Metamor Keep RP (?)

[Donnie]

Iasha jumps down behind Fenrs and lands gracefully behind Coe. "Piece of cake!"

[Geary]

Coe nearly jumped, his hairs standing on end. "Hello Iasha. Care to explain why you couldn't use the door? It's not that hard, and you won't be taking ten years off my life in the process."

[Donnie]

"Oh hush, falling is faster." She joked, taking a seat on a bunk, "I've found a few things about that silver kid."

[Kiba]

"Like what?" I say, still trying to magically repair my tail. It really burned... "I need some gauz and oinment." I whimper.

[Geary]

Coe smirked. "There's some in the shelf to your right. Second from the bottom." Coe returned his attention to Iasha. "And do, pray tell, inform me on what you've learned."

[Kiba]

I go to the designated shelf and retrieve the desired items, smearing the ointment onto the gauze and then gently wrapping it on my tail, wincing.
"O-okay, Iasha." I say when it's done. "Spill. What'd you find out about Donnie?"

[Donnie]

She raised a finger "Simply put... he's inbred a bit as a human and thus is like this as a morph. Conversely their kind, as you probably know, can't drink milk. A bit of a sad trade off actually." She tapped her head, trying to remember something, "Oh yeah. There has been only one other recorded 'silray', he's long gone but the books cited him mostly."

[Kiba]

"Oh... me and Coe have been discussing that earlier. I didn't know about the other silray though... huh. Interesting."

[Geary]

Coe was intrigued. "Well, seems like my theory was right, though I do have a question. Who was this... 'other' Silray?"

[Donnie]

"Meh, book gave no name. Best keep this one away from academics if you know what I mean."

[Kiba]

"...can I see the book?" I asked, swishing my tail... until it bumped against the shelf behind me. "Yeeooow!"

[Donnie]

She grumbled, having left the book in the library. "Uh Fenrs? Can you grab that book? Row S, shelf 16."

[Geary]

As if to reassure the fact the he was in the infirmary, and alive, Geary let out a cat's equivalent of a groan.

Coe frowned. "Well, it seems out feline friend is awake. This will have to wait until he's not in gut-wrenching pain, okay?" Coe made his way to Geary, place a paw on his head and stomach, and began channeling magic into his to ease the pain. "He woke sooner than I thought. Kiba, fetch the pail, if you would."

[Kiba]

"I'm on it!" I grab the pail and bring it to Geary. I also do my part to try to minimlize Geary's pain with magic.

[Geary]

Coe nodded. "Thanks Kiba, but you'll be doing something else. Lucky you that your a raccoon." Coe winked at Kiba. "Assume feral form and climb up on the table, we can still get the milk out through the cat's esophagus."