The Venomous Angel

Nothing seemed to be in order really, nothing. My stores were depleted. They needed fixing. A trip through my own pack first then into the free lands perhaps. If someone got indigestion I was entirely out of my treatment, along with most pain killers, my favoured salve and several other key ingredients. My latest experiments had…mixed results and yet I am entirely sure I may have come up with at least one successful new product. Perhaps I would take that with me. Maybe someone could be….mislead into taking it for me, just to see if it truly did induce vomiting. Its necessary sometimes, especially in the case of poisoning. Most healers would supply a grass based concoction that bunches thickly in the gut and yet takes far too long to be effective. I wanted something fast, efficient, lifesaving. I hardly had the time to let my patient graze while the poison ran within them! I moved to search for my little deerskin bag, a gift from Meryl upon being accepted as his apprentice and one I intended to treasure until the day it wore through. No- it’s not even remotely silly for a boy to carry a bag.

A sudden voice from behind me saw my large, muscular ashen form turn, eyes of orange and violet regarding the girl with momentary surprise. I did like the Sir part. I snorted lightly, turning to face her not, pristine white underside aglow in the sun as my red-flecked back enjoyed its heated rays. The last time I had seen Samia had been within Natu’s den, it had been awfully crowded there. Even Fenrir had looked cramped and I am larger then he in every way, imagine how I felt! Samia however, looked as little as I remembered her, equally as gangly, in fact in time she would have a very traditional healers look. We tend to be smaller, lighter, female for that matter and designed for little by way of power. I had evidently decided to break every rule. My build easily rivalling that of Guardian or Azrael. Tall, powerful, toned, fast- perfection, for that is the Angel way, designed to be both strong and fast and agile and enduring- all the things my art as a healer really did not require. In the least I never needed a bodyguard, no one has ever yet tried to steal my bag while I’m out.

“Yes, Little Samia, I remember you and yes I haven’t changed my mind about you learning modern healing and my teaching it. Who told you where I was?”

Not that it was exactly hard, my den was generally a very good place to find me. I turned my attention away from her abruptly, rising to my pale grey paws to examine my stores again, muttering to myself on occasion before gesturing down to my little deerskin.

“You will carry that for me. We are going to gather supplies, without them we can create nothing. The Art suffers then! Supplies are everything.”

I moved to begin walking, leaving the girl to work out how to carry it all on her own. If she couldn’t work that out she was going to be no good at all. Might as well test her out now.

“Little Samia I m walking away and I am noticing lagging…..”

Maybe she does have little legs and I have rather giant ones, but if I can slow down for her she can speed up for me. This is the beginning of her career- if she didn’t go home at least a little tired then she hadn’t learned enough.

“If I wanted to cure someone of indigestion, what would I use? Name anything.”

Might as well keep her legs and her mind moving.