DANGER, DANGER! )) Jester - Injury

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;] An explosion of screams and moans shook the castle, all of which, radiated from one source: Jester. He was sprawled out in one of the hallways, his back presssed against the stone wall and his legs spread in awkward positions. Blood had pooled around him, seeming to come from everywhere on his body at once. He had awoken this way, too numb to understand what was happening, and had attempted to stand. His entire body screamed in agony, and his mouth replied with a copy.


    "Dshh... sh... sh." he heaved, his eyes wide and fluttering, his chest heaving painfully. Cuts were splattered across his chest and back. All deep enough to draw blood, but not enough to kill. It would be the blood lost that killed. Both his back legs were either dislocated, hanging limply at his side. His front forearm was a flying mixture of bone, fur, blood and muscle. It looked as if someone had ran it over with a tractor.... and then backed up to start again.


    Jester couldn't even recall what had happened, his mind was too busy trying to block out pain, and to messed up with depression and anger of Liszt's death to even shut it's self down to recuperate.

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    Danse had rushed to reach his father once he heard the screams that could only be recognized as Jester. The tom-cat ran through the halls, letting the moans guide him to where his dad was. When he reached him well.. He couldn't even explain the scare he had. "Oh my god, dad wh-" he stopped short and turned on his heels, "Doctors! Quick! Dad's hurt! Please! Help!" he yowled, turning back to his father. "Dad.. lay down," he meowed, not exactly caring that he was basically having a bath in his fathers blood.

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    [size=26px][font=georgia]ALEXEI WYN BARDHL HEARST !
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -15px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase;]TOO CLEVER. TOO SMART.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 170px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt] The selective mute prodded toward Danse, he wouldn't talk or beg for help. Period. His eyes felt weary and filled with sadness, or at least that was what he thought. His light blue eyes flickered in the hallway, why would someone do this? Why would he do this?[/fancypost]

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    the snow leopard rushed over, eyes widened in concern and shock. 'oh boy oh boy.'. okay who would do this to jester? c'mon man the guy had just lost his wife.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -250px;][align=center][size=30pt][color=white][font=georgia][shadow=black,right][i]CRYSTALS[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: 75px; width: 370px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 1px;][justify][size=8][color=#0148CA]Crystals skidded over, frowning at the sight of the count. Who the heck would have the audacity to do this to the poor count. He'd just lost his lady and his son was all upset and now someone had just absolutely beaten the crap out of his face.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-family: edwardian script itc; font-size: 60pt; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #2F523B]your oppression reeks[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 5px; color: black][b]OF YOUR GREED AND DISGRACE[/fancypost][/fancypost]


    [justify][size=7pt]There was a very unmistakable scent in the air: blood. Lots of blood.


    Mary's paws pounded through the corridors as she searched for the source, a wad of cobwebs in her jaws, eventually coming to a halt as she almost passed the room containing several of her tribemates. [b]"What--" she began, though her words couldn't even finish as she spotted Jester's mangled body on the floor. Her first immediate thoughts were assuming he was dead, much like many others recently in this Tribe, that she had lost yet another friend forever. Then, the tiger moved-- rather, tried to.


    Relief flooded through her, though clouded with horror and fear, as she shuffled past the others gathered in the room. "Jester, oh my God," Mary gasped under her breath as she held back tears, hurriedly trying to attend to the worst of the wounds with very shaky paws. "Someone grab some more cobwebs and some marigold. Now." In the back of her mind came a cackle, a horrible pain striking her mind like a thousand needles; visions whirled in her mind, though too quick to make any sense out of and only making her even more nauseous. A terrible feeling settled in the pit of her stomach-- a mixture of guilt and pain and confusion. She shook her head and winced, trying to focus on Jester. "Jester, can you speak? Please-- what happened to you?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: 75px; width: 370px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 1px;][justify][size=8][color=#0148CA]Crystals nodded that she'd go get the herbs and dashed off to the village, then, in a magical timeskip by Rushy, she was back. Setting down the herbs, she panted loudly "I hope this is enough, Mary, I tried to get as many as you'd need..."
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    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Another moan escaped the tiger's chest as he struggled to move. His brain couldn't connect names to faces or feelings to relationships and the entire situation was starting to spiral out of control. At Danse's arrival, the tiger shot him a confused look, who was this familiar tiger? He slowly lowered himself back to the ground, eyes never leaving the younger tiger's.


    Then Mary pushed her way into view and Jester's heart plummeted. Parts of his brain were giving him a soothing break, but the other's were pinging off warning signals and fight-or-flight reactions. The tiger took those. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared and he screamed again. He attempted to shimmy away, batting this creature with his one could paw.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][size=8]He was next to the scene, an herbalist at heart and a past one tangibly. Coming to his mother, he whimpered at the blood, not out of fear but because it was such a tragedy. The fact that the Tribe of Many Storms was enduring all of this misery really brought the mood of the usually peppy runt down. Papertowns hated to see everyone in such a slump, let alone those who were truly suffering. Jester didn't look all too well.


    Looking to Crystals, he thankfully nodded in her direction. His sister seemed to have supplied herbs for Mary-- how thoughtful. The ex-Doctor whispered in a shaky voice, his dual-toned eyes still trained on the blood, "I'm here, ma." He'd undoubtedly help if she needed it.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-family: edwardian script itc; font-size: 60pt; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #2F523B]your oppression reeks[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 5px; color: black][b]OF YOUR GREED AND DISGRACE[/fancypost][/fancypost]


    [justify][size=7pt][b]ooc: sorry for the late reply!
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    [size=7pt]She murmured a quick thanks to both Crystals and Papertowns for their support, nuzzling her adopted son briefly before returning her attention to the wounded tiger. The Doctor then began to prepare the marigold for placement.


    There was a short moment when Jester's eyes calmly grazed over Mary, then something clicked: some sort of fear, recognition-- a mixture of emotions Mary couldn't make sense of, only making her nausea much, much worse as he let out a scream. She jumped back at the last second as his last good paw aimed to swipe at her, or bat her away, something of the sort. "J-Jester, please!" Mary gasped, her heart pounding. The trauma he was encountering was sensible, of course, but why did he only react to her? "I'm only t-trying to... Please, tell me what happened. I want to help."

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
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    Blood splattered through the air as the tiger's limp appendages smacked against the floor as he struggled to get away. Muffled grunts of pain filled the air, but he was getting no where with only one good leg. "Geesh awaay!" he mumbled, unable to form words with blood pooling in his throat and mouth. He spit, a clot of blood and saliva shooting straight towards Mary.

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    ic; "Sedate him," Shatteredluck commanded sharply, eyes narrowed. "Do it, now! Do not just stand there with a gaping mouth!"

    [hr][align=center][size=8]©beachy!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; font-family: edwardian script itc; font-size: 60pt; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #2F523B]your oppression reeks[/fancypost]
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    [justify][size=7pt]Mary was very much pressured by Jester's violent actions, Shatterdluck's pointed demands, and the scent of blood in the air, however she tried to get past everything. She quickly took a step back from the mauled tiger, turning to Shatteredluck. [b]"He's lost so much blood," she pointed out, her words quick as to not waste time and tone urgent. "If we put him unconscious, there's a possibility that he'll fall into a coma."


    There was also the fact that Jester only seemed to be threatened by Mary, for whatever reason. "Someone else has to heal him," Mary said bluntly. "He doesn't want me anywhere near him. I-I can get more herbs if someone wants to take over. We have to try."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester's heart beat fluttered, his eyes rolling slightly into the back of his head before returning to normal. His vision was swimming in and out of focus and the pool of blood had widened and almost spread across the entire hallway. He could feel himself slipping. It was strange, watching the world vanish as you yourself vanish.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][size=8]"On it, ma', if ya' allow it," The orange tom murmured with glossy optics. Now was not the time to get emotional on his tribe. Instead, he began feverishly working towards keeping Jester alive-- to the best of his abilities, that is.


    (mobile ugh)

    Jester probably hated his guts, but Phoenix still cared for the larger tiger. Appearing next to Papertowns and Mary, Pho's heart dropped and he had to steady his breathing in order to think straight. "I can help, if need be." The male's tail lashed violently behind him in worry.