Chaos Personified (OPEN)

[Kenyon]

“You need t-to take your medicine…”

This was met with a snarl that set the young haremaid cowering back once more. She was very young, having just started apprenticing in the infirmary, and was quite intimidated by its more… aggressive denizens. Feed and health care had done little for softening the two otters, indeed, as they were more able to move about, they grew more anxious to leave once more.

Roseleaf had them on a strict diet of vitamins and other drugs, especially for Damon, who had come to them more dead than alive. They also got a lot of cheese and fish in their diet, though that transition had been appropriately slow, so as not to make them sick.

Tam was restless today, and she leapt from her bed, shoving past the apprentice healer and into the main infirmary. She and Damon shared the small side room he had rested in originally, and the privacy suited Tam fine. She didn’t necessarily trust enough to sleep surrounded by strangers.

She bounded through the sick line and out into the hallway. She had explored a few times on her own. Perhaps this time she could make it to the arena where the hares practiced with weapons. She wanted to be able to kill before she returned North.

[Stryker]

tab; Freezing cold water forced the blood from a pair of dark, thin paws, hopefully belonging to a doctor, judging by the lack of initial shock to both the water and the iron-smelling fluid washing down into the sink. Lieutenant Azryel Black, who had just had the utmost unpleasantness trying to dig a broken fishhook out of a cadet's arm, which seemed fairly uneventful (at least for him, not so much the cadet) if it weren't for the fact that the fish hook had knicked an important blood vessel. To keep the panicking young buck from doing any further damage to himself, Azryel had promptly knocked him unconscious with a hefty blow from a bookend.
He wasn't normally in the business of knocking out his patients, but he just couldn't stand fidgeting, especially when the poor fool was going to bleed out if he kept up such antics.

Already forgetting about the incident, Azryel dried his paws on a nearby towel, checked them for cleanliness and began to make his way back to the infirmary with the boring intention of filing a report about it or writing some more in that notebook of his. The appearance of a particularly foul tempered ottermaid, however, prevented Azryel from going about his usual routines. Frowning, the cold, abrasive hare watched her quietly, reaching out a paw to stop her as she attempted to bound past him.
"Is the infirmary on fire? No? Then why are you out of bed?" He hadn't raised his voice, but the message was still delivered in an authoritative, clipped tone, as if he were dealing with a disobedient child who kept getting out of bed past their bedtime.
Azryel glanced past Tam to see the haremaid who'd let her leave the infirmary, knowing perfectly well Roseleaf would never have allowed such a thing. The apprentice wilted under his piercing stare, and Azryel gave a single jerk of his head, a silent command to go busy herself with something else.
He'd handle the disobedient ottermaid.

[Kenyon]

Tam was brought up short by the appearance of a thin, dark hare. She bared her teeth in a snarl as he blocked the way. It was the doctor, the annoyingly prissy male healer. Her ears folded back. If this hare thought he could frighten her, he had another think coming. As jailors went, he was not the most intimidating she’d seen.

"Is the infirmary on fire? No? Then why are you out of bed?"

“Amazing how some creatures feel the need to barge in where they’re no wanted.” She replied, dodging to the side and running down the corridor. She’d outrun Bane’s creatures in much worse condition than this. Now she was almost fat, there was a layer over her ribs she could never remember having, almost enough to hide them. Her fur was growing in thick and soft. If only they acted a little less like jailors, she might be persuaded to stay, just for that. For an otter, a healthy coat was essential.

But it didn’t mean she’d willingly submit to their rule. She’d come because she feared Damon dead, and wanted revenge. It was clear now they weren’t going to do anything about it, so Tampa was working on finding a way out. Shouldn’t be too hard. After all, she’d already escaped one fortress, hadn’t she? She turned a corner, heading down a flight of stairs.