Why'o
Ele'cannara
Played by Collie
7 MOS
22"/50LBS
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Post by Lendri on Apr 4, 2023 4:33:44 GMT
"ARE YOU SURE THIS WATER'S SANITARY? IT LOOKS QUESTIONABLE TO ME!"
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| Aside from the sound of freezing rain tapping against the windows of the old prison, the healer's room was mostly quiet. Lendri sat bent over a collection of herbs and flowers with his splinted front leg stuck out at a stiff angle. As he pondered the items spread before him, his tail wagged slowly at his rear. Despite being stuck inside for most of the last moon, he was pretty content.
Here among the healers he had begun to find his voice. Fighting and border patrols had never really been his thing, but the wonderment of plants and healing had sucked him in and brought forth endless questions for the dogs who had been caring for his broken leg. It hadn't been long before they and Navira has asked him if he'd like a permanent home among the healers, and he'd been both excited and relieved. The little pup had eagerly accepted the assignment and his new mentor, Udu'e.
Of course, there'd been that teensy little problem of muscling in on Kitchi-kitchi's teacher, but he felt like they were making real progress! She hadn't tried to poison him yet, at least.
Lendri's brown eyes swept over the medicines at his paws and he recited their names in his head, quizzing himself on their identification and usage.
Eewee'ook, zora'mira, hu'mira...
And then the black and white pup's attention wandered to herbs in other places, things that were tucked away on slightly too-high shelves against the walls. He squinted up at a bundle of dried purple flowers poking out on a ledge over his head. What was that one?
He stood, stretched out his muzzle and tried his best to clumsily reach for the plant to pull a bit of it down, but his stiff, splinted paw got the better of him. Just as he managed to grab a bit of the flower in his teeth, his bad leg wobbled and caved and he was sent back tumbling to the ground...with a whole mess of different herbs behind him.
"Oh no." He whimpered, staggering to his paws once more. "Lendri, you and your stupid busted leg!" He found himself groaning aloud as he looked over the scattered mess on the floor. And then he was reciting in his mind not the names of the plants, but the names of all the dogs who were going to chew his tail off for screwing up so badly. Maybe he could get this all cleaned up before anyone saw...
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Why'o Clan
Owi
Played by Space Dinosaur
5 years
20" / 50 lbs
Posts: 11
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Post by Hara'Mukha on Apr 11, 2023 20:23:33 GMT
Heavy echoes lined the hallways of the structure they Why'o dogs had claimed as their base of operations. The sounds pierced from the concrete walls, bouncing around corners and lingering on the air. Some of these noises were the voices of other canna, some the pitter-patter of their paw pads striking the floor, but mostly it was the sound of the cold, stormy weather outside, berating the outer walls of the prison. For that is what this place was - a prison. Both physically and metaphorically in Hara'Mukha's case. He felt trapped, though was never physically detained - at least, not by any other canna. No, his captive attitude was derived from one main attribute. His injured leg. At this point he had come to terms with the fact that his lameness would most likely prove to be a permanent feature. It left him with a hidden sense of heartbreak at the canna'thi that he used to be.
Prior to the Rozo'ama akoda, Hara had wandered the country side as he had pleased, only stopping when something of interest had caught his attention. He had come and gone from many of the friendlier packs, gangs, and clans of dogs but had never lingered - or been made to stay - for more than ridna emre. With the Why'os he had been in their territory for nearly twice as long. Thankfully they were a hospitable bunch, if not full of mildly grating members, but he longed for the freedom that came with sprinting outside in any direction, no destination needed. He grumbled to himself as his dark chocolate eyes darted back towards his rear end. That blasted leg. Even if he did manage to leave this town and these canna behind, he would never enjoy true freedom again.
The pain had mostly subsided from the appendage. He still, however, walked with a very obvious limp as any weight put on the leg would shoot spearheads of pain up from his paw pads to partway up his spine. His tail drooped at the thought. The clan's shadowspeaker, Udu'e Canna'a, had seemingly been constantly encouraging the silver brute to get up and move around, exercise and build muscle to help mend the injury. It was true that the joint was no longer dislocated, though he was unsure if the bone itself had cracked or not under the pressure of the fallen concrete from the collapsed dog shelter. Either way, he was certain there had been nerve damage and was keen to disregard her pity towards her plight. Or had it been empathy?
Dark ears on the silver head perked up straight at a voice that caught his attention. Well, it was not the voice itself so much as the words spoken. "-stupid busted leg!" His eyes narrowed in frustration as he turned on his heel back towards the room where the sound had originated.
Hara'Mukha moved at a quickened pace. His shoulders were tense in frustration. The voice had been somewhat small, clearly the yip of a ren. Those little punks needed to learn some manners. Normally Hara enjoyed the youthful company but the Why'o pups had proven to be of a higher annoying factor than any clan pups he had previously encountered. Or, perhaps it was solely based on the fact that he had stuck around longer than usual and began to see them fully as individuals.
"Wot ar' ya sayin' u ren?!" he belted, rounding the corner into the healer's room to face his supposed antagonist. Of course it was one of the little owi ele'cannara. The damned healers of this clan caused him nothing but strife. And now, the younger generation were getting in on the irritation. The thick mane around the elkhound's neck stood on end as he entered. It was one of Tavi's pups. One of those little boogers had a tendency to yap at the older male whenever he would find himself a corner in a common area to stretch out and take a nap. He was never quite sure which of the trio it was, though.
Brown eyes darted between the pup and the mess of herbs and flora that littered the floor. He cocked a brow in a questioning expression. "Wot di' ya do 'ere? Makeh' a mess ar' ye?" he inquired. His facial muscles twitched as he tried to hold back a laugh at the absurdity of the situation he had just walked in on. Typical Why'o healers.
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Why'o
Ele'cannara
Played by Collie
7 MOS
22"/50LBS
Posts: 39
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Post by Lendri on Apr 27, 2023 2:05:27 GMT
"ARE YOU SURE THIS WATER'S SANITARY? IT LOOKS QUESTIONABLE TO ME!"
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| Lendri nearly jumped out of his skin when the walls around him suddenly began to echo with the booming, angry barks of a much older dog. Oh no! The lanky pup turned with a gaping mouth to stare at Hara'mukha with an expression like a frightened rabbit caught between a hunter's paws. The mess of herbs scattered around him must have looked almost comical, but he was truly scared out of his mind right now.
He was afraid of Hara on his best of days...and this certainly was NOT one of those. The bigger dog was incredibly grumpy, hard to understand, and didn't like healers poking him at all. Lendri, being only an apprentice, had been tasked many times to go and clean up around the injured old dog or ask if he needed anything. He'd always come away more baffled than the last time.
Hara was difficult to understand. Lendri sometimes wondered if his name was actually Hara or perhaps some other more familiar word, but he was too afraid to speak up and ask.
And, true to his nature, Hara'mukha blasted bristling into the healer's room with harsh words on his tongue that...didn't make a lot of sense.
"I-I'm sorry, it was an accident!" Lendri had bawled immediately as the big canna entered. But it was immediately followed with an equally dramatically cried out, "I actually have no idea what you just said!"
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Why'o Clan
Owi
Played by Space Dinosaur
5 years
20" / 50 lbs
Posts: 11
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Post by Hara'Mukha on May 26, 2023 19:52:44 GMT
A smile began to tug at the corner of the elkhound's lips at the pup's first answer. Of course, it was an accident. That is, unless the pup had purposefully spilled herbs all over the floor. Out of all of the clan's pups, however, Lendri was the last one to strike Hara'Mukha as a trouble maker. A finder of trouble, sure. But he had gotten the sense the ren was dragged into situations by his siblings or the menace of a healer's apprentice, Kitchi-Kitchi.
His more light-hearted demeanor immediately turned sour at the ren's next statement. "Wot'chu mean ya don' 'av an ide-uh?!" he belted. Again with these dogs! He was speaking plain canna, why did they struggle so much with his words?! The edgings of a snarl began to quiver up his muzzle before he took a breath to calm himself. It was only a ren, and rens needed patience and understanding and they didn't always "get it." The older male's dark eyes darted over the mess on the floor. He clucked his tongue as he considered his next move.
His eyes fell on the pup's splinted leg. The sight of it softened the silver canna's heart - if only slightly. It was difficult enough for someone his age to be dealing with a lame limb, but a ren?! It was tragedy at its finest. Hara could hardly imagine if he had such an injury at such a young age. How different his life would have been! Assuming he had lived at all. Injuries that were only minor living with a clan could prove fatal to those who chose to live alone, as he had. It was why he had taken up healing to begin with. Not only did he find the effects of certain plants to be fascinating, the skill was also a key to his survival. It had also proven a valuable asset in trading on his travels. Lout and a warm place to stay for some healing knowledge and stories.
Heaving a sigh, the brute turned the subject back towards the flowers and plants that littered the floor. "C'mon then. Le's git dis mess cleen'dup," he said. His voice was still rough but with the tiniest hint of softness beginning to crack beneath the surface. He gestured towards the spilled herbs and waited a moment. When the ren didn't immediately react Hara let out an audible groan before beginning to sort through the different plants and pile multiples of a kind together. If he couldn't speak words he would mime out the actions - and help the pup out a bit while he was at it. Actions, after all, speak louder than words. Especially if those words aren't understood no matter their volume.
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Why'o
Ele'cannara
Played by Collie
7 MOS
22"/50LBS
Posts: 39
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Post by Lendri on May 27, 2023 23:36:20 GMT
"ARE YOU SURE THIS WATER'S SANITARY? IT LOOKS QUESTIONABLE TO ME!"
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| Lendri stood gaping like a cornered thudu as Hara continued his tirade. He didn't seem to notice the small smile that had crept onto the bigger dog's face. All he knew was that the snarling dog was really mad at him for...something. Probably the mess. Definitely the mess. Lendri found that his ears had lost all their rigor in this moment. They fell like dead flowers to the sides of his head, showcasing his embarrassment at being caught in such a state.
Something about Lendri's sad display must have appealed to Hara's better nature. He began to visibly soften. This only served to confuse Lendri even more. Most of the time when he made a mistake, grown-ups found jobs or punishments or busywork for him. He expected at least to be told to clean up the mess that he'd made.
Instead, Hara shambled over and started tidying up the mess himself. Lendri was quick - maybe a little too quick - to scramble into action, pushing everything into the correct piles alongside the grouchy (or maybe not) dog.
As he sorted, he unconsciously started mumbling aloud the names of each of the plants that he knew. It helped the pup to ground himself and his nerves.
"zora'mira, hu'mira...dunno this one...yowie yip..."
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