Iwasagoodgirl
Now I'm a Naughty Nurse
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This is my Haven, my home on Lit. Please feel free to drop by and leave a message. You'll be very welcome
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Hello
The soldier nurse faced her God,
Which must always come to pass;
She hoped her shoes were shining bright,
Just as brightly as her brass.
"Step forward now, soldier nurse,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"
The soldier nurse squared her shoulders and said,
"No, Sir, I guess I ain't;
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough;
I've had to break your rules my Lord,
Because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a thing
That wasn't mine to keep;
And I've had to tell a lie or two,
When people's suffering got too deep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear;
And sometimes ... Sir forgive me,
I've wept many tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here;
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand;
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints often trod;
As the soldier nurse waited quietly,
For the judgment of her God.
"Step forward now, soldier nurse,
You've borne your burdens well;
Come walk with me on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in HELL!"
An ice cold, inky black rip in the fabric of reality appears in a shadowy corner of the lounge. Out of the inky blackness steps a strange form. His movements are silent, his large, furred, pointed ears moving about to catch the various conversations, ever alert, curious, and looking for danger. Light gleams on the cream and pale gray fur, broken up by black rosettes, that cover his body and forms his long, thick, plush tail when it appears, rarely, from beneath his concealing garb as he walks, but is absorbed by the male form's apparel, which seems to change and blend subtly with his surroundings. He is mostly humanoid in shape, with strong hints of a Snow Leopard. These hints are in the way he moves, his mannerisms, his slight muzzle, thick fur, tail, and ears. He would commonly be known as a Snow Leopard anthromorph to people of certain circles. His garb is simple, sturdy, and made of variegated patches of color: all deep greens and greys, darkest blues, charcoal and matte black, which break up his outline significantly and magically adapt to his surroundings.Various blades are tucked here and there about his person, concealed but within easy reach. His clawed hands show the callouses of a lifelong knivesman.
He approaches G.G. "I heard ya singin' ma'am. May I ask where 'tis from? I've a nurse friend who has worked long in Hell... who'll love it, and I'd like to attribute it properly."