Private Roleplay  Oozing infection [Leviathan]
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Tarun
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soft groan escaped his maw, though he could hardly move it too much. The wounds caused by the dark man had gotten worse and Tarun was finally realizing he needed to ask for help. He had been lying by the water for some time and was carefully using his front paws to swipe water on to his sore and infected wounds, but they were not cleaning out anymore. He wasn't into medicine and didn't know how concerned he should be, but he was catching a fever, slowly but surely. The wounds were deep and crossing his maw, forehead and on the side of his face.

He looked into the water and noticed that the wounds were having trouble closing up too nicely and obvious bite marks outlined the area of the fangs that had set themselves into his face. He dared not move his nose or mouth too much, it hurt so badly. He leaned away from the water and rose to his legs, finally deciding to find himself a healer. Crow had done a huge number on his face it was very uncomfortable. Yet he didn't hate or blame him, just thought he had done the right thing in correcting him from his actions. Disobeying orders was bad.

He turned to leave the water side and almost stumbled over his own legs when he was completely baffled by the sight of someone behind him. he clumsily tried to compose himself again, but without much success. The dumbfound man stood and watched the other male that was climbing into adulthood. Then he felt something drip down the side of his face. He tried to wipe it with his paw only to find yellow puss on his paw and he made a disgusted face - regretted it immediately after.

He looked back up at the male with a questioning face. "Help?" he pointed at his obviously mauled face oozing with infection and blinked at him. He would like some help.
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It wasn't uncommon to see a wolf cleaning their wounds, big or small, in the rivers. The members of Alteron was a fighty bunch, some more physical than they'd be willing to admit. But this one was cleaning a wound that seemed to only be festering, getting worse and worse. He was not following an Alchemist's careful words and instructions, or if he was, the healer did a terrible job. The light scent of decaying flesh was what made Leviathan creep silently closer to the other.

And then he stood there, and waited, until the brown wolf turned around with the most hilariously shocked expression on his face. He watched him try to school it, and fail. Leviathan said nothing, instead darting his black tongue out to lick at his teeth, eyes darting from the stranger's infected face to the rest of his body and back to his eyes as he wiped a particularly nasty chunk of puss away from his wound.

"Help?"

"Help?" Leviathan echoed, "I'm no Alchemist." he sounded almost amused, but did not move from his spot standing in front of the wounded man. He was no Alchemist, but he was a Herald. "What made you earn that one? And what circumstance made you decide to keep it?" obviously he was not trying to let his face rot away. But maybe he deserved worse than just a face wound, or maybe he did not truly 'deserve' it at all. Leviathan tilted his head, maw slack and showing teeth and a dark tongue, looking almost lazy.

"You need herbs," the dumbest man would tell him that. But Leviathan was never particularly interested in the healing arts, he only knew a handful of basic herbs. Perhaps he could think of one to slap on the guy's face, but now in a good enough manner to help him in any way.

"Are you afraid to ask? What are you called?"



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he other male had a certain tone in his voice, like he was thinking it was funny, but not exactly there, Tarun couldn't exactly place the glee in the other and it frustrated him that he could not place the male. The other repeated his words and Tarun nodded to confirm that he indeed wanted help. "I'm no Alchemist."

Tarun tilt his head, and slowly tried to say that last word. "Al-alche. Alch- Alchemist?" He looked questioning at the male, not knowing what that meant, he was starting to feel more frustrated. He did not enjoy being appointed stupid and unable to pronounce difficult words made him feel stupid. He couldn't show it on his face though, it would just hurt again. Instead he hoped the male would explain to him what exactly he meant by that weird word. Could he help or not?

"What made you earn that one? And what circumstance made you decide to keep it?" Tarun flinched slightly, ashamed of his disobedient that had earned him the wounds on his face, He didn't understand what circumstance meant, but he could gather that he wanted to know why he was keeping it, which confused Tarun slightly, it wasn't like he chose to have a wound on his face, but it had happened and now he was stuck with it, and then likely stuck with some horrible scars too. This male was very confusing!

"Didn't understand word. So dark man corrected me." He stood silently for a moment and realized a lot of people were dark and tried to correct himself "The dark man with dragon. He has yellow legs." He did his best at describing Crow, but wasn't sure if the other one even knew him. Tarun shifted uncomfortably and then spoke again. "Don't want to keep it. But have to. To remind myself." remind myself of restrain.

"You need herbs," Herbs? Like plants? Tarun didn't know how healing worked but decided the other probably knew best. He just gave a soft nod. "Are you afraid to ask? What are you called?" Tarun quickly rose to his own defense at that, almost taking insult to it "Not afraid! Don't know who to ask... " Good, once that was established he would finally offer his name "Tarun."
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