'cause times like these are dull without you `` OPEN, PLOT

Primalsurge · Jul 21st 2015

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[justify][ let's just pretend that prim was not dead the entire time and she came back to life as soon as she died like a week ago ]

A sharp pain in her mind. Temporary, lasting six seconds at most, but it was strange. Unusual. She had not gone out for a night of heavy drinking in a while, so that option of her quick 'headache' was immediately ruled out. There was nothing she did that was terribly strenuous on herself or her head, meaning that something physical wasn't an option. The only thing left to explain why this mysterious pain had briefly interrupted her day was something that occurred mentally. But what? Her nose couldn't detect any possible threats nearby, and she wouldn't bother to go and look for herself. So, Primal chose to ignore it, thinking that it was just an odd day, where odd things were going to happen to her.

The day after the next, the female felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and emotional trauma. It was almost as if she had lost her girlfriend in a brutal way, and she could produce the feeling of sadness instead of a strong hatred for whatever caused the death. However, that had not happened, so she was left pondering for the rest of the day, wondering why such a thing had been done to her in the morning.

Three days later, there was a stabbing sensation in her shoulder. The pain was so strong, so sharp, so blinding, that it almost sent her tumbling down a hill Prim had been trekking across. These events had started to bug her, and although she had not gone to the doctor team about them yet, she had a feeling that they wouldn't be able to help. Not to mention the fact that she didn't want any help. Primalpaw was capable enough of solving her issue on her own. So off the female went, arrogant as ever, trying to piece together the information that would give her the answer to her problem.

She didn't sleep with her girlfriend that night.

A week later came the conclusion of her series of pains. A week later came the worst thing she had ever felt before. It was unimaginable, unthinkable, impossible, about how such a quick thing could turn into a moment, then a second, and soon after, a minute. Before long, it felt like an hour, ticking forwards mockingly to lengthen the time of her torture, her endless session of abuse and maltreatment that felt like it would never end like most clocks, until their batteries ran dry.

It seemed like hers wouldn't be drained anytime soon.

A grumble turned into a yell, then a cry of peril, for she felt as if there was lava being poured onto her. Starting at her heart as a dull throb before spreading down her now-weak form, burning everything it touched as if that was really happening. If it had been, she would have been incinerated, becoming the pool of magma itself, a much simpler end in comparison to what the female assumed hers would be. Alas, the world was cruel and vicious. There would never be a victory out of every battle, and there would never be a time where in one's life that they would not be tormented. No one would live a life without a moment of terror, or grief, or suffering. These were the moments in life that would build a person, or break them. In her case, breaking seemed to be the dominant one.

The lioness fell to her side as she grappled at the flesh that protected her heart, the organ that was causing her the pain that made her only desire in this world to be for its vanquish. Its demise, its destruction, and its forever end. But no god out there would stop this. The feel of agony was here to stay. It was here to stay because it had a duty, unbeknown to the female. It had to stay until that duty was done, and stay it did.

She saw her mother for the first time in a while, if only briefly.

[ mobile & this is the first part so it's not really exciting yet ]

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Teayl · Jul 21st 2015

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Primalsurge · Jul 22nd 2015

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abrvxs · Jul 23rd 2015

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strudels · Jul 23rd 2015

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(NAMEHEREEE) · Jul 23rd 2015

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"Oh no! A heart attack?" Toni gasped, coming to a sliding stop.

Teayl · Jul 23rd 2015

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Nyx heard the calls. A heart attack was not good. However, the only experience she had of one was when her old owner got one. He too had far too much alcohol then was good for him. It didn't sound good, or look good either. "Anyone know what to do? We need a doctor!" [/fancypost][/fancypost]

HEATHER ? · Jul 23rd 2015

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"You go get a doctor." Heather's snarling voice came as she shoved her way past the others gathered, straight up to Primalpaw's side. She had no idea what to do for a heart attack, she had never much cared for herbs, as the doctors and nurses were mostly always around. Now they were not, and at the worst time possible. Perhaps they enjoyed avoiding places they were needed. But a heart attack. The heart was the most important in one's body, yes? And having some horrible thing like this happen to it.

Primalpaw could be dying. The sudden realization burst into her head, and she attempted to do the only thing she could think of - push on her girlfriend's chest with her paws, hoping that the pressure would somehow relieve the attack. A Doctor had to come soon, very soon. "Go and get a doctor!" She repeated, raising her voice for the first time in many moons. No, no, no. This could not happen. She had to protect her. She had to protect Primalpaw at all costs. If she failed, she would never ever forgive herself.

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female
homosexual
lieutenant commander
colouredclan
medium
no kill / maim
[abbr=free powers, telepathy, scent manip, emotion manip, soundwave manip, time manip/ghostmode/the sight]powers[/abbr]
[abbr=golden eagle, gorilla, tigress, unicorn-sized kirin, serval]bodies[/abbr]
attack #d0d0d0
pm for plots
♥ primalpaw

Primalsurge · Jul 24th 2015

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[justify]Her vision was beginning to falter. Everything seemed to be fading to a black, yet she knew it wouldn't. For the world was a cruel place, one that wouldn't let her escape this seemingly endless torture of her heart. Her consciousness would stay, along with the pain. Even if the doctors and nurses came, they would be of no use to her. The pain was caused by nothing but a bond between two souls, one that Primal had never knew of. In fact, it was recently done. Connected to a soul that had been in the process of death, one that was related to a heart disease known as heart cancer.

The female's eyes widened somewhat at the sight of the others. No, she dimly thought. She did not want them to be here. She did not want them to watch her, writhing on the ground, as a weak, pathetic excuse for a lieutenant commander. So, Primalpaw turned to the side slightly, trying to face away from the others, even though it quite obviously wasn't working at all.

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Teayl · Jul 24th 2015

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charcoal archer-asilix · Jul 24th 2015

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Woah, woah, woah. He had no idea what was going on, but the maned wolf made his arrival, already pulling his satchel out and ready to use. The problem was, though, he wasn't seeing any physical injuries, so it had to be... A heart attack. That was the quickest conclusion he drew and... There were no real treatments that he knew were sure-fire to work. Still, he could try.

He pulled out white willow bark from his satchel, quickly trying to give it to her. It would help the blood to unclot a bit if she could just take it, but he didn't know if she would even be able to. Pushing himself to come up with a solution, he pressed a paw lightly against her shoulder, trying to take in a bit of her pain while also trying to use his emotional manipulation to calm her. Just take it. Please. Please, please, please. He'd never lost a patient and he didn't intend on starting now.
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trash bag. · Jul 24th 2015

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[sub] #MELTEMPLATE Δ
#ccnep15

EYE GUIDE

DEAD/UNUSED/MAY COME BACK · Jul 24th 2015

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[font=timesnewroman][color=white][b][i][size=9pt]( [abbr=roman reigns + attack in bold orange + extreme + check character gallery for powers + 24 ton dragon + 12 moons + pm about capture, kill and major/fatal/life-changing attacks + colouredclan warrior]battle tags[/abbr] ) ( [abbr=roman reigns + 24 ton dragon + colouredclan + npc x npc + check character gallery for powers + black, white, and brown dragon with glowing blue eyes + single + no kids]personal info[/abbr] ) ( [abbr=colouredclan warrior, former loner, loyal male, protector and bringer of justice, no pets]titles/ranks/alliance info[/abbr] ) ( plotting thread ) ( #romanreigns )

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killian · Jul 24th 2015

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male - thirteen months - very hard - asexual - philophobic - loner
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Swifty30 · Jul 25th 2015

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If the coyote had wings, she'd be flapping them in alarm. Evangeline was running about like a chicken with it's head cut off, squawking like an injured bird. She was trying to calm down, she really was! Just saying. From what she knew about heart attacks, this would be bad.
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Primalsurge · Jul 25th 2015

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She refused to eat it. Primal never liked eating herbs, even though she once aspired to be a doctor when she was younger. The lioness weakly nudged it away from her, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Fortunately for her, she didn't need it. She luckily wasn't having a heart attack, but to her, it probably felt like it. Except ten times worse.

A hiss that sounded nothing like one escaped her lips as the female felt the paw on herself. She jerked herself away from the touch, only causing more pain for herself but less humiliation. In her mind, anyways. If she was to go down right now, she wasn't going to be a wuss and allow others to take away the pain for her. No. The last thing she wanted to happen was to accept help from someone else. Though Primal would seem like the kind of girl who would grudgingly accept the assistance of someone else, she wasn't. Absolutely bloody wasn't.

Unfortunately for her, that meant she had to deal with the pain. The imaginary flames that licked her chest as if she was a bundle of charred wood, doused with gasoline to forever endure what felt like she was being burned alive, from the inside and out. Maybe this was the product of her drinking problem. The alcohol poisoning finally got to her in secret, and now Primal couldn't do anything but squirm, like a newborn cub she once was.

She let out an ear-piercing scream as a tear trickled down her cheek, something that hadn't happened for a long time.

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