Washed Ashore ((PLOT, OPEN!))

[Kenyon]

"Damon Warhound, Son of Dalla Warhound and War Chieftain Brodin Warhound, of the High North Coast and the last of my Clan."

Roseleaf shook her head, taking the tray and handing it to Vicky. The poor beast, to lose his entire family. She wondered who he was looking for, how they were related to the scarred otter sitting in her infirmary bed. She straightened the room.

"Do you remember how you came here?"

“He can tell us later.” Roseleaf was remembering where Jamie had headed off to. He’d gone to get the badgerlord, and she didn’t need that fat lump in here stepping on another patient. With the reactions Damon was having, she’d end up with a brawl on her paws. “Come Victiore, out. And if you see that badgerlord out there before I do, don’t let him in here.”

She turned to Damon, face serious. “We’ll keep an eye out, lad. I want you to get some sleep now so you can heal up.” She waited until he lay down before exiting the room, pulling the door shut behind her. “Victiore, is that badger here yet?”

[Tracy]

"Sorry, m'lord," Jamie said to Braythe as Roseleaf moved back into the infirmary. "Didn't realize she would… forbid you access." The young lieutenant, although slightly baffled and a bit surprised, was having trouble keeping a straight face. The infirmary-keeper wasn't terribly secretive about her opinion of Lord Braythe, and Jamie should've known this would be the outcome.

Even as Roseleaf stood outside of the infirmary, informing the Badger Lord he couldn't go inside, Jamie remained carefully out of the debate. With loyalty split between affection for his girlfriend and respect for his Badger Lord, Jamie decided it was best not to pick a side. Roseleaf had at least given Braythe all the information she knew, which was little to be sure, but had refused to let the badger in to speak with the otter.

Looking briefly at door Roseleaf had closed as she went back inside, Jamie was wishing he could slip in and at least say goodbye. With their various duties, he never knew if it was going to be a couple hours or a couple days until he saw her again. He couldn't just walk into the infirmary now, after Braythe had very decisively been forbidden access. Reluctantly, he glanced to a nearby window. "Well, I've lessons I need t'be getting to, so I should go."

[.:Fawn:.]

~Several Hours Later~

Braythe the Savage was not a stealthy beast. To be quite honest, there were many who doubted his ability to even tip-paw if he really wanted to; combining a natural sense of presence, heavy footfalls and an enormous size, it was a wonder anybeast couldn't hear him coming a mile away. The badger, however, did not know he wasn't a stealthy beast, and figured himself quite the skilled creature as he crept into the infirmary several hours after he and Jameson Sersea had parted ways that afternoon. Easing the door open with a loud 'creeeeaaaak', he noticed that a majority of the staff were out for dinner -- and Doctor Black was nowhere to be found! What luck!
Grinning like a naughty Dibbun, Braythe slipped inside, shutting the door carefully behind himself and glancing around amongst the patients. Some of them were awake, but he tried his best to wave at them in a friendly manner, often pressing a paw to his lips as though to silently 'shush' them.

It took him all of five minutes to find the beast all the fuss was about, and when he did, Braythe was admittedly both shocked and a little disappointed. This bag of skin and bones is the otter everyone's talking about? The shockingly white badger stared down at the unconscious Damon Warhound, studying the scarred figure lying upon the bed like a starved corpse. His nose wrinkled in disgust -- not at the otter himself, but at the memories his appearance provoked in Braythe. He too knew what it felt like to be captured and have your freedom taken from you, starved and humiliated, robbed of family and friends. Whatever creature did this, Braythe silently assured himself, I'll crush them into dust. Curiosity overcoming the giant's already weak grasp of personal space, the badger leaned in closer to Damon's face, bronze eyes curiously taking in the sunken cheeks and the chapped, bloody lips, watching a few uneasy breaths raise and lower the otter's chest.
Suddenly, as though sensing danger close by, Damon's eyes snapped open, the crimson irises startlingly bright against his dark, skeletal face, and his mouth stretched open in a scream of half horror and half ferociousness. WHAT. IS. THIS. THING?!

"YAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!"

"NO, shut up!" Braythe snapped, smacking a paw down over Damon's mouth -- damn it, Roseleaf was going to kick him out if he made more noise! The gesture nearly knocked Damon unconscious, and he did the only thing he knew how to do; he sank his teeth into Braythe's paw, who yelled in shock and shook his whole arm, trying to wrest the demented otter off of him. "GET OFF ME!" But Damon was clinging to him like demon, whole body wrapped around Braythe's entire arm, biting and scratching and biting again.

You know, Braythe was starting to get the feeling that whenever he stuck his nose in places they didn't belong, bad situations tended to arise from it.

((Smart Braythe, real smart. Poor Damon's fighting for his life and Braythe's nearly suffocating him trying to shut him up. xD Enter Vicky or Jamie to the rescue!))

[Cross]

Vicky was in the middle of taking a short catnap, her slender arms folded over the top of a vacant table, head buried in the crook of her elbow. Her bright green eyes fluttered closed, her mind gone to the world as she slipped into the heavy blackness of sleep. She let out a contented sigh, weary from the past few days. Weeks? When had she come here? Oh, it didn't matter. Sleep.

"YAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!"

Vicky's eyes snapped open, and she sat up straight with a jolt, eyes wide. She got out of her seat, hurrying towards the noise. What on earth--

"NO, shut up!"

"Lord Braythe?!" Vicky exclaimed, dumbfounded at the sight of the white badger wrestling the injured otter. She wasn't quite sure what to do at this point. She couldn't very well stop either of the creatures. They were both bigger and stronger than she was.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Braythe!" Vicky cried, desperate now. "Damon, please! STOP!" She covered her mouth with her paws, eyes wide with shock and concern.