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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]It was Bucky and Nicandro that could be found on the border, both seemingly returning from the same place. Hell. Fucking hell.


    The two of them had been able to make an escape when everything had seemingly turned into disorganized chaos with flashing lights of red and blue and the scattering of their captors and other humans. The stench of sweat, steel and blood clung onto Barnes' ragged-appearing coat. He wasn't sure about the SunClan leader, for he'd been too out of it to actually pay much attention, but Buck wasn't anywhere near healthy. Ribs poked through the shepard's sides, appearing as if they were close to sticking out from the skin. His hazel hued eyes glossed over from lack of nutrition and mental-suffering. Practically making it appear as if there was a layer of sheer fogged glass covering his vision. Jaw hanging open with pure shock and dehydration as a fever ravaged the former deputy. Part of his thick coat was plastered against his now-skinny frame with mud and, crimson that partially wasn't his own. Infected wounds littered his sides, ensuing the sickness that now shook his body and immune system. Partial chunks of flesh hung off the injuries as if it had been like that for a while now. But, despite it all, the only thing that came from the SunClanner was a shuddering breath, inhaling the cool air around them with a staggering position as if he were to collapse into the snowy ground that was now speckled with red infectious blood.


    He didn't dare glance towards the SunClan leader who was hopefully somewhere besides him, for his vision burned into the ground dead-ahead as if he was unable to move it away. Buck looked different, despite his abused form. Something laced itself into his eyes, as it was almost unidentifiable. He didn't necessarily appear broken, but a mix of all emotions. Maybe it was the fever that continued to wreck him from the inside out that made him appear like he did. There was a faint ringing sound echoing his ears, and the voices and sounds around him were nothing but dulled as if they were the thunder of a passing storm. His eyes burned open, refusing to blink, for all he saw were shadowing shapes and the splattering of blood onto cement. His eyes would not remain hard, but instead they'd soften into something of internal suffering as pain shocked up and down his body until it made him feel numb.The canine wouldn't speak as the scent of the sea overwhelmed his senses, seemingly closing up his throat. It all felt as if sand was pouring into his throat making it dry with too much emotion.


    He was home.

    [size=6pt]All of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used[/size]

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    //fvck I can't reply atm bc I gotta do something so excited track



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    YOU MORTALS HAVE A GLORIOUS GIFT FOR SELF-DESTRUCTION...





    //HOLY F*CKING YES



    It couldn't be possible. But she could tell that it was. They were there. They were back.
    Even though she still had the red ribbon-like blindfold over her eyes, she could feel their presence. For a whole minute she was frozen, barely breathing. Then she was running. Running, as fast as she could, panting as her legs moved faster and faster. "Bucky." She breathed, then pushed herself to go even faster, to feel the burn in her limbs and lungs, to feel something. Even though she couldn't see, as soon as she would come into sight of the pair, she would open her mouth, drinking in the scent like it was medicine. "BUCKY!" She yelled, golden tears streaming down her slender face from under the blindfold.


    Mist dashed forwards again, attempting to almost barrel Bucky over in a giant hug with wings and all. She would then release him as sobs escaped her throat, but she was smiling so widely that she could almost see him. "My god, I thought you were dead. I missed you so much." She cried, her words coming in staggering breaths as she tried to keep the tidal wave of emotions from boiling over. "Aren't you forgetting your job?" Nemesis hissed in her head, but Mist didn't pay any attention to her. She didn't care about her "Job". This was far more important to her than anything else on the planet.




    //I'm literally too excited to typer more hnng





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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]What Bucky called a home, Nicandro called a place that reeked of things rather left unspoken.


    But it was better than what he and his former deputy had left behind, so he trekked further on, the taste of blood - copper and salt - coating his mouth, the lingering smell of fear, spit, sweat and human lacing his coat like the inside of one of those fancy drinks. He hated it. He hated the smell, the taste, the fear that still had his heart a-thumping to a never ending beat. He turned his cranium, spitting out the crimson fluids that stained him so vividly. Hate was anger, and boy, was he fuming. The skin under his ebony fur was warming up quickly and his tense figure was cooking up something that was so ready to blow up on the first person besides Bucky that came up near him, but instead of showing how much of a piss-baby he was, the SunClan leader had a deadpan expression on his heavily scarred face.


    The place still looked the same, surprisingly. He would've expected it to be torched (a subtle reference to his daughter's accident, right there) by now and for everyone to be dead, but as always, it remained standing. Appearance-wise. He didn't know what the hell it must be like on the inside with Steve as temporary leader in his absence. Was there yelling, chaos? Because if there was, that was a shame. He wished that he would be there to see it. Instead, he was stuck right next to Bucky, fighting every urge he had to collapse right there and then.


    It was even harder to remain standing when he was in his feline form. Swaying slightly to the side and then clumsily regaining his balance, the leader tried to take some of his strength and put it into waking up his powers. "Where the fuck is Jericho?" telepathy, thankfully, was still here, so he sent it to everyone within a few lengths of he and Bucky's position, struggling not to flinch when a headache hit him, hard and fast, like some kind of shitty brain freeze.


    He got in an even worse mood when Mistdream completely disregarded him in favor of her boytoy, so he didn't bother hiding the irritated glare in her direction despite it being a crack in his facade.

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    [size=6pt]All of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used[/size]

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    || Albino Panther || 15 Moons || Demonic Shapeshifting Mute || Medium-Hard Difficulty || Attack in Underlined Beige ||

    [size=6pt]If you wanna break these walls down you're gonna get bruised[/size]


    #phanthorn
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    Nictatorship omg brilliant
    "Welcome home." Phantom said as she padded over, eying the injuries, but unable to much about them. Hmm, maybe she should ask Whitedove or Gameboy to teach her some stuff about healing. Or Jericho, if she saw him around in anything but a meeting or crisis, as it was his job.


    Ever calm and distant, she didn't jump around excitedly or grin like a maniac, but also didn't go charging off to find whatever had done that to them. She wasn't so stupid as to go after something that could do that to Nicandro and Bucky, with no information and no backup. The impulse was there, of course, those were her Clanmates, and one was her leader.


    "I'm afraid I don't know where Jericho is." Phantom said, hating to admit it. Why could they never get an active physician around here? "Dare I ask what's happened?" Phan hated not knowing, but for all she knew Nicandro would just glare at her for asking something he couldn't or didn't want to answer.



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    As Nicandro's presence grew besides him, the male would remain staring forwards until a familiar voice rang out and shook him down into the roots. It all happened so fast. Before he could do anything else, a winged husky was suddenly embracing him into a hug that nearly forced the injured warrior to take a weak step backwards as his breathing became ragged while she pressed against the wounds that littered his sides. But, he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He'd always been stubborn anyways, refusing to tell her that it hurt. Mistdream was within his grasp and the german shepard held onto her as if his own life depended on it. His bloodshot gaze drifting towards her face in a pained fashion. Searching for her once icy-blue optics, though all he was given in return was a red blindfold. For a while he said nothing, for Barnes couldn't force out his vocals. He couldn't say anything, his throat had completely closed up. Shards of glass raking down the sides, making him want to gag. Nonetheless it was all in head. "Wh - what happened to your eyes?" Finally came his own voice, or well, croak. It stung him, and the SunClanner sounded desperate, like some sort of wild dog. His eyes remained glassy, but they trained so determinedly upon the tears that fell down her face.


    Her next words were something dulled as a strong ringing continued in ears as the the emotional and physical hurt nearly kicked him down into the snow. Dead. They'd thought him to be dead, and in his own feverish state, the former deputy would open his jaws inhaling much more sharply as the word appeared to trigger something more in the back of his head. Only after that Barnes wouldn't say anything, and instead would remain locked into the icy ground that he stood on. Maybe he even appeared delusional as his thoughts continued to scatter about.


    The next clan-mate to approach was none other than a familiar shape that he was able to groggily note as Phantom. Him and the Silverblood hadn't ever grown very close, though they were friends. Right? * it. His jaws finally would clamp shut in a slow weary exhale, creating a wall of fog in front of his face. Though, Bucky would remain silent momentarily as his own chest gave a pained heave as the younger member asked where'd they been... or what had happened. "We - ..." Buck looked wild with sickness and pain as he tried to answer, though instead was unable to continue as a cold breeze whipped his coat back and forth, carrying the heavy scent of dried blood towards his senses. Too lost and mentally lost to answer. PTSD at its finest, of course.


    / Edited!!

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    While Jericho had a very lose understanding of most powers including telepathy, he had a newfound appreciation for it. The two were obviously not in a very good state, and even if Nicandro's words sounded rather harsh he was incredibly glad to have been lead to them before their state got any worse. Then again, he was sure he would have stumbled upon them anyways. The scent of blood was rank in the air, the metallic tang heavy and thick enough to make him gag, as well as the smell of sickness. StarClan knew he wanted to know where they'd been, what the hell had happened to the duo to put them in such a condition, but there were far more pressing matters at hand.


    Besides, it wasn't his place. He was a healer (and lately a terrible one, he knew) and he had his job to do. The ginger tabby nearly stumbled onto the scene, trying to make it there as fast as his short three legs would take him- which, for the record, wasn't very fast. A wad of cobwebs already hung in his jaws and behind him herbs were sprouting underfoot with each step as he went over which ones he needed in his head. The blind Physician then took a couple paces towards the two, enough so that he could reach out and try to diagnose the wounds with super senses, while attempting to stifle the bleeding with cobwebs wherever he could sense the slow flow of metallic liquid.


    /exact injuries? :^)
    #jerichosc

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    YOU MORTALS HAVE A GLORIOUS GIFT FOR SELF-DESTRUCTION...




    //shh let's make this after she's blinded...




    Mist tried to keep smiling, but it slowly dipped into a grimace. Wordlessly, she untied the red blindfold, exposing the burned and scabbing face underneath. There was still a smell of smoke, no matter how muchs he washed her face. She was blind. "I can still see you, somewhat. I can see your heat signature." She muttered, trying to smile again as she re-tied the blindfold. She couldn't see his face, though she was scared of his reaction. Though she could tell when something was wrong. Trauma, pain, fear. It was something she had experienced many times, and she had hoped that no one had to go through it. It seemed that her prayers had been ignored.


    Then, she turned back to Nic, attempting to bring his into a hug as well, overwhelmed by her friend's return. Or at least, she hoped they were friends. "Don't worry Nic, I didn't forget you. I never would have." She said quietly, slowly releasing the leader. A slow pulse of pain and empathy was lodged in her chest like shrapnel, but for now, relief numbed it away. She would be grateful for it now, but at the same time she wished she could feel it at the moment so it didn't hit her as hard later. Mist stepped back a bit to let Jericho work, though her blindfolded face would stick on the small crowd, her tail flicking back and forth with apprehension.





    "Nemesis Speaking" "Mist Speaking." "Thinking" Other


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    [b]"Holy shizneents!" Kate wasn't one for dignity at moments like these, and the jumble of nonsense that left her mouth loosely resembled those words. And yet despite how comical those two words sounded, the exclamation came with a wheezing breath and coughing. She was confused as to why she was about to throw up, because they were back. Bucky and Nic were back, and it would all be okay. Because they were back. The canine had never realized that a piece of her had left until it had come back with the two, and it slammed into her with a dizzying force. She spluttered for a moment, just coughing and trying to absorb what was happening. First of all, where had they been? She wanted to know so bad, but to force them to relive the obvious trauma they had just gone through.. that would be hell for them, no doubt. And second... while Kate had been gone for the span of three days, what had happened to Mist? As the blindfold came off, she felt as if a rock had slammed into her chest. She was so irresponsible. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been lazing around, sleeping and eating. She could have done something, tried to rescue Bucky and Nic, and she could have possibly prevented Mist from getting burned. But Kate hadn't been there, and this all sunk in with a driving force.


    Two tentative steps forward were taken by the shivering canine, looking younger than ever with true alarm evident in her azure eyes. Small comfort could be taken in the fact that Jericho was there, but even if she blinked, the stark contrast of crimson splatters in the alabaster snow shone beneath her eyelids and mocked her. [b]"Where... what?" There were lots of questions that were going through her head, but at the moment she felt a bit too winded to ask any of them. And no doubt the returners were too winded to answer them, as well.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]As soon as he saw Mistdream advancing, Nicandro scrambled away and, in the process, fell on his rump, growing even more upset by the second. "Don't -" he would grit his teeth together, because between the pounding headache, his emotions, and the mere fact that he was trying to commune it was pretty damn hard to speak. At least telepathy had been easier. And then not so easy, after, with the whole over-frickin'-rated pounding on his goddamn head ordeal. "Don't touch me." there was a heavy emphasis on the word 'don't', mainly because his teeth were so clenched that it got the job done for him when it came to being pissed. "My face already hurts like a goddamn bitch and I don't need some blind skank rubbin' all up on it. Jesus Christ." he added afterwords, and with his one eye, glared at Mistdream with an intense ferocity. "And the reason why you didn't forget me is because nobody does."


    "Some friggin' bastards took us in cages to fight against each other like we were a bunch of bitches in a strip joint. Bullshit, you know? Especially when they put me and Fuckboy right here up against each other. I whooped his sorry ass, of course, but really, Fucky? The face? I could just kill you right now. Get my paws up and around your throat and squeeze you until blood pours out of any available orifice like fuckin' Niagara Falls. You up for that, you little shit? Huh? Because I sure as hell am." his voice was growing more frustrated and his words were starting to jam together, and Nic looked at Bucky and raised his paws, using his last ounces of strength just to grope the air and make choking noises to fuck with him. He actually meant it, though - if it was Bucky that had landed that blow to his face, then he was dead meat. But Bucky probably didn't do it, honestly ; he'd seen another german shepherd pass by at some point in time, so many it had been someone else. "Jericho, I'm getting impatient."


    /Nicandro has a few scars on his face. Other than that, he has a broken back paw and his body is a bit heavily scarred.
    ALSO - ic opinions bbs

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:transparent; width: 410px; height:auto; font-size: 12px; text-align:justify;][sup]kuroo didn't know nor understand what the whole situation was about, but he was drawn by the forming crowd and his undying curiosity. casually coming to a stop beside phantom and sitting down, he blinked his vivid orange luminaries as he looked at the returning members. everyone else was already voicing his thoughts and concerns for them so the dark serval found no reason in speaking just yet.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ Bucky's got a running fever because of some deep infected wounds down his sides and chest && also maybe a mild concussion while also being v dehydrated. Other than that he just looks banged up w/ other little scrapes/cuts.


    Jericho's voice followed after a while, but Buck only gave a rough nod of his head in acknowledgement to the medic. Really just, somewhere in his head while the fever continued to shake him down into his core. Though, Mist's voice brought him back for a moment or two. Removing her blindfold the shepard would glance over the burns with a slow blink of his hazel gaze. But his throat hurt too much to speak any longer, or for now that was how he felt. Like her face, his vocal words were seemingly scorched. In reality, they were fine, the mix of everything was what shut everything down as she backed away to reach Nicandro, who did nothing but move away from embrace.


    The next was Kate, and at the sight of the Silverblood his own eyes softened some more, but he wasn't there. Bucky was lost in his own head. Part of the male was present, though the blood that clung onto his coat was continuously reminding himself of what he'd done. The SunClan leader's voice was dulled out momentarily, though his attention shifted towards Nicandro as he spoke about choking someone. Bucky didn't understand for a while, though reality hit him like a truck after a moment of given silence and the warrior was forced to sit down onto his haunches while his head spun, "Sh... - Shut up." His voice croaked again, as all Barnes wanted was silence for his own thoughts while he spotted another SunClanner that was unfamiliar to him approach.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"Oh, it can speak."


    "So, since you're all well and everything now, if you want me to shut up, come over here and do it yourself. Kind of like when you hit me in my jaw, remember, Fucky?" the corners of his eyebrows furrowed together and the smallest of smiles danced on his lips, as bitter and gruesome as the words he spat at the brute beside him. At first, he hadn't been in the talking mood. But now? Since he was pissed, why not just ramble off? After all, nobody could really do anything about him. According to them, he was both mentally deficient and physically screwed. Again, why was he leader? "I bet you do. Oh yeah, you pack a punch, don't you? Hurt like a motherfucker, too."

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    "Nicandro, you have better things to be doing than goading someone who can barely stand." Steve was- so relieved. It felt as though the elephant that was sitting on his shoulders, his lungs, had been pulled away, allowing him the first real breath he'd had for too long. But he was angry, too, now that he had the energy for it, angry at the people who'd taken them, angry at what they'd been made to do to each other, angry at Nicandro for spitting vitriol. Angry. The retriever inhaled, his gaze shifting from Nic to Bucky, jaw clenching. They looked awful, both of them, and Bucky he knew wasn't fully here, was wandering somewhere in the cracks of his mind, because he'd seen that look many times before. Too many times. No more. Please, no more. He thought it hurt when he lost him to the tire tracks, but that was nothing compared to getting him back in pieces, each time giving him less and less of the Bucky he knew, until one day- one day he wouldn't even know who he was looking at, if it kept up like this.


    "Jericho, if you need me for anything, let me know." Steve didn't let himself get closer. Bucky didn't need his wounds exacerbated by the tight embrace he desperately wanted to pull him into.
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    This place reeked of blood and maybe it wasn't the reason Cain came over, mainly because she heard her friends screaming Nicandro and Bucky's names. The york chocolate was frowning, a slight gleam in her golden orbs before she saw their states and her eyes widened, ears pricked. "F*ck." The demoness cursed, hurrying up her pace as she ran forwards. Nicandro. Yeah, she didn't know who that was. Sea.. obvioulsy. But this guy was someone that the york couldn't say she knew well. She paced a little, her ears flickering from side to side, running a tongue nervously over the giant scar on the left side of her lip. "Anything i can do to help, Jericho, just ask." The feline noted before leaning back and watching on.

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    No smart animal would walk towards a bloodbath. Curiosity kills cats, and since he compared himself to a cat not too long ago, it meant that he was on a hit list if he padded over. But, the fox endured his common sense, shattering through it to see what all the fuss was about.


    He couldn't say that he felt worried for Bucky and Nicandro, they were two animals that he rarely interacted with, mainly because he didn't see them much when he was bouncing around greeting joiners. His latest interaction with Bucky was when he said 'his name is buck and he likes to fuck' and his latest one with Nicandro was probably... oh damn, he didn't even remember. Cassady found it hard to keep an attachment to anything remotely outside of his life, and as such, he was treating this like he would any other injury.


    All the fox saw were physical scars, not mental, not emotional, he couldn't read atmospheres, and he sure as hell couldn't be subtle. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn," Cass drawled, leaning his head back as he watched the situation. He wasn't innocent despite his childish nature, but there was still a lot of damage done there just for two animals. "Someone 'bout ta get knocked out," his voice got a little higher towards the end, black paw covering his mouth in brief shock before he placed it on the ground again. "But dudes, for tha sake of ya clans, tell us next time ya gonna get put through a meat shredder. We gotta prepare for this blood, it ain't no good coming back one day hobblin' like Hershel Greene an' expectin' us all ta be emotionally prepared,". In a way, his last sentence was him showing some care, the Divine not smiling, instead mouth gaped open in some sort of worry.


    "Seriously though, ya gonna be ok?". His attempted apathy had failed, body only slightly wavering.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color: #50C2D3;]/retro to name change obviously woo


    Voices were nearby, some worried, some happy, some angry, and some joking. Selene knew some of the voices, the one that was talking even more than Cassady seemed to belong to her father. Naturally, the ebony vampiress had come rushing over, to see if what she'd heard was true, and it wasn't another trick her mind was playing on her, or her attacker for that matter. The sight she was met with was not one she was happy about. Both Bucky and Nic were bloody and physically broken and it made her angry.


    Her initial reaction was to walk towards Nicandro, her expression unreadable. She aimed to raise a paw and smack him in the face, possibly to get him to shut up, possibly for some other, unknown reason. "Don't you dare scare me like that again. Or next time, you won't just be getting a slap from me." Was all she said.
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