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05-18-2013, 01:07 AM
It had been another normal day for him. Since getting accepted the previous season, he was slowly working his way back out around places to see all of the places of Helovia. But he continually found himself drawn here, to the Thistle Meadow. He wasn't sure, maybe it was because it looked so nice and peaceful here. Again he could picture how it would look in the spring when the thistles were actually blooming and the purple blossoms would coat the field in their radiance. He took in a deep breath, his tail flickering behind him as he relaxed in what sun was left. The crispness of the air didn't bother him in the slightest today, it had simply gone too well. He was happy, happier than he had been in a long time since he started his journey to find his family. While he still hadn't tracked them down, he had found another sort that he could call his family. His herd. He was quickly becoming loyal to the point where he would do anything for them. Yet he still hadn't found the right job for himself around the herd.
The thought pulled a sigh out of him, he really did need to figure that out soon. After all, the palomino didn't want to let anyone down. His ears flickered at his brief agitation from his thought process, tail cutting through the air to swish against his sides. The sensation stung slightly and he instantly stopped it, snorting faintly and taking a few steps further into the meadow. He lowered his head, snuffling along the ground lightly as he looked for something to graze on, there were better ways for him to occupy his mind. Like eating, which his stomach quickly reminded him that he needed to do. He found a piece and quickly snatched it up, eyes lowering slightly as he decided to stop thinking and simply enjoy the process of eating. He could go back to the basics when he wanted to after all.
He didn't know how long he stood there grazing before something shifted in the corner of his eye. His head flew up, ears twisting to pick up any sounds while he moved his gaze back and forth to figure out what was going on.
There.
A quiver in the grass next to that tree.
Marius turned his attention to the spot, focusing on it solely and forgetting everything else around him for the moment. A twitch of his ears and then the faintest of sounds became clear. It was a bleating sound, it was a frightened bleating sound. He found his ears pressed back flat against his head at that realization, what could possibly be huddled against that tree so afraid? Curiosity drew him closer, step by step taking him within view of the huddled being.
He was a few lengths away when he realized what it was. A fawn, all alone. Where was its mother? Why was it just sitting there? ... Was that blood? The scent of iron was unmistakable, he had smelled it plenty of times while growing up in a battle field. His tail swished again and he shook his head, sending his mane slapping against either side of his neck. Blood meant injuries, and the only one that could possibly be injured was the fawn. Predators would be after the scent of blood soon enough, maybe he could help the fawn before then!
Approaching slower, he tried to send out positive energy to left the fawn know that he wasn't going to harm it. "Hi there little one, you look lonely," he said softly, his voice taking on what he hoped was a comforting tone. "You look like you could use some company, maybe some help. Would you like that?" Maybe if he just kept speaking softly he could get close enough to help. Being this close alerted him to the fact that the fawn was indeed injured, a bite on his leg that needed tended too before it got bad. He kept a running commentary of soothing phrases, simply trying to let the fawn know that he was going to help while his eyes flickered around to search for something he could use. Why had he never trained in healing before? Surely it would have come in handy!
Then his gaze alighted on a few bushes, each one with different sorts of things. Berries and flowers, leaves big enough to wrap a wound, and perhaps something else could be done with them- wait! That was it! The leaves, he could use the leaves. Some of the grass around here could certainly be used to bind the leaves around the fawn's leg and he could use a few of them to wipe up the blood. Perhaps he could get one of the leaves into a cup shape in order to get water to wash out the wound as well.
"I'm gonna help you, little one. We'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you," he said calmly, side stepping in order to grab a leaf in his mouth. Now he just needed to get it into a proper shape to carry water back over here from the river. "Have to wash out your wound, and then wrap it. Doesn't that sound like a good idea? That way nothing will happen to your wound, and it can start healing," he said after dropping the leaf. He started nudging it, attempting to figure out how he could get it into the right shape. He contemplated bringing the fawn to the water, but he didn't think it was in any shape to move at that moment. So, that left him with his original idea. Now to just make it work.
The thought pulled a sigh out of him, he really did need to figure that out soon. After all, the palomino didn't want to let anyone down. His ears flickered at his brief agitation from his thought process, tail cutting through the air to swish against his sides. The sensation stung slightly and he instantly stopped it, snorting faintly and taking a few steps further into the meadow. He lowered his head, snuffling along the ground lightly as he looked for something to graze on, there were better ways for him to occupy his mind. Like eating, which his stomach quickly reminded him that he needed to do. He found a piece and quickly snatched it up, eyes lowering slightly as he decided to stop thinking and simply enjoy the process of eating. He could go back to the basics when he wanted to after all.
He didn't know how long he stood there grazing before something shifted in the corner of his eye. His head flew up, ears twisting to pick up any sounds while he moved his gaze back and forth to figure out what was going on.
There.
A quiver in the grass next to that tree.
Marius turned his attention to the spot, focusing on it solely and forgetting everything else around him for the moment. A twitch of his ears and then the faintest of sounds became clear. It was a bleating sound, it was a frightened bleating sound. He found his ears pressed back flat against his head at that realization, what could possibly be huddled against that tree so afraid? Curiosity drew him closer, step by step taking him within view of the huddled being.
He was a few lengths away when he realized what it was. A fawn, all alone. Where was its mother? Why was it just sitting there? ... Was that blood? The scent of iron was unmistakable, he had smelled it plenty of times while growing up in a battle field. His tail swished again and he shook his head, sending his mane slapping against either side of his neck. Blood meant injuries, and the only one that could possibly be injured was the fawn. Predators would be after the scent of blood soon enough, maybe he could help the fawn before then!
Approaching slower, he tried to send out positive energy to left the fawn know that he wasn't going to harm it. "Hi there little one, you look lonely," he said softly, his voice taking on what he hoped was a comforting tone. "You look like you could use some company, maybe some help. Would you like that?" Maybe if he just kept speaking softly he could get close enough to help. Being this close alerted him to the fact that the fawn was indeed injured, a bite on his leg that needed tended too before it got bad. He kept a running commentary of soothing phrases, simply trying to let the fawn know that he was going to help while his eyes flickered around to search for something he could use. Why had he never trained in healing before? Surely it would have come in handy!
Then his gaze alighted on a few bushes, each one with different sorts of things. Berries and flowers, leaves big enough to wrap a wound, and perhaps something else could be done with them- wait! That was it! The leaves, he could use the leaves. Some of the grass around here could certainly be used to bind the leaves around the fawn's leg and he could use a few of them to wipe up the blood. Perhaps he could get one of the leaves into a cup shape in order to get water to wash out the wound as well.
"I'm gonna help you, little one. We'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you," he said calmly, side stepping in order to grab a leaf in his mouth. Now he just needed to get it into a proper shape to carry water back over here from the river. "Have to wash out your wound, and then wrap it. Doesn't that sound like a good idea? That way nothing will happen to your wound, and it can start healing," he said after dropping the leaf. He started nudging it, attempting to figure out how he could get it into the right shape. He contemplated bringing the fawn to the water, but he didn't think it was in any shape to move at that moment. So, that left him with his original idea. Now to just make it work.
