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03-28-2017, 07:40 AM
Tilney World's Edge Moon Doctor
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The gent was in such great pain, he could hear it so loudly within his own mind that he could almost hear it. The panic, the snapping of bone and skin, the screaming. They were all just a number of sounds heard like whispers among Tilney's own thoughts, and luckily he was becoming more skilled at separating what he was actually hearing from what he was thinking, and then what others were thinking. It seemed his blessing was also a terrifying curse. What truly fascinated Tilney however was that this stag did not fear death; in fact, he seemed to welcome the waves as they washed over him.
Not today; that was Tilney's response to that as he leant his lips down to the eyes of the palomino gentleman, tracing them to the point in the very center of his face where all the hair spiralled from. Pursing his lips, Tilney breathed softly upon the whorl of the fighter's face as he kissed him gently, his eyes falling closed as he felt his power whistling away, draining from within him.
After a long few moments, his head beginning to tire, Tilney gasped for a breath. He pulled his face away from the stranger, eyelashes fluttering over weary eyes as he surveyed his work; had he healed him enough?
It took such a great deal of energy to heal; it stole from every cell in his body. There was no question whether he could go on or not, and without another heartbeat, he turned to the splashed doe, though not without casting his mind's eye over the other two present; the dragon-like woman in particular. A vision of his own daughter crossed his mind as he did so, and this caused him to frown mainly out of curiosity as he made his way towards the other victim; he'd be sure to ask about that at a later date.
Leaning his lips down once again, Tilney pressed his maw softly to the woman's face not long after inspecting her wounds. Eventually, he had to grit his teeth and brace the ground beneath him as the power emerged from his muscles, his every cell, causing his heart to race and his muscles to work to the extreme.
"We don't want to heal you too!" came through the bond from Peatree who was perched above, giving a gentle squeak to alert his friend.
Again, the doctor gasped for a breath, stumbling backwards into the trunk of a mighty oak. Breathing laboured, legs shaking and head drooping, He soon found his own way to the forest floor. "Any better?" He asked, though he was more than confident they should be more than better. A great sight passed his lips, his head tilting downwards to the ground ad he huffed and puffed, allowing his body to rest. A few minutes and he would be fine, but for now he would need to rest.
"Pea," He cooed, the bat immediately swooping from the canopy to his friend's aid. "Cinnamon fern for our patients"
With yet another squeak, Pea was crawling up onto the chestnut's hide and searching the pockets of his cloak for a bundle of cinnamon fern; a fern easily distinguished by it's rusty colour. Fluttering towards the recovering mare, landing directly under her maw, Peatree attempted to stand on the tiny feet he was born with and reached upwards with a small leaf of fern towards her mouth in offering. Next, came the palomino gent, only this time he took to landing on the man's wing and held it out to him.
"This should hydrate you" Tilney explained, now feeling strong enough to sit up.
Thank you for permission guys!
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