Bread Makes Everything Better
Characters: Wyldheart, Tagger
Location: FV:Infirm
A rat maid checks on her one and only charge at the moment, a teenage wildcat that has been trying to escape since she has been awake. First, the rat checks the cat's arms and legs, to make sure the strips of cloth holding the frail creature are secure. Satisfied, the rat leaves for her chambers. Wyldheart herself is forced on a cot, on her belly. Her back is raw, most of the glass shards removed and are set on a tray on the other side of the room. There are a few that are still embeded, the healer worried about removing them and causing the kit to loose more blood. Wyld however, for the first time is clean, and being so, its easy to see the bones through the cat's threadbare clothing.
Its not long after the ratmaid leaves for her chamber, that there is a little knock at the main door. Tap tap. Just little one. Not sounding like an emergency or anything. Just a tap tap. Which is soon followed by another, and another. The rat maid is most likely used to beasts being louder and does not hear it. Or, she might be ignoring it. Who knows. After the forth time, the door cracks open a little and the head of an otter pokes his head in, "Hello? Anybeast in here?" Its the voice of Tagger. He hmms to himself before moving his fine self in the door. Quickly closing it to keep the cooling air out. The otter is wearing a bit of his armor right now (Breastplate and Leggings) as he hasn't taken it off after what happened. His arms are bear and have red scars all over it. And many tufts of fur missing. More from his back than anything else. But otherwise mostly unharmed. On his back is a bastard sword with a green pommel, and in his right paw a bag of something. The otter gulps as he sees what's on the cot. Kinda... Maybe. Feeling guilty...
It is not really Tagger's fault, he just was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The wildcat herself has been chased out of most buisnesses in town, and in order to get by, she's been pillaging anything and everything she can get her paws on. And well, Tagger should feel lucky! Several beasts have wanted to put a bit of hurt on the wildcat, Tagger just caught her at a good time! The little cat isn't doing much at the moment, her eyes are closed, and she breaths rather unaturally, but hey- she's alive! And lucky for the otter, the she-cat is completely unarmed.
Tagger gives a little bit more of a gulp as he walks slowly toward the cat on the cot. His armor making a quiet little clank-clank as he walks. He is trying to be quiet, but with armor, you cant really help it. He manages to get over and plop the bag on the cot next to hers. Then, comes the sword. He takes a deep breath as he slowly removes the sword from behind his back. Its sharp as it is long. He gulps one more time, rising it up... before.... He places it down on the cot as well. So he can sit down proper. The cot creaks a bit as the large metal otter sits down before giving a little, "Hey" to the cat. He tries not to look at the glass still in her. Not something he wants to think about.
Even though she is weak, hungery, and now full of holes, the clank of armor and sword rouses her. Her hair, starts to get poofy, though she doesn't move much. her ears pin against her skull, and vainly, the cat struggles against her bonds. Wyldheart senses an otter! An otter! Those are the worst things ever, those otters! Her eyes don't open however, as they are swollen shut at the moment due to being put face-first through a bakery window.
Tagger ears go back as she notices him here. That... Looks really painful. He half glad that he didn't get tossed out a window. But... "Hey... Dont try to move..." Seeing as she cant see him, and probaly does NOT want to talk to the otter, "... In case you dont know. Im that otter you fought the other night... I... I think i tossed you out a window..." He thinks? He looks across her body at the damage he did before taking another breath and another crack, "Anyway... Im not here to hurt you..." There is some more clacking and clanking as the otter reaches over to the bag and peruses for a minute. He then pulls out a sandwich. An otter sized sandwich. One where he took a whole loaf of bread, and shoved a fish into it, "I brought you something..." He then notices the bonds, and wonders...
Not sure what else she can do at this point, Wyldheart takes her face, tries to point it in Tagger's direction. Lucky for him, she is too weak to do much more as make the spitting, loogie launching noise. No spittle flies, this seems to frustrate the trembling creature, so she puts her face down on the cot pillow, making squeeky angry soft noises.
Tagger ears go back and he actually scoots back a little bit. That is freakin' terrifying. The otter then hums as he looks at her bonds, then at her. Going to stand and state, "Okay... Look. While i have you in this position... I am... Sorry for tossing you out a window... But i would do it again if you tried stealing from my cousin again." he adds with a grunt, "But. I know your hungry. And i brought you some food..." He pats the bag, "Including this sandwich with a snapper in it. Caught it this morning... Now. I'm going to release you from your bonds... BUT You must not attack me. AND you must remain calm... Nod if you agree to this"
WyldHeart is not used to be given a choice, and with her face down in the pillow it takes a few moments for the question to process. She wants to scream and spit and bite his face! But, she cannot do so unless she is free. She cannot be free.. unless she nods her head, which she does with a /huge/ amount of reluctance. Truth be told, she is not sure what she is more excited for. The sandwhich, or how she is going over images of otter destruction over and over in her mind.
Tagger is blissfully unaware of the images that are going through her mind. Good thinking as well. He nods a bit of a smile spreads across his face as he says, "Good! Ill hold you to that." He did bring his weapon for a reason. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a wrapped package. Unraveling it turn out to be the bone dagger that the cat dropped/lost while at the bakery. Tagg hefts it in his paws as he looks over what should he unlock first... The footpaws? Maybe. Course she just might claw the hell out of him. But probably the same with both sets. He shrugs and decides to go for forepaws, the ones near her head, "Okay... Here i go" He quickly cuts the bonds, then jumps back. Just in case she gets any ideas.
In her mind, Wyldheart springs to action, BOING and starts thumping the stupid smelly river dog. In her mind, she stomps around on his carcass until he is nothing more then guts! But, the cat has nothing left. Spending a night out in the cold, too weak to get to shelter, sapped what little she had left. So, even though her bonds are untied, she lays on the cot on her belly, slowly drawing her paws up under her. She's cold.
Tagger is not smelly! Okay. Maybe a little. But that's beside the point. When the bonds are cut and he sees that she is not killing him just yet. He takes the opportunity to wrap the dagger up and place it behind him, next to his sword. Not giving it back till he knows that she wont stab him with it. He tilts his head at her. As she doesn't pounce on the sandwich just yet. Though he does see her pull her paws under her, "You cold?" Its quite warm to him, he hums as he looks around, "Ill get you a spare blanket." He is trying his hardest, he really is.
Her head still face down in the pillow, Wyld mumbles something. Becoming frustrated at not communicating, she shifts her wieght a little to the side, and mutters loudly, "..no!" All her limbs now safely tucked under her, making her look like a cat-loaf. She hates being weak, she hates being powerless, and this otter whom she can't thump into obivion has come to mock her with food, words and...blankets!? How /dare/ he! Her whiskers droop.
How dare he be so /Caring/! he cant help it. He feels bad for the poor thing. Which he would NEVER say outloud. When she turns to the side and says no, he nods and places the blanket at the foot of her cot and says, "Oh, Your not cold. Well. Ill just leave this hear then" He pats the blanket before going back over to the other cot and sliding his sword back into its loop, with a sharp hiss, "Listen. Im Tagger by the way. And im gonna leave this bag of bread here for you when you're feeling better. Maybe then you can come talk to me about helping you out with the food. I have a few jobs if you are interested..." he picks up the dagger and heads for the door, "I guess... Ill see you around. And hopefully under better circumstances..." he shakes head head before leaving.
Sure, if Wyldheart was of her usual strength and mind, she would have had many witty things to say back at the otter. If she had her bag that she lost the night before last, she would have had rocks to throw at him too! But alas, in her state she has not the will to do any of those things. Her legs finally warm under her furry form, the little cat has fallen asleep on the cot, most likely through most of Tagger's speech. Ahh well, at least he's not murdered in a pulp on the floor.
