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Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 17, 2017 21:53:35 GMT
Carjen cursed himself angrily as he hastily rounded a sharp turn and skidded slightly on the loose gravel of the only path through this section of mountains. He should’ve sent one of his serfs to do this job, he was too busy, work was piling up, after the storms a few weeks ago he really should’ve stayed back at the keep and overseen the work needed to be done there. But he’d just had to get out, didn’t he? He had to be a restless jaguar who needed to be free and roaming, didn’t he? A trip to Airen, he’d said, it would be fun he’d said. He just had some armor to deliver and then he’d be off, he could head home though the southern pass that lead toward Duskmire, he could’ve stopped in the watervalle and had some time to himself in the calming waters. It would’ve been great.
If only bandits weren’t a thing. Petty scum just looking for some quick coin, if any of them were werebeasts he would’ve given it to them had they’d asked, but instead they’d greeted him with knives, arrows, and threats and he could do nothing but turn tail and run. Fortunately, he did almost all of his traveling these days in his jaguar form so he’d already had a speed advantage on them, but three of them had been on horseback and he could still hear their thundering hooves on the rocks as they followed him up the steep incline and around the sharp turns. Arrows flew over his back as they shot at him, hastily attempting to slow him down, but the jaguar was swift and the path was sharp, harsh and jagged, it was impossible to get a good shot at him, he wasn’t really concerned about being hit. He just wanted to keep the gold that jingled softly in the pouch he carried on his side, a crude leather harness bound around his chest with saddle bags hanging to either side of it. It was how he carried his wears.
The path before him narrowed as he sprinted, trying desperately to gain some distance. He hoped the perilous nature of the environment would slow them down, their horses uninterested in slipping over the side of the path and tumbling to their deaths, but it didn’t seem to be the case. As he panted and sprinted, the path narrowed further and further, until the outside toes of his paws were literally dangling over the edge. His head swam as he looked down, what could’ve been miles of space between him and the ground. And then suddenly, he looked up to find his path blocked by another bandit, this one on foot, standing in a wide stance as though to simply grab the cat. Carjen grinned and hefted his speed as much as he could, slamming into the man with the force of six hundred pounds of pure muscle and sinew. It was like trying to hold on to a tidal wave. The man was toppled easily, the jaguar shouldering the smaller figure out of the way, but as the man fell on his back, the gravel beneath them both gave way and sent both of them tumbling ungracefully, desperately, frighteningly, over the side.
Suddenly, Carjen was falling, the ground was miles away, there was nowhere to turn, no way to run or hide from this, he was falling. To his death.
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 18, 2017 17:37:21 GMT
Shaecayrn had made her way through the winding paths of the Naihan Mountains wilderness carefully, knowing that the mountains held a wealth of crystals that she could use for any number of uses. Mostly, though, she sought plain quartz, an energy storage. Her next several experiments would require it. After all, her successes so far had nearly drained her in her workings. What would the next several require of her? So, she wandered, mostly on foot, but with her dapple grey gelding beside her, walking patiently. She had wrapped his feet to save his hooves from the sharp shale in the area, and the gravel. As a plus, it also muffled his steps.
The mage was near the bottom of the valley, pawing gently through the gravel as one of her stone beads, spelled for tracking quarts, hovered over the area. There was a deposit nearby, somewhere among the gravel at the base of this cliff. Her fingers were digging deeper when the solid crack and then the sound of crumbling rock echoed through the area. Dark eyes looked up sharply, and sought out what could possibly have made the noise. Was there an avalanche? Was she in danger?
There was no sign of a true rockfall, though part of the cliff a bit further down was tumbling down, gravel pulling more gravel in a mini avalanche. As her eyes followed this up, she caught sight of two figures tumbling from the sky. Above them, three horses were pulled up to a halt, the called orders of the bandits echoing down to her, even as the two figures, one person, the other feline, tumbled through the sky toward the ground. There was no more time to hesitate.
Shaecayrn's hands twisted in a complex gesture as she sang out a chant. The air around the jaguar and bandit thickened, cushioning and slowing their fall. But she had started too late to truly stop it. Instead, they simply slowed before they crashed into the ground. The bandit screamed as the sound of breaking bones echoed through the mountains. The mage, curious now, waved her bead back into her pouch, swung onto her horse, and trotted over to where the two lay upon the ground. The human was obviously a bandit. He was rag tag, armed, and looked like he hadn't showered or bathed for quite some time.
The feline, however... Her dark eyes looked it over, head tilting. She dismounted from the horse, stepping closer without hesitation. A flick of her wrist sent a sharp rock across the man's throat, leaving him bleeding without a second though. Even as he choked, she stepped over to the jaguar. Her voice was cool, but curious. "You are far from where the home for your kind is, pretty one." She looked over him, assessing what injuries the cat had. Those eyes were far too intelligent for a mere feline. And the bandits above did not look done. Perhaps it was best to leave now.
"Lets patch you up then, lovely. Come with me." Another murmured chant lifted the feline, draping him carefully over her saddle. Air cushioned him even as she began to lead the horse away from the area. Her goal was a cave that was maybe five miles away, and it would be hitting evening as they reached it.
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Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 26, 2017 13:27:36 GMT
They always said life flashed before your eyes when you were about to die, but Carjen saw nothing but ground and sky in a tumbling rotation. His mind went blank. He didn’t wonder what would happen to his keep without him, who would take over and would they even do a good job of it, even if that was at the forefront of his mind when he was on solid ground. No he just tumbled, the air cool against his back as he twisted to fruitlessly land on his feet instead. Then it was against his belly where his fur was thinner, almost chilling as summer gave way to autumn and the mountains turned cold, and he’d twist again, falling back first again in this never ending spin. It was all that he could do. He was going to die, it was just that simple. Everything he’d come to know and love and hate and feel and think and ponder about was for nothing, it would all stop here, right now, as the ground rushed up at him. This was the end of it all.
And then the air around him changed, ‘thickened’ is really the only way to describe it, like a swamp on a warm day it took on the consistency of soup rather than thin dry mountain air. He noticed it enough to think ‘what the fuck’ before there was a sickening thwack and everything went dark, immediately, like a light switch in his brain had gone off. Then there was nothing, like being a sleep time seemed to jump forward and all he really knew about it was it was dark and a little chilly. As if expecting a blanket, he rolled lightly to one side, apparently having been laying on his stomach, but only cold stone greeted his side and in a sudden moment of realization, he knew he was not in bed.
Memory of the fall rushed him like a wave on the ocean and immediately he went to sit up, to scramble to his feet, but all that really happened was the jaguar on the floor of the cave kind of jerked and flailed for a moment, paws scrambling against loose stone, clearly unaware of where the ground even was, before he seemed to immediately tire, panting and clueless. His eyes were open but he couldn’t see, it was strange. It wasn’t dark, it just wasn’t an image either, and it was minutes of resting, panting heavily where he lay on his side before the blotches of color came into focus and he could finally make out the shape of stones in a wall that curved high above his head. They glowed a gentle orange hue, clearly illuminated by a fire or light of some sort but that was the extent of what he could glean about his environment in the moment before the rest of him seemed to catch up with the day’s happenings and pain simply engulfed every part of him. He growled and squeezed his eyes shut against it, the light suddenly blinding despite it’s obvious dimness. His head swam and his whole left side felt like he was resting it against a volcano, lava in his veins and lightning across his fur. He wanted to assess the damage, but thinking was like moving through tar, everything came to him slow and sluggishly.
How had he lived? Why was he not a blood spot and some gore on the bottom of a valley? He paused to calm himself, to keep his thoughts from tumbling as they were and decided to start simply. His name was Carjen, he knew that. He had a castle in Mir, his house sigil was a cat, he liked to cook and sew and hunt sometimes. He opened his eyes again, slowly, cautiously, peering around the room gingerly as moving his head caused everything to blur together again. He was in a cave of some sort, blue and gray rocks for walls and flat slabs for a floor. There was a bit of vegetation at the entrance, hiding it somewhat, but beyond it the sky was dark and featureless. It was night time, he wasn’t sure of the date and that unnerved him. He made a confused noise, something of a meow but deep and rumbling, like it could’ve been a roar had he the gumption. He lifted his head to look around more thoroughly.
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 26, 2017 14:14:37 GMT
Shimmer loved the mountains. Not only were they riddled with so many of the crystals she loved, but they were filled with caves. Small and large and inbetween, caverns of great size or winding warrens that one could get lost in if they were not careful, all of them were of use to her. She had several caches of supplies that she hid along her most common routes, campsites that never were washed away by the weather unless an avalanche tumbled the side of the mountain entirely. And it was to one of these caves that she brought the enormous feline. And he was entirely huge, certainly larger than her, maybe even half as large as her mount, or close to it. That alone was impressive, considering that her dapple grey gelding was well over a thousand pounds. She hid their tracks with swaths of wind to pull the dust and gravel over her trail, leaving the bandits nothing to find, and found one of the nearby caves. It was partly hidden by brush, made almost completely of blue-grey slate, and while large enough to be comfortable, it was small by comparison to so many of the others. Gently, she moved the cat from her horse. He had fallen into unconscious, and part of her felt relief. It would be easier for him that way. The mage assessed his injuries, and determined that none of them were fatal, before she left him be for now, to take care of the horse. Once her mount was resting comfortably, she build a small fire, shifting it's nature with her magic to burn far better on less wood, because she did not have much. If it failed entirely, she would have to shift to a mage-light that created heat as well. A small pot came out, and bundles of herbs. Healing, while her ability allowed for it, was best taken care of in the more normal ways, particularly since she did not have a full understanding of how the feline body worked. She would hate to heal his ribs wrong and leave the cat unable to move properly. So she packed her pot with herbs and water, boiling it down into a salve. It was nighttime, the dusk having fallen quite a while back, when the jaguar suddenly lunged and flailed. Her eyes turned to him. Was he having a seizure? Had he harmed his head? But no, he stilled, panting, and then seemed to look around slowly before stilling. Not much later, a low noise came from him, a sound that was unmistakably confused. Her lips tilted slightly and as he began to lift his head to look around, she drew his attention to her, still unsure if he was more than a jaguar, but better safe than sorry in these parts. Sitting by the fire, she was as dark as the shadows themselves, the fire reflecting off of her nearly black skin and leaving her a burnt orange, flickering look. "You are in a cave, lovely one. Safe from the raiders that chased you, and alive. Perhaps not completely well, but I do not wish to heal you wrongly. I only stopped the worst of the bleeding until I could... fully assess your wounds." The scent of her salve was a pleasant, herby scent, but she knew it would be much stronger to a cat's nose. She pulled it a little further away from the fire, and slowly rose, stepping toward the jaguar. Her boots shifted the gravel gently, and her approach was cautious, though she was quite confident in her movements. "Can you stand? Walk?" The mage paused when she stood not too far from the cat, and slid into a crouch near him, eyes looking over his black coat, and waiting to see if that flicker of intelligence she'd seen in his eyes was true. Just her luck that she might find an actual jaguar that wasn't a werebeast in the mountains. Carjen Brando
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Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 28, 2017 14:04:01 GMT
The voice startled him but he didn’t have it in him to show it, not the energy or the alertness to start or shudder or do anything. He just dragged his head in her direction, his cheek resting lazily on the floor, green eyes wide and questioning. He could barely see her at first where she sat in the shadows on the other side of a small fire, he had to blink several times to clear his vision, to get the room to stop shifting beneath him so that things were straight and made sense to him. And even then, that was little consolation. What he saw was a woman, lithe but sturdy, with skin as dark as his own. Immediately he noticed the strange tattoo on her face, the lines white and blinding against her ebony skin, they shone brightly in the darkness and he squinted at them, confused. A mage? That would certainly explain a lot. Perhaps she had seen him fall and used her magic to save him. The idea sickened him, or maybe it was the concussion, one of the two. He would be in her debt if that was true, and Carjen was a man who always paid off his debts, it made them an annoyance to collect.
Rolling slowly, gingerly, he sat up somewhat as she moved toward him, talking softly, moving with the right amount of cautious thought that made him a little less wary of her. She seemed more afraid of him than he was of her, so there was some comfort in that. He lifted his head from the stone and sat, laid out on his belly again as he had started. It was more comfortable than lying on his side, easier to breathe at the very least, but the room spun circles around him again as he moved and he had to pause with his eyes closed to let it clear again. He blinked a few times, groaning quietly.
“I don’t…” His mind was hazy, his thoughts a little jumbled, speaking telepathically was difficult and he stumbled to find words.
“I don’t think I want to try.” He said finally after a moment. His breath came in heavy panting puffs of air, almost visible in the cool night air. He looked down at himself thoughtfully. He definitely had some sort of a head injury, every movement made his vision blur and things doubled and tripled before him almost randomly. But he was aware, the woman was a mage, he was a werebeast, he could remember his sister and what he ate for dinner last night, he could understand his name and what happened to him. He wasn’t brain damaged at least, a concussion at worst, it’d go away with rest and time. He was more concerned about his ribs, which pained him with every huff of his breath. They were at least bruised if not broken, every intake of air was stabbing and burning, but he wasn’t coughing and there was no blood coming from him, if the bones were splintered in any way they at least weren’t piercing anything, that was good. He flexed his toes experimentally, digging his claws into the stone beneath his feet. His forelegs seemed fine, there was a dull ache in his shoulder but it was a bruise at worst, it certainly didn’t seem to hinder his movements at all. He tried his back legs, pulling them up to his sides.
This was where he encountered a problem. Moving his left hind leg immediately sent thunderbolts of sheer agony to his brain and he yowled in pain, almost growling down at the offensive limb. It was broken in at least one place, probably two. The bones would need to be set back into proper alignment and the whole limb bandaged to heal properly. He hissed again, gingerly flexing his toes. At least he could feel the entire limb, there was definitely no nerve damage, no they were definitely working fine. He growled again, looking back at the offending limb. His right leg seemed fine at least.
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 30, 2017 14:57:01 GMT
The jaguar rolled back onto his belly with a careful sort of motion that lent a bit more truth to her thoughts that he was a werebeast, not just a cat. He stared at her with confused eyes, a beautiful emerald color even in this dim light, and huffed softly with the effort it had taken to roll back onto his stomach. Moments later, a deep voice rumbled into her mind, and she started slightly. Then her head tilted, and she listened closely as he managed to complete a sentence. She watched for a moment as he seemed to go over himself until he yowled with pain as he tried to shift his left hind leg. Quietly she spoke again. "You've got quite a bit of bruising, and you hit your head hard. Your hind leg is broken, I can fix that, and you may have cracked ribs. I am less familiar with a feline's body than a human's, though, and I did not want to set them wrongly." She slid closer, knowing now that he was intelligent, and frowned a little. A moment later she cleared her throat. "I can heal your leg, at least, but the rest would be much easier if you were not feline." Cautiously, she shifted closer. "If you give me a few minutes I can numb the leg so that I can set it and then heal it properly. Your ribs would be easier if you were human, but if you give me time I can fix those as well. Your head... I might be able to help a little." Shimmer muttered and lifted her hand towards the salve she had left at the fire's edge. The pot floated over to her, along with a what looked to be a rag. For a moment, she turned stern as she moved closer to him, within reach of him. "If you maul me whilst I try to help, I will let you limp home on a broken leg. And I'm pretty sure the bandits are still out there. So keep your claws sheathed." Her hands were steady and firm, but gentle as she began to spread the salve over his broken leg, particularly gentle over the area where the bones were broken. But there was also where she lay the salve the thickest. It was several long minutes of careful work to spread the salve over as much of his leg as she could reach without moving it. A numbing sensation would begin to seep into his muscles and skin as she did so, when she finished, she moved again, using water from a travel-skin to rinse the salve from her hands. It would take a few minutes for it to truly to seep in and numb fully. "Healing can be difficult. Often it will share the cost of it between us both, so don't be surprised if you are extremely hungry after this. I have food by the fire." With one last look at the feline, she delved into her magic, a gentle, sing song chant coming from her lips. Shimmer fell into her magic, using it to pull gently at the leg without shifting it, until the bone scraped into place. That would be minorly painful still, as it was bone, and the salve really only numbed the skin and muscles. There was indeed two different spots that it was broken. Both, though, were simple breaks that were easy to pull back into place. After it was in place, her mind turned to healing and strengthening the bone, and the torn muscle around it. The magic would be a tingly feeling, like electricity running through his body. The healing itself seemed to last forever to her, though she knew that it was not as long as it felt. When she came out of her trance though, she knew his leg was healed, and for a moment she sat back on her heels. "How is your head, lovely? Are you dizzy? If I help, could you move closer to the fire?" She wasn't sure how she would help an enormous feline yet, but she was sure she could. Carjen Brando
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Post by Carjen Brando on Oct 9, 2017 16:58:02 GMT
The panther huffed, laughing quietly to himself, amused by her caution, only to be painfully chastised for it by his ribs. He liked that she was concerned about being mauled, he’d met plenty of people who were strangely ignorant of the idea. It felt good to be feared, to be respected for what he was- a powerful beast capable of killing with swiftness and ease, he worked long and hard to build up his reputation as such a thing, a monster, an animal, and it was nice to see it so clearly recognized. But this was not the time or place, nor was he in any semblance of the condition to do anything with it at the moment. He could tear the girl’s face off if he wanted to, could turn on his side and flail his good legs and claws in her direction, he’d tear off some soft tissue for sure. But where would that get him? More pain and down a helpful hand. He had no intentions of doing any such thing to this woman, assuming she did nothing worse to him. Though clearly amused by her warning against mauling her, he said nothing neither contrary nor confirming, leaving his true thoughts ambiguous.
He watched with a feigned disinterest as he reached for his leg, tensing himself against any pain but finding her touch gentle. The salve was cold, especially in the cool air of the night, but his fur kept it from being too bothersome and though he watched carefully, he made no movement that suggested any concern. As she finished, he flexed his toes experimentally, finding the limb still extremely painful but, ready for it this time, he did nothing but hiss quietly and wait. She did say it would take a few minutes, so he put on his patient pants and took some time reassessing his surroundings. Moving his head still caused his vision to blur so he tried to turn only once, to look in the direction of the fire. There he noticed the horse for the first time, standing in the background, munching on something. Though he was fond of horses, taking great pains to keep his own steed happy when he was around, the cat in him was restless and hungry and immediately he felt pangs in his stomach at the sight of prey. He of course knew better than to hunt someone’s horse but he’d have to get some food in him at some point. He eyed the fire curiously, sniffing the air audibly, his curiosity showing a bit.
It did him well, served as a good distraction when suddenly hands were on him again and there was a most unpleasant grinding sensation. He jumped, startled and his face screwed up in a sneer at the pain that radiated but he bit his tongue and made no noise, eying the cave entrance warily as though worried someone might hear. It was… unpleasant was too soft a word but painful was too harsh. The numbing salve had done its job and it was an almost arthritic skeletal pain that was lightning as it moved but then almost gone once the bones were back in place. It mystified him a little, how quickly and easily it seemed to be fixed. He watched the mage move with curious eyes, listened to her chant with curious ears, but said nothing, he knew what it looked like when someone was at work and, as he preferred not to be interrupted when he worked, he simply sat there and waited, looking as though expecting something spectacular- a glow, maybe some runes to appear floating in the air, that’s how it always was in the storybooks. Real magic was far more drab it appeared.
As she finished, he flexed the limb experimentally- first just his toes, which he wiggled against the stone. Then slowly, he pulled the leg to his side and folded it, finding the bones now suddenly solid. It was all still numb, the stone was cold beneath his foot but most of the limb tingled at best. Walking would still be a challenge. Still, he stood anyway, slowly, very gingerly, still in a lot of pain from his other injuries. “I’ll be fine, just let me…”
He trailed off, limping, stumbling a little like a kitten still learning to walk, trying to remember what it felt like to have his feet under him. But after a step or two, he seemed to manage and walked the short distance to the fire where he was quick to sit down again, opposite of where her ingredients and salves and things were all laid out neatly. He settled, breathing out slowly in a long obviously relaxing exhale, his shoulders slouching and his ears relaxing. He nodded.
“That is much better…” He started somewhat hesitantly, as if he didn’t exactly know what he wanted to say. Truthfully, he knew what to say just not how to say it. It wasn’t often that people helped him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to express his gratitude in a genuine way. He settled for a simple nod in her direction. “Thank you.”
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 11, 2017 6:00:26 GMT
Shimmer rocked back on her heels as she finished, feeling the tax upon her energy. Gently, she reached magically to crystals within the mountain. The very reason she had come here was these crystals, so good for storing energy for any purpose. She watched as Carjen tested how his paw and leg moved, and then rose as he did. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if he slipped and fell, but she felt like she would do something, surely. Not that she could physically lift a six hundred pound feline. His voice was odd in her head, new, and different. Idly, she wondered if she could manage to find some way to speak in such a way. Would it allow for her to speak to those she could not see? There was only so much she could spend thinking on that one. Carjen stumbled, walking like he was unsure of where to place his enormous paws, and then settling, eventually, by the fireside. His voice sounded within her head again. Was it something anyone could hear? Or just her? She nodded in return, offering a small smile to the were-jaguar, and moved to pack away the ingredients for the salve she had used. It all neatly went back into one of her saddle bags. She didn’t want to step on any of it while moving around. With little hesitation, but a healthy respect for the teeth that she knew were inside of his mouth, she placed a place that had seemed superfluous in front of him. On it was what looked like half of a rabbit, bones and all. ”It is partly cooked. I was unsure if you would prefer raw or not. That, and … well I wasn’t sure if you were just a feline, or something more. Though, I didn’t believe bandits would chase just a feline.” Her voice was a gentle alto, murmuring through her thoughts before her gaze landed directly on him. ”What is your name?” She settled onto the ground across the fire from him, fascination in her gaze. Carjen Brando
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Post by Carjen Brando on Oct 22, 2017 2:02:00 GMT
“Carjen.” He huffed, looking down at the plate. He was famished and he wanted to dive into it like a wild animal, but distrust gave him pause. He really appreciated this woman’s help, he really did, and some part of him wanted to trust her, but another equally large part of him did not and it showed in the hesitant way that he took his time reaching down for the rabbit, sniffing it a few times, before finally seeming to decide to heft it into his jaws and crunch on it loud and grotesquely. It was gone in but a moment, soon nothing but a bit of hair sticking to his whiskers remained of it and he lapped that away hungrily with a swipe of his wide pink tongue.
A sound at the cave entrance startled him and he jumped visibly but it appeared to only be a few rocks falling from their places somewhere above to their new home somewhere down below and he relaxed again after a moment, cursing himself for being so jumpy. He didn’t like to be injured. Sure the pain was no fun and the difficulty moving was always a hassle, but really it was the way others took advantage of him in his weakness, that was the most aggravating aspect of it. He liked to be strong, to be on top of things at all times, to be the man on the throne, in the chair, above everyone, yet here he was taking handouts like a stray dog. It disgusted him. He growled lowly, quietly, to himself, still hungry and unnerved. But he said nothing about what was bothering him, only glared quietly into the fire, green eyes cold and harsh.
“How um…” Still unsure how to do the social thing, he hesitated a tad, distracted by his own thoughts, trying to break free of them. He shook his head, clearing it a bit but swayed slightly in his seat when the room spun around him. He made a sound like he was clearing his throat, though he didn’t need to do so to speak, it was all telepathy. “How long was I…?”
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Post by shaecayrn on Oct 25, 2017 18:41:21 GMT
She offered a small smile. "Pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances. I'm known as Shimmer." The cave fell into an almost awkward silence and the feline first hesitated, then all but swallowed the rabbit whole. A sort of fascination came into the mage's eyes, having caught a glimpse of his jagged molars. Felines were a relatively efficient sort of beast. Perhaps she needed to play with more of them in her workroom. So far, only the lynx had been somewhat a success. Sadly, they just didn't seem to adjust as well to being loyal beasts. Perhaps the dogs were better subjects, so far as that went.
His voice sounded again in her mind as he asked how long he had been unconscious. Shimmer pondered for a moment. "The rest of the day and well into the night. It is perhaps close to midnight now. So... Not quite twelve hours." She hesitated slightly and then shifted slightly, beginning to add herbs to a bowl and grind them. "Would you like me to try to ease your head? I cannot say I will succeed, but it would perhaps be better than being dizzy."
It was odd a bit. Perhaps neither one of them was truly that good at socializing. She certainly wasn't fully sure what to do with a cat that was speaking to her mind.
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