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When Innocentia arrived in Funk E'tan's care that day her white fur was stained so heavily it was impossible to find the wounds from the clumps of sticky blood holding her fur together. There was a massive burn wound in her chest and having such a tiny body she had been entirely brutalized head to toe, not a single piece of her unscathed. Even her tail had been bitten so bad that if she had arrived a moment later the tail may not have even been saved. Throughout it all she had been silent, the pain so horrific she couldn't even utter a sound and had fallen in and out of consciousness. Today seemed more optimistic. Innocentia's gaze was sleepy from pain relievers, but she was softly whimpering, capable of making sounds once more, which was relieving given the damage on her throat and well... Everywhere. She was capable of being fully healed, but it was a long way for recovery, this would be a death sentence for most cats. Most of the time the league would never waste this much time and herbs on one cat, but it wasn't like Senescence would ever give the league any other option, but to save Innocentia.
Her breathing had improved the most, her chest rising and falling slowly, but at a steady pace. Bitten, burned, and stabbed she looked in a sorry state, however despite it all she still had all of her pride. The look in her eyes was like a calm storm, but a storm no less and when she caught sight of her nemesis she could still smile just as beautifully as she had before, "Funk," She whispered, the glee in her voice still there as her tail dragged slowly across the floor in anticipation, "Did you take care of me when I was hurt?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 15, 2020 0:34:55 GMT -5
If you asked Funk how he did it, he'd laugh and say it was no big deal. That this kind of treatment was easy for a genius such as him. Not that he still remembered the scent of her charred skin as soon as she came in. It was one of those times when there wasn't a Shaman, where he was the only healer. Even as she stumbled in, he took on that mission. The kind of pure mission that was supposed to be common for a doctor, to try and save a life. For once, he didn't need Sen's encouragement. FIt was a mess, a procedure that took several days. Now the entire den was covered in herbs, spider webs, and clothes covered in blood and water.
He was already bitter and bruised, his paws and mouth were raw from making medicine, mixing, applying. Funk didn't know the whole story, but he would ask later. And he knew the step after that, the step that lead to vengeance. He had tried to fall asleep every now and again, but every noise woke him up. He was zoning out, not thinking about anything when Innocentia's light voice said his name. "Of course. Though this is the only the beginning." The Nemesis smiled, keeping his voice low, "These are some vicious sons from hell, huh?"
Innocentia licked Funk E'tan's paw once, "thank-you," She said softly, her lick was brief, but left his paw warmer than it had been before. She hadn't taken a beating many times in her life and it showed by her normally flawless form. She was too little to take any major hits so she could never allow herself to get injured. The worst defeats in her life had been being easily lifted up and carried away. But this time it looked like her prey had rebelled against her. "I failed catching my meal once... I failed catching my meal again when the mother of the girl I failed to kill attacked and then the mother of the girl I was currently attacking attacked," She whispered between whimpers of pain, "But I'm still drooling for the prey I didn't get to eat..."
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 24, 2020 14:04:59 GMT -5
Funk would have told her no, but it was already done when it crossed his mind. Every movement could mean more skin tearing, more chances of infection. Innocentia was still on the edge of life, one misstep would send her careening. It made him stand and go to her back quickly to make sure her pelt was pinched between itself. He tried to only look but sometimes prodded gently just to make sure. Settling down again in front of her, he started putting together another bundle of pain killers together on instinct. The story didn't make much sense, too many family ties that didn't narrow down his list of suspects enough. He knew she tended to hunt near the Forest Clans, could only hope she took the hint and didn't go for another Dayclan cat. Any other clan, he didn't care.
The Nemesis couldn't stop the chuckle from coming out at her last statement. "Of course. We always want what we can't have or lost. I can't curb that desire now, but I'll have Lorelei catch you something when you can eat again." Poppy seeds were crushed under his paw into a fine dust, maybe even too small. He barely even noticed until he was wiping his paw to make sure he got them all on one pile. "We'll have vengeance." Funk's voice was barely above a whisper, gaze locked on the pile as he spoke more to himself than Innocentia.
Innocentia blinked back tears as Funk worked on her more, but she never made a whimper. She wasn't especially fast and she was likely one of the only cats that fought without using their claws, but her true strength came from her endurance and jaw power. She gave a small smile at his vow, "I've never gotten revenge before. Sounds like a fun activity." She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she lapped up the powdered poppy seeds substance.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 23, 2020 16:36:09 GMT -5
Funk didn't see the tears forming behind her eyes, but he worked as quickly as he could anyway. The severity of her injuries only increased how many stitches she needed. He rolled up some soft twoleg fabric he found before sliding it between the crook of her neck and shoulder. "It's going to be this for a while. So don't hold back on my account." There was no telling how long this would be, already a miracle that she was even conscious and speaking. It made him realize how little he even knew about Innocentia. "Never, huh? Not that I ever took you for the revenge-seeking type." Every time he tried to sit down, he would stand back up to do something else. Now tying sticks together with whatever he could grab, making triangles before attaching longer sticks to each point before making another triangle and attaching the other ends of the stick to those points. "Never been slighted or anything, huh?"
"I have," She said in a pouty voice, even if it didn't show in her facial expression. She was still too tired and her body far too over worked trying to compensate for her injuries to really show too much emotion. But even her tone didn't hold the same over exaggerated enthusiasm, everything was toned down and numbed. The change in her demeanor was saddening, but possibly a blessing as well. Being this tired and numb meant she was at least not feeling the pain to its furthest extent.
"My mother was Shaman Mouse and my two sisters and I were meant to compete to become mage. I was very shy, not outgoing and I crumbled under the pressure, my mom decided none of us were worthy. She had another kit with another to and she became mage. I was so jealous that my mother loved her more, but I was too broken inside to do anything about it. That's when I left to become a kittypet, I heard that they were always loved." There was a glint in her eyes now, but it washed over last moment.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 11, 2020 15:44:37 GMT -5
Funk let his gaze still on his craft as Innocentia started. The medicine at least appeared to be working. Though hearing the usually chipper Innocentia start to quiet down was strange. It wasn't heartbreaking, least not to him with no such thing to break. But it was still sad. The story still would have felt aged even without her dull tone. It wasn't one he could connect with, another piece of the puzzle of the gap between the two. Never really having a shy phase, he tended to lay quiet only when he had nothing to say.
"I see." Funk still said, despite it all. Despite his normal bedside manner of 'damn that sucks'. And even as those words hung in the air, he had no clue what else to say. Like any sort of comfort was either too alien to him or wouldn't be believed. Funk let it anyway, as he finished his craft. Two long prisms made of sticks, a few inches taller than Innocentia's frame. He placed one on each side of her before draping a cloth over her, the sticks holding the weight and keeping it from touching her. "Nothing we can quite do to avenge your past self, but I think a lot's changed either way."
"Me too," She whispered, her throat hurting too much to raise it anymore. She closed her eyes again wanting to rest.
A few moons had passed, Innocentia's paws were finally healed enough to not feel intense pain when she walked. Senescence had been hunting for her, which had been nice, but she had been missing the thrill of catching her own food. Still Senescence made her feel safe and protected in all the ways she loved. It almost felt like being a kittypet again, cared for by someone stronger, it was a warm nurturing feel. Gatherings had come and gone and that killed her the most, to know that Littlestar saw her absent from them, likely suspected she was dead or to scarred to ever show her face again.
The ladder was true though, she was mostly skin with patches of grey fur. A lot of it was from the burn wounds, but the stress combined with just how many herbs had to be applied to her made more of her fur fall out or change color. But this week she was finally considered stable, her fur could begin to grow back in and she didn't need as much medicine as she had before. Still she was a long way from doing anything other than supervising. She didn't know who told Lucistic to be her guard dog, whether it was him or Senescence. But Lucistic made sure that no one took advantage of her weak state to defy her. For a first time in a long time everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction.
"Hey," Innocentia said knocking at Funk's door, "I wanted to give you a report on the punishment district unless you're not interested." She said, her voice was still childish and high, but she whispered a lot ore. If she had an average voice her throat would have recovered easily, but because her vocal cords required more pressure they were taking longer to recover.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 6, 2020 15:49:08 GMT -5
Funk double. No, triple checked the cloth before letting himself sit again. "I'm sure." He whispered, choosing to let his paws rest briefly before he went out to find Senescence.
The last few moons had been tiresome, but fascinating. With how little training Blue had, and how little she cared, Funk had kept her off the case. Partially so he could guarantee Innocentia's treatment was correct, but partially cause he wanted to see what would happen if something went wrong. Though the worst he got was stability, which was still good. It was the first time he got to do so many things he just read about. In a strange sense, he was grateful to Littlestar and Mistyrose, but he still wanted their heads on a stake. When he wasn't taking care of Innocentia, he was off being a Nemesis and flirting like usual. Though his chapped paws tended to draw questions that he would blow off with a laugh and a lie.
Today wasn't one of those days. He had slowly taught Sen how to give Innocentia the medicine, even though he came back to check every time it was administered. Funk never questioned Lucistic's new station or asked him to leave. It was some ease on his mind that nothing was being tampered with when he wasn't there. Today was one of the few days he got to come to his lab, not a far walk from the church. Inside the glass containers were a few voles, one for each so three total. Not that they looked right, each now as naked as the day it was born. Each were given a slightly different diet, things Funk was hoping to speed up the hair growth process. In the silence, it was easy to pick up on Innocentia's voice. The Nemesis hopped down from his table, pushing the door open a little more to invite her in. "Of course I'm interested." While not the whole truth, he wasn't one to chase her off.
"Well everything was going really really good! But then we ran out of prisoners so now everyone's really bummed out. I think I'll have to ask the other proxies to get more prisoners in. I mean we have Lucistic so he's happy getting tormented, but he's only one cat and people have been getting rowdy when they don't get a turn quick enough," Innocentia explained.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 8, 2020 23:06:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's been quiet. Thankfully and unfortunately." Funk fiddled with one of his ears briefly as he spoke. It didn't help that some of the prisoners died in some of his experiments. But heck, it was for science. And any sacrifice for science was worth it in his opinion. The quietness at least made sure that Innocentia didn't have much to worry about, but now they had this. And he needed to at least try to keep Lucistic alive. "I'm sure one of them will have something for you, or will hunt a few down. How are you feeling today?" He tilted his head at the end.
"I feel fine, I'm just impatient for my fur to grow back. I'm a little scared it will grow back grey like when I was a kit," Innocentia said, but frowned, "I'm sorry I'm not cute to look at anymore. That was my best weapon, cats would see a cute kittypet, come to help, I'd tear open their throat. Now I'm useless to you... Maybe I can act wounded though."
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 4, 2020 19:27:24 GMT -5
Funk listened, blinking slowly. He'd need to keep working on the formula. "If that's your way of resigning, I'll need to see it in writing before I can process it." He purred, lightly brushing the ribbon around her neck to not be crooked. Even if he tried to be serious, he was pretty bad at it. Especially now, with no idea what to say. "Even then I'd say no. You're the furthest thing from useless, especially to me. Last I checked, Sen still checks out before noon to go through some ridiculous death traps." He laughed a little, remembering that poor scout's report, "Punishment runs smoothly cause of you. And no matter what color your fur grows back in, it'll be cute."
Tears welled up in Innocentia's eyes as she latched herself into him, her paws clutching his fur, "Thank-you sir- Funk."
In the past she knew no other nemesis would say that to her. They might pity her, but they would never give her mercy. Even now she had plenty of support and encouragement from Senescence, but she was her mate, of course she would say kind things. But hearing it from Funk E'tan, when he had no obligation to be as kind as he was warmed her heart. "You're a good friend Funk."
