Herbal Hunt {Open}

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The day was beautiful, she supposed. The sun was bright overhead, the wind warm against a thin pelt. There had been a time some years past when she'd have stopped to appreciate what lay before her, freedom and life, but things change. The memories of what it had felt like to simply feel anything slowly trickled from her minds eye, replaced by the complete lack of emotion, nearly to the point where pain itself was merely a shadow of what it had once been before the Lab. A jagged scar following the line of her cranium above her right eye was all that remained as a visual remind of her time spent in that labyrinth of horrors.

The sleek silvered fae moved with an effortless ease through the visibly lifeless forest. Long thin limbs stretch in a ground eating lope. With her destination locked firmly in mind she chose not to waste time, moving from point a to point b in as straight a line as she could manage. Her goal was simple, a lone clump of medicinal herbs that when chewed and spat onto a would be sealed much in the way human's used band aids and gauze. The find was a little less then a year old, yet while it's significance remained unrealized by her pack mates, Lequoia knew its importance for two reasons. The first of course was its medical value, but the second was the fact that she'd never once laid eyes upon plant and yet she had known its name and several different uses the moment she'd caught sight of the small green shrub.

Such things had been happening for the last several months, with more frequency. Had she been capable of the emotion she may have been worried, even frighten at the strange rush of knowledge that assaulted her mind as she came across one plant or another. Koy didn't much care either way. Either the knowledge was there or it wasn't, either her patient died or they didn't, nothing truly mattered much these days.

[Brezza☄]

[bg=#2f2b07][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=border,0,true] It was a rather lovely day, the sun beating without much concern for the thick pelted vixen that created a single dot upon mother earth's hide below. A short, rather stout muzzle for a fox split as her chest rose and dropped in an attempt to cool herself from the sky's heat. Summer was just around the corner, thou it felt like it was on top smothering the young fae. Tiny paws flitted along the earth searching aimlessly for some form of relief from the brutality of the yellow fire ball. Then, a lovely bush appeared. It's greenery called out to her, a beacon amidst the trees that seemed to scream death. The contrast of the soft leaves against the cracked and aging bark was noted as the little fox's pace quickened. A quiet, nearly breathless single-worded whisper continued to be pushed out over and over again as hind limbs thrust her miniscule frame forward, "Shade....shade...shade..." It was as if she were doing a beautiful dive from a board into an Olympic sized pool below, the last leap sending her front pillars straight out nestling her face between them. Into the bush she landed, several branches snapping loudly and the foliage growling angrily at the disturbance. A toothy grin grew upon the red-silver hued femme in appreciation of the cool within.

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[Typhoon]

Going to move this thread to expired considering Brezza is dead