ᴏɴᴇxᴏɴᴇ ➳ ʀᴇɴɴ + ᴡᴏʟғᴀ

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wolfatonix and rennoxious.

please don't post, thanks.

a development rp, i suppose.

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

yells bc i can

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❴ eyyo so i suppose i'll just add in eliia, mylla and maybe carnage? NV folk.
perhaps i could add in some other canine characters or they could make an appearance. we'll just see where the rp goes.

who's goin' to start?

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

it don't matter tbh
i think im gonna rp euphoria + rette, maybe valhund? idefk ]

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❴ ill just start w mylla bc i love her |
Mylla carefully gathered some juniper berries. The spiky-leaved bush prickled her face and her delicate pink nose, but after many times of harvesting the berries, it was nothing. Once she was content with the amount, she stepped back from the bush and placed them on a vine maple leaf. Mylla bundled the berries with the leaf, and carried them back to her associate Eliia, who was waiting back at Mylla's cave. As she neared the trail, she listened to the birds chirping above and the quiet rustle as she trotted through the foliage. The trail was worn down by many of paws that walked the paths before her, and she wondered what their stories were. Even if they were normal stories or perhaps, legends, every story was told differently.

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

The wind had begun to pick up as several waited back beyond territory lines. Pacing back and forth while awaiting the return of the Vicar, Nkota's anticipation seemed to linger with a sense of dread. Only a few days time had passed since the warden regiment of Nebulous Valley spotted a solitary, heavily injured baroness within the boundaries of the coalition. From what he had witnessed at the scene, the wounded canine seemed to have severe injuries along her right pleuron; a stab wound, of some sort. With the stock of herbs and other remedies for healing on a decrease, the Alpha had no choice but to send the best medic out there; Mylla. Who, in which, he waited for rather impatiently. Due to time, his patience beforehand had begun to grow quite thin.

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Mylla reminded herself of the injured canine, and returned to her focused state. She quickly placed various healing remedies in the bundle before she darted off once more, hoping none of the herbs had fallen out. As she entered the den, Mylla hurried to the wounded baroness. Dropping the bundle beside her, Mylla glanced over her stock of herbs. She noted certain herbs by mumbling to herself and assembling the herbs next to the baroness. Mylla nudged the poppy seeds and dandelion leaves towards her snout, "Take these," she directed coolly, "they'll ease your pain." She began to cleanse the laceration with the raspberry leaves. The Vicar was entirely focused on aiding this baroness, not the few around her. After slight cleansing, she crushed a portion of the ginger root. It was a strong disinfectant and Mylla needed only a tad of it. Crushing the root took a few moments, but in no time it was a poultice. She applied the it to the wound, "This is going to sting quite a bit, hun." Mylla uttered, letting out a sharp sigh as she gave Nkota a glance. "It may take a few days for the wound to heal," The Vicar informed, furrowing her brows slightly. "if there's an assistant to aid me, please send them as soon as possible." Mylla nodded, confirming her work was done until needed. If the canine awoke, or the wound needed to be poulticed once more, Mylla would be there to aid as best she could.

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

With a single, seemingly meaningless dip of his broad countenance, Nkota would take several paces backwards as he observed the maiden's handywork closely. There was no current understanding to how the medics dealt with the issues like the one he had just witnessed previously. Sure, there were worse times - such as when a sudden sickness had wiped out nearly all of the pack and it's residents. "I see, thank you for notifying me," the regal muttered, his vision trained on the ill baroness. "I'll search around for Firka or Sabrina, but I don't exactly know if I can find them." At that, he headed out in search of the two medical assistants.

The unknown canine simply whined in an act of refusal, her alabaster and silver tinted mane messily flopping over her left eye. It seemed to be quite a chore, or burden to the canine to do so much - which, really, wasn't that much at all. However, deciding against her stubbornness, she'd reluctantly take the poppy seeds from the Vicar, chewing them with a foul expression plastered upon her visage. After the freshly made poultice had been applied to her injuries, she made a hissing noise; originating from sucking inwards from the stinging sensation. "It feels like I'm being attacked by bees," the croaky singsong voice eased, lowering her lithe culmination to her forepaws.

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Mylla's gaze returned to the baroness after the Alpha left. Acknowledging her comment, Mylla agreed with her. 'Bee stings' was a good way to describe the burning sensation. She craned her neck down to her patient, "I'll fetch some bedding for you to rest on," Mylla informed, "you'll need to stay here until you recover. Might as well make it comfortable." she gestured to Eliia and both canines exited the cave, bedding wasn't too difficult to find. Minutes later, they returned with bracken and moss, settling it onto the cave floor, on the left side of the baroness. While Mylla flattened the bedding, she thanked the Judge. Though the Judge didn't seem the type, Eliia helped a lot with tasks. Letting out a sigh from between clenched teeth, she gently placed her paw on the maiden's shoulder. "Get some rest," Mylla cooed, "I'll be right here if you need anything." she lay down on the cold floor, keeping a close eye on her patient.

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

Obediently, and far too impaired to feel the need to reply throughout the Vicar's current speaking, the baroness would relocate her lithe embodiment on the mixture of bracken and dense moss. After taking several moments to finally get comfortable, she had ended up in a position where she were laying on her opposite side. It seemed to be a bit awkward keeping to herself, and not to mention having someone deal with her physical pain without even knowing the caretaker's name. Pondering silently, she decided to speak. "Y'know, I never did catch your name?" It sounded like an inquiry, but she patiently waited for the medic to respond.