BRING ME TO LIFE -- open + joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;]Laying buried beneath piles and piles of leaves was an Australian kelpie dog-- And he's dead right now. Dead for a long while, but not any more. No, today was the day at life once more. The covered figure was silent before a sudden gasp erupted from lungs not used in months.


    Breath!


    Breath!


    Inhale.


    Exhale.


    Inh-


    Pieces of dirt and crunched up leaves block up his air ways, making him thrash about. Air! Air! The young canine squirmed while trying to find the source every living creature needed.


    Oxygen.


    At last, the wonderful element passed in and out through his mouth rapidly before slowing down.


    Darkness


    The last dying light of the Sun's rays were consumed by the shadows and made everything appear ominous and eerie. The young black and tan canid felt the cold grip of fear touch him and he began to panic. Jaws immediately parted to let out a cry of help, but nothing came out. Only a low, whimpering sound and the eleven month old began to shake violently. Eyelashes fluttered as the frightened being held back tears while he struggled to get out of the mesh of leaves and muck. Shaking himself, the newly revived mammal quickly yet quietly scampered forth, keeping low to the ground as possible.


    Hours passed and he flopped onto the ground, far from any civilization and possibly any contact. The figures in the dark continuously made him scared, and that's when he noticed something. A single eye was making up the sight for two.


    Help!


    Rasing a paw, the quivering one waved a paw in front of both eyes. The left was fine, the right... Not so much. The movement didn't even register and worse, he couldn't even see anything. Not even the soft glimmer of light from the Moon on occasion. With a throbbing heart, he picked himself up and slunk around, looking for anything to cover it up. A bit of luck was sent his way and he found an eyepatch amongst the grass. The box indicated it had been there for a long while, but the item inside was untouched. A silent pray went off in his mind and he managed to get it over the correct one after several minutes.


    A few more hours passed and he licked his chops, twitching as they bumped against the slightly longer-than-average canines. They itched due to poking out and made moving his mouth uncomfortable.


    Cold


    A small sensation started in his throat before turning into a fierce burning. Unable to hold them back, hot tears rolled down his gentle face, irritating the blind eye behind the piece of fabric over it. The will to push forth was gone (there wasn't any there to begin with) and he collapsed onto the freezing earth under him. Trembling and letting fear sink in, the soon-to-be member had no clue that he crossed the border and happened to be a couple of feet in.


    Help me!

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    IC: Yes, the pup was out and about. Why shouldn't he be? It was retro to his capture, so he had no reason to fear the dark or anything in it. But when he spotted the other canine, Mal bounded over, concern flooding his features.
    "A-are you okay? Are you hurt? What's your name?"
    Maybe he'd bombarded the other with questions, but he couldn't help it. Not his fault that he was a puppy.
    "You n-need medical h-help."
    Again, not his fault. Neither was the stuttering. That came from nervousness. He needed someone he knew to show up. Like Shift or Sammy. Heck, even Jonathan. Anyone.



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    Malachite's Opinions!!
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    Wingstar saw Malachite and the unfamiliar male, a shocked look spreading across her face. She didn't know what she could do, where she could help. She didn't know anything about herbs. So instead she just said, "Someone will be here to look at you soon."


    - ahhh rushed, sorry :c

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;]A jolt of surprise went through his system and jerked his head up. Who...? Another just like him, but WAY younger. And then he had some questions thrown his way, making the shaking figure tense up in fright. How was he going to answer the pup's question? He found out that he didn't have the most functioning vocal chords. And, name? Oh. Did he have one? None came to mind as he kept his lips pressed together.


    Then someone else, a female, popped up. When she spoke, he pulled his limbs closer to his body, trying to control his quickly growing fast breaths. Help? Help his eye? It was probably too late, but he didn't want them to waste precious supplies on him. He could go and leave them be. It slowly dawned on him that he was on their territory and couldn't help but think that they were pretending to be nice; either to kill him later or shove him out into the vast world after they 'helped' him.

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    [size=8]It was dark, and that was exactly when Fleecepaw liked to play. The icy wind howled around her tauntingly as she hooked her claws into the soft bark of a tree- just the sensation made her body shudder with terror and she loved it. She should have learned from when she had been speaking with Sabbath and plummeted into the ice, but she hadn't, it only made her yearn it more, even though it had practically killed her friend. It had only made the fear more potent, and it was exactly what she needed. Her whole body was sore but that only intensified her emotions as she forced herself higher, higher still, the soft bark tearing under her paws and causing a paw to slip- she gasped and then grinned widely as she felt a wound open on her pad, a small piece of bark lodged in. She closed her eyes for a moment before pulling it out and letting the blood flow freely before continuing, making it a good several dozen feet in the air and clambering onto a thin branch that hardly supported her. Standing here, she could see anything. The fear did as it always did, it took her lungs and punched them to pulp, her chest making small wheezing sounds, barely collecting oxygen while the dog not a few hundred feet away from her begged for it. The fear, it felt amazing.


    But then she smelled it, somebody else's terror, stronger and more potent than her's. Her light silver gaze narrowed and then shifted to the source, a frown etching on her previously smiling maw. She hissed under her breath as she shook a droplet of blood from her paw and then leaped, down, right onto the branch below her that creaked with her weight. She clung on and then leaped another, and another, before making a final leap into the snow- it swallowed her whole, easily. She let the cold sink into her skin before clambering up, out of the snow, and following the scent- certainly enough, she could smell an infected wound and spotted a youthful canine- not quite old, but not young either. She drew her tongue across her teeth, completely emotionless as she assessed his fear and the eyepatch over his eye. The strangest thing... was that he smelled dead. He smelled like a corpse. She stared at him for a long time, her silvery blue eyes glinting under the moonlight before she swiftly turned on her heel and stalked away.


    As she returned, she had three items clasped between her shiny teeth, of which she set at her paws. Lavender, marigold, and a bowl of water. It was only the necessities, she was certain that eventually Cloudhouse or Harborpaw would come along to assist her. Despite being a medical intern for well over a few weeks now, she had yet to be fully knowledgeable on the herbs she had access to. Her knowledge was fairly basic, she knew now two things- how to heal and disinfect an injury, and how to mend a broken bone. She was a worthless intern, and she knew it, but it wasn't as if she wasn't actively trying. She took the lavender between her non-bloody paw and held it out to him, face emotionless- no. She had to snap out of it. Bitter over recent events or not, she couldn't simply overlook a patient's wellbeing over her own petty emotions, and with that, he mouth split into what she hoped to be a heartwarming and encouraging smile, and a slightly crooked but nonetheless soft voice poured in the form of a purr through her mouth, "It's alright, we don't wish to hurt you. I'm Fleecepaw, I can tend to your wounds if you will allow me."

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    [align=center][color=black]Shiftingalligances Hadrian


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    Shiftingallegiances would walk over, or rather rush over, as quickly as possible. It seemed that Fleecepaw was attending the injured feline and since she didn't know anything about healing she would stand back as far as possible while still staying beside him.









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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;]Oh god, there's more of them. Three more. Though, the second female amongst the ones popping up had some... Herbs. The perfectly fine, left olive green visionary focused itself on the plant as she held it out to him. ...Was he supposed to eat it? That's when the femme spoke with a, ah, friendly smile. Well, it seemed that way, but he felt it was forced. There's a fifty-fifty chance it was real, but in his state, it was hard to determine things. She also had something else and some- Water!


    Goodness, the dog remembered how parched his throat was and swallowed. This Fleecepaw was offering to treat his wounds and he wondered if the clear, tasteless liquid would be included. Then his eye flickered to Falicity and then Shiftingalligances. Holy mother of cheesecake, the fae was bigger than them all. A quiet wheeze escaped slightly parted lips as the Australian kelpie tried to refrain from hyperventilating. The dog turned his attention back to the medic intern and made a barely visible nod to let her know that she could do what was needed.

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    Fear. It wasn't exactly the emotion that the demon reveled in... that was his other brothers' main element. He was the demon of lust, not of fear. The demonic prince of temptation. But that didn't mean that he didn't sense it. It was as crisp and clear in the morning air as the promise of snow soon, and it instantly drew the impossibly beautiful dire wolf over, a not-so-innocent curious look in his optics and a small smile on his maw, revealing sharp fangs.


    But it dropped the moment that he noticed the other. There he went again, with his compassion. Ever since he had entered this forsaken land he had been feeling it more and more. Compassion towards mortals. Hah. Like he had any left to spare. The prince's gaze turned cold, but still inside of those usually emotionless eyes a pinprick of empathy shone. He didn't dare get any closer, for he wasn't one who generally healed things. He was a demon - and not even. One of the nine kings of hell. A small sigh escaped the male's maw, and the sound itself already was too beautiful. And that was only the beginning of what he could do, for his voice was even more enticing and bewitching.


    He couldn't do much, but he knew that it was cold outside. Winter was cruel and unforgiving, and in his current state Asmodeus doubted Isaac could withhold. So, with another gentle exhale the canine used his elemental powers to spread his own demonic heat out, heating up the area into a cozy and comforting warmth.


    "Let me try something. I don't think he can talk," his beautiful voice suddenly rang out, and in a split second he aimed to gently nudge at the other male's mental walls. It was funny and strange to the demon, actually. He being gentle with something. Usually he just forced his way in and corrupted people... but he didn't feel that need right then. The mortal looked too helpless for him to want to hurt it any more.


    And with that, Asmodeus aimed to used his telepathy, not sure if it would exactly work but still trying. [I]"It is okay now... you are safe. May I know your name?"[/b] the demon inquired in a gentle yet powerful tone, scarlet gaze set intently upon the other.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;]The fur along his spine pulled themselves up as the incubus came over. A warning voice that wasn't his own nagged at him in the back of his mind. Memories tried to pop up to give fuller details why he should stay away from the larger carnivore. But, the attempt to bring up said memories failed and he was left with having to be wary and cautious. But, he was grateful for Asmodeus spreading out his warmth, making him wonder how that's even possible.


    Both pointed ears twitched as the supernatural being spoke and cringed at feeling something touch his mind itself. Something told Isaac to let the dire wolf in, but also be careful at the same time. And he did. The demon's voice in his thoughts made the bi-colored canid jerk before forcing himself to calm down. '...Name?' What was his name? What was it again? Being dead for several months didn't help the situation and the youth laid there, quiet for a very long time.


    [i]'Isaac... Isaac Clarke.' The guy's voice was surprisingly gruff, yet cool and hushed at the same time. 'What... What is this place? Who... Who are you?'

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    The cat just sat back on their haunches and watched as Asmodeus "spoke" to him.


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    He could almost taste the wariness of the other, and a light frown adorned his maw. The mental guards of the male were up, but frankly Asmodeus wasn't aiming to push past any of them. In tha state e could seriously injure the other if he aimed to force himself upon the other. So, he just waited, just a steady presence inside of his head that wasn't aiming to either move forward or retreat, just to listen.


    Isaac Clarke. The canine blinked as he continued listening, not saying anything until he was sure that the other was done with his questions. He was the epitome of calm, not letting any of his emotions shine through so as not to further stress Isaac out. Something inside of him was screaming to be gentle, even as his demonic instinct wanted so bad to corrupt the other then and there. Perhaps he had gone weak. Hah, father would disown him if he found out.


    [i]"This is Windclan. We're not sure how you got here - perhaps you know?"[/b] the demon gently inquired, trying to gently reach in further into his mind to possibly gather any memories the other had forgotten. But it wasn't forceful, more like a question. "I am Asmodeus Break," he then continued, hoping that the name wasn't familiar to the other in any shape way or form. It could have just been a coincidence, right? Anyone could be named Asmodeus. Not just one of the kings of hell.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 300px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: impact; color: black; font-size: 14pt;]Windclan? What a strange name for a community of animals living together. Then again, most of them were probably different with all of these unusual traits. Like Asmodeus talking inside of his mind this very instant. Tail moving a tad, Isaac froze at the question asked. 'How I got here?' The thought was echoed as his memories treated back to hours earlier before. There was only a single word that stood out.


    'Death.'


    The reoccurring word went on for a minute then ceased. Pull it together Isaac! Silence took the show as he stared at the demon before noticing Armageddon. The pure white feline shared the exact same feelings as him. 'I honestly don't remember much. I remembered waking up beneath a heap of leaves and dirt, nearly suffocating before managing to get air, realizing to can't see out of one eye...' Clarke trailed off as exhaustion washed over and pressed closer to Mother Earth. 'And then I found myself here.' He concluded.


    '...How are you even talking to me?' Please don't say super powers or experimentations. Then the dog would fall silent once more, awaiting a new response.


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    Death. It was a scent that Asmodeus was familiar with, and for a second he realized that that must have been the second thing that drew him in. Not only the fear and wariness. There was a lot of that all around them, but death... someone coming back to life... that wasn't something that happened often. He wondered briefly why, but decided not to question him. As much as it was hard to explain how he got here, he knew that Isaac's response would most likely be even harder.


    "I see..." he murmured, the frown failing to disappear from his maw and his brows furrowing together as he tried to piece the information together. That wasn't much information to go about. Who had sent him back? Why did they choose to send him back? Did that make him one of the undead? Had he been sent back from heaven or hell, or something completely different? The questions raged through his head, but only one thing escaped through into Isaac's own head.


    "Don't stress yourself out trying to remember. It's dangerous to push yourself in this state. Being revived couldn't have been easy, so just relax. Be glad that you made it somewhere where you will be taken care of," his calm voice rang out, and he curled his tail around himself, the frown still there as he tried to both maintain his calm demeanor and try to figure out all of the questions that were mentioned before.


    And sadly Asmodeus wasn't going to give him the response he was looking for. "Telepathy," he replied simply, glancing around briefly in thought. Did the others have it too? He should probably relay all of this information to them. But instantly his selfish side came out. He was a demon, wasn't he? In flesh and blood, as gentle as he wanted to seem he still already felt like this was his. Only his. He knew this information and what gave the right to the others to know?


    But again, something inside him, possibly that same weakness, caused him to open his maw and start talking. "His name is Isaac Clarke. He found himself here after being revived from the dead... he doesn't know anything other than that, and I suggest we not pry in further. It can hurt his mental state," he stated, his physical voice as powerful and beautiful as his telepathic one.


    ikr *throws self into trashcan where I belong* im so sorry I'll like sit here now because Im totally shipping trash
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