It had been a few days since tragedy had struck the Mire. The young man who had been in the thick of the chaos had been drifting aimlessly in the waters of Amaryllis' cove with only a long piece of drift wood as his saving grace. His young mane and head were covered in blood from wounds that were difficult to locate, old and new, and the fur that was above water was matted and covered in debris.

As he washed up onto the shore of the Lagoon, he was only semiconscious. He managed to drag himself away from the tide before collapsing just at the water's edge. Blood pooled under his body, revealing even more wounds and possibly a few broken ribs. He was looking extremely worse for wear, thin and close to death.

Where was he? What had happened? Where... did he ask already?... where was he? What was his name? Oh Gods! What was his name?! His mind buzzed worriedly, but outwardly he could barely keep his eyes open. He wondered if anyone would manage to find him out here? Would they simply finish the job and put him out of his misery?

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the draconia reincarnate is wandering the shore of her home when @Fenrir washes up right in front of her eyes. freezing - startled and worried - it takes a few seconds for her to process what she's seeing. the second it registers, she releases a loud call for @Magnus and @Echo, wanting backup for dealing with this situation. rushing towards fenrir, she pulls her herb pouch off and begins digging through it with panicked paws. this male looks close to death, and she's very worried about him slipping into the afterlife before she can do enough to save him. sir? she says, her voice gentle and worried, sir, can you hear me? do you understand me? she peers at his face, heavily concerned by his horrific condition.

STARLING DRACONIA

We'll ride the waves of the ocean // Wasting all of our days // We could roll with the motion // It could all float away // All these feels in the open // Reasons I've been afraid // Knowing I won't drown if I keep my head afloat // I'ma keep my head afloat

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Fenrir's mind buzzed as suddenly he heard someone speaking to him. At first the voice sounded impossibly far away, but suddenly, the last of the worried yet gentle voice came from right in front of him. It was as though she had pulled him from a dark cavern... his eyes blinked but did not open fully. He could only see colors and blurs, pupils dilated as he moaned in response. He could understand her, but he couldn't speak. The moan caused him to wince at the pain in his ribs. Damn...

He tried again, this time nodding to her ever-so-slightly in affirmation. His eyes closed again as he nodded a second time, and then a third. Had he nodded at her? Maybe he should try nodding... oh wait. Yeah, he was doing that now. Something was wrong... something was really wrong. Oh, his head hurt.

"Help..."

He pleaded in a hushed tone, barely audible as he struggled to open his eyes once again, though still he was unable to see anything.

@Starling

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Echo heeds @Starling's call with quick steps, arriving to find a mangled mess of a boy at the other yearling's feet. It takes a second for her to fully appreciate the scene in front of her as a hard lump forms in her gut, making her feel as though she might lose her lunch. It is worse than when Bee had been hurt at the challenge, much worse. As she surges forward to lend her paws to help Starling, she can't even tell if @Fenrir is alive or if this was just a corpse.

Then the corpse moves, pleading with a ragged voice that hollows her gut. Help... Her breath quickens and she seeks a source of his bleeding. Clumps of coagulated blood stuck every which way, making it difficult, but by searching only where the pool was still wet did she find at least one of the sources of wounds. Quickly, she applies firm pressure, then again to another section. Her eyes cast over to the Starling - while a budding rivalry with the girl had formed there was nothing remaining of that here; Echo was nothing but grateful for the other girl's presence right now. Tell me what to do. "I think there's another one there, near his shoulder." She informs her, out of paws to hold injuries. If they stopped the bleeding just enough to have him not bleed out here on the beach, they could safely move him further inland to clean the wounds more carefully and get him warm.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but when her eyes opened to her laying beneath some sort of bramble bush, coated in sand, her stomach dropped. She had just been released from the Lagoon, and yet, here she was once again. It took longer than she liked to admit to make in onto her feet, wincing in pain as she realized something was awfully wrong with her right hind leg, attempting to put pressure on it immediately resulting in a pained cry.

Panic instilled in her chest as she limped down the shore, looking for anyone that could possibly help. Not her- help look for the other Mire survivors. For Roan, Jamil.... And Fenrir. And to her horrified surprise, she found her golden friend, and rushed forward, two other yearlings that she barely knew looking over him. "Fen.... Rir!" She croaked. Her voice was raspy and hoarse from swallowing sea water, but after clearing her throat, she managed to say his name somewhat clearer. "@Fenrir.....!"

She eyed @Echo and @Starling warily, but didn't act in aggression or defensiveness, as it was clear they were simply attempting to help. She only knew Echo's name, as she had been there when Vermier ruled and had heard it spoken by the other Bezra sisters. Though she had never spoken to any of them.

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don't move, she tells @Fenrir, multihued gaze frantic. @Echo's arrival elicits a breath of relief, and she moves to put pressure on the wound the yearling points out. @Cressida's arrival, though, has starling on overload. please, miss, sit down. get your weight off that damaged limb. we'll take care of you, i promise. do you have any life threatening wounds that aren't immediately visible? if not, then cressida will have to wait until starling and echo get fenrir into stable condition.

his name is fenrir? her voice is melodic, sweet and gentle, and again she releases a call - this time for any SL members to come and help. her voice is urgent, and while she is fairly certain she and echo are the only medics in the entire pride, they need more paws. paws they can direct and oversee. did you bring any herbs with you, echo? we'll need more than just what i have in my pouch.

well-stocked she might be, but it's not as if half-dead drowning victims wash up on shore every day! she's not equipped for the severity of his wounds with just her pouch, and whilst she's growing a garden outside her den, it isn't ready for this yet. noticing the blood at his shoulder has stopped, she returns to digging through her pouch for relevant herbs.

i have frankincense, that'll help keep his wounds closed. the sap, that is. i have pigeon pea too, he'll need that. she pulls all she has of both herbs out of her pouch, and continues sorting through the rest of her at-paw stock. oil palm, she mutters, withdrawing it as well, that's all i've got on me to help him. it isn't enough, we need more of all three.

she doesn't have enough frankincense to cover all his wounds with sap, so she decides to prioritize. we need to clean him off, she tells echo, multicolored eyes serious and concerned. so we can see what we're working with. she aims to dump the herbs out of her pouch in a pile nearby, and takes it to the water, dipping it in. it isn't watertight, so it won't hold everything for long, but it'll work well enough.

rushing back with the vine secured in her mouth ( what usually holds it around her neck ) the dragoness aims to pour water over fenrir's wounds, doing her best to clean them off. the saltwater in and of itself will help prevent infection, and can even help stop some of the bleeding in spots where it isn't as bad. when she's out, she looks at echo and begins rattling off instructions.

chew up the oil palm and pigeon pea leaves and rub them on his worst wounds. we have to prioritize for now. running back to the water with her pouch, she refills it and rushes back to pour it over him again, knowing that the salt is probably stinging him - and sorry for it - but also knowing it's necessary. having washed off the worst of his wounds, she scoops up some of the oil palm and pigeon pea leaves and begins chewing.

they don't exactly taste good, but she can bear the taste if it'll help her patient. surely magnus wouldn't want her to leave a couple of kids to die on his doorstep? fenrir's ribs worry her - it isn't easy to set broken ribs, not easy at all, and she half wonders if it wouldn't be better to remove the broken pieces entirely, so they can regrow. his recover will take longer if they go that route, and she worries they might lose him during the operation.

deciding to worry about it after they address his other more serious injuries, she prays whatever ribs are broken don't shift and puncture a lung. that's always a risk, and an event she might not be able to bring him back from should it happen. spitting the paste she's made out of her mouth and onto one of the many nastier wounds he's sporting, she soothes it into his skin and gives echo another worried look.

hopefully people get here soon. we need extra paws. too bad starling doesn't have a second set of front legs, eh? that'd come in handy right about now, she imagines. spreading the excess poultice to another of his particularly bad injuries, she focuses on the task at paw, hoping to save his life and keep him from succumbing to the other side - especially with what appears to be a friend of his watching them.

STARLING DRACONIA

We'll ride the waves of the ocean // Wasting all of our days // We could roll with the motion // It could all float away // All these feels in the open // Reasons I've been afraid // Knowing I won't drown if I keep my head afloat // I'ma keep my head afloat

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Fenrir was in and out of consciousness at very irregular times. He would catch snippets of things going on around him, and only half of them did he truly understand. Most of it was a blur, as though he had never truly escaped the water... as though he had slipped underneath the surface and watched from afar. Words echoed in his skull and he couldn't tell if they were his or someone else's. But then the voice grew louder, urgent. It startled him back to reality, breaking the surface of that water that drowned his mind. His eyes snapped open and he looked into the blur to find the voice. It called out a name that was vaguely familiar.

A female called out this name... looking at him as though she were looking at a dying friend... but, who was she? Who was Fenrir? He blinked in confusion, looking at her as though seeing her for the very first time.

"Is that... am I...?"

He asked her as he struggled to bring her image into focus. How did this lady know him? Who was she? Who was HE, for that matter? He struggled, trying to sit up, but as an excruciating pain shot through his sides he could hear another faint voice being pulled to the forefront.

'Don't move'

Ah, yeah... she doesn't have to tell him twice. That was horrible. Worst idea he's ever had. Or was it? Was his current condition the product of another of his ideas? Perhaps THAT had been the worst. The beige female that had just come into focus spoke, but not to him. Then the Beige asked the question he had been trying to ask. And like a broken record, he repeated it right after her.

'His name is Fenrir?'

"My name is Fenrir?"

His tone was confused, his voice hoarse from all the sea water he had ingested. Still he looked between the two, but decided he didn't have the strength to be that interested. So, he sighed and put the chattering of his medics in the back of his mind, trying to relax again... trying his damnedest to ignore the throbbing pain of breathing in his side as ribs floated around in his meat.

Water was thrown upon him then, and when the briny water hit his open wounds again he hissed in pain (not at anyone in particular, of course). Eventually, though, that terrible part was over. It's quite an unpleasant price to pay just to stay alive, eh?

He was thankful that things were beginning to get a little clearer, and he was able to cling onto conversation... finally! Though that might not have been a good thing... His eyes snapped open yet again and he gave Beige a look of horror.

"Pigeon pee?!?"

He cried out, his tone and vocals allowing for little doubt that he was still somewhat disoriented. Still... disoriented or not, he did not want to be bathed in pigeon pee! Suddenly briny ocean water is poured over his wounds again and he yowls a little louder than he's willing to admit. He wasn't READY!!!

"Ugh, just put me back in the ocean."

He complained as he groaned and moaned at the pain as they work on him and patched him up... AND whenever the thought of being bathed in bird piss and sea water again crosses his mind.

@Starling @Cressida @Echo

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ooc Confirmed with Kara that Cressida would be able to hold for pacing reasons.

The already frantic situation was made even more so by the arrival of another injured lion, however this one much less severely. She hobbles on what may be a broken leg, but is up and moving so whatever ails her must wait as @Starling had said. "None on me, but my stores are close." She says, flipping her head back around to @Cressida.

"Come here and hold this." She instructs, tone not intending to sound as sharp as biting as what ends up coming out in her nervousness. Hobbled or not, hers were the only other set of paws here. "Hold tight."

Only when the pressure was transferred did a flurry of dust mark Echo's temporary leave as she races to the nearby garden she had created with Faevyre and the herb stores she kept along with it. Frantically, she gathers Acacia leaves, Baby's bush, and as much moss as she could carry in addition and scurries back to the group.

In total, she was gone only just over two minutes, in which she misses @Fenrir's confused outbursts.

Just as she had seen Emery do, Echo strips the gum leaves and layers the secretions it produces onto a bed of moss. "Acacia." She states for Starling's benefit. Once one has enough she hurriedly presses it to the wound @Cressida was holding, nudging her out of the way in the process. "This will stem the bleeding enough to bring him to a den." Then she strips another leaf, working as fast as she can and trembling as she does. Odin, Eira, Asmund, please don't let this lion die under my care. With each clump of moss she finishes for each wound she passes off Starling to apply as she prepares the next one.

Thankfully, she had a lot of leaves.

she ignores @Fenrir's outbursts with the practice of a physician who's been through this several times before, although it does make her crack a smile. @Echo's re-arrival and brilliant introduction of acacia on moss helps make things go much more quickly, and starling uses the moss on her side of their mutual patient to help stabilize him. his ribs are a problem, she says, again calling frantically for the rest of the pride. i wish someone would hurry up and get here. the last two words are snarled with entirely uncharacteristic irritation and almost anger as she does her best to staunch the bleeding with the acacia-padded moss, anger bubbling and boiling beneath the surface of her skin at the complete lack of response from her pridemates.

what if it were one of their own? what if it were magnus in this shape? would they still not bother to heed the frantic calls of their medics? oh, she's of half a mind to go hunt them all down and smack them repeatedly once they've dealt with fenrir. how dare they ignore the calls for help! you just wait, she seethes, working with deft paws to finish off her half of fenrir's body, this entire pride is getting an earful after this, ignoring our calls for help. it takes quite a lot to get starling upset, generally speaking, but this? this does quite nicely. peering worriedly at his ribs again, starling worries her lip and peers at echo with concern. we may need to remove ribs, echo. a dangerous procedure, and one that could kill fenrir in and of itself.

STARLING DRACONIA

We'll ride the waves of the ocean // Wasting all of our days // We could roll with the motion // It could all float away // All these feels in the open // Reasons I've been afraid // Knowing I won't drown if I keep my head afloat // I'ma keep my head afloat

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(OOC): Go ahead and skip Fenrir's turn also so this can go extra fast :3

Fenrir was getting fatigued trying to keep up with the blur of motion and conversation going on around him. The pain he felt was almost dulled away, as though it were distant, but still there. How strange... and he had no idea if it was just the bump on the head that caused this or the stuff these healers were putting on him.

With his delirious outbursts and concerns, he sees Beige crack a smile... and it makes him feel nice that he had made her smile in the midst of her aggravation. She worried that the rest of her pride had not come to help him... and for some reason that lack of interest from the others felt very familiar to him. He tried to sigh, but winced when his ribs contested to his deep breath, forcing him to exhale.

The Blotchy female was trying her best to stifle the bleeding, trembling as she worked hurriedly. It made Fenrir feel quite bad for her. She was nervous, and that made him nervous... but she was doing the best she could. He lifted a bloody, briny paw to her arm and touched her gently. His eyes hardly able to open, but he tried to look at her with genuine gratitude.

"Hey, look... don't worry too much. I'm sure I got myself into this... in the first place, eh?"

He said, trying to make her feel better in his delirium. He didn't' know if it worked, but hey, he tried right? he turned to Beige then as she spoke up, about having to remove his ribs. His ears fell back and his eyes widened (as much as they could, at least). She didn't look too confident about it, either.

"That... that's going to be - risky - isn't it?"

He whispered to her as an irregular breath pushed past his ribs. Ugh. He didn't have a choice. His heart began to race, his blood pressure picking up at the thought of a surgery! A primal fear was beginning to take hold and his breath became more rapid.

"At least knock me out, okay? ... Please promise to knock me out."

He begged and tried to look at Beige to catch her gaze. If she didn't listen to anything he had to say, at least let her hear that! He didn't really feel too keen about going through a gazelle simulator during the part where it becomes lunch! His breath sent pain to his head with each rise and fall of his broken ribs. His head suddenly began to ache terribly and with the elevated stress, suddenly everything went black. He had lost consciousness.

Well, that knock out took care of itself.

@Starling @Echo @Cressida

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