Compendium of the Inked Wolf

Collection of all manner of things for my muse, Macaela E. Marley, and things that are enticing, exciting, or just beautiful to the eye.

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Three years is but a blink of an eye for most of the longer lived races. We have settled into a beautiful state of peace free of the wars that have plagued our people for far too long. So much was lost and the heartbreak made so many numb to the cascade of tragedies that befell Azeroth. Now that we are able to breathe a little easier, there are those who wish to honor the great gift that was given to our people. Hope for a new beginning for the Kaldorei. Join us in celebrating the life of those we lost, and in honoring those brave souls who endured the Maw and then sacrificed their eternal peace in Ardenweald to fuel a seed of hope for our people.  

Time: 7:00 PM CST, February 5th

Location: The Shady Sanctuary, Ohn’ahran Plains, Dragon Isles Anchors: Ollimos - MG, Shalíene - MG, Shirayà - MG

Community Feast This event will start off with a casual community feast. We encourage participants to bring their favorite food and/or drink to add to the menu and share with those who gather. This part of the evening is purely social, meant for mingling, eating, drinking, and enjoying the company of friends, both new and old. 

Wrestling Matches

What better way to work off a big meal than to enjoy feats of strength and endurance? Sign ups will be open to participate in a series of wrestling matches. This is a bracketed brawl, so spots will be limited. Please contact <Shaliene> for more information and to join the roster! Prize: 20k in-game gold. (Must be MG to accept winnings.)

Archery Tournament Feats of strength and endurance? Now we have feats of arms and precision! For all the marksman, hunters, rangers, bowmen, Sentinels, and more! Not looking to do hand to hand? Better at ranged attacks? This is the activity for you. Sign ups are open. Please contact anchors to add your name to the competitor's roster. Prize: 20k in-game gold. (Must be MG to accept winnings.)

Lantern Vigil A bittersweet and beautiful end to the evening. Join your fellow participants in a short walk to an overlook. There we will light paper lanterns and send them into the night sky, honoring the fallen and all those we lost. Lanterns and Inky Black Potions will be provided by the hosts so that all can participate.

This event is a Kaldorei roleplay event. While allies are welcome, because of what we are celebrating, we are asking for Alliance participation only.

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Stitches & Bitches

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Mac started to wrap her handiwork, covering Sam’s eye in the process as requested. As she worked, there was a small chuckle of amusement. “It is almond oil, peacebloom root, silverleaf, dried tel’abim banana leaf, mageroyal, bruiseweed, rosemary, and beeswax.” She paused a moment to tuck the bandages in place. Slowly, she removed her hand. “Very common plants which makes the recipe preferred over those new ones. I don’t need to crawl and claw my way across naga infested craters. I can go for a walk in Elwynn and find what I need. Does the same thing, only I don’t have to risk life and limb.” 

Mac started setting a few items aside. There were clean rolls of bandages, a tin of salve, and a business card. “The stitches are treated catgut.” She eyed her patient, waiting for the anticipated complaint. “They are strong as wire but dissolve after two weeks or so. I still suggest seeking me out around that time. Best to check you over and see if your foot is fully functional.” She pointed down. 

Though her work had been subtle, taking place while Sam was distracted by the stitches above her eye, Mac had seen the healing process along. While Sam’s foot was by no means good as new, she no longer had a rough hewn hole through it. Bone and flesh alike had been knitted back together, leaving the appendage tender but usable. 

“Try and see how it feels with a little weight on it.” Mac offered a hand, ready to give the lass support as needed once she got to her feet.

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Stitches & Bitches

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With her hands clean, she started organizing her instruments, keeping them sterile and applying a bit of disinfectant salve when needed. When everything was to her liking, she picked up a clean towel and dipped a corner in the warm water basin the barmaid brought out.

She paused, only for a moment, giving Sam a quick silent warning before she started cleaning some of the blood away. Nothing too close to the gash, so it wasn’t time for pain just yet. 

“Mm. I carry my own whiskey, love. The Gilnean stuff here was something I arranged with the owner after I punched one of his barkeeps. Was an unnecessary arrangement but one that will keep me a fairly loyal customer.“ 

Mac was quick to clean the outskirts of the wound, most would call it efficient. The remark about her wanting more brought a smirk to her lips but for once a filthy comment didn’t follow. 

“Okay, love.” She turned the towel to the dry side, positioning it carefully so that the thick cloth protected Sam’s eye but left the wound above uncovered. “Like ripping off a bandage.” Mac explained as she got the glass of vodka. 

Placing a hand on Sam’s forehead as she began to pour made one thing damn obvious. 

Mac was a fucking liar.

The moment her hand pressed against Sam’s head, there was a gentle warmth that began to spread through the woman. The promised sting, was really just a cool trickle. Mac even went so far as to dab the wound with a towel, which should have hurt like hell. Instead, it was just a light pressure. 

All was well in the world until Mac’s hand slipped away. All the promised pain came flooding forward as she went to clean her hands once more and ready the hooked needle in the suture kit. 

“Change your mind about the pampering comment, love?” She smirked. “By the way, this would be a perfect time to call me names. Points if you’re more original than just calling me a bitch.“ 

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“Oh? Punched a barkeep? Pity I didn’t know you then, would have loved to see that scene. A bit surprised too, usually the drunken bastards are the ones whose ass and groin I kick when they cannot keep their hands to themselves, not the barkeeps. What did the guy do?” She inquired with a tilt of her head, this was the type of story she loved the most since joining the army.

Samantha let out a sigh once the towel was placed over her shut eye. “Ripping off a bandage hurts like a bitch… go for it.”

The worgen prepared herself mentally as best as she could, teeth gritted and hands balled into a fist, ready for the sudden burst of pain, but even after she felt the vodka running down her skin, there was little more than a weak tingling sensation, nothing else.

“What the fel is go-” Sam was about to ask in confusion when Mac removed her hand, her patient’s words quickly turning into a a mix of groan and yell of pain. “Piss and demons!” She hissed eventually, her breathing ragged. If not for her damaged foto and ankle plus the rest of her injuries, the worgen might have jumped onto her feet at the sudden wave of pain.

“What the fuck, why did you do it like that?!” Her one good eye glared at Mac with restrained anger. “Any more of your little surprises I should be aware of? You better warn me NOW if you plan another trick like that, or I will really start calling you names. And if this is you pampering those you like, don’t want to guess what you do to those you hate.” She didn’t want to give the healer the satisfaction of calling her a bitch but it was close to slipping out.

“Now, will the actual stitching hurt around as much as this cheap shot, or a lot more?” Sam asked through gritted teeth as the alcohol did it’s job on the wound.”

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As she readied everything for the actual stitches, she smirked at the question involving the punched barkeep. “The nice versions that he called me ordinary. I didn’t take kindly to his opinion on the ordinary pool of people he used as an example.“ 

With everything prepared, she went to start the process of stitching up the facial wound, pausing when more questions came forth. There was also the expected moaning and groaning, so Mac held steady to wait for it to pass, mostly. 

“They will throb after. You’ll feel rather abused and sore. My touch will take the sting and pain away while I stitch. Trust me. It’s the nice version. I temporarily paralyze the idiots while they feel everything. Teaches them a little caution. I suppose I can make an effort to turn it off as I work. Give you the full fledged pain experience.” She offered teasingly.

Even though she had offered, the moment she reached out and started her work, that gentle warmth began to spread the moment Mac’s fingertips came into contact with Sam’s skin. As Mac pinched the gash together, all Sam should feel was a little pressure or tightness across her brow. When the stitches started, a tugging sensation would be present rather than the puncture of the needle. 

“I’m going to make these as small as possible. Minimal scarring that way. Not saying you won’t have a scar. It just won’t be one that intimidates small children and weak men.” She smiled, joking as she worked. 

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“Anyone calling you ordinary is out of their damn mind.” Sam grinned, her terrible humour and levity were useful tools to keep herself occupied from the pain. “Only idiots call beautiful ladies ‘ordinary’. Only story I got that could maybe top yours, is when a waitress got her nose broken after trying to claw me. She didn’t like her favorite patron keeping his eyes on me all night and not on her.”

“Me, sore? As if I didn’t feel that way almost every damn day.” She smiled, her head immobile all along so Mac could still work properly. “I think my face will hurt enough as it is after you pull away. Will the sttitches be in the way when I’ll be able to open the eye?” This wasn’t the first time Samantha had to deal with having her vision halved, but with the stitches so close it bothered her.

“Hey, you really think I need a big scar to look intimidating?! Outrageous!.” She huffed, arms crossed over her chest, but the healer could see Sam was just playing along. “Usually a glare is more than enough, though I do need both eyes to make it convincing. And who wants to intimidate weak men? Scaring the strong ones is more fun ”

“Actually, might take you up on the offer to let me feel the full pain when you start working on my foot and ankle. Would probably black out, saving you from my foul mouth. You’ll have your work cut out with that hole and the broken bones.” She added quickly while Mac’s hand was still on her brow.

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With the compliment in the air, Mac smirked, the expression lingering as she worked. "He swears it was a joke. I’m not so sure. Apologies were made, though. So what can you do?” Her smirk turned to small smile, though her bright eyes didn’t reflect it, her gaze honed onto each stitch she made. 

Sam likely felt a tugging sensation as Mac worked, each time it surfaced was another small stitch sewing her wound closed. “It’ll be little swollen for a few days. Stiff, really.” She spoke of the aftermath. “Shouldn’t impede you opening your eye too much. Unless you walk around all wide eyed twenty four seven.” She teased. 

Mac’s touch seemed to spread, that numbing warmth pulsing from head to toe. Sam might not have realized, but as Mac stitched up her face, she was using a different approach on Sam’s foot. Her gift knit bone and flesh alike, starting the healing process so that she wouldn’t be hobbled for weeks or more. She would still need to take it easy, but it was a jump start to the usually long healing process. 

“I suppose I should have warned you. I sort of did. Said my bedside manner sucked.” She smiled. “That translates into me healing you my way. That full pain you are joking about? If you were an ass, maybe. Well, probably. But this wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have to suffer over it more than have already." 

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“Noone makes jokes like that, not in good taste anyway.” Sam growled, she knew those types all too well. “Can’t say I would have acted differently… though I guess he’d have to worry about pleasing ladies once I was finished. Would think twice before trying any bullshit.” She smiled wickedly.

“Nahh, actually thinking of tying a bandada over it until the swelling goes down properly. Can deal with only seeing out of one eye for a few days if doing so ensures no long term issues. And at this point I’d wink at you again if I weren’t doing so since we’ve met.” Another chuckle with a cheeky grin. “Will have to avoid turning into worgen though, bet transforming doesn’t do the stitches any favors.”

“I don’t see any bed, but wouldn’t say no to a large, soft one.” Sam glanced around with her good eye, the insufferable grin wider on her face. “Most folks who got their asses kicked by me would be crawling on top of each other to call me one. Glad you found me instead, you know.”

“Wait, please don’t remove your hand just yet.” Samantha quickly called once Mac finially finished sewing the gash on her face. The worgen quickly gulped down two mouthfuls of whiskey and gripped the arms of her chair. Still, she couldn’t keep back the groan of pain once the healer’s touch vanished from her brow. “Piss and demons, this is terrible. Whoever came up with the idea for every single small cut to hurt like this is a real bastard.

“Please tell me you don’t need to use stitches on each of my scratches.” She looked at Macaela pleadingly. “Or if you must, please do my foot and ankle next before those.” Sam looked down at the damaged limb. “A pity for the boot, really liked this pair but there’s no way you can pull it off without cutting into it.”

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The comment Sam made insinuating a knee to the groin, or perhaps surprise castration made Mac laugh softly. She couldn’t say part of her hadn’t considered those options. She didn’t say as much, however, her laugh the only response. 

With the mention of a bandana, Mac took on a gentle teaching tone. "You’ll want to make sure a clean bandage is between your skin and any eye covering. Infection, although rare for our kind, can still happen. With the location, if it spreads, it could rob you of your sight, love. So be careful with the bandana and make sure to leave it uncovered often. The air helps." 

Mac was halfway through her work when she went reaching for a towel, wanting to re-learn the top of the wound. In the numbness, Sam mistook that for a job well done and started moving, taking a few gulps of whiskey. To avoid sticking the lass in the eye or worse, Mac’s fingertips hovered just above her patient. 

"Not done just yet. Smaller stitches take a little more time.” After the groan Sam made, Mac waited a moment, letting the woman settle a bit before she started again. Sam might have noticed her foot didn’t feel as gods awful as it had. The ruined flesh and any bone that had been damaged were well on their way to being mended, mostly. If anything, the damn thing would itch. The joys of healing. 

“No stitches for any of the scratches. They’ll just be the usual annoyance. I will give you some salve though. Good for cleaning those biffs and even lessening some bruises. It’ll be good to put over your eye here too. Cleans, numbs a tiny bit, and helps the healing." 

"As for a bed? I think there are rooms upstairs? I wouldn’t chance it though. If you can make it to the Trade District, The Gilded Rose will give you a room. I’ll send you with a card or three of mine. Give one to the innkeeper and she’ll take care of you. I delivered her sister’s child. Rough birth. Saved both mother and child, so she pays it forward." 

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“Thought you’d bandage it anyway before tying anything over that, but sure. Becoming a pirate is not high on my list of priorities, would be the butt of too many bad puns and jokes.” Samantha replied before something in Mac’s wording caught her attention. “ You said ‘our kind’, didn’t know you’re a worgen as well… surprising since I can usually sniff it out.”

“Uncovered, huh? Maybe in private then. Don’t mind scars or looking scary, but it will be annoying to constantly remind folks to keep to themselves. Bastards are resilient once they see an injured woman and want to take advantage, make sure they understand I’m no damsel in distress grows old fast.” She rambled, the bottle still in hand. “Usually just have to turn into worgen and that scares them off, but now…”

“Wait, what? Blood and ashes, why does it have to be the gash on my face that needs so many feldamned stitches?!” Sam growled, too preoccupied and annoyed to notice the improvement when it came to her other injuries. “At least promise me that there will be no more cleaning it with that cheap crap sold as vodka…”

“Bahh, no way. Thanks for the offer, but my little place in the attic is more than appealing. Good thing I actually bought a decent sized bed and can prop my leg up, sleeping in the hammock would make me extra grumpy when waking up tomorrow morning. Tend to rub my eyes to get rid of my sleepiness, I better remember it is a bad idea presently.”

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As Mac resumed her efforts in closing up Sam’s wound, her bright hazel eyes flashed a luminous amber color. There was a slight smirk that touched her lips, but no real verbal answer at first. It took several moments of silence before her voice sounded. “I don’t hide it but I don’t usually advertise it either. As for the scent? I was a wolf long before I was a worgen. My sense of smell was alway a little too keen. Smelling, even faintly, like a worgen doesn’t agree with me. So I don’t.” She smiled. “I prefer to just smell like the forest after it’s rained. That and my obsession with my bathtub and seldom used shifting habit has robbed me of the markers wolves usually detect.”

Finishing up the last series of stitches, Mac hummed with amusement over the vodka comment. “I learned long ago not to make promises like that. You’ll just have to grit your teeth with anticipation, wondering if it’ll be used or not.” She teased. As the final stitch was completed, knot and all, Mac held the needle between her knuckles on the hand that was providing the numbness. Small scissors were produced, a little snip sound as the thread was cut. 

“A little salve, I think.” As the scissors were set aside, a small tin was lifted up. Mac removed her hand as she was smearing a dollop over her work. There was a momentary throb but then a cool tingling sensation as she applied the goop. 

“That’ll soothe some of the ache and swelling and…” She raised up a roll of bandages. “Keep the cloth from sticking to anything healing.”

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Stitches & Bitches

Continued from here.

With her hands clean, she started organizing her instruments, keeping them sterile and applying a bit of disinfectant salve when needed. When everything was to her liking, she picked up a clean towel and dipped a corner in the warm water basin the barmaid brought out.

She paused, only for a moment, giving Sam a quick silent warning before she started cleaning some of the blood away. Nothing too close to the gash, so it wasn’t time for pain just yet. 

“Mm. I carry my own whiskey, love. The Gilnean stuff here was something I arranged with the owner after I punched one of his barkeeps. Was an unnecessary arrangement but one that will keep me a fairly loyal customer.“ 

Mac was quick to clean the outskirts of the wound, most would call it efficient. The remark about her wanting more brought a smirk to her lips but for once a filthy comment didn’t follow. 

“Okay, love.” She turned the towel to the dry side, positioning it carefully so that the thick cloth protected Sam’s eye but left the wound above uncovered. “Like ripping off a bandage.” Mac explained as she got the glass of vodka. 

Placing a hand on Sam’s forehead as she began to pour made one thing damn obvious. 

Mac was a fucking liar.

The moment her hand pressed against Sam’s head, there was a gentle warmth that began to spread through the woman. The promised sting, was really just a cool trickle. Mac even went so far as to dab the wound with a towel, which should have hurt like hell. Instead, it was just a light pressure. 

All was well in the world until Mac’s hand slipped away. All the promised pain came flooding forward as she went to clean her hands once more and ready the hooked needle in the suture kit. 

“Change your mind about the pampering comment, love?” She smirked. “By the way, this would be a perfect time to call me names. Points if you’re more original than just calling me a bitch.“ 

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“Oh? Punched a barkeep? Pity I didn’t know you then, would have loved to see that scene. A bit surprised too, usually the drunken bastards are the ones whose ass and groin I kick when they cannot keep their hands to themselves, not the barkeeps. What did the guy do?” She inquired with a tilt of her head, this was the type of story she loved the most since joining the army.

Samantha let out a sigh once the towel was placed over her shut eye. “Ripping off a bandage hurts like a bitch… go for it.”

The worgen prepared herself mentally as best as she could, teeth gritted and hands balled into a fist, ready for the sudden burst of pain, but even after she felt the vodka running down her skin, there was little more than a weak tingling sensation, nothing else.

“What the fel is go-” Sam was about to ask in confusion when Mac removed her hand, her patient’s words quickly turning into a a mix of groan and yell of pain. “Piss and demons!” She hissed eventually, her breathing ragged. If not for her damaged foto and ankle plus the rest of her injuries, the worgen might have jumped onto her feet at the sudden wave of pain.

“What the fuck, why did you do it like that?!” Her one good eye glared at Mac with restrained anger. “Any more of your little surprises I should be aware of? You better warn me NOW if you plan another trick like that, or I will really start calling you names. And if this is you pampering those you like, don’t want to guess what you do to those you hate.” She didn’t want to give the healer the satisfaction of calling her a bitch but it was close to slipping out.

“Now, will the actual stitching hurt around as much as this cheap shot, or a lot more?” Sam asked through gritted teeth as the alcohol did it’s job on the wound.”

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As she readied everything for the actual stitches, she smirked at the question involving the punched barkeep. “The nice versions that he called me ordinary. I didn’t take kindly to his opinion on the ordinary pool of people he used as an example." 

With everything prepared, she went to start the process of stitching up the facial wound, pausing when more questions came forth. There was also the expected moaning and groaning, so Mac held steady to wait for it to pass, mostly. 

"They will throb after. You’ll feel rather abused and sore. My touch will take the sting and pain away while I stitch. Trust me. It’s the nice version. I temporarily paralyze the idiots while they feel everything. Teaches them a little caution. I suppose I can make an effort to turn it off as I work. Give you the full fledged pain experience.” She offered teasingly.

Even though she had offered, the moment she reached out and started her work, that gentle warmth began to spread the moment Mac’s fingertips came into contact with Sam’s skin. As Mac pinched the gash together, all Sam should feel was a little pressure or tightness across her brow. When the stitches started, a tugging sensation would be present rather than the puncture of the needle. 

“I’m going to make these as small as possible. Minimal scarring that way. Not saying you won’t have a scar. It just won’t be one that intimidates small children and weak men.” She smiled, joking as she worked. 

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“Anyone calling you ordinary is out of their damn mind.” Sam grinned, her terrible humour and levity were useful tools to keep herself occupied from the pain. “Only idiots call beautiful ladies ‘ordinary’. Only story I got that could maybe top yours, is when a waitress got her nose broken after trying to claw me. She didn’t like her favorite patron keeping his eyes on me all night and not on her.”

“Me, sore? As if I didn’t feel that way almost every damn day.” She smiled, her head immobile all along so Mac could still work properly. “I think my face will hurt enough as it is after you pull away. Will the sttitches be in the way when I’ll be able to open the eye?” This wasn’t the first time Samantha had to deal with having her vision halved, but with the stitches so close it bothered her.

“Hey, you really think I need a big scar to look intimidating?! Outrageous!.” She huffed, arms crossed over her chest, but the healer could see Sam was just playing along. “Usually a glare is more than enough, though I do need both eyes to make it convincing. And who wants to intimidate weak men? Scaring the strong ones is more fun ”

“Actually, might take you up on the offer to let me feel the full pain when you start working on my foot and ankle. Would probably black out, saving you from my foul mouth. You’ll have your work cut out with that hole and the broken bones.” She added quickly while Mac’s hand was still on her brow.

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With the compliment in the air, Mac smirked, the expression lingering as she worked. "He swears it was a joke. I’m not so sure. Apologies were made, though. So what can you do?” Her smirk turned to small smile, though her bright eyes didn’t reflect it, her gaze honed onto each stitch she made. 

Sam likely felt a tugging sensation as Mac worked, each time it surfaced was another small stitch sewing her wound closed. “It’ll be little swollen for a few days. Stiff, really.” She spoke of the aftermath. “Shouldn’t impede you opening your eye too much. Unless you walk around all wide eyed twenty four seven.” She teased. 

Mac’s touch seemed to spread, that numbing warmth pulsing from head to toe. Sam might not have realized, but as Mac stitched up her face, she was using a different approach on Sam’s foot. Her gift knit bone and flesh alike, starting the healing process so that she wouldn’t be hobbled for weeks or more. She would still need to take it easy, but it was a jump start to the usually long healing process. 

“I suppose I should have warned you. I sort of did. Said my bedside manner sucked.” She smiled. “That translates into me healing you my way. That full pain you are joking about? If you were an ass, maybe. Well, probably. But this wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have to suffer over it more than have already." 

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“Noone makes jokes like that, not in good taste anyway.” Sam growled, she knew those types all too well. “Can’t say I would have acted differently… though I guess he’d have to worry about pleasing ladies once I was finished. Would think twice before trying any bullshit.” She smiled wickedly.

“Nahh, actually thinking of tying a bandada over it until the swelling goes down properly. Can deal with only seeing out of one eye for a few days if doing so ensures no long term issues. And at this point I’d wink at you again if I weren’t doing so since we’ve met.” Another chuckle with a cheeky grin. “Will have to avoid turning into worgen though, bet transforming doesn’t do the stitches any favors.”

“I don’t see any bed, but wouldn’t say no to a large, soft one.” Sam glanced around with her good eye, the insufferable grin wider on her face. “Most folks who got their asses kicked by me would be crawling on top of each other to call me one. Glad you found me instead, you know.”

“Wait, please don’t remove your hand just yet.” Samantha quickly called once Mac finially finished sewing the gash on her face. The worgen quickly gulped down two mouthfuls of whiskey and gripped the arms of her chair. Still, she couldn’t keep back the groan of pain once the healer’s touch vanished from her brow. “Piss and demons, this is terrible. Whoever came up with the idea for every single small cut to hurt like this is a real bastard.

“Please tell me you don’t need to use stitches on each of my scratches.” She looked at Macaela pleadingly. “Or if you must, please do my foot and ankle next before those.” Sam looked down at the damaged limb. “A pity for the boot, really liked this pair but there’s no way you can pull it off without cutting into it.”

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The comment Sam made insinuating a knee to the groin, or perhaps surprise castration made Mac laugh softly. She couldn't say part of her hadn't considered those options. She didn't say as much, however, her laugh the only response. 

With the mention of a bandana, Mac took on a gentle teaching tone. "You'll want to make sure a clean bandage is between your skin and any eye covering. Infection, although rare for our kind, can still happen. With the location, if it spreads, it could rob you of your sight, love. So be careful with the bandana and make sure to leave it uncovered often. The air helps." 

Mac was halfway through her work when she went reaching for a towel, wanting to re-learn the top of the wound. In the numbness, Sam mistook that for a job well done and started moving, taking a few gulps of whiskey. To avoid sticking the lass in the eye or worse, Mac's fingertips hovered just above her patient. 

"Not done just yet. Smaller stitches take a little more time." After the groan Sam made, Mac waited a moment, letting the woman settle a bit before she started again. Sam might have noticed her foot didn't feel as gods awful as it had. The ruined flesh and any bone that had been damaged were well on their way to being mended, mostly. If anything, the damn thing would itch. The joys of healing. 

"No stitches for any of the scratches. They'll just be the usual annoyance. I will give you some salve though. Good for cleaning those biffs and even lessening some bruises. It'll be good to put over your eye here too. Cleans, numbs a tiny bit, and helps the healing." 

"As for a bed? I think there are rooms upstairs? I wouldn't chance it though. If you can make it to the Trade District, The Gilded Rose will give you a room. I'll send you with a card or three of mine. Give one to the innkeeper and she'll take care of you. I delivered her sister's child. Rough birth. Saved both mother and child, so she pays it forward." 

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Stitches & Bitches

Continued from here.

With her hands clean, she started organizing her instruments, keeping them sterile and applying a bit of disinfectant salve when needed. When everything was to her liking, she picked up a clean towel and dipped a corner in the warm water basin the barmaid brought out.

She paused, only for a moment, giving Sam a quick silent warning before she started cleaning some of the blood away. Nothing too close to the gash, so it wasn’t time for pain just yet. 

“Mm. I carry my own whiskey, love. The Gilnean stuff here was something I arranged with the owner after I punched one of his barkeeps. Was an unnecessary arrangement but one that will keep me a fairly loyal customer.“ 

Mac was quick to clean the outskirts of the wound, most would call it efficient. The remark about her wanting more brought a smirk to her lips but for once a filthy comment didn’t follow. 

“Okay, love.” She turned the towel to the dry side, positioning it carefully so that the thick cloth protected Sam’s eye but left the wound above uncovered. “Like ripping off a bandage.” Mac explained as she got the glass of vodka. 

Placing a hand on Sam’s forehead as she began to pour made one thing damn obvious. 

Mac was a fucking liar.

The moment her hand pressed against Sam’s head, there was a gentle warmth that began to spread through the woman. The promised sting, was really just a cool trickle. Mac even went so far as to dab the wound with a towel, which should have hurt like hell. Instead, it was just a light pressure. 

All was well in the world until Mac’s hand slipped away. All the promised pain came flooding forward as she went to clean her hands once more and ready the hooked needle in the suture kit. 

“Change your mind about the pampering comment, love?” She smirked. “By the way, this would be a perfect time to call me names. Points if you’re more original than just calling me a bitch." 

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“Oh? Punched a barkeep? Pity I didn’t know you then, would have loved to see that scene. A bit surprised too, usually the drunken bastards are the ones whose ass and groin I kick when they cannot keep their hands to themselves, not the barkeeps. What did the guy do?” She inquired with a tilt of her head, this was the type of story she loved the most since joining the army.

Samantha let out a sigh once the towel was placed over her shut eye. “Ripping off a bandage hurts like a bitch… go for it.”

The worgen prepared herself mentally as best as she could, teeth gritted and hands balled into a fist, ready for the sudden burst of pain, but even after she felt the vodka running down her skin, there was little more than a weak tingling sensation, nothing else.

“What the fel is go-” Sam was about to ask in confusion when Mac removed her hand, her patient’s words quickly turning into a a mix of groan and yell of pain. “Piss and demons!” She hissed eventually, her breathing ragged. If not for her damaged foto and ankle plus the rest of her injuries, the worgen might have jumped onto her feet at the sudden wave of pain.

“What the fuck, why did you do it like that?!” Her one good eye glared at Mac with restrained anger. “Any more of your little surprises I should be aware of? You better warn me NOW if you plan another trick like that, or I will really start calling you names. And if this is you pampering those you like, don’t want to guess what you do to those you hate.” She didn’t want to give the healer the satisfaction of calling her a bitch but it was close to slipping out.

“Now, will the actual stitching hurt around as much as this cheap shot, or a lot more?” Sam asked through gritted teeth as the alcohol did it’s job on the wound.”

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As she readied everything for the actual stitches, she smirked at the question involving the punched barkeep. "The nice versions that he called me ordinary. I didn’t take kindly to his opinion on the ordinary pool of people he used as an example." 

With everything prepared, she went to start the process of stitching up the facial wound, pausing when more questions came forth. There was also the expected moaning and groaning, so Mac held steady to wait for it to pass, mostly. 

"They will throb after. You’ll feel rather abused and sore. My touch will take the sting and pain away while I stitch. Trust me. It’s the nice version. I temporarily paralyze the idiots while they feel everything. Teaches them a little caution. I suppose I can make an effort to turn it off as I work. Give you the full fledged pain experience.” She offered teasingly.

Even though she had offered, the moment she reached out and started her work, that gentle warmth began to spread the moment Mac’s fingertips came into contact with Sam’s skin. As Mac pinched the gash together, all Sam should feel was a little pressure or tightness across her brow. When the stitches started, a tugging sensation would be present rather than the puncture of the needle. 

“I’m going to make these as small as possible. Minimal scarring that way. Not saying you won’t have a scar. It just won’t be one that intimidates small children and weak men.” She smiled, joking as she worked. 

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“Anyone calling you ordinary is out of their damn mind.” Sam grinned, her terrible humour and levity were useful tools to keep herself occupied from the pain. “Only idiots call beautiful ladies ‘ordinary’. Only story I got that could maybe top yours, is when a waitress got her nose broken after trying to claw me. She didn’t like her favorite patron keeping his eyes on me all night and not on her.”

“Me, sore? As if I didn’t feel that way almost every damn day.” She smiled, her head immobile all along so Mac could still work properly. “I think my face will hurt enough as it is after you pull away. Will the sttitches be in the way when I’ll be able to open the eye?” This wasn’t the first time Samantha had to deal with having her vision halved, but with the stitches so close it bothered her.

“Hey, you really think I need a big scar to look intimidating?! Outrageous!.” She huffed, arms crossed over her chest, but the healer could see Sam was just playing along. “Usually a glare is more than enough, though I do need both eyes to make it convincing. And who wants to intimidate weak men? Scaring the strong ones is more fun ”

“Actually, might take you up on the offer to let me feel the full pain when you start working on my foot and ankle. Would probably black out, saving you from my foul mouth. You’ll have your work cut out with that hole and the broken bones.” She added quickly while Mac’s hand was still on her brow.

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With the compliment in the air, Mac smirked, the expression lingering as she worked. "He swears it was a joke. I'm not so sure. Apologies were made, though. So what can you do?" Her smirk turned to small smile, though her bright eyes didn't reflect it, her gaze honed onto each stitch she made. 

Sam likely felt a tugging sensation as Mac worked, each time it surfaced was another small stitch sewing her wound closed. "It'll be little swollen for a few days. Stiff, really." She spoke of the aftermath. "Shouldn't impede you opening your eye too much. Unless you walk around all wide eyed twenty four seven." She teased. 

Mac's touch seemed to spread, that numbing warmth pulsing from head to toe. Sam might not have realized, but as Mac stitched up her face, she was using a different approach on Sam's foot. Her gift knit bone and flesh alike, starting the healing process so that she wouldn't be hobbled for weeks or more. She would still need to take it easy, but it was a jump start to the usually long healing process. 

"I suppose I should have warned you. I sort of did. Said my bedside manner sucked." She smiled. "That translates into me healing you my way. That full pain you are joking about? If you were an ass, maybe. Well, probably. But this wasn't your fault. You shouldn't have to suffer over it more than have already." 

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Stitches & Bitches

Continued from here.

With her hands clean, she started organizing her instruments, keeping them sterile and applying a bit of disinfectant salve when needed. When everything was to her liking, she picked up a clean towel and dipped a corner in the warm water basin the barmaid brought out.

She paused, only for a moment, giving Sam a quick silent warning before she started cleaning some of the blood away. Nothing too close to the gash, so it wasn’t time for pain just yet. 

“Mm. I carry my own whiskey, love. The Gilnean stuff here was something I arranged with the owner after I punched one of his barkeeps. Was an unnecessary arrangement but one that will keep me a fairly loyal customer." 

Mac was quick to clean the outskirts of the wound, most would call it efficient. The remark about her wanting more brought a smirk to her lips but for once a filthy comment didn’t follow. 

"Okay, love.” She turned the towel to the dry side, positioning it carefully so that the thick cloth protected Sam’s eye but left the wound above uncovered. “Like ripping off a bandage.” Mac explained as she got the glass of vodka. 

Placing a hand on Sam’s forehead as she began to pour made one thing damn obvious. 

Mac was a fucking liar.

The moment her hand pressed against Sam’s head, there was a gentle warmth that began to spread through the woman. The promised sting, was really just a cool trickle. Mac even went so far as to dab the wound with a towel, which should have hurt like hell. Instead, it was just a light pressure. 

All was well in the world until Mac’s hand slipped away. All the promised pain came flooding forward as she went to clean her hands once more and ready the hooked needle in the suture kit. 

“Change your mind about the pampering comment, love?” She smirked. “By the way, this would be a perfect time to call me names. Points if you’re more original than just calling me a bitch." 

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[asharinhun]

“Oh? Punched a barkeep? Pity I didn’t know you then, would have loved to see that scene. A bit surprised too, usually the drunken bastards are the ones whose ass and groin I kick when they cannot keep their hands to themselves, not the barkeeps. What did the guy do?” She inquired with a tilt of her head, this was the type of story she loved the most since joining the army.

Samantha let out a sigh once the towel was placed over her shut eye. “Ripping off a bandage hurts like a bitch… go for it.”

The worgen prepared herself mentally as best as she could, teeth gritted and hands balled into a fist, ready for the sudden burst of pain, but even after she felt the vodka running down her skin, there was little more than a weak tingling sensation, nothing else.

“What the fel is go-” Sam was about to ask in confusion when Mac removed her hand, her patient’s words quickly turning into a a mix of groan and yell of pain. “Piss and demons!” She hissed eventually, her breathing ragged. If not for her damaged foto and ankle plus the rest of her injuries, the worgen might have jumped onto her feet at the sudden wave of pain.

“What the fuck, why did you do it like that?!” Her one good eye glared at Mac with restrained anger. “Any more of your little surprises I should be aware of? You better warn me NOW if you plan another trick like that, or I will really start calling you names. And if this is you pampering those you like, don’t want to guess what you do to those you hate.” She didn’t want to give the healer the satisfaction of calling her a bitch but it was close to slipping out.

“Now, will the actual stitching hurt around as much as this cheap shot, or a lot more?” Sam asked through gritted teeth as the alcohol did it’s job on the wound.”

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As she readied everything for the actual stitches, she smirked at the question involving the punched barkeep. "The nice versions that he called me ordinary. I didn't take kindly to his opinion on the ordinary pool of people he used as an example." 

With everything prepared, she went to start the process of stitching up the facial wound, pausing when more questions came forth. There was also the expected moaning and groaning, so Mac held steady to wait for it to pass, mostly. 

"They will throb after. You'll feel rather abused and sore. My touch will take the sting and pain away while I stitch. Trust me. It's the nice version. I temporarily paralyze the idiots while they feel everything. Teaches them a little caution. I suppose I can make an effort to turn it off as I work. Give you the full fledged pain experience." She offered teasingly.

Even though she had offered, the moment she reached out and started her work, that gentle warmth began to spread the moment Mac's fingertips came into contact with Sam's skin. As Mac pinched the gash together, all Sam should feel was a little pressure or tightness across her brow. When the stitches started, a tugging sensation would be present rather than the puncture of the needle. 

"I'm going to make these as small as possible. Minimal scarring that way. Not saying you won't have a scar. It just won't be one that intimidates small children and weak men." She smiled, joking as she worked. 

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latin word of the day: nemoricultrix, forest-haunting, she that dwells in the woods

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Stitches & Bitches

Continued from here.

With her hands clean, she started organizing her instruments, keeping them sterile and applying a bit of disinfectant salve when needed. When everything was to her liking, she picked up a clean towel and dipped a corner in the warm water basin the barmaid brought out.

She paused, only for a moment, giving Sam a quick silent warning before she started cleaning some of the blood away. Nothing too close to the gash, so it wasn't time for pain just yet. 

"Mm. I carry my own whiskey, love. The Gilnean stuff here was something I arranged with the owner after I punched one of his barkeeps. Was an unnecessary arrangement but one that will keep me a fairly loyal customer." 

Mac was quick to clean the outskirts of the wound, most would call it efficient. The remark about her wanting more brought a smirk to her lips but for once a filthy comment didn't follow. 

"Okay, love." She turned the towel to the dry side, positioning it carefully so that the thick cloth protected Sam's eye but left the wound above uncovered. "Like ripping off a bandage." Mac explained as she got the glass of vodka. 

Placing a hand on Sam's forehead as she began to pour made one thing damn obvious. 

Mac was a fucking liar.

The moment her hand pressed against Sam's head, there was a gentle warmth that began to spread through the woman. The promised sting, was really just a cool trickle. Mac even went so far as to dab the wound with a towel, which should have hurt like hell. Instead, it was just a light pressure. 

All was well in the world until Mac's hand slipped away. All the promised pain came flooding forward as she went to clean her hands once more and ready the hooked needle in the suture kit. 

"Change your mind about the pampering comment, love?" She smirked. "By the way, this would be a perfect time to call me names. Points if you're more original than just calling me a bitch." 

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