kawa~ inspiration #22
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Title~ Antivenom
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #22. This took a ridiculously long time to write for what it is. Fleh.
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Yamin sat down on the bed beside the motionless boy, no older than herself. She picked up his pale, sweating hand and held it comfortingly, convinced that even in this state, he could at least feel something.
His brow twitched erratically at whatever visions he saw behind his eyelids. Yamin laid her other hand on the boy’s forehead. Even for Raykin, today was hot, and yet this boy was stone cold.
White-tipped sand vipers, while not the most venomous of Raykin’s snakes, they were certainly one of the most dangerous, especially to those too young, old or weak to fight the poison on their own.
The rusty red snakes tended to curl up just under the sand, so that all they left exposed was the wriggling white tip of their tail. It aimed to attract birds and small rodents, thinking it was a grub of some description, but if an unsuspecting Raykinian foot drew too close, the viper would burst out of the sand and strike, as if from nowhere.
Yamin sighed sympathetically, patting the boy’s hand and prying his jaw open with her thumb. Lifting the small pot of antivenom, she trickled a few drops down his throat as Auin had shown her on a number of occasions.
Though the boy lay under the spell of the viper’s poison, he still managed to grimace slightly at the taste of the medicine. Yamin smiled, waiting patiently for the antivenom to begin to take effect. She didn’t have to wait too long before the boy’s breathing began to grow steadier, and his brow begin to relax.
If all went well, he would be awake by sunset, but he wouldn’t be returning home for a few days yet. He still needed time for his body to recover. The antivenom helped, but it was still his own body that fought most of the poison off.
When Auin had first begun teaching Yamin of snake venom, she used the analogy of a warrior. If he used only his hands and feet against several people, he didn’t have much of a chance. If two daggers were placed in his hands, his chances for survival would be much better, but he would still exert just as much energy to use them.
Yamin smiled warmly, silently wishing the boy good luck, then left the small room, drawing the curtain closed behind her.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #22. This took a ridiculously long time to write for what it is. Fleh.
Yamin sat down on the bed beside the motionless boy, no older than herself. She picked up his pale, sweating hand and held it comfortingly, convinced that even in this state, he could at least feel something.
His brow twitched erratically at whatever visions he saw behind his eyelids. Yamin laid her other hand on the boy’s forehead. Even for Raykin, today was hot, and yet this boy was stone cold.
White-tipped sand vipers, while not the most venomous of Raykin’s snakes, they were certainly one of the most dangerous, especially to those too young, old or weak to fight the poison on their own.
The rusty red snakes tended to curl up just under the sand, so that all they left exposed was the wriggling white tip of their tail. It aimed to attract birds and small rodents, thinking it was a grub of some description, but if an unsuspecting Raykinian foot drew too close, the viper would burst out of the sand and strike, as if from nowhere.
Yamin sighed sympathetically, patting the boy’s hand and prying his jaw open with her thumb. Lifting the small pot of antivenom, she trickled a few drops down his throat as Auin had shown her on a number of occasions.
Though the boy lay under the spell of the viper’s poison, he still managed to grimace slightly at the taste of the medicine. Yamin smiled, waiting patiently for the antivenom to begin to take effect. She didn’t have to wait too long before the boy’s breathing began to grow steadier, and his brow begin to relax.
If all went well, he would be awake by sunset, but he wouldn’t be returning home for a few days yet. He still needed time for his body to recover. The antivenom helped, but it was still his own body that fought most of the poison off.
When Auin had first begun teaching Yamin of snake venom, she used the analogy of a warrior. If he used only his hands and feet against several people, he didn’t have much of a chance. If two daggers were placed in his hands, his chances for survival would be much better, but he would still exert just as much energy to use them.
Yamin smiled warmly, silently wishing the boy good luck, then left the small room, drawing the curtain closed behind her.