[Wingnettle]

Originally Posted by AlcatraxMoxie

§------------------| ROOK |-----------------------§
He/Him • Trans- Masc • 26 Moons • Atari Claw
Purrks: Silver Tongue T1 • Killer Aptitude T1 • Bewitched
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《"This is Checkmate."》
(underlined is Bewitched, regular is actual rook)

"No offense made Ares, but I believed that the meeting was to come first. My wounds are trophies, nothing more." Rook responded with a stern, even voice, the blood had now dried completely, scabbing, leaving only scabs from punctures as the show of his fight. The tom remained where he was until he was dismissed, tail flicking and as he was dismissed, he did in fact head for the healers den, giving Quiet Hail a small look.

"talk later?" He asked, sounding hopeful.

"Hello..? Anyone in here..? Ares told me to come here for my wounds-"
@Wingnettle

Blood
Atari healer
he/him | age unknown
Chill of Death



Blood grumbled something under his breath, his grubby pelt all ruffled from sleep. He hated being awakened.
"Hmpf, if you had come sooner maybe I'd have gotten some more sleep. But he knew he couldn't grumble too much since there hadn't been too many patients as of late.

He turned around and sat in his humid den, tail pouncing up and down in a small puddle. He winced at the cold feeling, but remained expressionless.
"Now tell me all about it. Oh, right." He remembered now that he had an apprentice, and a lazy one if you asked him. "Camilla! Come here, now!"

If she didn't arrive in time, he would just begin without her. One healer in the Atari could be enough, right? But who knows how much time I still have...
He took then a quick gaze at Rook's injuries to assess them. They looked like someone had bitten flesh out of him. He knew already what to use, but did he have it in the herb pile?

@@Morrigan