03-18-2022, 02:13 PM
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Arseno was one of those injury-prone pirates that got rather familiar with healers. Though he hadn't been here much longer than a fortnight the wild-haired wolf had already scored several small contusions from general tomfoolery. The ocean was a new and marvelous thing to Arseno and he just had to get his paws all over anything new - including the more spiky and venomous things. As it was now the canine had a bit of crushed mussel shell sticking from between his paw-pads. Turns out he wasn't quite as efficient as a sea otter when it came to a tidepool meal.
It didn't take long for Arseno to find the Temple. He'd seen it when he'd first arrived at the base of the volcano looking as though he may as well have been shot out from the fiery depths. Thanks to the few tours he took Arseno knew this was where the herb storage was. And though he had no mind for medicine he figured he'd fix himself up somehow. It was just by some stroke of luck that someone likely far more educated in the way plants was already there.
With a sort of hopping motion the brown wolf entered the overgrown temple, eyes set doggedly on the ground before hearing the minute scufflings of the buildings residence. Arseno looked up to see an ocelot, "Good day" he spoke cheerily, voice bouncing off the stone walls as he hobbled forward. He truly held no reservations when it came to strangers. "Are you the doc here?" the question came with a small tilt of his horned head, ever-present grin in place. Approaching even closer he'd nearly done a double-take at the second set of eyes on the feline. And even closer still, not paying any mind to social norms in his curiosity Arseno noticed the little x above the jungle cats eye.
'X marks the spot.' he thought dolefully, quite tempted to reach out and touch it. Collecting himself, now noticing his proximity the wolf hobbled back a step. "I'm Arseno" the iridescent-eyed canine spoke unapologetically, holding out his injured right paw before him "mind taking a look?".
It didn't take long for Arseno to find the Temple. He'd seen it when he'd first arrived at the base of the volcano looking as though he may as well have been shot out from the fiery depths. Thanks to the few tours he took Arseno knew this was where the herb storage was. And though he had no mind for medicine he figured he'd fix himself up somehow. It was just by some stroke of luck that someone likely far more educated in the way plants was already there.
With a sort of hopping motion the brown wolf entered the overgrown temple, eyes set doggedly on the ground before hearing the minute scufflings of the buildings residence. Arseno looked up to see an ocelot, "Good day" he spoke cheerily, voice bouncing off the stone walls as he hobbled forward. He truly held no reservations when it came to strangers. "Are you the doc here?" the question came with a small tilt of his horned head, ever-present grin in place. Approaching even closer he'd nearly done a double-take at the second set of eyes on the feline. And even closer still, not paying any mind to social norms in his curiosity Arseno noticed the little x above the jungle cats eye.
'X marks the spot.' he thought dolefully, quite tempted to reach out and touch it. Collecting himself, now noticing his proximity the wolf hobbled back a step. "I'm Arseno" the iridescent-eyed canine spoke unapologetically, holding out his injured right paw before him "mind taking a look?".
appearance / wolf / the typhoon