Mini Events

Exhausted and breathing heavily, Ripley came to a stop. The beast she had fought was still alive and had hurt her badly with its pincers. She sat down in the shade of a large pine tree, the pale moonlight dipping everything around in a silvery glow. As she licked her wounds, which were still bleeding badly, she spoke out loud. «Creepy thing. Where did it even come from? It's not gonna leave until we defeat it, that's for sure.» Just as she had said that, she heard a rustling in the bushes closeby and jumped back to her feet, ready for round two. «Whoa whoa! Calm down, I don't mean you no harm.» Ripley's heartbeat relaxed a bit, but she didn't change her fierce demeanor, the thick fluff on her neck ruffled up, making her look even bigger than she already was. And her height WAS quite impressive already. «Who are you», she snarled as the Saliko left its hiding spot. It was another tatra jill, a smaller one without a mane. She smiled at the Saliko with the black eyes and dark appearance who blended in so well with her surroundings. Her own coat was also quite extraordinary, with large silver patches in the dark kupfer pelt and white longstripes. «Have you also fought the beast?» «That's none of your business.» Ripley's harsh reply didn't seem to faze the other jill. «I'm Mocca by the way. I saw a couple other Salikos come by recently too, perhaps they were your battle company?» «I'm here alone.» «I see. Well, it doesn't matter. But you look a little roughed up, perhaps you need some help? You don't have to take it of course, but if you're interested...» The dark female opened her mouth to reject the proposal, but then reconsidered. She had to find something to stop the bleeding or the healing process would be even longer and more tedious than already. «Fine. Are you a healer?» «Kydos, no! But I met an old, strange Saliko a few days ago who claimed to be one. I watched him put supply packs in these woods, and I think there should still be some around. Actually, I think I could use one myself. I've also had the misfortune to encounter those...things a while ago.»

Ripley didn't quite know what to think of that stranger. She wasn't interested in company on her good days, and now was a bad day. Also it was weird that this Saliko just walked up to her to offer someone elses stash. But still, she had to take the risk. «Where is it?» «I think he put some over there.» The brown jill hopped happily across the woods, with the storm maned female slowly following behind and at a distance. Mocca stopped in front of a rock wall with a large crack through the middle. She stuck her paw inside the hole and pulled out a small packet made of large leaves. «Here you go! Let me just grab another for myself.» Before the injured huntress could reply, she was gone. Carefully Ripley opened the pack and discovered some herbs and dried mushrooms. It smelled good and the food would surely help her regain some strength, but it wouldn't help with the bleeding. Then, just as she was about to leave and find something else to bandage her wounds, the maneless returned. «Here's another! It was hidden in a hollow tree.» She put it on the ground and opened it, revealing some seaweed. «Oh! This should be great for you! If you don't mind, would you like to trade your herbs for my seaweed?» The Tatra with the filled spots down her side shrugged with indifference, but in reality, she was glad about this offer. «If I must.» Mocca in turn offered her a kind smile once more. «Thanks! Here you go. Do you need help with putting them on?» But instead of answering the question of the helpful stranger, Ripley already grabbed the seaweed and put it on her wound with skillful movements. It was clear this wasn't the first time she'd done this. «Good as new», the kupfer exclaimed, but the storm just rolled her eyes in dismay.