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Post by falconkai on Sept 21, 2012 22:42:29 GMT -5
The sun shone over Gweillan through the greying clouds as Avery hobbled through the market. His hind-legs aching painfully as he limped across the dirt path, making him look all the more weak in compare to the rest of the crowd that dwelled in the market-place. Letting out a wince as a tiny cracking sound was heard in his ears; Renly was going to strangle him, she got so upset whenever he got a stress fracture.
Limping towards a set of stalls, Avery winced as he lowered himself onto the dirt ground. Maybe he could sit for a while before he had to go back to the Brittle House Inn. (Named after his bad sense of humor of course.) Avery smiled, his sickly coloured eyes watching the passing crowds as he sat in the dirt. Waiting for the fracture to dull down, despite his near painless feeling nerves.
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Post by Panda on Sept 21, 2012 23:22:45 GMT -5
An unforgettable ginger witch strolled through town nonchalantly. She was missing her signature purple hat, but why in the world would she wear it in town. She valued her life and telling everyone she was a witch would end up with her dead. She wouldn’t even be in town if she could help it, but sadly a potion she had to buy some flax for a potion she was working on. This one was something someone had ordered, A potion to make someone feel like they were on fire. Now, Ailana didn’t exactly ask what this was for, and frankly she didn’t want to know. She usually tried to keep her customers business out of hers. She also needed to come to down to go to the apothecary’s shot and buy some more newt eyes and dried skin. Oh the life of a potion maker!
She had already collected the flax and now she was headed over to the little apothecary shop. She visited their often, but never spoke to the owner. In fact she tried not to talk to anyone unless she believed they could better themselves with some sort of concoction of her own. She passed a light colored cat sitting on the ground looking like he was in pain, hm he might have use of her services. She’d ask him later. She secured her newt objects from the shop across the street, and quietly strode back over to this tom.
“You ok, Buddy?” She didn’t make eye contact and she tried not to sound friendly. She clung her hands to the jars of newt eyes and twitched her small tail waiting for his response
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Post by falconkai on Sept 21, 2012 23:50:20 GMT -5
Avery looked up at the ginger she-cat from his spot on the ground, his sickly eyes and coyote smile making him seem older than his mischief filled two years. "Aye, just a young cripple, Ginger." Avery smiled, using his fore-legs to push himself into an upright sitting position in the dirt. Before offering a boney paw to shake in greeting. "Avery; Brittle-Boned Inkeeper, Lantern-Maker and Probably a moron." He drawled, still holding out a boney paw in greeting as his crooked tail swept the dirt in long arcs.
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Post by Panda on Sept 22, 2012 0:19:01 GMT -5
Ailana was intrigued by this strange tom. He had extremely interesting eyes, which made Ailana wonder if he maybe had albinism, or possibly something else. It probably wasn’t albinism. His eyes weren’t red after all. A smirk found its way onto her face and she smiled at the guy, shaking his hand politely. “Nice to meet you mr. Avery. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a name of that sort. I think I’ve been to your inn before.” She nodded, “I’m Ailana,” She paused not sure how to state her job. She laughed under her breath before saying, “I make potions of magic sorts, and that’s pretty much it.” She glanced down at his leg, and tilted her head slightly, “Do you have a fracture? That might take a while to heal, and you’ll want to get a splint.” |
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Post by falconkai on Sept 22, 2012 0:30:54 GMT -5
Avery winked, his sandy fur shining dully in the daylight, Avery was no stranger to criminals and witches in his Inn. "Yeah I get that alot... Witchey" Avery grinned as he pulled the tool kit from his belt and leaned sideways to grab a stick that lay in the dirt. "Well, ya gonna take a seat or not?" Ave question, quickly jerking his head to the side as an invitation to sit while he made the splint. His boney paws using leather strips to tie the stick to his hind-leg as he muttered and cursed the creator for giving him the brittle-bone disease.
"I wouldn't have lived this long without knowing how to make a splint." Avery chuckled, not even wincing as he cinched the splint tight to his leg. He was immune to most of fracture's pains after two years of this he was surprised he was still walking let alone running.
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