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Raullaur As the months have passed, the Lion's Pride has taken over more space in the East Quarter, and looking more prosperous. Professional. Barracks, a place for food, somewhat of a training area though not large enough for all at once, and various other buildings: arms and armor, stores, and one that could--if it were bigger and more focused--be called a hospital.

Raullaur is making his round of the hospital where a couple of his troop are sick, and one had a bad fall from pulling a prank (the looting and display of undergarments). In his stadard garb of unbleached linen with leather at the knees and elbows, the beastman walks slowly but steadily, watching and getting a feel for the house.

River Jewel As it so happens, a young lady named Garnet has recently shown up among the few physicians helping out the rebuilding military of Great Forks, and she's been showing special attention to the Lion's Pride, it would seem. And she's currently in the military hospital, as it were, dressed in simple white robes bearing the House of Healing's mark embroided prominently in several locations.

Her voice can be heard drifting melodiously down the hall from the open door to the unfortunate trooper's recovery room. "Yes, you'll make a full recovery in no time, don't you worry. Just relax and let the ointment work its way through the skin down to the bones. It's going to feel awfully weird and itchy for a few hours. Do please try not to scratch it much... should I wrap it up even more as a reminder not to?"

If Raullaur turns the bend she'll find that his warrior is in a rather embarassing-looking position, laying on his belly with the young lady currently wrapping his rump up in some kind of gauze...

Raullaur "Sahar, don't you /even/ scratch. And let the healer leave, because you /will/ be good. Right?"

The voice is a rumbling purr that is very deep and the lion being worked on twitches under Garnet. "Right! No scratching, 'til tomorrow!"

"And remember this the next time you try to pull pranks. It has to be worth the chance of /this/." He grins, "Same in fights. Battles. Risk against reward." He nods to the pair, "And thank you, Garnet. People have been getting on their feet faster."

River Jewel As always, trust a commander to be more strict than the medics... until the medics have seen everything. Or the commander is injured...

Garnet simply shows a growing smile seeing the relationship on display here, though it's easily mistaken as for the praise. "Think nothing of it. These things happen... I just hope good lessons are learned from them." She answers graciously, standing up. "Hope your day's going well."

Raullaur "Well enough. Itching to get out for a real battle some time, but people are scared of us," he says with a chuckle. Sahar slowly gets up and gets his own clothes back on carefully, and walks--a bit bow-legged--out of the room.

"What about you? Garnet, right? Not many humans in here, after all," he says and curls his lips back in a feline grin. Also, he's the solitary lion who has not been in for a checkup let alone an injury.

River Jewel "Garnet, yes. Kind of you to remember! ...ah, and it's a shame that anyone's scared, but I suppose you and yours might as well take it as a compliment. Not many can achieve that by simply strolling around." Her tone's mildly joking. Light and airy.

"And speaking of remembering... I don't remember you ever undergoing any kind of physical. From what I hear, you like to lead from the front but don't have a single documented injury since offering your services here. You really must be remarkably skilled."

Raullaur "Or just stubborn enough to ignore things," Raullaur says with a laugh. "But yes, I /am/ good." He shakes his head, the thick cinnamon mane tossed and catching a glint of the early sun. "So I haven't come. Let the troops get helped, since they need it and I don't."

Of course, the men are impressed, but have talked to the healers about being a bit worried...

River Jewel "Oh, but that's where you might be wrong." A devilish tone starts to brew in Garnet's voice. Not wicked, more the big sisterly sort. The kind that screams 'you are being a moron.'

"Physicals and checkups aren't just for dealing with the injuries of the here and now. They're also used to check on long-term health changes and catch signs of nasty diseases, joint issues... and all kinds of subtle things that creep up on people. And as the saying goes... oh, what was it... a dinar of prevention's worth a talent of cure?" She tilts her head, trying to remember, but ends up just shrugging.

"Still, I can't force you."

Raullaur Raul grumbles a bit. "I haven't had anything like that in....years, not since..." He trails off, and shakes his head. "But go ahead..you'll find me in prefect health. Nothing to worry about." A chuckle, "Of course, not quite human..."
River Jewel "Ah. If I was worried about that, this is the last place I'd be." Garnet points out good-naturedly. "I'm well aware of the nature of your people... and several ways in which bloodlines like yours can come about." Mentioning that brings a slight bit of color to her cheeks though. "The silly fears people have, thinking that being part beast must mean less than human... no, they don't know what they are talking about."

Finding herself rambling, she shakes her head quickly to clear it, then sprouts a smile, standing up. "Well, wasn't expecting you to volunteer. You have time for that? If not, we can put it off for tonight."

Raullaur "Call it a sudden test of my seconds. See how they handle it." He chuckles, "As for bloodlines, well, we have old stories, ancient ones, sung from generation to generation. Don't know if you'd want to hear one or not, though..."
River Jewel Garnet walks over to the door and shuts it, closing the lock-latch. "Since I'm guessing you'll want some privacy then..." She explains, before heading back over to a nearby seat and gesturing that Raullaur do the same.

"I'd gladly listen, if you feel like sharing."

Raullaur "It is...nice to have privacy. A place to keep the world out of and just...relax. Safe. Secure," Raul says with a feline grin. He goes to sit down, and then half-closes his golden eyes.

"In days gone by, the heroes of the skies and heavens walked the earth--the sun, moon, and stars all, and wrought they mighty deeds throughout creation. And then, a time of war, of cataclysm. Much was lost. And in grief, sun fell to leave moon alone. And so it was that Hunter-and-Huntress came to the savannahs. There He-and-She tarried among the men and lions of plains, until our people was formed from them both. Teaching us the ways of our home, He-and-She vanished, leaving only a memorial wrought of metal that caught the sun's fire. Since then, we hunt, we fight, we war, we love, as we were taught, to be strong, to bring order and balance to our lands."

He shakes his head. "It is far more poetic, and many more teaching tales in the full telling of it all."

River Jewel The tale does brighten Garnet's face. "It ever so pleases me to hear more tales that refer to the heroes of the sun, moon, and stars... all together." She exclaims first, almost beaming with delight.

"From the sound of it, your bloodline was founded by those graced by Lady Luna. Most likely. I can only guess at who Hunter-and-Huntress were. ... I grew up in a farming town. A very, very different life. And once you've grown up, it's rather difficult to appreciate the ways others have."

Raullaur "So I've heard, and it makes sense. I think He-and-She was with one of the Sun's heros, for there was a golden sepulchure in our lands. Many would go in to brave it, and slowly over the years, much was taken out of it. Traded, squandered, what have you. I ended up opening the last of the rooms--staying alive where many had fallen before me--and finding the last treasures to come. But even thouse, I count cheap compared to my kin, my clan, my tribe."

Eyes open again, and he nods, "I have seen farmers, but it is not a life I could live. Tethered to one place always, instead of following the game as the year moves its cycles. But home is home, whether a farm, a palace, or the rolling plains, or even a ship at sea, if such is your thing!"

River Jewel "Ah, well... the wandering lifestyle likely has many perks. But... take my profession for example. The gardens that grow the many delicate herbs that go into the best medicines cannot simply be loaded onto a cart. Without them, my work becomes harder." She finally stands up and gestures at the lounge table used for check-ups so far. It's a sturdy piece of work but thankfully covered in cushioning for comfort. "And I do think we can get that checkup moving along while we chat..."

She swings out her back of supplies and begins digging around through it, apparently hunting for something. "Many stories talk about the Sun's Heroes. Some are grandiose and noble. ... I need not speak of the teachings of the Immaculate Philosophy, for everyone has surely heard that by now... but some tales lend some support to it. I have come to wonder if perhaps both are true. Aspects of the truth."

Raullaur "One and all they are tales of power. Strength. Sometimes hidden. Sometimes subtle. Sometimes blatant." He starts to take off the linens, and show off more of his physique, and he looks...even among the lions, he looks like he could be god-blooded! Rich, lush, golden fur. Firm muscle that ripples, but is not bulky. The fur still granting him modesty, and lacking any modesty issues as he comes over towards the table.

"Something can be terrible as well as great," he says.

River Jewel "Terrible but also great..." Garnet echoes, her attention caught briefly between that and glancing over the specimen before her... with somewhat widening eyes. "That's not the sort of tale one likes to tell children." She admits a moment later, remarking so in a tone of mild chagrin. As if she just realized a problem with the world itself.

"Goodness... there is a world of difference just at a glance here. If you keep up the good work you've been doing for this city, some sculptur's going to have an... elaborate time of it."

She walks over and actually puts a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. "So... despite swinging those heavy weapons around all the time, you don't have any little aches that keep coming back? Joint pains or strains..." She does begin to feel for tight, stressed muscles for the moment...

Raullaur The muscles are firm, under the fur, but no real tension. Certainly he seems to be relaxing. "No pains--joints or aches. Strains, well, in combat, sometimes, but you only notice it after...as for the sculptor..."

He chuckles slightly, "A couple of the brothels tried to hire me," he admits. "But my first duty is to my people..." A rumbling startign in his chest as she strokes and presses agaisnt that warm, soft fur.