Post by ANSELM on Apr 30, 2015 18:45:11 GMT -5
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ANSELM
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“Give it to me straight Doc, I’m dyin’ ain’t I?”
The other wolf covered part of his face with a paw bemoaning his situation while Anselm, restraining all sorts of candid retorts, simply rolled his eyes. Ever since he’d been dropped off at the rock two weeks or so ago and the slavers discovered his medical experience it seemed there wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t treating some overly dramatic guard convinced they were at death’s door. There were a few who had some dangerous infections, one of which was in a rather unfortunately private area, but most were just a bunch of babies. This guard was no exception.
He came to him complaining of a growing inability to flex his leg joints, and Anselm had a sneaking suspicion why. The guard, whose name he found to be Liam, was one of a group of conscripts who constantly were guilty of trying to impress any female dominor or guard which set foot within the rock. A few days ago he remembered watching their foolish attempts to gain favor by being the one who could jump off varying heights of plateaus and land uninjured. This was clearly some lingering side-effect of his stupidity. “Yep. Amputation’s the only solution.” Anselm found himself grinning softly, amused by his patient’s idiocy. “You’ll be fine. The joints are just strained. Take it easy for a while and you’ll be back to normal.”
Liam responded as if he had been given a new lease on life, looking at the light colored wolf with unmitigated glee. The larger brute lightly butted his head against Anselm’s side, showing his genuine gratitude. “You’re a pretty good guy, y’know that? Here.” Leading him out of the holding area the guard directed him to a corridor like opening between two jutting, solid walls. They walked down the hallway for a good while before coming upon an open plaza like space usually reserved for the more prominent and land holding dominors. “You’ll have a better chance of getting a decent home here. I think.” The wolf smiled somewhat sadly, as if he regretted that this was the best he could do. Anselm meekly nodded a thanks, wondering just how a soft-hearted guy like that even became a guard in the first place.
As his patient walked away, Anselm observed his new surroundings with hesitant curiosity. It was surprisingly different than the holding pens he had found himself in the last two weeks, and slaves were permitted to simply wander about with dominors stopping them every so often to ask questions and examine them. He assumed this was due to the low escape risk of the sklavin here, as well as the small chokepoints which were the only entry and exit points. As he settled himself against a rock he soon found himself in the same position as the other location: operating a pseudo clinic for dominors and sklavin alike, with a wolf or two approaching and walking away in a surprisingly orderly fashion. Hopefully he didn’t attract the wrong kind of attention. “Next.” He mumbled, mildly entertained with the whole ordeal. 'I’m Anselm and I’ll be your medic today. What seems to be the problem?'
“Give it to me straight Doc, I’m dyin’ ain’t I?”
The other wolf covered part of his face with a paw bemoaning his situation while Anselm, restraining all sorts of candid retorts, simply rolled his eyes. Ever since he’d been dropped off at the rock two weeks or so ago and the slavers discovered his medical experience it seemed there wasn’t a moment when he wasn’t treating some overly dramatic guard convinced they were at death’s door. There were a few who had some dangerous infections, one of which was in a rather unfortunately private area, but most were just a bunch of babies. This guard was no exception.
He came to him complaining of a growing inability to flex his leg joints, and Anselm had a sneaking suspicion why. The guard, whose name he found to be Liam, was one of a group of conscripts who constantly were guilty of trying to impress any female dominor or guard which set foot within the rock. A few days ago he remembered watching their foolish attempts to gain favor by being the one who could jump off varying heights of plateaus and land uninjured. This was clearly some lingering side-effect of his stupidity. “Yep. Amputation’s the only solution.” Anselm found himself grinning softly, amused by his patient’s idiocy. “You’ll be fine. The joints are just strained. Take it easy for a while and you’ll be back to normal.”
Liam responded as if he had been given a new lease on life, looking at the light colored wolf with unmitigated glee. The larger brute lightly butted his head against Anselm’s side, showing his genuine gratitude. “You’re a pretty good guy, y’know that? Here.” Leading him out of the holding area the guard directed him to a corridor like opening between two jutting, solid walls. They walked down the hallway for a good while before coming upon an open plaza like space usually reserved for the more prominent and land holding dominors. “You’ll have a better chance of getting a decent home here. I think.” The wolf smiled somewhat sadly, as if he regretted that this was the best he could do. Anselm meekly nodded a thanks, wondering just how a soft-hearted guy like that even became a guard in the first place.
As his patient walked away, Anselm observed his new surroundings with hesitant curiosity. It was surprisingly different than the holding pens he had found himself in the last two weeks, and slaves were permitted to simply wander about with dominors stopping them every so often to ask questions and examine them. He assumed this was due to the low escape risk of the sklavin here, as well as the small chokepoints which were the only entry and exit points. As he settled himself against a rock he soon found himself in the same position as the other location: operating a pseudo clinic for dominors and sklavin alike, with a wolf or two approaching and walking away in a surprisingly orderly fashion. Hopefully he didn’t attract the wrong kind of attention. “Next.” He mumbled, mildly entertained with the whole ordeal. 'I’m Anselm and I’ll be your medic today. What seems to be the problem?'
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