STRAIGHT FROM HELL && RETURN FROM EXILES + BEATEN UP

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]That had been a bad idea. Though, Linx hadn't know what the Exiles really were, he had just wanted to do some exploring. He went through the barbed wire unnoticed though gaining a couple of rake marks down his back. And members were attracted at the sight of a cub with a BHR scent all over him. And they beat him up. And broke his leg. And scarred him. And captured him. Linx had to use mere wits to escape from the dungeon they cast him in. He tricked the foolish npcs with his dagger. And he escaped. He hadn't hurt anyone, but he had been close to slitting someones throat and that scared him. He had held the dagger near a npcs throat. His paws were so close, the blade even closer to piercing the neck. But he held the cold fury back, and he withdrew. He won over his demons. And so he escaped without getting blood on his hands.


    Limping into the BHR territory, the serval cub collapsed, yearning for his fathers presence so the other could comfort him. Normally, he would deny any offers of help, but just his fathers comfort would be enough. And he was too beaten up too protest. His legs ached, and the broken one was throbbing. He turned his head while he was lying down and spat on the ground. The saliva was mingled with blood and there was a broken tooth. "Dad." Linx hissed, reeking of the Exiles.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Fittingly, Euron was the first to get to the scene. The black serval bristled at the sight of his son, but more importantly, a Blackheart having been beat up. Of course he was not amused--the wildcat took it as an insult to his pride and the integrity of the Blackhearts.


    "Medic!" the serval roared, hoping that he would get Arenisca's attention, or someone who knew how to work herbs. Unfortunately, the pirate was better at making wounds than healing them.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Grimacing in what some might take as horror, though to him it was merely relief at his fathers presence, the serval cub tried to lift a paw and grab at the tree limb so he could haul himself back onto his feet, but another wave of pain blasted through his body, and the serval swore and just let himself go limp, the blood dribbling down his chin and staining the earth below. Linx didn't like the Exiles. From first look, he knew it was bad, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat, and he went inside. His explorer instincts didn't help either.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify]*. He wasn't qualified for this, and Arensica didn't seem to have arrived yet. He would really need to ask her to teach him one day; books only gave him so much information, although he supposed that this would be a good experience. The Jarl didn't want to toy with his clanmates lives, however. He could do wounds though, so Saito approached silently to walk past Euron and crouch down beside the injured serval. First conjuring some Alder Bark, he gave Linx a light yet firm tap on the head with a blunt, "stay awake and eat these." He then proceeded to take out two poppy seeds from his sack, placing them in front of the feline while he began to chew the bark into a pulp. Hopefully the real medic would arrive soon.[/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 500px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]Spying Saito's arrival with some herbs, Euron took a step back to let the other Blackheart handle it. At Linx's attempt to stand up, Euron attempted to put a paw on his son's shoulder. "Stay down. We can carry you back to the castle if need be," he warned lowly. He had seen injuries of that type before...many times, too many times...and he knew how to deal with them in terms outside of actually healing them. Linx would survive--he was young and strong and could heal. Hopefully.


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