The Zecora that walked among the carnival was an absolutely horrific sight. Her tail was gone, with only a bright pus-streaked wound in its place on her hindquarters -- the best it had looked in a while, thanks to the Ringmaster's potions. Another pair of wounds, on the top and bottom of her muzzled, had scabbed over. Her every step was shuddering and tremulous... not just because she was terribly weak, although she very much was, but because her whole body seemed tenebrous and smoky, with faint puffs of dark gas erupting from her body with every step.
She was spending everything she had to keep it together. Literally.
And of course, this being Zecora, her first concern was for the rest of the carnival. whom she moved among, checking on them, offering what help she could to them with her magic. Those who are obviously hurt especially have a zebra pacing their slow way.
Day 71
By now, Zecora had improved immensely, thanks to her own potions and brews. The infection had left her system, her tail was slowly blossoming back to its original length, and her body no longer shook like a leaf in a storm. Though her muzzle wounds were healing far slower, thanks to being inflicted by puncturing iron, nonetheless Zecora felt herself enough that today, for the first time since Atlantis, the medical tent opened for business once again.
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The Zecora that walked among the carnival was an absolutely horrific sight. Her tail was gone, with only a bright pus-streaked wound in its place on her hindquarters -- the best it had looked in a while, thanks to the Ringmaster's potions. Another pair of wounds, on the top and bottom of her muzzled, had scabbed over. Her every step was shuddering and tremulous... not just because she was terribly weak, although she very much was, but because her whole body seemed tenebrous and smoky, with faint puffs of dark gas erupting from her body with every step.
She was spending everything she had to keep it together. Literally.
And of course, this being Zecora, her first concern was for the rest of the carnival. whom she moved among, checking on them, offering what help she could to them with her magic. Those who are obviously hurt especially have a zebra pacing their slow way.
Day 71
By now, Zecora had improved immensely, thanks to her own potions and brews. The infection had left her system, her tail was slowly blossoming back to its original length, and her body no longer shook like a leaf in a storm. Though her muzzle wounds were healing far slower, thanks to being inflicted by puncturing iron, nonetheless Zecora felt herself enough that today, for the first time since Atlantis, the medical tent opened for business once again.