The Injured Stag

[EndRealms 132]

 

 

 

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The epiphyte hadn’t expected much when she went out into the woods that day- maybe a dead animal or two, such is the way of the balance. But when she ventured closer to the valah settlements… she stumbled across a stag, its foot trapped within a metal trap created by those who couldn’t bother to hunt themselves. As she approached, the creature lifted its head slightly to look at her- watching her every step, as a quiet plea for help. She stepped ever closer, kneeling gently as not to disturb the foliage around it.

“Llir… what happened to you?” She murmured quietly, eyes sweeping over the injured creature. It tried to get up, stumbling as it did so. The epiphyte quickly held her hands out- reaching out to help it back down, to rest. “Shh… let me work, oem’ii. I can heal you, and set you free. The valah hunters will’ne find you here. Ne on my watch.”

She moved down to where the stag was trapped, working quickly. She retrieved two sturdy sticks- using one to hold down the spring, and the other to keep the trap propped open as the stag pulled itself out. It stumbled away, leaving a small trail of blood after it.

“Wait- ne!” She quickly stood, jumping out of the way as the trap re-engaged. She stepped after it, holding her hands out. “I can help you- heal you enough you can get away from the hunters.” She held up a hand- a small branch of tippens root starting to grow from her palm. After- small blades of grass, pricking up beside it. “Come… let me help.”

 

 

The stag had knelt next to her quietly as she worked- a tippens root salve leaking from her finger as she traced along the wound to staunch the bleeding, and amberriddle sap leaking out shortly after to seal the wound. She lightly pet the stag as she worked, trying to keep it calm. “Ellaurir’Valleiansae, Hamatsa, siyueran myan’ehya ito heya’leh lye, kaean’leh ortilrun nae illerae.” She murmured the prayer quietly, almost like a song as she tried to heal the poor creature. “Kaean’leh Sirame ay’nae’leh lye myumierae. Oh lle orwaleh’ehya Hamatsa, nae’leh ahern kae illera.” As she finished the prayer, she retrieved a cloth from her medic pack to wrap the wound with- making sure to tie it in such a way the stag could shake it off, if needed.

“Narn lin, oem’ii. Be free” She stood, wiping her hands on the cloth of her armor as she gives the creature room to leave. She watches as it stands, and stalks off into the forest- pausing to look back at her one more time, before setting off back to its home with a limp. “Be safe” was her last whisper, as she looked back to the metal trap laying on the ground.

“Idiot el’orar” She muttered, picking it up. “Can’ne even hunt properly.” She looks around the area, pausing as she saw another glint of metal a little further away. She grabs a longer stick, moving over to prod at the glint- and flinching back as another trap was revealed. As her lips thinned she looked around- starting to search for and collect various traps left out in the wilderness. Once she was sure she gathered everything, she held up the metal traps, inspecting them.

“You may work well for a new blade… a new form that allows you to hunt properly, without cowardice.”

 

 

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A small piece of writing for my druid task! First time fully writing a forum post after a year on LOTC, for the character I started on, lets go. I also apologize for any inconsistencies in the elvish, I tried my best.

 

[Chuuwys 502]

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This writing is so fire!