the buildings crumbled -- major injuries; return

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    Trafalgars pain was beginning to ebb away, but perhaps that was because everything around him seemed to be becoming darker, the sounds becoming duller. There was no doubt that the child had been tortured, he had multiple stab wounds covering his body, there was a broken sword through his leg and a left over arrow buried between his ribs. When the sweet scent of home hit him, everything sort of fell away like a puzzle being broken. His vision became black and the sounds he could hear sounded distant and faint. And so Traf lied there on the border, nothing back darkness clouding the child's mind. [/fancypost]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#cc3148; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][b]☆PUBLIC ENEMY☆[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]HANGERS SITTING DRIPPING OIL, CRYING FREEEEEDOM![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]P.E had her baseball bat in maw now, sharp silver nails jutting out from the weapon. She scanned the environment, before padding closer. It seemed he came alone. She dropped the bat, running to the fallen member her cape blocking out the sun as she towered above his fallen body, large brown optics focused on him. "Traf! Oh, no...Are you okay? You can do this, push through I mean." She muttered a few more encouraging words, unsure of what to do. She was much better at dealing wounds then healing them, so she simply called out, (Using her unnaturally powerful voice) for a medic. Her dad was a back alley doctor. He was kinda a fake though. She saw lots of people bleed to death when her old man got to work. He sold he blood as donations so they could afford a decent living.


    She didn't want to see another animal bleed to death.
    The apprentice got down so she could nuzzle Trafs forehead, before checking for help again. Thats when she stood up. "If you haven't blacked out yet, can you walk? Talk? Can you move anything?"

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    TAFFY! YOUR BACK!... oh no She ran up and with out thinking twice she attempted to shake him. Amber couldn't cope if she lost another member of her clan.





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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]This was bad. "Ma...?" Homie would call out, trailing off as he trotted over with a furrowed brow. That didn't look too good. Hopefully Annabelle or one of the other medics would arrive soon. "Is he alive?" He'd ask P. E. quietly, frowning. Who had done this to Trafalgar, anyways? Perhaps the Exiles? The boy had heard of the group.

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    "speaking", actions, thinking


    Well, this was a serious predicament. Anna hadn't done surgery before, and her mentors were dead. She was a doctor. But she wasn't the head doctor until today. Nobody taught her this, but she had to try. Swallowing, Anna decided to treat his other wounds. Once the bloody scratches had been cleaned, sterilized, and covered, Anna knew she had to try. His chest. Arrows were in his bones. Between them, rather. This would definitely hurt, but if poppy seeds were given, a coma was likely.


    Slowly, Anna took a knife to his chest. She attempted to cut around the arrow and pry it out of his chest. If successful, she would close the wound ad much as possible and try to stitch it with a large needle and a thread. Wow. That had really happened.

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    [justify]Neptuneblue was the next to arrive, her aqua eyes wide with shock and fear. No. Please don't let it be him, please. The lioness thought to herself, but she already knew who it was. It was her son. Fuck. "EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WAY AND DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM." She roared, unable to keep her anger under control as she raced over and crouched down beside her baby. Fucking hell. "THE PERSON WHO DID THIS WILL BE LUCKY NOT TO COME BACK TO LIFE AFTER I KILL THEM." She roared, before aiming to take his pain with her powers and give it to herself. She didn't want to transfer the wounds with it as well, because she was stuck in a pregnant body and that might hurt the cubs, but she sure as hell would if she wasn't pregnant.


    "ONE OF YOU USELESS IDIOTS. STOP STANDING AROUND AND GO AND GET ANNA." She honestly would refuse to call her anything but Anna for a while, and she still didn't trust Emptyskies with anything, let alone her kid's life. And then arrived Ann-Brielle, as she began to work on her son. Neptuneblue wanted to leave and go fuck up the SunClanner that did this, but she didn't have the balls to leave her son.


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    Amber stood back, feeling rejected.




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    Thats when she realized. Maybe this was her disciples parent? She backed up a little bit, wiping a single tear from her eye. "I'm better at breaking things then fixing them." She turned her gaze to Homekit, and nodded, quite relived. "He has a pulse. Just wiped out. Kid took a beating." She was going to have Traf run 2k then drop and give her 20 thousand the moment he god better.


    'Trained for fighting my ass.' Still, she was happy he was okay. To much lives had been lost to spill blood. And this wasn't one she wanted to lose.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Public Enemy's voice came of faint to the male but still he struggled to try and respond [b]"P...E..."     he murmured, his face scrunching up in pain. He had wanted to say something along the lines of 'sorry, i wasn't strong enough' but then Amber started shaking him. He understood she must've been worried and he tried to bite it back but he couldn't help it, a cry of pain parted the cubs jaws. By the time Neptune and Brielle came around he was no longer awake but still as Brielle patched him up there'd be a faint subconscious whine from the back of his throat [/fancypost]

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    Laser came up, eyes wide as he scented the stench of the crimson liquid. "... Traf?" He wasn't particularly close with the tiger, but it was a Clanmate. Clanmates were friends, and it seemed almost everyone was family here.

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    Thinking -- "speaking" -- [abbr=#WitchingstarxWhipstar#Female biologically,identifies as gender fluid#13 moons#Pansexual#Single#Soul bond with Immy G.D.#Character bond with Morality#Split personality/bipolar#Domestic feline(main),Munchkin feline#White 'blood' spattered wings#Multiple body possessions/Shapeshifting#Has dwarfism#Immune to most powers]Tags[/abbr]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px transparent solid; font-family: times new roman; color: black; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; height: 150px;]Staring down at the cub,the feline let out a sharp noise,mostly to herself."How dare they,"she whispered to herself,eyes narrowed down at the cub.Turning away angrily,the munchkin stalked off,happy enough to know that he was going to live,but angry enough to not stay around.[/fancypost]


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