It’s just that the spring semester of college has started up and I’m trying to get back into the flow of things. I’m hoping I’ll have time this weekend to work on drafts, otherwise when finished I’ll be adding my replies to my queue so that I can be sure that they’ll be posted on my behalf.
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Merida heard them talking, though they were still too far off for her to hear properly. The young woman had kicked off her shoes (silly human things, Merida thought) and was approaching the waves- close to where she was. She barked again, soft and pained. The human girl heard her, thank Cailleach, and was approaching now, kneeling beside her.
Merida flopped weakly, the touch of gentle hands on her damp fur soothing. A soft whine left her muzzle and she nosed at the girl’s hands. She hurt so badly, her flippers cold and throbbing. The slice in her belly was shallow but long, and it was still bleeding sluggishly, the salt from the sea stinging the exposed flesh.
Help. Help was coming, that was good. These humans were the good sort— the old one was always around, she knew her by reputation, but this new human was kind as well. She seemed so concerned, so frightened, but she stayed despite the blood and fear until the seal-rescuers came, with practised hands and balms and medicines to make the pain stop.
She watched blearily as they stitched her flippers on the spot, though she couldn’t feel the flashing needle that pierced her torn flesh again and again. They’d numbed her wounds somehow, so they could heal them without causing her further pain. Human medicine was certainly impressive, as much capable of healing as the hunters were of hurting.
It wasn’t long before she was bandaged and carefully loaded onto a board and lifted from the ground by the humans. They carried her out of the cove, past the old woman and up the gentle slope. They were talking, and though her mind was dulled by their potions she could make out talk of “not enough room” and “no place to take her”.
"What do you mean you haven’t got a place for her?! You’re Animal Control!" She just about shrieked into one of the men’s ears.
"Miss, you need to calm down." One of the men tried to interject, hands raised in front of him with his palms facing her.
"Calm down?! How can I calm down when you’re here telling me that-" A hand gently came to rest on her shoulder and she turned to see Mrs. Palmer giving her a small, weary smile.
"If I may, dear." The woman’s voice told her it wasn’t so much a question as it was a demand and Toothiana obliged immediately, stepping out of the woman’s way.
"Now boys, am I right in believing that you have just told this young lady over here that you’ve got no room for this poor creature you’ve just gone and fixed up?" Had Toothiana not known better she would have laughed as the men cowered beneath Mrs. Palmer’s disapproving gaze.
"Yes Ma’am." The men said in unison, lowering their gaze to look at their feet.
She walked away from the group and over to the small truck that they had driven to the beach, not trusting herself to have enough restraint to keep herself from laughing as the Animal Control men got a scolding. In the bed of the truck they had placed the seal, a damp blanket covering the creature in an effort to save off infection and keep the buzzards away.
"Don’t worry. We’ll…I’m positive we’ll figure something out." She spoke quietly, not wanting to alarm the animal. She stood there for a while, absentmindedly stroking the seal’s head as she waited anxiously for the news from Mrs. Palmer as to the fate of the little creature beside her. So the joyous tone in Mrs. Palmer’s voice was much welcomed as the old woman walked over to her.
"Good news, dear. They’ve decided that it would be in their best interest to escort us back to town. I’ve got a friend, Dr. Blackwood his name is, that would be more than willing to house our little friend for the duration of her recovery."
"That’s-that’s wonderful, Mrs. Palmer!" She couldn’t keep from smiling, "Just think! This will be great for my article! I’ll even be able to take close up pictures of actual damage suffered by the seals at the hands of poachers." At the sight of the elder woman’s slight frown she hastily added, "Of course, her recovery comes before everything else."
After carefully making sure the seal was secured for what would more than likely be a bumpy ride, they all piled into the truck and made the long trip back into town.
Tooth design for my au.
I kinda mix her design with the book tooth.
Remember that you can random tag me anytime.
Remember that you can random tag me anytime.
Remember that you can random tag me anytime.
Give me texts/phone related things.
Give me gif or icon chats.
Give me text starters.
It’s great in between long/multi-paras and really deepens a line.
Even if we don’t have a verse, give the love.
Random tagging makes me feel really special.
Don’t let this be you! Visit your dentist regularly! Clean your teeth!
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The wind howled its praises of storm the winter spirit had created, snow flakes fell from the heavens, in such quantities and ferocity, that it was impossible to see nothing but white 50 feet from where your standing. unless, of course, for the snow queen, who had summoned the blizzard as a form of cover on her way back to her domain on the island of Spitsbergen.
Israfel would of been making good time if it weren’t for her sleigh horses suddenly coming to a halt at the sight of something moving in the snow up ahead. Slightly exasperated and incredulous she called out.
“Who goes there?”
"Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh-" A mouth full of snow later and the fae decided that perhaps it was best not to speak aloud with a blizzard going on.
And just how had she managed to get caught in a blizzard? Well not even she was entirely sure. She didn’t recall Jack having scheduled a blizzard to come barreling through here today, otherwise she would have come far more prepared.
'Come on. Just got to get out of this and then-wait…why does that part of the blizzard look more solid?' Wings still flapping rapidly Toothiana’s eyes widened as she realized that she was headed straight for the ground.
"Not good. Not good. Pull up! PULL UP!" She just about screamed, only to have her voice whisked away with the wind as her wings struggled to gain altitude. Next thing she knew she had crashed head first into a rather large pile of snow. A slight flexing of her wings also told her that one - or several, she couldn’t be sure as the cold has a way of numbing the body - of her wings was bent at a rather odd angle.
'Looks like I'll be walking until this storm dies down.' She thought irritably. After pulling herself out of the snow, she shook herself, doing he best to rid herself of the snow that had stuck between her feathers.
'I swear, if I catch a cold or something Jack will never hear the end of this!' It was then a voice, rang out in the storm.
"Who goes there?"
Thinking on her feet (Perhaps this person could help her if they were able to spot her in the storm) she called back “Toothiana, Queen of the Tooth Faerie Armies! To whom do I speak?”
Merida let out a whine of pain, dragging her sleek, furred body behind a boulder. Her flippers were badly damaged, sliced up by a poacher’s knife and she was bleeding from another deep cut in her belly. They’d attacked a herd of seals just offshore, and it had been just her luck to be mixed in among them.
She’d gotten away of course, once they’d extracted her from their net to try and butcher her for her pelt, and managed to roll herself off the side of the little schooner and back into the sea— but not without some ugly wounds to show for it. She’d swum hard to get to shore, a little protected cove that was unreachable by boat and only a few humans ever ventured into it, mostly photographers.
She glanced back down and realized that the sand below her was slowly being stained red. Her mother would be so angry… she shouldn’t have even been in that area. Poachers had figured out that was where most of the local herds liked to hunt and had been targeting them more and more often.
She glanced back up and realized that there were humans approaching. Her heart thudded to a stop— more hunters? But no— it was the old human woman who came to watch seals and she was with a young woman, maybe a little older than Merida herself. She’d heard of seal-rescuers among the humans, and she’d seen them in the area often. Maybe they could summon them?
She let out a weak bark, trying to get their attention.
The sky was a grey color and the air was crisp and cold. Toothiana could already begin to feel the shivers make their way through her as she scrambled to zip up her coat.
"I wonder how many will be out today?" Mrs. Palmer asked from her seat on a blanket that they had laid out for her to sit on, a gift from the woman’s granddaughter apparently.
"Well, from what I read online, it’s mating season right about now so there should be a great many." She called back, wiggling her toes in the cold sand, her belongings left behind with Mrs. Palmer. She walked closer towards the lapping waves, wanting to wet her feet despite how cold it was.
"Don’t wander too far!" The old woman chided and Toothiana couldn’t help giggling.
"I’ll be careful, mother!” She smiled brightly, bringing her hands up to her mouth breathe some warmth back into them.
"Come closer, child." The waves seemed to whisper, and she happily obliged, walking steadily further towards what would surely be a rather icy embrace. And that was when she heard it.
It took her a moment to try and figure out if she had actually heard anything at all, the sound being so weak, but when it happened again she couldn’t deny it. She turned about looking left and right and that was when she spotted what looked to be a flipper sticking out from behind a rock.
'Curiosity killed the cat.' A voice in her head whispered.
"But satisfaction brought it back." She said in return, determined to figure out just what it was that made that noise. Making almost a mad dash for the rock she cautiously peered around it for the source of the flipper. What she saw made her skin crawl.
It was a seal, not much bigger than herself, and it was in very bad condition. She kneeled onto the sand, blood be damned, her shaking hands coming forward to comfort the poor creature, before she thought better of it.
"Mrs. Palmer." She croaked out, unable to tear her eyes away from the seal, "MRS. PALMER! CALL ANIMAL CONTROL!" She yelled, looking in the direction of where the old woman sat, and was satisfied when she heard the frantic beeping of a cell phone.
Turning back to the seal, she worried her bottom lip, eyebrows drawn together in frustration. ”I don’t know what to do to help you.” She whispered, “But help will be here soon.” A hand, now more steady than before, gently stroked the seal’s head, whispering comforting nonsense to the injured creature.
She didn’t know whether it was meant to comfort the seal or herself.
And I kind of want to do an Au rp with it.
I’m not one of the very popular roleplayers but I am thankful for the rp partners I have.
"Never again will I take public transportation!"
"That’s the third time you’ve said that this week." An elderly voice reminded her, a pause in the clacking of a pair of silver knitting needles, "And yet you always end up back here on the bus."
Toothiana huffed, blowing a few stray hairs out of her face.
"Yeah, well, one day Mrs. Palmer, I swear I’ll have enough to afford a car."
"I’m sure you will, dear." Silver knitting needles once again clacking as nimble fingers set out to make what looked to be a scarf.
"It’ll be a turquoise beetle with beige seats….and I’ll name it Barnaby." She whispered quietly to herself, gaze now directed out the window, taking in the passing landscape.
It was a Tuesday morning and they were headed to the beach in the middle of winter. She had been sent here (Here being the Orkney islands) on a business trip for Discover Magazine; something about poachers and to write an article about the local seals.
Back home, well not home per say; that would always and forever be a small village in South East Asia, but back within the United States - New York to be precise - she was a freelance reporter. Her father had wanted her to be a dentist - he had also wanted her to settle down and “grow her own sturdy roots”- but it had proved too dull for her tastes. She wanted to see the world and meet its people, not treat the cavities of irresponsible children. Besides it was much more fun to watch from afar and try to decipher the story of a person’s teeth than to just shove her face in there and look.
So here she was, in Scotland of all places, looking to observe some seals. She’d met plenty of people, some of them visitors like herself, but most were locals. The first of which being Mrs. Palmer, a kind old widow who had moved here many years ago to live with her late husband who had been a fisherman. She apparently came here everyday to go seal watching in remembrance of her husband and because she found the seals very cute.
The sudden lurch of the bus was enough to pull Toothiana out of her thoughts, her right hand clutching tightly to her messenger bag, the chain of brightly colored bottle caps rattling noisily.
"Looks like we’re here, dearie. Won’t you help a poor old woman off of this contraption?"
She turned her head to see Mrs. Palmer had put away her knitting supplies and was making to stand up. She leaped out of her own seat and gently guided the woman off the bus nodding in thanks to the eternally patient bus driver who just smiled.
'I wonder just how many people he meets in a day. Are they always new people or do they tend to be locals like Mrs. Palmer? Does he even like his job? Or has it just made driving all the more tiresome? I wonder if-'
"-llo? Hello? Dear are you all right?" She blinked and suddenly the bus was gone and there was a wrinkled and liver-spot ridden hand waving in front of her face.
"I asked if you were alright. You kind of spaced out for a bit there." Concern was etched rather deeply in her companion’s face.
"Oh, just a lot on my mind is all." She replied, waving a hand dismissively in the air, "Now let’s go watch some seals, hmm?"
And with that they were arm in arm slowly making their way down towards the sands of the beach.
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