you watch me bleed until i can't breathe ] OPEN // DEATH

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    Dangerdays knew this was going to happen eventually; he just didn't know it would happen so soon.


    The new warrior had felt the need to go outside of camp again, though his asthma was worse than ever. He needed to get out. Right now, his health was of no concern to him. That was the wolf's first mistake. As he trotted along, he caught a scent on the air; one of the Exiles. He immediately bounded forward, following the scent.


    He found a trespassing Exiler, and quickly lunged at her to scare her away. She let out a yelp as the pyromaniac's teeth dug into flesh. She broke free and started running, with the bright red male right on her heels. His jaws snapped around thin air, wanting nothing more than to give a good scare to the intruder.


    The chase finally broke over the border. Dangerdays stopped, suddenly realizing that the burning in his chest was not simply fire burning inside of him. The realization hit him; he couldn't breathe. His airways tightened, and he fell into his third asthma attack. His chest heaved, and the wolf fell, hitting the ground with a loud thump. The sudden collapse managed to dislodge one of his broken ribs again, and it impaled his lung.


    Alone, the bodyguard sat, now coughing blood and desperately struggling for air. It was a slow death, with his body burning and going numb from lack of oxygen. In under fifteen minutes, there was only a corpse in his place. Dangerdays had died from suffocation, and from drowning in his own blood.


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    annabelle


    Annabelle had been stressed out lately, and she had neglected to watch her boyfriend. She had told him not to run, not to hurt himself. The stage of healing he was in- it was fragile. But back to the present. The nurse had been taking a walk when she smelled the Exiles. Stalking forward, she came across no exiler, just a whole different nightmare.


    Unlike every time she found a body, Annabelle didn't scream. She instead, simply laid down, her face buried in his rapidly cooling chest. Voices in her mind screamed that she failed. Dangerdays was dead. He was really dead. It was all her fault, too. If she kept him with her, and made sure he didn't hurt himself, he would be alive. If she found him sooner, he would be alive. But no, here they were, a dead wolf, and a small persian cat, both covered in blood.

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    racing over, the serval already knew this was bad. was there a fight? did danger need help? honestly so many thoughts were running through his feeble mind that it took him awhile to finally see the body of his brother. and blood. after connecting the pieces, the serval let out a dry sob. and after that sob, pushed his way through and laid beside the cold body. and from there, pressing his blue face to the fur.


    "DANGER.... PLEASE COME BACK TO ME... PLEASE!" he couldn't leave his only piece of family. this was just a cruel joke. god was testing him. "please... come back..."

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    Ears pricked at the sound of heartbroken sobs and screaming, Charcoal slowly made his way to the scene. His paws felt heavy, almost as if they were weighted down, almost as if his body already knew how great a toll seeing this would take on him before his mind even processed it. His alabaster gaze moved over the deceased corpse of his son and, for a moment, he was simple frozen in place, only staring. He almost wished that his eyes were unseeing, that he could erase this image from his memory forever.


    Unfortunately, that just wasn't the way life worked.


    Without even really processing what he was doing, the doctor's paws pushed him forward, pushed him to Danger's side. "Danger..?"he murmured, voice even quieter than it normally was, almost eerily so. "Dangerdays?" His voice rose a bit in volume. "Dan, I know you can hear me. I know you can. You... You're just like me. You're going to come back. I know you will. I know you're scared, honey, but you're going to come back. You're going to. You have to. Please. Please. I..." He shut himself up, snapping his teeth together firmly.


    At some point during his speech, tears had started rolling down his face. He hadn't even noticed. Instead of addressing them, he took a small step back, away from the body. His wings pulled themselves inward, tightening around his form. He wished that he had the good outlook on life to be able to think that this wasn't real. But, sadly, he knew life too well. He knew that all of this pain was real. Everything was true and real and it hurt.
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    [justify]She didn't know how she was supposed to feel about Dangerdays' death. It was liking asking about her opinion on living in a different universe; she just wasn't sure. Her and Danger were never close to begin with, and they never interacted much, either. Maybe she was supposed to feel a little bit sad, because of their weak connection as clanmates? Zenith didn't want to appear as a heartless fellow, so it seemed like that would be her answer, albeit not a good one.


    A cough echoed throughout the area as she shifted awkwardly in her spot. Her eyes were casted downwards, and so was her head. It felt kind of odd to her, but it was definitely much better than being known as an emotionless robot or something.


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    this caught Albert off guard. unlike everything else. usually he was stoic, unflinching. but nothing could have prepared him for seeing his friend in a pool of his own blood. his head pounded, flashes of memory from what he had done days ago came to his mind. he couldn't take it. albert, despite always trying to be the strong one, turned on his heel and too off running.


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    [justify]//OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT
    *flipS ALL OF THE TABLES*
    this is not okay
    my heart
    it hurts


    Death.


    Neptuneblue could smell it from nearly a mile away, being a demon did have it's perks when you wanted to find a dead person. But not this dead person. Definitely not this one. The blackblood had been strolling in his Cerberus body, when he heard a few cries of outrage, followed by his adoptive brother's sad whimpering. Like the "good Samaritan" he was, he began to make his way towards the others. He would be there soon, to comfort them. It wasn't anyone he knew, right?


    Wrong. Something flicked inside of his brain, and he at first thought it was Renegade, and he bolted over there, all three heads wearing nervous expressions. He was only slightly relieved when he arrived to see that it was, in fact, not his twin sister. Instead? It was his nephew. "D..." He couldn't speak, and he felt his own airways closing up. But no, he wasn't having an asthma attack- he was allowing himself to cry. Cry for his family.


    Neptuneblue struggled with different emotions.


    Anger showed itself on one of his three heads, the left one. The right one showed sadness. And the third one? It showed both of those two mixed together to create chaos. He was a mess. "Danger..." One of the heads spoke. The other two were silent, but they were out of control, he... Was out of control.[/justify]
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    [justify][font=georgia]Lucy didn't know how she was supposed to feel about Dangerdays, sure, he was her nephew and she and Charcoal were somewhat close, but Lucy had grown quite distant from most in ColouredClan and honestly, she wouldn't miss any of them if they all vanished. Sighing, trying to make herself seem as believable as possible, Lucy shed a fake tear before saying. "Danger..." There. That was sure to fool them.

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    Wtf this is sad

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 470px;]It was then that Arya witnessed his second death.


    Paralyzed, he didn't know how he was supposed to act as he stopped at the scene. Was he expected to pay his respects, weep for the fallen? Then why didn't the tears come? He admitted that he had no ties to the victim and could rarely care for him as it is, but why was it that he felt sorrow? Shock? He should've known he would witness this kind of event again, really, but it was still a surprise all the same and the former dame was left staring at the body and feeling horrible.


    He couldn't even crack a joke like last time.


    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;]The fem padded up, grimacing. "Poor, poor Danger," she murmured. It was odd, seeing as she was the goddess of death, war, and destruction, that she was saddened by this death. But, it was her nephew. Well, adopted nephew. But still, he was her nephew. Pressing into her brother's side, she nuzzled one of his heads in an attempt to comfort him.


    /emmy will comfort him
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