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Hawthorne
Thanks to the tireless work of Solodin's finest doctors and Healers, Hawthorne was recovering well after his near-fatal encounter with Rocket.The rouge Quell's poison had weakened him considerably, but the captain had recovered from far worse wounds at the hands of the Howlers. Still, Hawthorne had known not to push himself too hard while he was still healing.
Feeling the white hot pain searing through his chest, the captain knew he had accidentally reopened his still healing wound. Rocket's blade had left a deep and jagged wound which would eventually leave a nasty scar. A gruesome addition to the impressive collection of scars decorating his muscled chest. Jagged claw, talon and teeth marks lined his tanned skin, giving him a rugged look that somehow suited him.
Hawthorne coughed painfully, his chest wracked with agonizing pain as he pressed his hands to his wound in an effort to stop the bleeding. The nerve wracked captain took a few small, slow breaths, willing himself to stay calm. Seconds felt like lifetimes as he waited alone in the hospital room for a nurse to arrive. As soon as he spotted Kyran, the Captain offered him a crooked smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Just couldnt resist seeing me again, huh?" He joked lightheartedly, before almost doubling over in pain with a loud curse. Spots danced before his eyes, though Hawthorne stubbornly blinked them away. " S-sorry! Sorry.. I'm okay." He said through gritted teeth, "I just panicked a bit when I saw the ah... bood." The weary earth Quell cracked a weak smile, moving his hand away from the bloodied bandages so Kyran could get a better look. As a warrior, Hawthorne was quite used to seeing blood, though most of the time it wasn't his own.
Hawthorne watched as Kyran worked, holding completely still for him. " I feel okay, though... my heart's beating like crazy and my face feels warm. Im pretty sure that's a normal reaction to being treated by the most handsome nurse in all of Solodin" He quipped cheekily. The stony faced captain usually wasnt quite so flirty, but he was half delirious from blood loss and the thrill of his new crush.
A bought of coughing snapped the Captain out of his lovesick daze, however. His throat felt dry and scratchy, the faint, iron-y taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. Hawthorne licked his lips, offering Kyran a sheepish smile," Some water would be nice."
Juniper
Juniper sat on the bed beside Celeste, keeping watch over her diligently while she slept. She most likely didnt need any protection in the Quell hospital, but he was quite content to act as her personal little guard puppy. The young Howler smiled softly to himself as he gazed at his sleeping lady love, his deep purple eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration. Celeste was undoubtedly one of the most attractive Quell in Solodin, but to Juniper, she was more beautiful to him than the moon goddess with her pastel colored hair spread about on her pillow like a halo.
With the utmost care, Juniper affectionately brushed a soft lock of pastel hair from Celeste's face. " You're so lovely, honey bunny~" He murmured softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Juniper almost let out a frightened squeak as Celeste sat up so suddenly. Her panic startled him, though he was quick to try to reassure her. " A project? What kind of project? Maybe I can help you" He questioned, giving her hand a gentle squeeze," You've got to take it easy though, bunny! You still need plenty of rest" Juniper said worriedly. He knew the beautiful Quell was much stronger than even he knew, but she had just barely recovered from the lethal poison that had very nearly killed her.
Remembering the small bouquet flowers in his hands, Juniper shyly presented them to Celeste, looking to her with a familiar crooked grin. " I wasn't sure what kind of flowers you liked, but I hope these are pretty enough." He chuckled, gently taking Celeste's hand before kissing the back of it.
Basil
After the few days events, Basil found herself understandably a bit disheveled. Her clothes were stained with dark red splotches of blood, none of which was her own. Her normally smooth dark green curls had become a bit frizzy from so much running around and her makeup smudged from tears. Basil took out a small compact, frowning a bit onto the small mirror. " I look a fright," She muttered to herself, gazing at her tired eyes as she fruitlessly tried to rub away the dark circles under them. Biting her lip in worry, she tried to smooth out her tousled green curls before giving up with a soft sigh. Since Hawthorne had been sleeping peacefully and Juniper was with Celeste, the young earth Quell quickly decided that things were under control long enough for her to run home for a quick shower and a change of clothes.
Basil stepped out of the hospital with a contented sigh, eager to get out and stretch her legs outside. The underground city seemed almost sleepy as the first rays of light began to bathe Solodin in warm light. It was almost impossible not to stop and admire the stunning magical sunrise. It truly was a beautiful sight to see. Though, Basil didnt stop for long to admire it as she normaly would. She was on a mission to have a hot bath and change clothes so that she could hurry back to the hospital before anyone woke up.
The Montaigh mansion was only a short walk from the hospital and it wasn't long before Basil arrived at the lavish home she shared with her brother. Her heart fluttered as she stepped through the tall iron gate, crossing the garden where she and Arion had cuddled and kissed the previous night. The thought made her blush bright red and the young earth Quell quickly strode inside the large home.
Basil marched straight up to her bathroom, locked the door and undressed before turning on the water as hot as it would go. Once it was warm enough, she stepped into her shower with a contented sigh. The steaming hot water felt wonderful on her skin, letting it wash away all the grime and stress of the previous days.
A short while later, she emerged, wrapped in a fluffy pink bathrobe, smelling sweetly of a floral scented shampoo. Humming cheerfully, she wandered over to her bedroom's impressive closet, which was filled with all sort of clothes, ranging from fashionable designer ballgowns to comfortable sweaters. After trying on many different outfits, she decided on a knee-length, deep purple dress that had been embroidered with tiny silver stars, a dark denim jacket and black ballet flats. Basil decided to leave her short, deep green curls loose, though she braided several daisies in her hair, like a delicate fairy crown. To complete the look, Basil applied her favorite deep plum lipstick, did a quick smokey eye look and drew a tiny black star on her soft, pale cheek as a playful beauty mark. She also spritzed on a bit of her usual perfume, which smelled citrusy and floral, with a hint of pomegranate. Happily, she did a bit of a twirl, feeling a bit like a fairy princess in her own unique way.
Basil decided to walk back from the mansion, giving her a bit of time to de-stress a bit. Solodin seemed to slowly be waking up as Quell began to start their morning chores and routines. Basil passed by a few members of the Guard, who asked about her brother, Arion and Celeste, but Basil was too shy and in too much of a hurry to stop and talk to anyone. Once she arrived at the hospital, she felt much more like her usual cheerful self. Things seemed fairly quiet in the clean, antiseptic scented hallways, though the Solodin hospital always seemed to be bustling with activity.
Basil headed up towards Hawthorne's room, quite eager to check on him even though she had scarcely been gone for more than half an hour or so. Distracted by fretting over her brother, the young earth Quell scarcely noticed anyone else in the hallway until, of course, one of the most attractive Quell in Solodin crashed into her. " Oh my stars! I'm terribly sorry, I must not have been looking where I was going!" Basil apologized as she looked up, plump lips formed a perfect little "o" in surprise as she looked up to see Vanilla. Her cheeks began to flush bright pink as she instantly recognized the attractive model, " Miss Van Ness!" She squeaked, blushing even harder as she realized how close the attractive Quell was to her. Like so many Quell living in Solodin, Basil had been a fan of Vanilla's work for quite some time. And here she was, practically being embraced by her hero.
Though, Basil quickly snapped out of her fangirling as soon as she heard Arion's voice behind Vanilla. She tried to peek around Vanilla, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest.
" Arion? Arion!" Basil exclaimed, her deep green eyes lighting up with pure joy. She tried to untangle herself from Vanilla, all while apologizing profusely to the attractive model for bumping into her, before rushing over to Arion. She beamed up at him, overjoyed to see him looking so much livelier than he had been previously. Not to mention, he was drop dead gorgeous with his stunning makeup and outfit. Somehow, Arion was even more handsome than the young earth Quell had remembered. She had never seen him in his work clothes before, but somehow he made them look unfairly sexy. It was no wonder countless Quell were all clamoring for his attention.
" Its nice to see you looking so lively and less... covered in blood " Basil smiled up at Arion shyly, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure of what to do with her hands. Gently, she took Arion's hand in her much smaller one and gave it an affectionate squeeze. " I was worried about you! Are you feeling better?" She asked, looking up to him with a shy smile.
Gilly
As the sun began to rise, the normally bustling Howler village seemed to be subdued. A mounting anxiety could be sensed throughout the pack. A group of warriors had gathered in the the village square, sharpening their weapons and readying their armor. Many Howlers had volunteered to go on the scouting mission and many more had come to watch them set off on their mission.
Thing seemed grim, but Gilly couldnt help but feel a small sense of pride stirring in his chest as he saw his pack mates in their gleaming battle armor. The pack was united against the humans and he was confident that they would survive a war with the humans, just as they had when fighting against the Quell. Though, things would be different than fighting against the humans, especially since the humans vastly outnumbered even both the Quell and the Howlers combined. But, Gilly wasnt too worried. After all, there was nothing more resilient than a Howler warrior with their back against a wall.
Gilly didn't bother to wait with the others in the square, though he greeted them all with cheerful words and reassuring claps on their backs. Cheerfully, the young derr Howler headed to Endymion and Miri's home with his leather satchel in tow.
" Oi! Miri!" He waved and flashed a crooked grin up at the younger girl as soon as he spotted her. " I hope you didn't eat breakfast yet! My ma made us some pastries" He called up to her, " Here, catch!" Gilly tossed up a still warm, berry filled pastry. " If your grumpy brother wants one too, he can have one. I'm feeling extra generous today!" He teased, despite knowing Endymion could probably murder him without even blinking. Gilly smiled up at Miri, his dark brown eyes alight with mischief." Oh! And tell your mum I said hi!" He called up
Lyra
Lyra had busied herself with getting ready to lead the scouting mission. Though with her injured leg, getting ready seemed to take twice as long. Just making herself a cup of coffee felt exhausting. Though, Lyra was too stubborn to ask for help from her comrades. She knew her pack needed strong, unyielding leaders to face the latest threat of humans.
Lyra stared deeply into her hard earned cup of coffee, gazing at her own tired reflection in the dark, bitter liquid. She could fool her pack mates into thinking she wasn't exhausted, but she couldn't deceive her friends. And she certainly couldn't deceive Endymion. But, perhaps it was just one of the many reasons why she had appointed him as second alpha. Endymion knew her like no one else did. The two of them had fought side by side countless times during the war. They had watched each other nearly bleed out on the battlefield. There was no one Lyra trusted more than the stern, dark haired warrior. It was true Endymion had a secret life of his own and many of the pack members were afraid of what he could do. But Lyra didnt question his loyalty to her. The young alpha quietly sipped her coffee, making the decision to put Endymion in charge of the scouting mission.
Lyra set her empty coffee mug down on and took up her staff from where she had left it beside her sleeping mat. Leaning heavily against the smooth, well worn wood, the young alpha limped over to the chest where her armor lay tucked carefully between sheets of soft fabric. She had kept her battle armor pristine condition, storing it away to use as battle regalia when she needed to. Truthfully, she had never expected another war in her lifetime.
Lyra picked up her helmet, her fingers delicately tracing over her symbol she had etched on the side and over the visor, which resembled a wolf's fierce scowl. "Hello, old friend" She murmured, turning over the silver helmet in her hands. Even after so many years of use, the enchanted metal still shone brightly in the muted light of Lyra's hut. A soft, heavy sigh escaped the leader as she slipped on her helmet, letting her white braid trail down her back. Deciding to forgo wearing her full armor because of the weight, Lyra carefully slipped on her armored chestplate over her tunic, then secured her leather arm guards to her slightly freckled forearms. The task of putting on her heavy armor left the injured young Howler feeling quite worn out, her forehead already sticky with sweat inside her helmet. Though she didn't stop to rest for more than a moment, instead she pulled on her boots and stepped out of her hut, leaning heavily against her staff, but standing tall with her chin raised determinedly.
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