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Full Summer | Adder Creek | after Pete's Big Fite | liquid time-ing this to the present

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Petunia Bamsy
 

No color.  No smell.  No depth.

She was, by the river.

Creek.

Tried to wash her face off.  Had a good laugh at, wash your face off, clean off the bone.  Sailing down the river scaring some wolf at the other end of the desert.

Hi Randy, it’s Pete!  I washed my face off!

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha.

Pete was fucked.

Dead babies.  Dead, and didn’t come back to find her.  Not at the den.  Her face falling off, one eye, no food, couldn’t find the kids and nobody around.  Stupid god damn desert didn’t want a wolf in it, turned them all to dust and bones.  And poor sweet Peter who only had wanted to play with some puppies, best…best of intentions, every day.

She was dying.  She didn’t want to, though.  That gray fat bitch was still alive.  And that wasn’t fair.  She might have found the kids and bled all over them for all she knew.  There was a, a moan happening, a little torment escaping from out of her mouth.  She couldn’t find the pups.  She couldn’t leave them.  She couldn’t drag her carcass back into the hills and know the two were left to hollow out and be picked apart by fucking foxes!!

Her good eye was rested against her wrist, and she pressed hard into the socket as she screamed.

Fuck, fuck, fucked.


Feb 13, 2018 11:31 PM

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Piper Nightshade Raven Marie
 

It’d taken her the better part of three days to leave the hills, but Piper was determined to explore as much as she could in this strange valley before settling anywhere. When the golden glint of sand lit up the horizon, Piper was happy to go to a new place. These hills seemed boring.

The desert, apparently, was not so. After a night on the cusp of the sand, the dark wraith entered with energy bursting in her paws. There was something in these sands that she must find.

Suddenly, the metal-y scent of blood became apparent, and not that of prey. Ears slicking back and eyes narrowing in wariness, Piper pushed forward. There was a female somewhere close by, and she was probably the one hurt…. But there was nothing else Piper could gleam from scent alone, and in her confident curiosity, The Nightshade pursued.

Piper came to a creek, after a couple of minutes. She dipped her pale muzzle into the sand-warmed water, lapping a few mouthfuls before heading further upstream, to where the scent of blood grew stronger.

After another moment of loping steadily upstream, there was a girl.

No, a woman, not much older than Piper herself. The woman was made up of lighter colors, of browns and russets and off-whites, and more expectedly, bloody red.

She was the one that was hurt.

Piper halted; the wolf might’ve noticed her approach a long while ago, but for good measure, she let out a chuff of neutral greeting. There were many things Piper could do here: put this poor thing out of its misery, or perhaps she would rather be healed? Perhaps she would try to send Piper away, or perhaps she would cower beneath the Nightshade and allow her to choose.

What fun that could come of this….


Feb 15, 2018 04:56 PM — Post #1

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Petunia Bamsy
 

:D For clarification, I’d say Pete’s wounds are at least a few days old, and are as follows: bite wounds in the skin at the base of her throat, bite wounds peppered mainly over the left (I think?) side of her face and including an injury that’s swelled her eyelid shut, and some pretty serious damage to the front of her muzzle/nose/upper palate area.  She’s kind of rinsed it in the river but things are otherwise uncared for.
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Things got very quiet when she finished screaming.  That seemed to shut everybody up for a minute.  Eventually, though, the pain and the water-sound made their way back.

It was warm, at least.

The sound of another wolf came in with everything else, unnoticed.  Only some sixth sense eventually prickled the hairs on her spine, made her ears twitch.  Her head lifted and roved around, one eye searching for life.

Big, big, black wolf.  She panted slowly, painfully. 

She could not fight.

That was, maybe, a first.

But she didn’t want to die.

“Tcchop ohf-a rrhmorrmning tcchoo ya,” she fumbled painfully, impudently, the one brown eye fixed with growing focus on the nearby female.

She was a foundered dragon, yes.  But still dangerous.


Feb 16, 2018 04:25 AM — Post #2

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Piper Nightshade Raven Marie
 

(Thanks for letting me know! I read the fight thread of course but that helps loads!)

There was more damage than Piper had thought. Even with the scent of old blood hanging in the air, the female’s face was…. Damaged. Badly.

As Petunia turned to gaze at the Nightshade, even from the distance between them, the ebony wolfess could see the swollen eye, and the many puncture marks along her jaws and throat.

But she was alive.

For now.

It took Piper a moment to decipher what exactly the female said, but she was overall impressed that words could form at all.

This dragon had put up a hell of a fight, as she still was fighting for her life.

“How did you come to bear such misfortune, if I dare ask?”

Piper shuffled closer, taking her time with swaggering steps as to keep the wounded girl from thinking she meant harm; as ruthless as this queen might be, she was above slaughter. If this wounded creature wanted a swift go-away, she’d have to ask for it. Life was precious, and Piper was not the decider.

A black nose wiggled as Piper sniffed; at least, from here, she could smell no infection.

There was a chance.

“I can help you, if need be.”

Piper would not get close enough to allow the stranger to lash out, but she was taking a chance in closing the distance; only a yard or two separated them now, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with those legs that could still easily lunge.


Feb 16, 2018 10:24 AM — Post #3

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Petunia Bamsy
 

No one ever came into the desert when you needed help, but they came in after.  It would…it would have to be enough.

She was more present with an audience, but still only half-here, half somewhere else.  Her dry throat swallowed, and through the haze, she focused on the first thing that felt important.  “Dhhhidyhou shh-”  -fuck, M sounds hurt - “shhmell khids.  Annhywwhere.  Ttwo.”  Slow, heavy breathing.  This one seemed honest enough, not strange and shifty like the last one.  Master calls me Noire, oh boy.

The questions she had asked bobbed in the back of Pete’s head somewhere, waiting their turn.  But if Vitto and Mimi had been on their own all this time, she could wait and bleed a little longer.


Feb 17, 2018 03:46 AM — Post #4

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Piper Nightshade Raven Marie
 

Piper regarded the mangled beast with a curious, unphased stare, still unsure of her purpose here but knowing, one way or another, that she could be useful.

The creature tried to speak again. Piper was patient, listening, as she edged closer to hear through the hoarseness.

Her cinder ears shot forward with interest, but her pelt prickled with worry. Pups?! Out here? Immediately, the Nightshade tossed her muzzle to the wind and, jaws cracked, breathed deeply. The only scent she could find was that of the blood soaked pelt of the beast—apparently a mother. Piper assumed shed been fighting whatever monster did this to her while saving the pups.

“Not on my way here, no. How old are they?”

Suddenly, Piper felt—and sounded—much more alive. More motivated. Of all the things Piper could be, a lover of puppies was certainly one. Such innocent souls, bared to the world and the danger it held.

Indeed, she could help this mother looking for her pups, or she could heal said beast so she could look herself. Depending on how old they were, though, and how long they’d been gone, they might already be dead.

Piper had to try. Demi, Ler, Acesis, Fibby, Milo—none of her family would forgive her if shed not done anything she could to help a mother and her children. Even if she had to look herself, or go all the way to the hills to fetch herbs for a stubborn beast, she had to try.

“Come, let’s get closer to the hills and I can be of some use. I can treat your wounds with herbs there, and then we can look for your children together.”

Piper moved slowly to close the distance, head lowered, hoping that this woman would see both sense and her wish to help. The Nightshade was big enough to support the weight of the desert-thin wolf to the hills, and there she could help this woman. There she could find herbs, dull pain and prevent infection.

She could save this womans life, and hopefully they’d find the pups on the way.


Feb 17, 2018 11:06 AM — Post #5

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