I feel marooned in this body (Open, Return + Injuries)

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    The wolf traveled on towards the border. He had gotten lost a few times, so that wasn't helping his wounds. Blood dripped down from them, the fur matted and bloody. Keaton himself was stumbling, about to fall. But he had to keep going. He had to. As he got closer to the border, he forced himself to take the last few steps that would take him over it. He was about to head towards the camp when the awful happened. One leg gave out, sending the Wolfskin to the ground in a heap of blood and fur. He just hoped someone would come along soon.
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    rho, herself had followed keaton. the girl's left eye was bleeding, badly. and from the way she was stumbling it was easy to guess she couldn't see. she had multiple gashes all over her small pure white body, her once sparkling and neat pelt now clumped and stained with red. she was shaking, feathers from her wings missing. she would've spoken, but she was afraid to be too loud.




    When Chrys saw her mother, her green eyes widened. What had happened to her? Was she gonna be okay? Tears welling in her gaze, she spoke. "M-Mom?"




    rho couldn't help but want to cry when she saw her adopted daughter. she couldn't speak. she felt horrified to look like this in front of her daughter. moms were supposed to be strong. "c-c-c-chryssy." she mumbled, tears welling up in her one good eye. her daughter shouldn't have to see her like this. all bloody and mangled.





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    Keaton was a little relieved when he saw Rho beside him, but the wolf's blood loss was making it hard to respond to much. Right now, he was focused on staying awake. He couldn't fall asleep; that wasn't....Shaking his head, the Wolfskin blinked a few times.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama would skid to a halt by the pair, ashen orbs widening as she caught immediate drift of the lacerations scattered across each of their forms. "Hang in there, both of you, everything's going to be alright." The servaline paused for a few moments, attempting to mentally contact Mary, before aiming to conjure a few cloths and wound-dressings to mitigate bleeding the best she could, until her comrade arrived. "Mary will be here in a moment, okay? Don't worry."


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    The wolf raised his gaze to Tama, rasping out a few words. "Sorry." That was meant for his leader and Rho as well. He was sorry that he got kidnapped. That he was in this state. That he had been forced to leave Rho behind and leave her to end up in the state she was in. He just felt guilty all around.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama's fictional brows would knit, and she'd shake her head softly. "Keaton.. There's no need to apologise for anything, at all." It hadn't been his fault, for getting captured, after all. "Tama's sorry.. Tama should have.. Tama should have come to save you, earlier." Maybe, if she had been able to, she would have been able to keep him from sustaining such dreadful wounds?


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Here she was. "Tama, I'll help Rho," she would say to the leader, running over to her apprentice. She would assume that Tama could at least dress a wound; she had been to a few herb trainings before. The medic dropped the herbs she had been carrying. "Rho, I'm so sorry... I won't let this happen again. Also, this might hurt a little," she would say, applying celandine to her eye. She didn't know if it was too far gone to save yet.
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    the girl did her best not to wiggle, a frown on her face "i-i-i'm, s-sorry mary. i s-s-should h-have helped t-t-them." she whimpered. sadly, her eye would not be able to be saved. she couldn't find it in herself to speak more, every time she did, she'd taste the dry blood that had gone from her eye and her cheeks to the corners of her mouth.