- Jan 11, 2023
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[ takes place after this thread though it's not necessary for context <3 ]
His trek had been successful, more than he'd dreamed. Home, he had returned, a poisonous sprig in maw, surrounded by friends; burning warmth in his chest. The bud is held carefully. It had to be, if he did not want to keel over so soon. There is curiosity, there... how quick the juices could kill. Things Vulturemask would be interested in too, would he not? Another experiment in order then... He may volunteer. Always, he would, but he should deliver it, first...
That is his only intention. To deliver, to assist. But his paws had dragged, tired, from the territory-wide trek. He had taken Sunstride's advice, nestled himself somewhere warm... Oh, company would have been nice, but he'd been much too late...
And he startles awake at late dawn, a thread of drool wetting his lip. His bounty still rested at his feet. To them, he scrambles then. And he worries– would its effects be lessened, the longer it stayed from its parent? Not ideal, oh no. What would the use be, if not to see and experience? Hurridly, Lambcurl grasps it again. Pink eyes are wide and glassy as he searches the clearing. There, yes. "Hello. Hello..." Quiet talk, further muffled; it'd be a wonder if Vulturemask hears him at all. But oh, he tries. And he sits. And the bounty is dropped at the healer's paws. "Water Hemlock." Simply, he says.
Only now does he notice that the color is not quite right. Gently yellow, the peeking blooms. Lambcurl's head tilts, just slightly. His smile drops into idle contemplation. Staring, now; and then, his eyes lift to Vulturemask's "The smell does not kill, I found out." Worthwhile discovery; he tells him.
[ It's yarrow </////3 @VULTUREMASK but not pafp! ]
His trek had been successful, more than he'd dreamed. Home, he had returned, a poisonous sprig in maw, surrounded by friends; burning warmth in his chest. The bud is held carefully. It had to be, if he did not want to keel over so soon. There is curiosity, there... how quick the juices could kill. Things Vulturemask would be interested in too, would he not? Another experiment in order then... He may volunteer. Always, he would, but he should deliver it, first...
That is his only intention. To deliver, to assist. But his paws had dragged, tired, from the territory-wide trek. He had taken Sunstride's advice, nestled himself somewhere warm... Oh, company would have been nice, but he'd been much too late...
And he startles awake at late dawn, a thread of drool wetting his lip. His bounty still rested at his feet. To them, he scrambles then. And he worries– would its effects be lessened, the longer it stayed from its parent? Not ideal, oh no. What would the use be, if not to see and experience? Hurridly, Lambcurl grasps it again. Pink eyes are wide and glassy as he searches the clearing. There, yes. "Hello. Hello..." Quiet talk, further muffled; it'd be a wonder if Vulturemask hears him at all. But oh, he tries. And he sits. And the bounty is dropped at the healer's paws. "Water Hemlock." Simply, he says.
Only now does he notice that the color is not quite right. Gently yellow, the peeking blooms. Lambcurl's head tilts, just slightly. His smile drops into idle contemplation. Staring, now; and then, his eyes lift to Vulturemask's "The smell does not kill, I found out." Worthwhile discovery; he tells him.
[ It's yarrow </////3 @VULTUREMASK but not pafp! ]