OPEN, INJURIES --- i hate you everything about you

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 350px;text-align: justify;][size=8]"What happened!?" Demanded the hyena, rushing over. "We need a medic!!" Abaddon called, looking over Darling with caution. She waited for her question to be answered, unable to physically help due to her lack of medical knowladge.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]He didn't know the kid, and felt bad that he didn't. Faustus had to get out more. He spent so much time wandering, patrolling, blowing off steam that there were more than a couple members he'd never seen before. What he needed was renewed devotion.

Now was not the time to plot his future, and he shoved the thoughts aside with ease given the screams emitting from the child.
"Hey," the Paradigm spoke soothingly, and he'd comforted many children before, so despite his hulking appearance, he hoped it wasn't too frightening. "Hey, calm down.. it's alright.." as he spoke in hushed whispers, the tiger conjured up several healing items. For one, the bleeding would need to be stopped, and coagulation would need to kick in. So, shooting Darlingcub a comforting glance, he'd aim to stick cobwebs on each wound.

Faustus could laugh at himself. He was a horrible person, and here he was being a mother. Was Breakdance watching? Was she proud?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify;]Cottonfawn had just met the kid, and now she was a sobbing mess. The serval didn't know how to deal with children, nor did he know anything about herbs. Why was he there? He wasn't sure himself. He had simply rushed over at the sound of commotion, alert and curious. "Who did this?" Cotton asked. His voice was low and smooth, which surprised him. When had he become so caring? The male found himself next to Faustus, watching as he worked on Ling.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify][hr]"It's okay! That's my brother. He'll be nice to you, he just wants to help." Ira would approach, slowly. She knew how to deal with hurt or paranoid individuals, and she didn't want to upset this poor kid! The small tigress would keep her distance, as to not suffocate the other girl. "He has healing things, to make your injuries feel better. They won't hurt as bad when he helps. Please let him?"[/fancypost][align=center]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 310px;][justify][size=7pt]Oh, a crying child.... Not something Karma was well with, even if he was extremely young. Too much emotion from one person got overwhelming to him, which was the precise reason he avoided any relationships that got too close. He was also an asshole and would usually laugh at the pain of others, but not for something like this. It was clear that Darlingcub did nothing to deserve this, if she wasn't putting up an act, which he doubted. Really, the most people he liked to see in pain were the dicks that looked down on everyone and beat up those lesser than themselves. It pissed him off a lot, but then defending the person by beating the shit out of the bully was so exhilarating that he immediately felt better. Yes, he did have good intentions, despite his snarky demeanor; it was just simply something he didn't say much about.

"Ehhh, who did this to you? I'm sure the big buff men of ScarClan can get em," he said to the cub, completely ignoring her jump from Faustus. Honestly, if he was in her position and a bit more of an emotional person, he sure as hell would fine a tiger like Faustus to be scary. Like, she just got injured by someone stronger than her- she didn't need more scary people looming over her. Perhaps the fact that he was a smaller domestic feline would make her less scared.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]When the child bolted from him, he expected it. Such an act could be expected.. she was clearly traumatized by the experience, and he'd been in shock before. He knew how it felt racing through each vein. While he was certainly sympathetic, a frustrated grunt was released. He dulled it by sighing.
"Look," he began, turning to eye Darlingcub carefully, "I promise I won't hurt you.. I just want to help you." But he'd wait to move forward again, until Darlingcub deemed him safe.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;]"Ling?"

Lips curled into a snarl of worried frustration, ears twitched back as far as they'd go. Blood. She was bleeding. He'd never liked the smell, raw and metallic, sticking in the back of his throat, but that it was her blood managed to make it worse. He didn't pretend that he wasn't easily attached: he was. And though he hadn't known her long, he considered her a friend. Perhaps that was wrong - perhaps she didn't see him in the same way. But he hoped that she trusted him enough to let him near, if nothing else. Perhaps he'd be able to make it better.

The Doberman almost tripped over his paws as he attempted to stop, somehow stumbling to a halt a foot away and then attempting to close the distance between them. "Hey, Ling, it's alright. Let them help you, yeah?" he pleaded quietly, eyes round. She'd never get better if she didn't trust her clan mates - and she had every reason to trust them. Regardless of her outlook on people, ScarClan wasn't like that. He'd yet to meet somebody that could be described as inherently cruel.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]Faustus shot Trapezepup a grateful glance, but it was a brief flash of his brilliant irises and soon enough it was gone. Ironically enough, Faustus was one of the more inherently cruel members of the clan, but luckily it was aimed towards outside members. ScarClan was his family, and he treated them accordingly. Young or old.

He hummed gently, more to himself, as he moved forward and began applying cobwebs once more. He was careful and gentle, contrary to his tremendous size and appearance, but he was making quite the effort. Golden eyes half veiled by translucent lids, he went on to apply poultices to the poor girl's torn flesh.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae padded up behind the others, hers focusing on the group gathered around the child. Was she okay? She was in good hands with Faustus so Mae sat back and watched until she was needed.

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