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    BEOWOLF
    [abbr=Windclan Adviser ⋆ 8months ⋆ Male ⋆ Bisexual ⋆ Dating Alaska X.D. ⋆ Wolf ⋆ NPC x NPC ⋆Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ⋆ Has PTSD; Heavily Triggered by Whistling ⋆ Ages 1month per 100posts]info[/abbr] ⋆ battle ⋆ powers ⋆ #beowolfposts
    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 450px;][justify]For a little while there, he had vanished into the unknown. As if his inky black pelt had become invisible to the naked eye to slink off into the wilderness, it was as if the ancient Shadowclan part within him had stirred to have swept him away. Life would have been easier if that were the case as the haggard appearing Adviser stumbled towards the Windclan border, his eyes dim but wild, nearly feral as he staggered forward. No, for it was not the wilderness that had called to him, nor was it the need to vanish for days on end with the need to feel destruction underneath his paws- but it was the simply manner of Beowolf having gotten lost after hitting his head, and being rather unaware of his own surroundings. He had done the dumb thing, he had chosen to wander instead of staying still crying as if for his mother to wait for someone to find him. His paws felt wanderlust, and he had taken them up on their offer.


    Dazed and confused he had left the lands, left the Clans in general, with nothing but his wits about him and feverish eyes. He had gotten sickly. And where he missed the mountains he spent days under tree roots, hiding in hills, and hardly eating as he hacked away at his lungs, his throat dry and cracked and the metallic taste of blood lingering in his mouth. He wanted to get rid of their tang, and in a feverish state he thought of the cigarette pack he had found on the mountain top during a catastrophic mental break down. During his lost hours, lost days, he had found a pack, and during his disappearing days he had grown accustomed to the searing burn in his lungs and the taste of smoke haunting his lips. His ribs protruded from underneath his skin when he had gotten directions on the way back home, paws hardly making it up the craggy cliffs and grassy slopes when the smell of home hit his lips. A cigarette hanging limply from his lips Beowolf spat it off to the side and smothered it into the stone, his tired eyes bright with fever and with excitement at finding the place he lived in once more, bony frame dragging him the remainder of the way as the sickly wolf coughed and hacked, and already he felt the need to place another packet of smokes between his teeth. The smell clung to him like glue when he collapsed onto the border, not having the strength to continue on, and he laughed at himself for the foolish actions he had taken. He had to smarten up if he wanted to step onto a road of recovery, perhaps see one of the therapists... perhaps that bomb had messed him up more in the head than he had realized.


    Perhaps he didn't even care.


    "Anybody out there? Anyone at all?" he croaked in a near sing song voice, breaking into another fervent coughing fit. The cigarettes were not one of his most smartest decisions as his fur was matte with fever sweat, his eyes wild and tired and his bony frame craving food. But they had been the distraction he had needed in his lost times, had become a faithful friend- now he needed nurturing, and someone to find him fast at the border as he tried to force himself to stay awake. Conscious, but sickly, he waited for anyone to have arrived at all whether or not they heard his own calls as feeble as they were. With his terrible hearing, he wouldn't have heard anyone come to approach him anyways as it were.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]Alaska had been one of the many to take notice of Beowolf's abrupt absence, although she had rarely made a notion to open question it as she would only receive the most brutal of answers in response. She had hardly expected the male to make a triumphant return, she had assumed he had simply drifted away into either the depths of inactivity or fled to a different clan without notifying her. Yet she had known the midnight-black canine would have never done such a thing, not to anyone, and as she overheard the feeble coughs, Alaska could not resist smiling ever so slightly.


    Attempting to rush over on her three legs, though it may be considered a mistake, the petite trainee somehow managed to hobble in the direction of Beau, the horrifying metallic smell of blood automatically causing her to stumble in her tracks. "Hey, Beau? Beau, honey?" Although it was an inquiry, Alaska hardly expected any sort of reply from the sickly Adviser as she clumsily approached, tilting her head her fluorescent yellow gaze hurriedly made certain of no apparent or infectious injuries. No, this was a sickness and it caused a quickening of her heartbeat along with a meek whimper of terror and concern to escape her.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 9pt][color=palegreen]"You sound sick. Are you okay?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]While Jailbreak had never conversed with Beowulf all too often, he couldn't help but feel dreadful for the wolf. He had just up and vanished one day. It seemed now the charcoal-colored creature was here once more. Beowulf was now in worse a shape than he had been previously, and the advisor could tell just by catching a glimpse of him. He had been meandering along a lone path in the forested area of the territory, being vigilant to monitor his surroundings when he had spotted the sickly gaunt animal. His immediate thought was 'where had he gone to return looking like that?'. Seeing him so bedraggled, and unkempt was obviously concerning to the advisor, and so, he swiftly began to make his way towards Beo. Even with a lack of a leg, Jailbreak decided to move as hastily as he possibly could with continually tripping or stumbling over his own paws. It was a sight to see the advisor hobbling along at such a pace. In a way, it was almost unsettling, but he had a duty to fulfill, and he planned on doing just that.


    There was a cough here, and a wheeze there as he finally came to a halt near the invisible barrier that was the border. Jailbreak stared firmly at the cigarette-smoking creature, but eventually tore his pale yellow visionaries away from him. There wasn't a word he could think of saying. There were no phrases; there was just nothing. So, the advisor once again peered once more at Beowulf, mouth opening and closing, only to open again. "I-I ... am h-here. Wh-what h-happened to y-you..?"


    There were more questions the therapist wanted to inquire, but he found that it would most likely be best if he remained silent for the time being. Beowulf did not appear to be in the right mind, so he would keep his thoughts to himself. Soon, he would have to speak with his co-worker, but now was not the time. His gazed moved to the side when he heard and finally spotted the two who had advanced toward him as well, though his focus on them didn't last long. He eventually turned his attention back to Beau, worry easily seen through his features.


    BEOWOLF
    [abbr=Windclan Adviser ⋆ 8months ⋆ Male ⋆ Bisexual ⋆ Dating Alaska X.D. ⋆ Wolf ⋆ NPC x NPC ⋆Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ⋆ Has PTSD; Heavily Triggered by Whistling ⋆ Ages 1month per 100posts]info[/abbr] ⋆ battle ⋆ powers ⋆ #beowolfposts
    [fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth=0px; height: NUMBERpx; width: 450px;][justify]While he lay there with the stink of cigarettes clinging to his fur like the sickness that clung to his body, Beowolf had the time to think of what a disgrace he must have appeared to be to everyone else. Sickly, thin, a lost cause- had anybody ever thought of his return? Who knew, perhaps he was simply being over-dramatic, which was another total cause all on its own... and yet, when Windclanners started arriving, one by one, he struggled to his paws instead of having his chin on the earth. He wanted to show he was still strong... despite the fact he hadn't an ounce of strength in him at this given time.


    "Lask," he wheezed, looking at her with his bright ill eyes. At first he hadn't noticed her hobble, her lack of a leg- she seemed as beautiful as the day he had first met her ( and this beauty would never fade, did the wolf think ) and...my my, was there multiples of her? He needed water. He needed a smoke. "Alaska, I'm back honey, and... and ooh, oh my," he croaked, squinting, focusing on the main Alaska in front of him instead of the shaky carbon copies. Here he noticed her stump of a leg, and frowned, squinting, as if he couldn't tell if it wasn't there or not. Next was Cricketpaw, who stole his attention, and with that same speculative squint he looked over to her. "No no, I'm fine. Really." he barked all too sarcastically, but perhaps it was harsh, he felt justified in his words nonetheless before falling back down on his ass. It didn't feel right being a snappy ass, but here he was anyways.


    Oh, now was that Jailbreak? Looked like it- he asked what happened. What had happened again? Ah yes. "I got lost is the simple answer." he told the other Adviser, and Therapist at that. "...The bombs drove me away." he said turning away, quiet, almost ashamed as if to admit that fact. He knew the bombs weren't there, he knew for a very well stated fact it was all in his head- and yet he had ran away in a moment of turmoil and had wound up lost and sick to try and stumble on his way back.
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