Post by Faith Winters on Jun 30, 2010 11:20:04 GMT -5
Stilling her leg so the crab could be removed, Faith pushed a deep sigh through her muzzle, eyes rolling as she did so. Obviously I know it isn’t ACTUALLY a tiger. I’m not a moron. I was just… Exaggerating.
Once she was freed from the grips of the crab, Faith turned to tentatively clean the new shinning red gash on her leg. Awesome. Standing back up normally, Faith looked down at the… fox, was he? Man, he was tiny. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent, eyes narrowing instinctively. Wizard. Giving a slight nod of her head, Faith blinked, shaking the smell from her senses, Thanks for the help kid. I appreciate it. Although… Don’t you think it’s a tad dangerous, spying on big bad wolves and all?
Turning her gaze towards Willow, the blonde lycan let out a soft chuckle/bark, eyes twinkling with amusment But I guess big bad wolves seems like a stretch, at least for this instance. That crab got the better of me, and nearly got the better of you, as well. Sneaky bugger.
Stretching out her gashed leg, Faith bounced slightly from side to side, testing out the damage. Minimal. Superficial wound, nothing that wouldn’t be healed by mid-afternoon tomorrow, at the very latest. He seemed to have gotten his little pinchers in there deep though. The bastard. She glared at the lake, as if warning any other crabs not to even dare messing with her now.
Willow hadn't thought he would try the same thing she herself had, she'd expected him to transform or some such. Use magic. The fact that a fox had managed what she couldn't annoyed her, but she brushed it away. It didn't matter. It was done, and that was all that mattered. The sharp scent of blood made Willow winced; nasty little bugger. Big bad wolves. Willow snorted with laughter, tail wagging furiously. She glanced at the boy - damn it all, what was he called? She didn't remember. That didn't matter either.
Thanks. Willow eyed the gash in Faith's leg. I'll fix it up. Just let me run get my stuff. Be right . . .
Without waiting for an answer, Willow spun and darted away. Lycanthropes healed fast, but still . . .Willow worried nevertheless. It'd take Faith a little bit to heal something so deep. Next time she was out she'd go to one of those places with the live lobsters in a tank and wreak vengeance. Crabs, Lobsters, it was all some kind of bizarre shellfish. Paws thudding against the dirt, Willow vanished into the woods momentarily. Pack, pack, where was it . . . . had it been under the oak log or the old birch tree? Maybe . . .
After an uncertain amount of time, Willow appeared at the edge of campus, a battered, dirt dusted bag hanging from her jaws. Old leaves didn't taste very good, she could tell herself that much. Back! She announced triumphantly, slowing and dropping the bag. The former Gryffindor shifted even as she set down the bag, bones twisting and hair vanishing. In moments, a slightly soaked brunette in jeans and a torn shirt sat on the grass, rummanging through her pack.
After a few moments she pulled out a jar and a wad of gauze. With a gob of some sort of ... goop, she leaned towards Faith. "Hold still, all right?"
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 1, 2010 20:09:37 GMT -5
Ryo gave an amused look. Big bad wolves yet afraid of crabs? Whatever helped them sleep at night. He turned to the blonde wolf, I wasn't spying and I guess I figured a little risk was worth spending time with and learning about my cousins. Oh, and no problem. I wanted to help.
Ryo noticed the other lycan give a look of puzzlement, or perhaps mild annoyance. He couldn't tell very well. Either way he was proud for having solved the problem not having to rely on his magic. Sure he was part wizard, but he was kitsune as well. Ryo relished this opportunity to connect with his fox side. Unfortunately, it seemed he might have to change and use magic after all however as a certain copper smell wafted into his nose. It must have gotten her worse than he originally thought.
Willow returned with a backpack and pulled out supplies. Sorry to suggest this after you already got supplies, but wouldn't it make sense for me to get my wand and use episky? Umm, Wendy is it?
Damn, that name didn't sound quite right though he had a feeling he wasn't completely off the mark. If only he could remember... He did however place her as a friend of Felix but still didn't know how he knew that.22
Post by Faith Winters on Jul 2, 2010 14:00:33 GMT -5
Faith couldn’t help but snort at the boys word choice. Cousins. It wasn’t meant for a literal interpretation she was sure, more or less that because they could turn into wolves, and him into a fox, they shared some sort of greater connection. Family in a sense. She shook her head at this, feeling just about as much connection with the fox as she did with normal humans, or even wizards. She was still glad he helped out though, so she didn’t bother setting him straight on the matter.
Watching with slight horror as Willow took off, Faith huffed, looking between the woods and the boy who stood next to her. Well, this was awkward. She never knew what to say in these situations. Rather then coming up with some lame attempt at conversation, Faith busied herself with stretching and testing her leg, though the verdict was already clear.
Moments later she heard the bushes rustling and let out a sigh of relief. Looking over at Willow as she bound forward, Faith sat back on her haunches, waiting for instructions from the other wolf. It was at this point that the fox decided to speak up again, making a suggestion that to him seemed obvious, but to Faith made her lips curl back and a growl to sound from deep in her throat.
I appreciate your help, but if you point a wand at me, to heal me or not, I swear you will really miss your arm.
It may seem a tad harsh or uncalled for to the average wizard, or human, but she doubted a lycan would ever question her choice. They were pack animals, and anyone who was not in their pack could pose a threat. As Faith wasn’t in a pack at the moment, she had to settle for feeling the safety one of her kind presented over someone else. And especially not magic from someone who was still a stranger. She didn’t even know the boys name, after all.
Gaze flicking back to Willow, Faith gave an awkward nod of her head, indicating that she would remain still. Even if that goop looked awfully… goopy. She trained her eyes on the other girl, studying her human form carefully. She was a bit younger than Faith was expecting, for some reason she had given off an older vibe. Guess life made people grow up faster sometimes.
Last Edit: Jul 2, 2010 14:05:04 GMT -5 by Faith Winters
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 28, 2010 16:12:39 GMT -5
The snort told Ryo he make a mistake. He considered apologizing but she did not mention the issue again. They shared a very awkward moment as Willow left them alone.
He grimaced as she threatened to remove his arm. Faith came off sounding like a bitch but he understood the attitude. Wizards could only on the rarest of occasions be trusted especially around a lycan. As such he decided it best not to say anything to the lycan.
Willow returned and began pouring some form of goop on her friend. Hmm, were they friends? The question nagged at his brain for a bit and then left. Considering the playfulness from before it was likely she was a pack mate of close to it by now. A pack, such a foreign concept to the fox boy. Having such a fierce loyalty to those who were not of the same blood. It the case of Fenrir, it seemed just by being lycan.
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