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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 4:32 pm
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Damn Antelope, damn hooves, damn damn dammit all to the Hells.
Obviously Zira wasn't in a fantastic mood, a hunt had left her paw with a nasty kick from the antelope and despite being as robust as she was - it still hurt to the high heavens, sending the big female to the dens with a limp in her usually steady stride. She had been suggested to go see the medics of the pride, or at least any that were available and it was the quickest way to get out of this stinging bruised paw hell she'd found herself in and bout out hunting and providing for the pride.
Heat half baking her or not, she had to admit that she fully enjoyed being part of the Firekin. It was a definite improvement from the last pride she'd unwillingly been apart of.
But that was - thankfully - ancient, dead history.
Making her way to the medic's dens was much easier with the sand softening her steps, trying to keep as much weight off her paw as possible with the occasional wince as her nerves twinged and she felt things shift under fur. Cuts and scrapes were easier to deal with, one good lick and that was done, she could only imagine how these lions would deal with her.
As she gazed around, her ears swiveled and flicked to see if she could observe anybody before deciding to actually use her brain and call out to someone, getting over that last hurdle of pride and asking for help instead of just waiting.
"Hello? Anybody here a medic? Hunting accident and I'd rather not deal with this for however long it might hurt without intervention."
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2017 12:56 am
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When the pride leaders had announced their plans to travel into lands outside of the border, they had offered to many of the pride lions to go with them. Lots had accepted and the dens of the Firekin were certainly quieter than they had been for a long time. Still, many had stayed behind, and Zuka was one of those lions. He'd done his time exploring much of the world. To stay and offer his services as a medic to those remaining within the borders was his choice.
Things had been incredibly quiet, which to the white lion was a good thing. It meant lions were being responsible, staying away from trouble and danger when out hunting, or just having the luck of being generally healthy.
The medic quarters gave him time to think, and to practice, he wanted to improve, to really become an asset to the pride.
Still, it was easier to practice if there were actual patients.
His ears perked at the call for a medic. He appeared from one of the wards within the den.
"What's the problem?" he asked, quietly. His expression neutral, though his eyes glanced over her trying to see if there were any open wounds he should be aware of. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2017 6:12 pm
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Zira's ears swiveled towards the voice and she arched a brow at the sight of the...incredibly pale lion, huh, she hadn't seen a white lion for a fair few moons. Sure there were white lions in the Firekin, but they were mottled with red or with black or something striking to contrast their pelts, this one just seemed...white with faded bits of grey here and there. Interesting.
So interesting that she was briefly knocked out of her thoughts to why she was here in the first place as the pain shot through her paw again as she set it down and she hissed at her own stupidity.
"Motherfu-!!!" She huffed and thankfully cut herself off with a rough clearing of her throat. "Uhm, my paw...damn antelope stomped it, not sure if it's bruised or worse...better with cuts and scratches you know? Good lick session and that's done with."
She...wasn't the great with small talk. The awkward half smile made that apparent, but the Moto's were the first pride she'd been with that hadn't been completely in her face about one thing or the other...so when it came to small talk she had no real idea what to discuss with them.
"So uhh...could you have a look or?" She sat her rump on the sand and held out the paw, it looked a bit swollen, probably just a bad stomp that would've healed in a few days with some TLC - but she didn't know that. For all she knew, and feared in the back of her head, it was a busted paw. |
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 5:01 am
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Zuka kept a level head. It wasn't uncommon for patients to come in with quite the commotion. Sometimes it was warranted, sometimes not, either way, letting them blow off a bit of steam before he had a poke and a prod was always a good thing. "Mmm," was all he replied as he watched and listened, he wasn't the biggest chatter, and when he had a patient, sometimes he got so wrapped up in his analysis and treatment he could forget there was an actual lion he was interacting with.
His eyes moved to her paw when she mentioned it. He wasn't close enough to check it properly but it was definitely looking tender.
"Come this way," he motioned with his head towards a ward opposite to the one he'd just appeared from. He turned and disappeared into the examination room, leaving her at the entrance to the medic chambers.
"Er, what was your name?" He reappeared briefly, sheepish. His bedside manner was not outstanding. He waited for her to follow this time.
Lightning Shadow X Sorry! Hectic couple of days!!!
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 12:43 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2017 4:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 5:22 pm
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