Posts by Dyeritso

"Therapy could work. I mean you tactless and somewhat blunt approach is appreciated, but I really don't think a punishment is in order. Arizona suffered enough, and in fact, I blame those around Arizona who let this happen. If someone put those bullies in their place, this wouldn't have happened." Jericho ranted, not with an angry tone, but a soft, somewhat disappointed tone.

Jericho had been out searching for herbs to cross-breed, and had heard the comotion. She wandered over to see to Insignia-folk damading for Craftypaw. When Morgan had appeared, they called her Craftypaw, and the she-wolfs confusion doubled. "What's going on?" Jericho asked, sure she was not the only party involved extremely confused.

Jericho was in her garden, attending to her plants, water, soiling, and pruning. As she worked the wolf found another plant not listed in her catalogue. Gathering some anti-toxin, Jericho moved to begin the experiment. Lifting the plant over her mouth she said "Here goes," and downed it. The small plant slid down like a snake, slimy and gross. The moment it hit her stomach, Jericho's eyes bulged. She seized and fell, her face flirting the dirt. The she-wolf spazzemed, limbs flailing. "Grrrgh" she choked out, before falling into unconsciousness.

Jericho, though unconscious, swallowed the yarrow. Eventually she coughed and the slimy leaves spilled out into the ground. Jericho wheezed, the poison taking a toll on her breathing. After a moment, she opened her eyes blinking awake. Coughing harder any remnants of the plant her expelled, though she could barely sit up. "Thanks" she gasped.

Jericho swallowed a little bit of Corber to help dissapte any lingering poison. "I can't do that." She said, slowly recovering from the effects. "I'm not cruel enough to put someone else in danger. But I can't just keep up this practice." She shook her head, shaking dust off. During her fall she loosened the tightness of her scarf. It slipped from her neck revealing a number if scars; bites, claw marks, and a few puncture wounds. Realizing what happened, Jericho scooped her scarf around her neck, trying to cover up the marks.

"What?" She growled, gritting her teeth, but Rylee's eyes broke her resolve. "Fine. I've been doing this for months, using my self as a guinea pig, to test the herbs. This has happened several times-" she broke off gesturing towards the mess of herbs. "but I'd solved it myself. It just was too sudden for me to get the Corber. .." She trailed off, shaking her head.

"I know," she sighed, angry with herself. "I'll try to keep it from happening again. It's just in my zeal to look out for BloodClan I neglected to look out for myself." Jericho went to leave but a jolt ran through her and she stopped.

"Nothing. I'm sorry but I can't experiment on others. When my brother went mad he did the same thing." I don't want to become him." She choked.

Jericho grit her teeth. "I'm not brushing his death under the rug, but I truely don't think Arizona should be punished. He was tormented by this Rubin but even though he killed him I am extremely opposed to exile. Therapy, with a little punishment, like daily patrols, or community service should suffice."

"No," Jericho said firmly, "I will continue. This is me and I will not stop." The she wolf proceeded to clean up, brushing the stray leaves into a bucket labled Compost. "I guess I'll have to find an assistant to keep me safe so I can resume my work." The femme said after a while.

Jericho padded up, messenger bag filled with herbs. "Jericho D. Wolfe, my age I've don't even know, somewhat new but I've been in BloodClan a while."

Dear Maker, this was bad. Jericho had arrived on the scene, with her musical supplies at the ready. "Permission to give medical aid?" She asked the highest position in the croud.

"Swiftness, not rushing is the way," Jericho said, examining Purgatory. Those back wounds were deep. "I might have to do surgery if push comes to shove." She called over her shoulder. Immediately the she wolf grinded her new herb, Corger into a poltuance, mixing it with water and marigold. Spreading the mixture over Purgatory's back she waited for a resoponce.

"Darn, that's bad," Jericho muttered. "I'll have to sew it shut. Eat this." She said shoving a small purple and yellow flower petal in Prugatoru's face. Jericho threaded a surgical needle, checking Purgatory over again for wounds.

Seeing the panic flare, Jericho came to a decision. "Jasper, please take care of Purgatory. Purgatory, please stop panicking, and Baccalurate, please stop glaring at me." While saying this Jericho snatched the flower from in front of her. "We don't need this if there is no surgery." She murmured.

Jericho collapsed on her haunches and visibly shuddered. Every patient put before her was a life in her paws. She didn't like that. Sighing, she packed up her stuff. Opening her mouth to say something she paused and shook her head, muttering "Not worth it." So quietly she douted even she could hear it. Vigorously shaking herself, Jericho immediately perked up. "Okay! So as Jasper said stay off that paw, and minding the pain, I want you to eat these if anything outside of minimal pain or swelling persists." Turing to leave she flashed Baccalurate a look saying one thing 'I want to talk later.' And she was gone.

Jericho sat back, sighing in relief. Arizona would not face anything too harsh so she was satisfied.

Jericho was nearby with her supplies at the ready, but not wanting to get involved with the eyepatched BloodClanner.

Jericho sat near also collecting flower, well herbs actually. She had thought Cataclysm was as well, and paid him no mind, but when she saw that smoldering, frankly lovesick look on the Emperor's face she immediately took interest. "Who's the lucky lady?" She cooed, laying on her stomach like a typical teenaged human girl on the phone. "Small teasing aside who are these for?" Jericho's query, was flat and held her usual analytical tone.

Jericho remained unabashed. "Who is Amour though?" She asked, genuinely curious. "What's your story?" She added really wanting to know.