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    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]


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    well, jackson hadn't really had a disappearance thread because, well, he was only gone for a day. it seemed like he was too much work to the exiles, but there he was, barely halfway through the territory and wobbling. no, literally wobbling. he had dyed the alabaster snow crimson with all the red pain dripping from his dozens of wounds, it was clear to see the goal of this was to bleed him dry. he wasn't really sure why they had let him go, maybe because it was annoying that he kept shouting cantonese curses and eventually muttering them but they probably had their fill of the foreign language. he had gotten back to the cold landscape he called home, but it was just burning everytime the snow went in his cuts and decided to melt, the cold mineral doing exactly the opposite of what you think. his legs were trembling as he staggered forward, a determination driving him beyond his body's physical boundaries. perhaphs it was the will to live, maybe the want of revenge, but whatever the case he trudged through the snow to leave a bloodied stain and red paw mark everytime his foot touched the ground. but eventually he got to the point of inability to move, his barely open eyes shutting finally as he crashed to the ground, all of it getting to be too much. guess that's what happened when you went screaming and kicking into the enemy's camp asking to beat the * out of their leader. things just usually didn't go the way you want


    //injuries if you want them c:
    -dozens of minor cuts
    -several large open wounds
    -some of his left ear missing
    -just a lot of cuts and slices in general, enough to make him loose a lot of blood




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; color: white;]that didn't look good.


    the pungent, coppery scent of blood smacked into her, and immediately her paws were skittering over the sleek ice towards the source. in an instant the ebony feline was standing in front of the collapsed body of jackson, turquoise eyes wide in horrified surprise. "[b]what the- hey! are you okay? what happened- heeeey! someone help out here, this guy's bleeding a ton!" her voice was raised at this point, high and frantic enough so that it resonated throughout the caverns.


    [i]calm down, ayakashi! he's not going to die, assured mira, resonating pleasantly throughout the aspiring witch's mind in a manner only she could hear. the kit nodded, though she found it hard to convince herself this with the crimson pools of blood staining the ivory snow. sooner or later a healer should arrive. make their work a little easier on them. here, i'll conjure some supplies. you should catalog his wounds.


    immediately rolls of gauze and bandages appeared in a neat pile next to ayakashi, followed by a basin of water and small containers of ointments and salves. various herbs sprouted from the ground as the feline leaned over jackson, eyes rapidly raking over his lacerated body. "h-he's losing a ton of blood! we gotta get a healer here soon!"


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    The hell had happened to him? When had he even left? Chromamirage shrugged as these inquiries made their way into her mind. Why did she care?
    "Some adventure you must've had, eh?" The rose-tipped feline mused as she strolled towards the bloody tom. She sidestepped slightly to allow room for Ayakashi's supplies, but a slightly amused look remained on her face.
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    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]


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    "kai dei.." a strained mutter came from the dark bloodied mess that contrasted against the alabaster snow. the words were muttered in jackson's native language, as he had been screaming out in it for hours on end. as he cracked his eyes open once more, however, everything came blaring at him in a single moment. voices, shapes, and first the cold spiking up through his limbs and numbing his paws once more. then came the blinding pain. agony in all sizes and shapes stabbing and slicing into the already dealt wounds was coming back. he had felt this pain before, as he had struggled to get here, and was simply waking to what he had left behind when he went unconscious. but now through his pained and confused state he was glaring at the shapes before him, crimson blurring his normally fine. jackson could hear a worried voice and a sarcastic one, but couldn't tell which shapes were saying them. "laan hoi.." the injured feline was struggling to his feet, pain biting at him as he strained his wounds. but it didn't matter, he had to protect himself. "laan hoi!" he snarled at the shapes, staggering with heavy ragged breaths to try to contain the searing pressure in his shackles. it was quite obvious this was a pathetic effort, what with all the sticky liquid slowly flowing from him and welling up on the former alabaster ground.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; font-family: arial; font-size:11px; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;]"Jackson...?"


    Came a soft voice, quiet with disbelief. The overpowering scent of blood, and the all-too-familar one of Jackson mingled together to fill his senses with concern and confusion. The tiger was quick to sprint over, paws crushing the thick snow as he bounded across the white landscape, tail low in worry.


    The brute pushed his way through the small crowd of NPCs and his clanmates, broad shoulders pushing others to approach Jackson. He didn't expect anyone to understand his amount of concern, as Jackson and he were infamous for their arguing and Sköll's disdain for the other's obnoxiousness, but as of lately they had become extremely close. Though, it's not like Sköll was thinking of all that at the moment.


    The tiger cursed under his breath at the scent of The Exiles, quickly connecting the dots to that night Jackson had disappeared after demanding to know who engraved the objectifying scar on the tiger's side. "Oh you idiot," He murmured, though his voice held no irritation- only softness. He placed a paw on his cheek in attempt to calm him. "Jackson, you're safe now, you're home, it's okay," He said clearly, slowly, only hoping the other to understand. "Tem-- Jericho will be here soon. You're gonna be fine, you're gonna be okay." He added before conjuring some cobwebs, attempting to drape them carefully over his bleeding wounds, before applying slight pressure to the heavy-bleeding ones in hope to cot the blood quicker.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; width: 400px; height: auto; text-align: justify;]Jericho was there. He had been there, prepared and ready, moments after Jackson had stumbled into the clearing. But instead of rushing to the scene, the oracle cowered behind a boulder, dumbstruck with terror. He had never been faced with such a situation before, and he had no idea how to handle it. What if he died?! All the blame would be put on him, and he might even be exiled -- executed!


    He couldn't do this. There was no way he could do this.


    But then Jackson would die, and you will too.
    He'll die either way!
    What do you actually want to do, Jericho? What did Temüjin want you to do?!


    Jericho peeked at the bloody, barely-breathing corpse of his clanmate and shuddered. Go. You can do this.


    "Let me in!" He hollered, quickly weaving his way through the growing crowd. "Bandages..cobwebs..okay, okay, good. Great. Could someone get me some dandelion? Goldenrod? Oh, and some dock, too. Stat!"

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    he couldn't really see, eyes almost shut to avoid blood dripping into them and his vision was off but he could hear. and upon hearing a just more familiar voice he dropped his guard because it was sköll. to everyone they could be known as the fighting duo so this situation where the king was coming over to a blacksmith didn't seem like usual. well then again jackson was in the process of losing a lot of blood so it didn't matter too much. the touch to his cheek was comforting but he still was readjusting to which language he should be using. after giving up, it seemed like too much work right now, he simply nodded at the words sköll was saying. however he flinched when the tiger put the cobwebs on his wounds and evenmore so when there was pressure applied. so slowly he was dropping his guard, sheathing his claws after they had been dug into the ground so hard and loosening up his tensed muscles that were bunched up in case of having to defend himself. jackson lifted a paw to his eye, drawing it over to wipe away some of the blood flow that was causing him to close his optics and could now catch sight of jericho coming. so, with that, he sat down- weariness in his legs bringing him down to the earth, however he was simply sitting snd fully conscious, his former agression mostly having gone.


    //uggh sorry if this is bad, just finished my mouth surgery




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