Dusk Syndicate Healers' Den

[monfang]

[LEFT]

Originally Posted by fenic!

"...That's not a good thing." Lilith mumbled, her fur bristling as Onyx replied that Cal was turning out like his father- sure, Bleddyn was strong, but he was a manipulative mastermind who had made her fear for her own sanity when she was with him. She never wanted to see that cat again, not in any of her kits- she hated him too much to even feel good thinking about herself, though not one of the herbs she sorted would make her feel better about who she was. It was a sickness that he'd caused, that would take moons to feel even the least bit better about. She had terrible self-esteem and a rotten attitude, yet she'd put on a smile and tell everybody that she was alright. She didn't want pity, she wanted to move on.

"I've been sorting all day, if that's what you mean- it's dull, but at least it's peaceful in here." The healer sighed, her fluffy tail twitching as she let out a sigh, turning back to her herbs for a second before arching back to face her mate. "Why do I need to go out there if nobody's going to care about my advice?" She'd just recently talked to a fighter with a sharp tongue- Blade, was it? She'd tried to help her, and yet she was brushed off like a kitten. "Being here with you is fine with me." She didn't mention that she'd been badmouthing Onyx as well- she didn't want him to get too mad and start a fight.

Turning his head at her bristling fur, he nodded. "I know this." he said plainly. As he did the flashbacks of the battles flooded his mind, as he took the life from the dark russet and ebony tom. A snarl began to rise in him but he suppressed it enough before it got too loud to be mistaken as directed at Lilith. Clearing his throat, he straightened himself, and watched, listened.

When she said her last words he smiled, a genuine, calm smile. He gave her cheek another lick, and pressed on her lovingly. "Well, the herbs don't bother much when you're sorting them." he meowed. He wasn't much of a flirt around her, she really didn't like toms like that, but he tried to say nice things every once in a while. He never said her name much, mostly called her "love", because that was what she was.

He'd heard rumours of Lilith and the other molly, Blade. He didn't believe it, not sure if he was too stubborn or just to blind, but he would never believe it. As he was her stability, she was his. The only barrier between Onyx trying to kill Halite, to make his evil dreams of being "king" come true, was the beautiful molly in front of him. He thought of her, of his kits, how their family seemed like a perfect one, unlike most in the Dusk Syndicate. Where someone died, or the family broke up, or power and fame got the best of them, they killed each other, or all. Power and fame nearly broke this family but Onyx managed to slip away, for the sake of Lilith and his kits.

"So, love, I was thinking maybe when you are done working you can come on a small stroll. See the stars, or the stream. Just talk." he said, smiling at her. His icy-blue orbs showed no coldness, no hate, but love. He loved her, there was no mistaking it, and this love what what kept him from the hate he held in his heart.[/CENTER]

[Fel]

Originally Posted by mony

[LEFT]
Turning his head at her bristling fur, he nodded. "I know this." he said plainly. As he did the flashbacks of the battles flooded his mind, as he took the life from the dark russet and ebony tom. A snarl began to rise in him but he suppressed it enough before it got too loud to be mistaken as directed at Lilith. Clearing his throat, he straightened himself, and watched, listened.

When she said her last words he smiled, a genuine, calm smile. He gave her cheek another lick, and pressed on her lovingly. "Well, the herbs don't bother much when you're sorting them." he meowed. He wasn't much of a flirt around her, she really didn't like toms like that, but he tried to say nice things every once in a while. He never said her name much, mostly called her "love", because that was what she was.

He'd heard rumours of Lilith and the other molly, Blade. He didn't believe it, not sure if he was too stubborn or just to blind, but he would never believe it. As he was her stability, she was his. The only barrier between Onyx trying to kill Halite, to make his evil dreams of being "king" come true, was the beautiful molly in front of him. He thought of her, of his kits, how their family seemed like a perfect one, unlike most in the Dusk Syndicate. Where someone died, or the family broke up, or power and fame got the best of them, they killed each other, or all. Power and fame nearly broke this family but Onyx managed to slip away, for the sake of Lilith and his kits.

"So, love, I was thinking maybe when you are done working you can come on a small stroll. See the stars, or the stream. Just talk." he said, smiling at her. His icy-blue orbs showed no coldness, no hate, but love. He loved her, there was no mistaking it, and this love what what kept him from the hate he held in his heart.[/CENTER]

"...Sure." She whispered, her tail flicking in slight annoyance as she shelved away all of the herbs she yet to reorganize, what with the changing of the seasons having arrived and new herbs already starting to grow, which required her to be out in the territory anyways. Getting up put a slight strain on her paws- it was almost as if she'd been gaining a bit of weight herself, but she hadn't seemed to have been eating much, a mystery which she could solve with some more specific herbs another time. "...They really don't. It's another thing I can count on not having to deal with when I'm busy with sorting them- herbs never talk back, even if they don't make very interesting conversation anyways." She let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out into the clearing- it was a ruckus out there, but she was fine with going on a walk if it made Onyx happier. "Though I'm not exactly sure if it's late enough to see the stars yet- I think the sun's just setting, but I'm not exactly sure." She mumbled, gesturing to the beautiful sky as she looked out of the den quietly.

Her fur was the color of frost, which complimented her rather cold personality- she wasn't the nicest, and didn't enjoy having to act like she was some kind of sweetheart who loved to smile. In all honesty, the act was getting old, and the advice a friend of hers had given her almost seemed reliable, though she chose to wait- there were two lives that were almost hanging in the balance thanks to her doubt, lives that she believed could be in danger thanks to Onyx's... tendency to kill, to attack.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by fenic!

"...Sure." She whispered, her tail flicking in slight annoyance as she shelved away all of the herbs she yet to reorganize, what with the changing of the seasons having arrived and new herbs already starting to grow, which required her to be out in the territory anyways. Getting up put a slight strain on her paws- it was almost as if she'd been gaining a bit of weight herself, but she hadn't seemed to have been eating much, a mystery which she could solve with some more specific herbs another time. "...They really don't. It's another thing I can count on not having to deal with when I'm busy with sorting them- herbs never talk back, even if they don't make very interesting conversation anyways." She let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out into the clearing- it was a ruckus out there, but she was fine with going on a walk if it made Onyx happier. "Though I'm not exactly sure if it's late enough to see the stars yet- I think the sun's just setting, but I'm not exactly sure." She mumbled, gesturing to the beautiful sky as she looked out of the den quietly.

Her fur was the color of frost, which complimented her rather cold personality- she wasn't the nicest, and didn't enjoy having to act like she was some kind of sweetheart who loved to smile. In all honesty, the act was getting old, and the advice a friend of hers had given her almost seemed reliable, though she chose to wait- there were two lives that were almost hanging in the balance thanks to her doubt, lives that she believed could be in danger thanks to Onyx's... tendency to kill, to attack.

She had every right to worry. Onyx's tendencies where not at all pleasant in the least. His love for killing, for striking at the slightest glare added to his deadly personality. He likes spilling blood. Loves the feel, the rush he gets when he ends the life of another poor soul who dared step in his way. They had it coming. But one thing no one realized, not even Lilith, was he was planning. He always had been, always will be, until the moment comes where he could make his plans come to life. It will be a battle, one he will win. But for now that battle only happened in his unbalanced mind. If only he was good, he would actually make for a rather excellent leader. But he killed and murdered, and lost every chance to prove himself.

As she pushed the herbs, he gave a slight smirk. One she couldn't hear. He then turned to the entrance and began to walk, looking back and slowing so she could follow. He liked it when they both walked out and people would look, to see the king and his queen walking out. That's how everyone else saw it. The king and queen walking out. Mostly from his once frequently used name, The False King. And there was not a soul who had not known their relationship. "Ready?" he asked, giving her a smile.

[Vesper]

It has been a few days, since Death came in. from got up and padded outside. The fresh air blew on his face

[bright !]

Originally Posted by woly

"Okay." the hairless tom said softly, focusing on his work. He grazed his tongue gently across the others chest, trying not to hurt him in anyway. It was a pretty awkward place to be licking,seeing as usually mates only got this close but,it was his job after all. To heal cats. "Sometimes I don't see why we resort to violence, when it just hurts us in the end." he mumbled softly, still applying the herbs to the toms chest. It was true, he wasn't one for violence at all,hated it infact. He was a peacemaker, rather then a fighter, which is what lead him to his role as a healer. He liked to heal cats, to make them better and not hurt anymore, but he wish he didn't have to heal, that there were no injuries in the first place.
He sighed.

The white tom was silent for a moment, debating whether or not he should say something. He didn’t fully agree with the hairless tom, but also didn't want to sound ill-mannered. Why did he even care? Well, he was a healer after all and he should show some respect or something since he was healing him. He just usually didn't think before speaking like he did now. “Well, sometimes it's all we think of and all we can resort to.” He huffed. It felt kind of weird to be licked over his chest like this- he wasn't used to cats getting so physically close to him if not in a battle. And considering it was what mates did, that only made it more awkward. No strangers would do this, but again, Percival was a healer. It was merely his job. “I don't think you’d understand.” He mewed rather bluntly, not the smallest bit aware of his tone at first. But of course he wouldn't, he was only talking and doing so as if he'd respond to any other cat. Though, once he noticed it, he regret speaking again. He didn't show how he felt on the inside, so it looked like he meant to sound bitter and the exact opposite of how he wanted to sound.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Bright

The white tom was silent for a moment, debating whether or not he should say something. He didn’t fully agree with the hairless tom, but also didn't want to sound ill-mannered. Why did he even care? Well, he was a healer after all and he should show some respect or something since he was healing him. He just usually didn't think before speaking like he did now. “Well, sometimes it's all we think of and all we can resort to.” He huffed. It felt kind of weird to be licked over his chest like this- he wasn't used to cats getting so physically close to him if not in a battle. And considering it was what mates did, that only made it more awkward. No strangers would do this, but again, Percival was a healer. It was merely his job. “I don't think you’d understand.” He mewed rather bluntly, not the smallest bit aware of his tone at first. But of course he wouldn't, he was only talking and doing so as if he'd respond to any other cat. Though, once he noticed it, he regret speaking again. He didn't show how he felt on the inside, so it looked like he meant to sound bitter and the exact opposite of how he wanted to sound.

I dont think you'd understand. Scars littered his own body, they were apparent on his hairless skin. Him being a healer, he was constantly bullied for his lowest rank, constantly mocked,belittled, when all he wanted to do was help others. I think I know more then you do. He didn't say anything. He wasn't a cat to be rude, he was rather kind when it came to others. "Maybe I don't." he mewed softly,sighing. He continued to lick the herbal liquid onto the toms chest, it still felt somewhat awkward seeing as usually you wouldn't groom another cat there unless you were...close.But it was his job,and he would do it right. The tom reminded him of his brother,blunt and somewhat rude, but he was always drawn to those cats, seeing as he was the exact opposite.

[bright !]

Originally Posted by woly

I dont think you'd understand. Scars littered his own body, they were apparent on his hairless skin. Him being a healer, he was constantly bullied for his lowest rank, constantly mocked,belittled, when all he wanted to do was help others. I think I know more then you do. He didn't say anything. He wasn't a cat to be rude, he was rather kind when it came to others. "Maybe I don't." he mewed softly,sighing. He continued to lick the herbal liquid onto the toms chest, it still felt somewhat awkward seeing as usually you wouldn't groom another cat there unless you were...close.But it was his job,and he would do it right. The tom reminded him of his brother,blunt and somewhat rude, but he was always drawn to those cats, seeing as he was the exact opposite.

Maybe he did say something wrong. But why would he care about what the other tom thought? They did just meet after all. He didn't know him, so didn't know if he was the type of cat who he would bother going through trouble just for a good opinion. Maybe it was his fault, he let it happen, not thinking before speaking, as always. He just couldn't wait to leave to think about it for a moment and continue with his duties as a fighter. He didn't respond, letting the healer do what was necessary to bring him to the best state possible- even if it was an awkward position to be in. They weren't close, so why were they so physically close? It was just Percival's job. It's what every healer did to the cats they didn't know and weren't close to. They had to care for and patch up any cats who've been harmed or gotten sick, no matter who they were. The tom's wounds ached, still wincing slightly when his wounds were touched. At least they were as gentle touches as he could get. He wouldn't want some healer he had never spoken to to open his wounds even more and make them worse, so luckily the hairless tom knew what he was doing.

[graves]

Originally Posted by Bright

Maybe he did say something wrong. But why would he care about what the other tom thought? They did just meet after all. He didn't know him, so didn't know if he was the type of cat who he would bother going through trouble just for a good opinion. Maybe it was his fault, he let it happen, not thinking before speaking, as always. He just couldn't wait to leave to think about it for a moment and continue with his duties as a fighter. He didn't respond, letting the healer do what was necessary to bring him to the best state possible- even if it was an awkward position to be in. They weren't close, so why were they so physically close? It was just Percival's job. It's what every healer did to the cats they didn't know and weren't close to. They had to care for and patch up any cats who've been harmed or gotten sick, no matter who they were. The tom's wounds ached, still wincing slightly when his wounds were touched. At least they were as gentle touches as he could get. He wouldn't want some healer he had never spoken to to open his wounds even more and make them worse, so luckily the hairless tom knew what he was doing.

The chest was the last place to apply herbal liquid too, the rest covered in a layer of the chewed leaves. Green eyes gazed at his herb work, satisfied with what he has done. No matter how many cats saw him everyday,no matter how much it pained him to be a healer and watch his fellow members hurt,he always loved his job. He had scars littered on his own body, mainly from bullying of other cats. The social pyramid was ever tense in the syndicate, cats often reminding him that he was lower then everybody else. He always tried to keeps his hopes up though, giving a soft smile at the patched up fighter. "You're all patched up, though please try to keep it easy,keep those claws to yourself,and come back to me every day so I can reapply your wounds. I don't want you to get sick, okay?" his voice was as if he were a mother, showing genuine concern for the other cat,his eyes soft. He did care about his fellow mates, whether they abused him or not,left scars on him, or anything. He always liked to care for others in anyway he could.

[bright !]

Originally Posted by woly

The chest was the last place to apply herbal liquid too, the rest covered in a layer of the chewed leaves. Green eyes gazed at his herb work, satisfied with what he has done. No matter how many cats saw him everyday,no matter how much it pained him to be a healer and watch his fellow members hurt,he always loved his job. He had scars littered on his own body, mainly from bullying of other cats. The social pyramid was ever tense in the syndicate, cats often reminding him that he was lower then everybody else. He always tried to keeps his hopes up though, giving a soft smile at the patched up fighter. "You're all patched up, though please try to keep it easy,keep those claws to yourself,and come back to me every day so I can reapply your wounds. I don't want you to get sick, okay?" his voice was as if he were a mother, showing genuine concern for the other cat,his eyes soft. He did care about his fellow mates, whether they abused him or not,left scars on him, or anything. He always liked to care for others in anyway he could.

The tom huffed, tail flicking in slight irritation. Why didn’t he want him to be sick? They weren’t close- Why would he care? Just so he wouldn’t have to work on him all over again? Cat’s a-are so lazy these days! He sat up, fur bristling a little, “You’re not my mother! But..” His eyes flickered to his tail wound to all the others over his body. “But I guess I have to listen,” he scoffed. Would he have to walk around camp all day with these green herbs scattered all over his body? He hoped not. That’d be pretty awkward and embarrassing. He looked out the den at the spring clearing and at the other cats who were just fine, being in the condition to be able to go out on a hunt. Stupid wounds. Stupid non-self-healing body. Stupid cats that had to get on his nerves. Might as well just stay since he wouldn’t be able to do anything but lay and breathe. Besides, he’d have to come back every day anyways. He was useless for now, not to mention it’d look awkward to be walking around to green waste sticking all over on his body. “So, uh.. I keep this on?” He motioned with his tail to the green chewed-up herbs on his chest wound.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

[ @AbsurdJinx ]
A black tom walked quietly in the den, practicall hopping due to having one of their front paws pressed to their nose, which upon a closer look was bleeding rather profusely. He was unsure how the bloodflow had started, but even more uncertian how is had started, and didn't want cats to go thinking he got bashed in the nose; only one healer needed to, please and thank you. Turning his angled head, he looked around for somecat to treat it, hoping it wouldn't be someone gossipy or anything.