnt. She couldnt pretend. She couldnt LIE to herself, to them. They were her superiors. She submissed of course, even though she was upset they had her respect and her attention both for trying to help. Anyone that did that deserved it all. She glanced to the side breathing in and out slowly. Why were all of them watching her? The birds. The trees especially. They stared. They were always staring as of late. "Im Gracie Lee. Call me Gracie if you wish." She said letting all her air out. She sighed. Alls it took was relaxation... She felt horrible still. Damnit.
But that one second of NOT was the most amazing moment of her life. Well. Besides being with Hermit, Or her deceased mother. There was nothing better then being with them. "You are right...." She said and then glanced to the side, hearing the snapping of twigs. Oh, snap. Was that Shingle? She took a large breathe of air in through her narrids, and they flared. No, it wasnt... Someone from another pack. And as they showed themself, she stiffened for a mere moment, and submissed to them too. She was feeling alright, actually. Not as good as usual, but that was because of Shingle and Devon, wasnt it?
Her lobes pinned forwards, and she smiled. "I.. I dont know if you havent overheard, But Im Gracie Lee. You can call me Gracie too if you want." She nodded and sniffed again. God Gracie, pull yourself together! "Actually I find eating vegetables and what not quite good..." She said, dwindling on that for a second and then recalling her previous self. "And anyway, you are also right... Theres so much to do...." She said, staring at them both. The afternoon wind tussled her pelt as she watched the ground and then the sick feeling came back.
"Oh god...." She murmured. Pull, push. Pull, push. She couldnt let it come. It was coming. She couldnt let it. It creeped up on her like some stalker creeped up on there victim. It was going to kill her. And she felt it. She closed her eyes tight, and opened one. Well they should know. "I... I dont feel so grand." It was her first actual time of being sick. Of course - she wasnt INSANE yet. But even so. "Oh god, I need to help find this... This cure thing. Some people are sick... Ive gotta help..." She forgot all about herself. But her stomache always led her back.
She glanced at Poet and stared. For a mere moment. She stared and stared and stared. And her cyan eyes flashed away as she frowned. What the hell was that about? But then she looked at Poet. "I don't hunt." She said quietly. This is why the ground was easier to talk to. It didnt have anything to say and never laughed. Unless worms were watching you. Or ants. Her stomache lurched. Holy flypping GUAM. Her eyes widened. Gain some composure, girl! "So.. Uhm. What are you guys doing then?" She began. "And uhm. Who are you? If you dont mind me asking..." She pardoned, and then lastly she glanced at Poet with a meek smile. "And, I did in fact mean something else." Of course, she had the tone that said. Ill tell you what happened. Because he simply looked curious. And Rain would know, too. She'd tell them everything. And then bawl her eyes out. Oh she hoped it wouldnt play out like that.
But I know, its going to.
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Gracie, your post was great, so shush. :D And, -pokes Rain- velcome to ze thread!
Although reading females' behavior certainly wasn't one of his strong points, he seemed to have been right about this one. Any wolf with eyes could see she was upset. From the tremble in her voice to the unshed tears sparkling in her eyes, she made quite a mournful character. Brown furrowed, Poet leaned a little, trying to get a better look at her pretty, but sad, face. Gloomy words caused his ears to flick, and she spoke of being selfish, causing the male's maw to twitch inquisitively. She made an attempt to smile and introduce herself - Gracie, Gracie Lee - but the sadness remained. He wondered what could have upset her so badly, what could coax such words from her mouth and such an expression to her face. And, because he was not telepathic, the only thing he could do was ask.
He opened his mouth to do just that when another's arrival distracted him. An ebony wolfess approached like a spry blackbird, twigs and bark crackling lightly beneath her paws. Curious brown eyes watched her take a seat, and recognition sparked to life in his mind. I know her... The Epsilon racked his brain, scouring his mental archives for clues to this lady's identity. He was about to give up when his mind dug up the memory of the day he had come across an injured Siaqi at the Plateau. This wolfess... Rain Taka..Takanami, he recalled, had been there too. She had been the leader of the 'Help Siaqi' movement, if his memory served him right. A grin lit his creamy maw, and he thumped his tail at the wolf he believed to be Rain, glad to see her again.
Gracie Lee did not seem particular cheered by the light vegetable-related banter. She took the comment seriously, and no smile tugged her lips, not even for a millisecond. Maw twisted in a small, troubled frown, Poet eyes the ivory girl, wondering what to say to lighten her load. To his surprise, she blurted that she was feeling sick, and her pained expression matched her words. Apparently this Gracie was plagued by more than just emotional strife. He was about to ask about her symptoms when she started spouting off things about helping to find the cure, and then switched suddenly back to his previous comment. She doesn't hunt?? Uh, oh wait, she wants to know who I am. But wait, now she wants to know what I'm doing. And hold on, now she's saying that she -did- mean somethin else. Jeez. Blinking at her, the mottled yearling struggled to keep up. "Uhm," he began, wondering what to respond to first. "Well, erm, for starters, I'm Poet. From Nova Mountain." He smiled cautiously and flicked his gaze over to Rain, wondering if she felt as overwhelmed as he did. "And, well, I was just taking a little walk when I noticed you." Okay, what had he left out? Right. The reason for her sadness. "So, what did you mean, then?" He wagged his tail in encouragement.
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So so sorry on taking 4 days to reply ;_; Work was a killer this week. I shall not delay it anymore!
Upon being introduced into the private party with Gracie’s submission a faint, dismissive smile coiled uncomfortably at the corners of the femme’s pitch colored maw, the gentle lines of her face bunching with a hint of embarrassment. I don’t deserve your precious hailing. The other girl’s voice, though soft and quite hesitant, pressed information deep into the crevices of Rain’s memories and gave the wolfess’s face a name to go with it. “I’m Rain Takanami,” she began, “but of course I’d rather just be called Rain.”
The she wolf shifted uneasily when the distress in Gracie’s expression only grew thicker, nervously flitting her gaze toward the fellow called Poet. There was vague recognition in her brief stare…a touch of recollection that was way back in the weakening months of winter. Of course this was a time that came before her little hunting escapade and thus remained somewhat out of reach, clothed with a frustratingly relentless shroud of mystery. The damsel could tell that the pair had been together with others on some sort of mission…but she had no idea as to who is was for or the ending result. To make up for this lacking information and simply gave him a polite smile and nod of acknowledgement before regarding Gracie one more, scrutinizing the details of her upset state.
"Oh god, I need to help find this... This cure thing. Some people are sick... I’ve gotta help..."
Oh! She was looking for the same thing she was! Curiosity birthed by the she wolf’s latest statement but was (understandably) squashed by the stranger’s peculiar behavior. A short glance toward Poet confirmed that this wasn’t ordinary babble…by the way his eyes met her own in a sort of “what the hell” way it was obvious that he wasn’t comprehending their acquaintance any better than she was.
“I wouldn’t push myself so hard if I was you,” Rain’s southern accent suffocated under the seriousness of her tone, a touch of concern filling the otherwise vacant expression of her face. “It seems that ‘some people are sick’ is starting to include yourself…”
Her voice trailed off with Poet’s intervention, the edges of her lips pinching together to squelch her yearning for answers. She wanted to hear Gracie’s reason for woe of course but, in light of current events, wanted an explanation as to why the distraught femme was feeling ill. Where do you think you got it? Are you any closer to finding a cure than me? What exactly are you feeling? Like a medical student put on hold to some extraordinary research, the black gal strained forward on her toes and then fell back into casual poise, supporting Poet’s inquiry despite her interest in other subjects. “Indeed. What did you mean?”
The cure could wait for now.
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Post at 1 AM. >3
What? What was she talking about? Her cyan eyes glittered as she glanced at them, almost forgetting who they were. It was then she opened her mouth and backed up. "Oh..." She sprinted off to the bushes, and gagged in them. Oh dear, Gracie, look what youve gotten yourself into. She tried to hold in her tears. She didnt want to look at it. So she kicked dust at it, hiding it. She neared them, feeling groggy and what not. She was feeling a bit better now that she had vomitted. But even so. That water earlier on did suck. She didnt know why she drank it. It looked perfectly fine. She supposed a fish died in it, but nothing out of the oridinary.
"My... My...Myself? Tha' cant be possible, you seeeee..." She slurred, suddenly feeling quite dizzy. Her cyan eyes opened wide as she felt her heart beat quicken. She was hella nervous. "Ima medic." She nodded, and then her stomache lurched. Devon. No butterflies, her stomache twisted up more. She felt like she was being interogated. It was then darkness enveloped her out of her nervousness, making her sway left and right. Then her legs buckled. Then her head hit the ground.
Have we told you how fun it was to pass out in front of new people you just met? It was about, well. Twenty minutes later that she had awaken. And everything was well. A cartoon. She stared at poet, squinting a bit. And then murmured, "Mickey Mouse?" She shook her head closing her eyes. "This cant be happening..." But then she forgot who she was. She forgot everything about her previous life. Except about herbs. Herbs was something that came with the package. Period.
And Rain? Rain was Daisy Duck. She frowned. "I've wanted to meetyewallmyliiihihihifeeeeeeeeee...." She squeeled, jumping on her paws. "DAISYDUCKANDMICKEYMOUSEOHMYGAWSH." And she was beeming. Then she felt dizzy, and then she fell forwards and lightly leaned in towards Rain. She pulled back, frowning. "Sozz 'bowt that Daisy Duck and Mickey.. I dunno whats wrong with me. Can.... Can I have your autograph?" Thats when she began jumping around. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?" She was begging. And then her stomache lurched, and she fled to the bushes and threw up another time. She came back.
Bawling her eyes out.
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Hahah. xD But poor Gracie. -pets her-
The youthful male had expected, oh, I don't know... perhaps a more verbal answer to his question than the one he got. Brown eyes stared blankly forward as the unmistakable sounds of the wolfess' vommiting filled his ears. When the grotesque symphony finally ended and sweet silence recovered its place, Poet found himself still utterly flabberghasted. Though he finally managed to blink his eyes, his mouth still hung open, making not a sound. Silently he met Rain's golden gaze, his own eyes screaming the alarm his voice failed to put to words. Apparently Miss Gracie Lee wasn't just feeling emotionally unwell!
Even when the white wolf in question returned, Poet felt no surge or relief or comfort. She doesn't look so good, thought the tawny boy, brow furrowed, expression grave. She babbled more nonsense, a mess of words from which the Epsilon could pluck only a few recognizable terms. And then she collapsed.
The bark of surprise flew from his lips like a bird, and he found himself a prisoner of mild shock yet again. Instinct jerked him to his paws, shoved him forward, but he was too late. She was down, and out cold. The shock dissolving slowly, he turned to his other companion, eyes searching helplessly for hers in the dappled shadows. Although he did not say anything, his face spoke volumes of his thoughts. "What do we do now?" His memories of the Injured-Siaqi-on-the-Plateau incident reminded him that Rain knew a thing or two about medicine. And, if nothing else, that she kept a cool head in strenuous situations. And that was quite fortunate, since the mottled yearling personally had a little trouble with that. Crunching his way nearer to the little blackbird, he couldn't keep the hopeful shine out of his eyes. "Erm, she fainted, I think." Gee, you THINK? Talk about stating the obvious! Hurriedly he added: "What do you think we should-"
But the "do?" never left his lips, for a whole new distraction came his way in the form of a delusional Gracie Lee. Well, she was back up, but that was just about the only positive thing to be said for the poor white creature. Blankly he stared at her, face drained of expression. Mickey... Mouse? Who the heck is that?! And then came Gracie's freak-out-attack, in which Poet found his eyes bulging yet again and his paws edging slightly back, away from the deranged female. "Woah," came the quiet word from his mouth, barely audible over Gracie's screams and squeals. He had no idea what or who a 'Mickey Mouse' was, and certainly didn't know what an 'autograph' was, but the one thing he did know was that Gracie was really sick. Her second throw-up episode only proved it. When she came back crying, Poet decided to play along with the whole Mickey Mouse thing, thinking it would be the least emotionally-jarring way to go. "Uh, okay, Gracie. I'm.. I'm Mickey..er..Mickey Mouse, just like you said, and..uh... you can have my.. my, uhm, autograph-" whatever the heck that is! - "and anything else you want, as long as you calm down." Turning to the side, he nudged "Daisy Duck" with his shoulder in a secretive kind of way. "Don't you agree, Rain.. I MEAN.. Daisy?" D'oh! Hopefully poor Gracie hadn't caught that little slip-up.
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You guys are fun to reply to ^_^ The reference to Brahmi in this post can be found both here and here. I actually do research for Rain's Medic endeavor's xD
There was nothing to describe Rain’s expression than to say it was flat with utter, uninhibited surprise. She’d never handled a situation like this…her craziest encounter were with pain stricken canines in the gallows of the ring, and their sentences were more guttural than Gracie’s. Besides. There wasn’t much she needed to understand from her roaring foes other than the ability to kill, maim, and slaughter. However…the sick little girl in front of them required no such methods of deliverance; she needed an entire field of medicine than Rain couldn’t even begin to study. Her desire to assist in the other femme’s distress compelled her to trail forward a bit after she began retching in the bushed just beside their former party but nevertheless she remained close to her previous spot. The sound of her emptying stomach made the wolf uneasy, the stillness of the air now tainted with the stench of vomit. Her nose writhed back onto the slender length of her muzzle before she snorted it clean, clinging to her characteristic calm for the sake of the younger male’s pleading eyes.
Actually she felt like panicking just as much as Poet was.
That urge to panic nearly surfaced with Gracie’s consciousness seemingly abandoned her, watching with acute distress as the petite acquaintance fell forward, almost landing face first into a more recent pile of yuck. She traded similar glances with Poet as he began to speak, the sarcasm he gave chided himself with (Gee you think?! ) likewise shared. Tentative, she listened to him asking for her advice, but just but just before he finished the last of his sentence, their little Looney toon decided to wake up from her nap.
Rain’s ears, always defined against the sharp angles of her head, suddenly flattened into their sockets and melded altogether when Gracie started spouting off entirely new names, the origin of Mickey and Daisy a far-fetched dream for the simple Takanami. Her pelage bristled unpleasantly from the uncanny pitch of the patient’s voice, vaguely wondering if she was better off passed out or jumping erratically from foot to foot. This was not normal. Poet’s obvious signs of discomfort at merely being in this vicinity showed her that. Her brained mulled over the recent events and placed them quietly toward medical science, the inner workings of her mind, although puzzled, laboring to help ease Gracie’s apparent dilemma. She had to be calm because…
Now why did she have to be calm again?
Oh yeah. Poet. He was a lot younger than her, gazing at the damsel with eyes that were no more calm than they were aged. A smile mustered at the shakiness of his voice, his pitiful attempts to play this charade heartening. He’d make a good Medic someday. “Hello, Gracie Bug,” she started, “why don’t you tell Daisy what’s been bothering you huh?” It seemed that ‘once a Mother, always a Mother’ was directed toward Rain’s main philosophy in life. Her tone was solemn but strong, crooning on the tip of her tongue in a way that was almost rehearsed. She ran through a silent list of to-dos, knowing that while regular treatments wouldn’t settle this matter they would probably aid it. “But first let me find something to help you feel better.”
Though she didn’t know the magic of Disney World…though she couldn’t understand the essence of outer space…Rain knew medicine. She strolled hurriedly to the outskirts of underbrush, carefully skirting the region where vomit seemed strongest (not even as a Medic did the femme cherish the wastes of others) and nosing thoroughly among the scattered bunches of weed. She was looking for something with thick leaves and little white petals but after a while she started to grow frustrated, burrowing her front half within the depths of a prickly bush. Ow ow ow. Fearing that her eyeballs might suffer next she shifted course and then chuffed in triumph, uprooting the plant of her quest and carrying it hastily back to the pair.
“Please, Gracie. Won’t you eat this for me? I promise it will make you feel better.” It was known simple as brahmi but better understood as Bacopa monnieri…a reliever in stress of both mind and body. It also eased the effects of vertigo, prodding hopes of also assisting in the she wolf’s nausea. A quiet glance to Poet expressed that this might end their predicament. By the rate that Gracie’s metabolism seemed to adopt the sickness surely the herb would work just as swiftly. Rain feared it would be temporary…but it would be time well spent.
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Im having fun >3
Holy shit. Holy effing shit. SHED GET THERE AUTOGRAPH. Her tail wagged wildly. Until she learned that Daisy was well... Trying to... Poison her. She saw the plant, and quirked a brow at Daisy. "YOURE TRYING TO KILL ME, ARENTCHU DAISY? YOURE JEALOUS THAT DONALD LOVES ME." She stuck her tongue out and giggled wildly. Her lobes pinned forwards. She had forgotten EVERYTHING. Devon... Shingle. Who everyones TRUE identity was.
"Gracie?" She started, quirking a brow. "Who the hell is that? Im SALLY. Sally GRAVIE." She nodded roughly, flicking her skull. She had forgotten they were Donald and Daisy. They were citizens that needed saving. She, was spiderwoman AND cat woman combined. So she could land on her feet. And climb walls. And whip ass. Yes, whip. Not kick.
So she whipped around and began galloping towards the tree, ready to climb it. Of course, this tree had plenty of easy limbs to climb. Itd be no problem getting up. The trouble really was getting down. Because after she had climbed up every branch they had broken from her weight [she was light, but the branches werent very stirdy]. She currently saw that as no problem.
Rain was the villian. As, she had the poisonous killer flower. And Poet? Shed save him. She was a superhero. Her muscles flexed. But then she went Gracie again. She looked around, left and right, panicking. She saw tons of dead and broken limbs and branches on the ground. What the hell? She glanced at Poet and Rain, a bamboozled expression on her face. "How the HELL did I get up here?" She said with a frown. "What the hell is going on. How am I supposed to get down?"
And then she vomitted from the tree and turned to Catwoman. Catwoman fogot she had vomitted. She smelled it and looked at the villian. 'TWAS TOO LATE FOR THE BOY! THE GIRL FED HIM IT! She HAD to get the villian. HAD to. So she said "TURANAMOEEEEEEE" And jumped down, paws extended outwards. She aimed to land on Rain. Landed on the ground and stayed there a while. "My cat like reflexes..." She murmured. So she must be spiderwoman.
She jumped up with a big huff, and said, "WEB AWAY!". After a great long silenced pause, nothing happened. And then she weeped, looking at Poet. "YOURE GOING TO DIEHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. SHE FED YOU THE POISONOUS FLOWEHURHURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." Sob sob. And then she looked at Rain and glanced to Poet. "I SHALL AVENGE YOU POOR CITIZEN." And looked at Rain with challenging eyes.
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Pardon the slight wait!
Fortunately, Rain Takanami seemed way better at handling the bizarre situation than wide-eyed Poet. She spoke soothingly to the crazy white girl [lol] without sounding condescending, and she seemed to know what she was doing. The young male envied such calm stability, but this was no time for envy. This was a time to help a very sick wolf... or at least, to try and keep her from doing anything too insane, that is.
Brown eyes watched Rain trot off, and for a split second the boy suspected she was making her escape. Sure, she hadn't seemed nearly as flustered by the situation as he, but perhaps it had finally gotten to be too much for her. But no, that was a silly thought, for in a matter of minutes she was back, and with plants, to boot. Poet, who had been nervously staring at Gracie for the last few minutes, greeted the little blackbird of a wolf with a relieved smile and a furious tail wag. So, Rain was a medic! This was definitely a good thing, given the circumstances. The Epsilon had always secretly yearned to learn the art of medicines, and held Medics in high esteem. His sane companion had just earned another hundred 'Cool' points in his youthful eyes, for sure.
But it seemed Gracie, or, uhh, Sally, wasn't going to eat the plant. She was going to do everything but eat it, actually. With huge eyes the male watched her run and practically fly up a tree, as enthralled as a child at the circus. And perhaps Gracie could be an act at the circus, with the way she perched in the tree like a bid and spouting loud, crazy things. But wait... circus performers didn't throw up all over their audiences, did they? "Augh!" came the cry of surprise and disgust as the male leaped out from under the unexpected spray of vomit. Even though he thought he'd managed to dodge most of it, he would probably be paranoid and roll around in flowers for days, just in case the smell lingered. But then there was a loud thump! from behind him, and Poet had other things to worry about.
Gracie had jumped down from the trees' great heights, but seemed okay. Well... as okay as a completely crazy wolf could be, that is. Blinking, the mottled wolf stared at her, ears swiveling wildly to catch all the nutty things she shouted. Webs? Poisonous flowers? I'm going to... DIE?? He shot Rain a confused, pleading glance, hoping she could make sense out of this mess. But then he realized he could at least try to calm the snowy girl down.
He was Mickey Mouse, after all.
Obviously Gracie felt that he had eaten some of Rain's plant and that he was going to die. Deciding to work from there, he leaned forward and, after hesitating, nuzzled Crazy Gracie gently on her cheek. It was risky, getting so close to one who could flip out so easily, but he hoped it would help soothe her frayed, crazy-ass nerves. "No no, Gracie- Erm! I mean, Sally,"he began, not as smoothly as he'd hoped. "I uh... Well, this plant is not poisonous." He nodded at the little leafy thing with white petals. "In fact... It's delicious!" One could almost see the light bulb of a great idea click on above his head. Stooping down, Poet tore a tiny leaf from the plant in his teeth and munched on it for a minute before swallowing it whole. The taste was, to be honest, rather bland and almost unpleasant, but it wasn't too bad. Forcing a bright smile to his maw, the young actor released a satisfied "Mmmm!" and nudged the plant toward Gracie. He smiled encouragingly and would have crossed his fingers, had he had any fingers.
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I cannot bear delaying this any longer! ;_;
There was sincerity in the way Rain was handling this situation…a kind of guided, calculated train of thought that centered mainly on the girl parading before her. She had vacant reasons for sticking around of course: the willingness to prove herself and regaining the Medic title that had been stripped from her. But for the most part she wanted to ease the seemingly unbearable distress that was harbored deep in Gracie’s psyche. The femme wanted to understand what had driven her to this place, eyes brimmed with tears, and then to diagnose (with a bonus of curing) the demon seed that had been planted within her being. She wanted the peace of the Valley to be restored.
And she really wanted to be able to take naps without some yoo hoo interrupting her.
Gracie’s senseless drabble encompassed all sorts of rejection toward Rain’s attempts to aid her, the flurry of words and useless vocabulary striking a pinch of irritation. When she scaled a tree the black gal could only tilt her head with an acute expression of amazement, eyeballing the height her patient reached with a sort of curious, though hardly entertained, stare. She hardly noted Poet’s near-hit experience with an additional spew of vomit, flecks of once eaten morsels drizzling the edges of her forepaws. She remained where she was, almost statuesque despite the gross display, a grizzled piece of barbaric instinct hushing her more domesticated repulsion. It’s just vomit.
The she wolf’s unpleasant decent gave Rain a great start, shuffling her feet forward just after contact but stilling once more words of nonsense spewed in the place of digested food. Her eyes whisked to Poet in an admittance of being alarmed but were soon trained on the glowering embers of the sick one’s gaze. A challenge? Though handicapped, riddled with Motherly influence, and old, it was simply not a good choice to stare at the damsel in a way that encompassed threat.
Rain’s forelegs, even the twisted right, stiffened and disregarded the presence of having knees, the upright hoist of her head buffering Gracie’s hunkered stance. Her muzzle was tilted downward with noble stillness, casting a stern, if not a bit weary, glare to her dysfunctional acquaintance from the length of her slim, clenching muzzle. She was a patient gal, humbly strapped with the bonds of servitude, but her first wink of life had been meticulously tainted by the stench of death and survival…a center of pride usurped any humility that the femme pretended to possess. Had Gracie began sauntered any nearer there would have been calculated steps to bluff her approach: a growl, hissing breaths, and the faint beginnings of a coiling lip. But for now there was merely the prickled wreath of midnight pelage hanging about the slim width of her throat and a noticeably darkened expression, the straightening of her posture squashing her previously causal slouch. There would be no slacking off from this point on!
Poet, shining through his panic beforehand, distracted the she wolf from her stand-off by attempting to appease Gracie’s suggestion of the herb being poisoned. "Mmmm!" Her brow arched despite the tightness of her forehead, knowing all too well that the plant had little taste that was cherished by canines (any carnivore really). The roof of her mouth accepted the tapping arch of her tongue as it remembered the bitter pulp, saliva watering the enclosed pockets of her cheeks. Once he seemed to have choked most of it down she returned a skeptical glance to Gracie, wondering if the femme would pull off more baffling behavior or decide it would be best to follow orders.
She hoped it was the later.
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Mine sucks ._. Compared to yours. Sorry to reply with such an ugly post >.>
So, spiderwoman would have some trouble tonight. That sucked. She noticed the change of state of the evil Minnie Mouse citizen, and quirked a brow. So was her challenge accepted? Gracies own dome slid down 'pon its hinges protecting her own throat, as her pelt bristled lightly. Spiderwoman could care less about getting injured. But she wasnt going to quit because of how... intimidating Rain looked. Gracie actually looked somewhat bigger as her pelts edge was no longer flat.
She advanced a little bit, her cyan eyes sharp and piercing. She said she would avenge him. But Poet only distracted her state and she turned to him, forgetting her challenge. "But it IS!" She pleaded with him in her tone, and moved over to the plant. Then he took a bite out of it. Rage bottled in her bodice, the citizen didnt listen to her. That AND he stole her plant. Bish. "Hey, tha's my poisonous plant!" And so she pawed it towards her, glancing at Rain. Then she cocked her head.
"So why duntchu take a bite ov it, then?" Her eyes were dull, hardly any emotion showed at this point. But all the better to realize that this was a test of sorts. Whether to believe the villian whom was really a citizen trying to make her feel better, or whether was just a downright villian. Ho-hum. "C'mon. Its not poisonous after all, so says the rest of them." Talking about her audience, in which was the trees.
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Ho hum! :) And.. -thwacks Gracie- Your post was fine! So shush!
Poet sighed. It seemed that Gracie... Sally... whatever her name was, wasn't buying his act. He had eaten the plant for nothing! Now, the actual chewing and swallowing of the leaf hadn't been so bad, but the after-taste was rather acrid. He grimaced as he licked his chops, trying without success to rid his mouth of the sour taste. He eventually just stuck his tongue out, letting the pink muscle hang from one side of his mouth, freeing it from the tangy, unpleasant flavor.
His glum expression brightened when he saw Gracie-Sally take possession of the little plant. He shot Rain a quick, excited glance and had to fight not to wag his tail or grin. It was good that she felt a sense of ownership over the herb, very good indeed. Breath abated, the male waited for her to dip her muzzle and partake of what she felt was hers... but it never happened. Gracie seemed possessive of the plant, yes, but didn't seem keen on eating it. Frustration swelling within his chest, Poet released another sigh - this one even heavier than the first. Would the sick wolf ever take her medicine??
Ears flicked at the crazy girl's words, and while he nearly dismissed it as further feverish nonsense, he reconsidered. He blinked at Gracie, a new surge of hope quickening his pulse. It's like she wants Rain to try the plant, too. To prove that it's not poisonous. So, if Rain took a little nibble and didn't keel over, Gracie would finally eat the herb! ..Or so the Novian hoped. He glanced at the ebony female, his eyes lingering meaningfully on hers. Play along, said his eyes, before turning back to the white invalid once more.
"So, er, Sally. If Rai-.. I mean, Daisy takes a bite of the plant, you'll eat it?" He couldn't keep the squeak of hope out of his voice. Looking over at Rain once more, he nodded his encouragement.
If they didn't cure Gracie soon, he was afraid he'd go crazy! And if that happened, at least he had the helpful plant nearby.
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I'm using a strange computer that doesn't have any coding on it so pardon if I have any errors. No spellcheck to be found on this contraption! This is short but simple ^_^ Hopefully keep this moving smoothly <3
"So why duntchu take a bite ov it, then?"
The graceful, obvious arch in the she wolf's brows hinted that the obnoxious patient's behavior was beginning to get the best of her, the soft rattle of a sigh lingering in her breast. What would it take to get this girl better? Choking her with it? The Medic, although experienced with the herb's useful ingredients, disdained the thought of consuming the product without reason. She caught the pleading glint in Poet's eyes and followed up by hesitantly (if not a bit grudgely) leaning her head downward and elegantly sliding the extra bunches of herb into her maw, the bitter spurt of the plant's essence utterly drying out her saliva glands upon contact. The femme's tongue worked over the messy pulp and eventually worked the sour taste to the back of her throat where it slid a raw path down to her gut. She could practically imagine the greenery repelling the acids of her stomach, the once placid region of her belly now fitfully churning in silent protest.
All of this distaste was, of course, done so in a professional, non-complaining poker face.
Rain's ears drew softly to the sides of her skull to help appease the stoic expression on her facade, the depression of her eyes furrowed as her brows settled from their skeptic rise. "Are you satisfied now, your Grace?" Her tone teetered dangerously on that of a Mother scolding its stubborn child, her feats so far vastly surpassing that of any she'd done for a member of an alien pack. Not to mention a wolf who just couldn't act civil. She's very sick. Compelled to speak softer than before, the sharp edge of her voice smoothed with Southern sincerity. "I promise it won't harm you...we've both eaten it and as you see we have yet to be harmed." A smile perked the corners of her maw and thinned the lining of her maw, a gentle glimmer of teeth pressing her good intentions. She remained as she was, neither moving toward nor away from the vomit scented sister...simply holding her ground. Her shoulders remained tightly pressed to her body to support the rigid outline of her frame but her eyes, ears, and tail greatly deterred from the strict posture, the ebon plume waving amiably.
Please be better soon.
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So, when Rain had swooped down, taking a gulp. Gracie had then moved forwards, a slow- cautious walk. In case the villain wanted to pounce. Her eyes flashed- finally she swooped down and took a chomp from the plant. As her tongue wrapped around the herb, 'tugging' at it in a sense. Her taste-buds seemed to scream and her eyes watered at the bitter taste of the plant, and she quickly swallowed it. Her own stomache hissed at her, bubbling and such. She felt even more sick then before. "MURDERERS," She hissed, feeling quite sick. This, mixed with the lake water- was NOT the cure, unfortunatly for them. She moved to the side, leaning on a tree. She felt nautious.
"God... Damn... Liars..." She said through clenched teeth. Her stomache lurched violently, she aimed to swallow but it all came out again. Plant and all. She felt weak, but she couldnt trust these KILLERS, to get her food now could she? They just tried to KILLLLL her after all. Her lobes flattened, flickering, as she began to slip down the tree, paws trying to step. It only made her lose balance more.
"Why? Huh?" She murmured weakly, watching the both of them with horrid, dull and miserable eyes. She felt worse then she ever would, ever could. Until the end of it all.
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Lalala.
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The mountain boy watched Rain eat a bit of the herb with a sympathetic luster to his eyes. He knew from experience how unsavory the plant was; the after-taste, which was akin to battery acid, still lingered unpleasantly in his mouth. He smiled gratefully when she swallowed the plant, and relief swept through him. Now that Gracie had witnessed Rain's lack-of-keeling-over, she would finally take her goddamned medicine and get better.
Or... not.
Poet's hopeful expression fell as he watched Gracie's reaction to the plant. The look on her face was hardly comforting, nor was the word she hissed - "MURDERERS!" - which was far from the "Oh thank you so much, I feel worlds better!" the young man had hoped for. And then, after declaring them "goddamned liars" and spewing out the contents of her stomach, she fell in a heap by the tree. The Novian turned his crestfallen face to his ebony comrade, his mouth open but his voice stalled in the base of his throat. His eyes spoke the message his lips failed to speak: What do we do now? All his hopes had been bent on Gracie's consumption of the medicine. Now that that plan seemed shot to hell, he felt helpless.
Trying not to let frustration get the best of him, the yearling took a deep swig of air, closed his eyes, and then stepped forward. Ignoring the sickly girl's "Why? Huh?" which he thought totally unfair, he tried on a small smile for size and steeled himself. "It, ah, probably takes a minute to kick in," he said, feigning a cool confidence he didn't feel. His eyes flicked over to Rain, silently requesting back-up. "Maybe if you try to sleep, it'll help, too." Now that seemed like a splendid idea. The medicine would probably work better if the snowy wolf rested her weary self, not to mention he and Rain could get a moment's peace. Not that he would admit that selfish thought out loud, of course.
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This was almost impossible to write ;_; I'm not sure why but I'm having trouble responding to this one. Might have to wrap it up soon <333
Her tongue twisted and turned on itself as more saliva sampled the bitter taste of the root, its pink tip rubbing feverishly against the rigid lines of her palette. Ugh! Oh my God! Her eyes glazed as the sensation of disgust drilled tiny holes into her train of thought, the corners of her golden stare watering as the rest of her body struggled against the invader sliding down through her system. She’d definitely have to call in sick tomorrow.
But none of that mattered so much right now.
Gracie’s reaction further cinched the tightening belt around the she wolf’s gut, a sharp intake of air being her first for a short while after the female sputter hateful words. Rain’s brows knitted into a furious, frustrated cluster on her steep forehead that was all the more pronounced by her mingled expression of disbelief, and although it was illness that was contributing to the Sigma’s behavior she could hardly reason with the tidal wave of emotion that appeared in the face of this predicament. I think I freaking hate you. Poet was also less than pleased and when his eyes chanced across her own she couldn’t stamp out their doubtful gleam. His words, though quiet, would probably strike this crazy girl into another fit of anti-conspiracy…a tangent that this tired old wolf was far to weary to handle.
However there was a pitiful assortment of expression worn on Gracie’s face, her muddled, dull complexion speaking louder than Rain’s own irritations. “Yes,” she murmured, “it would be best if we all slept. How’s about a nap?” In this stage of sickness it was obvious that whatever suggestion she came up with the other would promptly find a reason to argue; all ability to compromise was lost in translation. Unable to understand the extent of sickness and now unable to find a solution the female padded next to the faltering frame of the small she wolf and nuzzled affectionately behind her ears, dismissing the stench of vomit that clung to her face. Mewling to counteract the summary of whimpers and distressed calls of the patient, the blackbird lowered to her belly and waiting for them both to follow suite, the small twirl of a smile expressing both kindness and a demand to obey.
No more games.
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