Failure weighed heavy on his shoulders. Failure and shame, and the bitter taste of fear for what will come in the aftermath. Grandiose plans turned to dust and his lip curled at the thought of it as he hobbled back home. Beaten and bloodied (with fresh gouges from his lover accompanying those from the challenge) he slinks across the border and towards the water. The oasis is a relief and he does not pause at the edge, sliding in to the cool liquid with a hiss. The water was cleansing, washing away the blood and grime. Some of his wounds still seeped, and some of those that had scabbed over were reopened by his wash. The worst of them were behind his leg, where Roan had not shied from sinking his claws in deep. His face was bloodied and bruised and he knew the healing would be a bitch. And for nothing. Once clean he moved to the shore and called for the only one he thought might help — the diminutive healer that had helped once before. @Hazel. Injuries: Cuts behind right arm Right ear torn Deep cuts along left jaw near ear Deep cuts across both sides/ribs ^ cuts from right side extend to his chest Teeth marks top of withers

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"Speech."

The youth was intent to not be out in the sun, the heat was just too much for one with such a dark pelt. It was too stuffy for the den, thus, the youth was left under the shade of rocks where a breeze could still supply some fresh, caressing air. It was hot air…but it was air just the same. Panting quietly, Tron lazily watched the day pass by, drifting in and out of sleep- she was a night owl, not used to being up in the miserable hours of the day. The motion of movement would catch her half asleep attention, eyes slowly focusing on the figure, but at the sight of blood her head jerked up quickly. Crack! Jaws snapped shut as her head hit the rock above her. “Ouch…” She’d groan quietly, rubbing her head with her paw for a second before slowly and much more carefully getting up and moving out into the sun.

Her paws were used to the scorch of the sand and stone, but her pelt would likely never grow accustomed to the burning feeling on her back and shoulders. The youth hurried to follow the lion that had went by, approaching just as he issued a call for help, but for someone specific. She flinched slightly, she was definitely not who he would want to see… “Um…Can…Are you okay?” She would stammer, changing her question for one she thought was better. Tron didn’t know anything about herbs aside from the Aloe plant that she had been taught about, but she didn’t think that would offer much relief for his wounds. He was covered in wounds of varying depth, whatever had happened, Tron didn't think he had came out on top, and if by some chance he had....she'd hate to see the other lion.

OOC: @Alaric - hope its ok i threw Tron in here.

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+5 Teach someone under 2 years about healing
+10 Heal a character’s sickness or injury
+5 Teach herbology trivia to someone

She hadn’t run to follow Alaric back from the challenge; he’d slunk off, and she had stayed to watch the end of the other battle. It’s gorey fate concluded, the druid had returned home to pull a few herbs and mixtures together. And then she waits for the call she knows will come.

When it does, the druid pulls herself to her paws and carries her satchel - a large leaf with all the needed items - to where she will find the beast. When she arrives, her expression is soft - not in pity, but concern. Alaric, like every other challenger, knows what to expect when trying to earn a crown. She has no pity to offer those who willingly throw themselves into such battles. But her duty is to mend what is broken afterwards, winner or not.

"How are --" Hazel’s gaze snaps to the little shadow she’d somehow not noticed before, a teen with strange patterning on her body; it reminds Hazel of her own war-paint, the dye she carefully marks her fur with, but this seems part of her pelt. "He’s okay." She tells the girl carefully, flicking up to glance at the lion in question. "But he needs patching up. Would you help me?" Gods knew if the girl wanted to help or had any interest in medicine, but learning a little wouldn’t hurt - and it might make her feel useful, if nothing else.

@Alaric & @Tron

it is not @Hazel that finds him first, but a stranger that he does not know. a mental note is made to learn more of the pride members by name -- as gentry it was something he should be doing -- but for now he is annoyed. alaric, grumpy and irritable, pouted at the idea of having to make nice and exchange pleasantries with he was bloodied and beaten.

"do i look okay?" he grumped, with a furrow in his brow, acting all the world like a petulant child. thankfully hazel swept in and saved tron from further attitude, and he visibly relaxed at the sight of the well prepared healer.

venomous gaze roves over the small female who had saved his ilfe once more before before he manages a wry grin. "if you would..." he shifted to allow her free view of his numerous marks, grunting with the movement that brought a wave of pain. now that the adrenaline had worn off he was starting to feel the full extent of his injuries._{BG — ART — CODE}

"Speech."

Another was approaching, probably the one he actually called for, but her attention was stolen back to the injured pride member as he grumpily answered her question. She frowned, brow furrowing just as much as his had, her feelings somewhat hurt as she looked down at her paws awkwardly…no he didn’t look alright, but what else was she supposed to say to him? Fortunately, she was saved from answering the question that he probably didn’t mean to be answered. Her silver eyes turned to the clay colored lioness, she was nearly the same height as the growing teenager. Her words were relieving, he was okay. Tron would nod in response, glancing back to Alaric as the lioness mentioned patching him up and then asking if she would help.

Eyes snapped back to Hazel, nodding eagerly. “Tell me what to do.” She’d say, waiting patiently for instruction, but watching the lioness’ every move. Tron was eager to learn about healing, wanting to help however she could. Even if the patient was more than a bit grumpy.

OOC: @Alaric @Hazel

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