we were never welcome here - open + injury

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]"For fuck's sake," the rumble of the canine's voice could be heard as he stalked into camp, icy eyes glaring around him and daring anyone to approach him. His whole body was shaking with rage and malice, and only upon closer inspection could anyone realize that he was hiding something. He was purposefully walking in such a way that his stomach was completely covered up, but the pain was evident in his gaze. There was something wrong. Something had gone wrong.


    And Ronan hated himself for it. He had fallen for the most idiotic of things - an ambush. A fucking ambush. Something that could have been so easily avoided if he had just been paying attention. And now as a result, there was a giant gash on his stomach, his guts close to spilling out of the thin layer of muscle still there. But he was still walking, somehow. Maybe it was the rage and adrenaline that was making him walk. But at least one thing made him feel better about the whole thing - the exiles didn't go away unscathed. Rather, every one of them wasn't going anywhere. All seven lay on the territory, in a mutilated and bloody mess. He didn't even have the time or mind set to cover them up so they were probably still there.


    He stalked past a few concerned npcs, though nearly tripped over his own feet as a sudden wave of pain entered his body, and a snarl formed on his lips as he briefly exposed the large injury on his body, only to proceed to cover it up by dropping his wings to his sides and continuing past everyone once again. He didn't even know where he was going. He just didn't want anyone to see him.


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    [align=center][size=8]Well, lucky for Ronan, Chain didn't exactly care, nor know anyone, nor did he care to gossip. So, perhaps Chain seeing him didn't matter - nobody seemed to like him anyway. That was just the way he preferred it - alone and at peace because nobody was bitching at him. Of course, when Ronan walked past him dripping blood everywhere, Chain had to stop and glare at him. "Could ya not," he said, ears flattening back as he gave a raspy, annoyed kind of tone. "Honestly ya makin' it worst for ya'self, and I'm sure someone cares for ya safety so lay the hell down and cry medic," he grunted, stopping in his own meandering path to stare at Ronan.


    He knew someone that was always this way, and it had been increasingly ridiculous to tell him to go get himself fixed the hell up before he bled out. Of course, he was so afraid of the medicine man that instead he'd get his friends to patch him up while he inhaled medicine for pain and slathered on herbs for infection. God forbid he go to the medicine man. "And I'm bein' serious."

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    Echopaw

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]Echopaw hacd been a medic for a brief time and the apprentice was very good at reading when somebody was in pain. A lot of his clanmates had been too stubborn to seek help when they needed it. "What happened?" He asked as he came over eyeing Ronan up and down.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"A gash in his stomach. Stop trying to hide it and do what.." She briefly glanced at Chainsmoker with neutral sea green eyes. ".. he says. Lie down. Let us see the wound better so we can patch you up. And don't complain." It wasn't spoken in an angry manner but more of a blunt manner, like what she said was no more then speaking of dinner or going to someones house rather then this potentially life threatening wound. And if infection got in the wound... well, he was screwed. Pepper, however, was no medic and she lifted her head to peer around, tail tip flickering from side to side. "We're going to need a medic. Echopaw?" The demoness inclined her head in the orange toms general direction. "Can you grab someone? Jericho?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]An irrated 'tch' escaped the hiisihound as people started to gather around him, ordering him around to lie down to get him patched up. Yeah - fuck that. He wasn't going to have them do anything if he was the one who had gotten himself into this in the first place. He'd gone through worse without having anyone help him, so he could survive now as well. "I'm fine. Go do whatever the hell you need to be doing - I'll take care of this myself," he muttered, pausing briefly and nearly toppling over as he rocked from side to side.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 370px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]"Stop acting so tough, you need help before that gets infected and it gets worst." Hiyori would respond with a stern voice as lady glared coldly at Ronan. Then as he almost toppled over like domino, the female would attempt to give him support.


    [spoiler=mobile tags | updated 5/23][justify]general -
    ★ hiyori asahina cor-leonis
    ★ female / she
    ★ spiritually 24 months, physically 6 months
    ★ kestrelflight x galileoheart
    ★ crush on Faustus & Sweetpaw
    ★ sunclan
    ★ lady (HP)
    ★ bisexual demiromantic


    appearance -
    ★ domestic feline
    ★ tortoiseshell with ivory right paw
    ★ blue eyes
    ★ wears bandanas around neck


    personality -
    ★ sweetheart, effervescent
    ★ innocuous, sensitive
    ★ has slight anxiety


    powers -
    ★ the sight
    ★ telepathy
    ★ shape-shifting
    ★ memory manipulation
    ★ super speed
    ★ teleportation
    ★ telekinesis


    interactions -
    ★ medium physically
    ★ extreme mentally
    ★ attack in underline
    ★ free to power-play non-harm attacks (hugs, etc)


    links -
    ★ biography
    ★ plot
    ★ diary


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]"It's not going to get infected," the hiisihound muttered out, blinking in surprise as the femme was suddenly at his side, supporting his weight. He didn't want to let her, and he quickly jerked back, straightening himself out with the help of his wings. "I just... I need to go sleep," he murmured, pressing a paw to his forehead and wincing at the pain in his head. "I'll be fine."


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    "With a gash that deep, an infection is only certain to happen," Tripswitch said hurridly as he approached, metaphorical brows furrowed as he tried to examine the other's wound. "If you want to remain a hot-shot fighter, you have to let someone patch you up or you'll be retiring in a month," The small panther continued, a bundle of herbs between his jaws tied up with twine. He might have been new to SunClan, but he had been in other clans, and had studied medicine for virtually all his life. "Please..." He murmured, a sigh escaping him. "Just lay down."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Jericho can smell the blood from nearly the opposite side of the territory. The acuteness of his nose due to his lack of sight certainly helps, but there's also simply lots of it, Ronan's or otherwise. It fills his lungs with every inhale and he coughs, sputtering at the sheer amount of the metallic tang that he can scent. Concern stirs in his belly, and almost like a trained dog he snatches up his satchel and sets off to find the source. He's done this so many times now, he's been a medic for so long that as soon as he scents blood there's a certain knee-jerk reaction that sends him hobbling as fast as he can go. Which, unfortunately, isn't very fast at all. In his defense, he is both three-legged and blind.


    By the time the tiny medic reaches them others have already confronted Ronan, although the canine sounds adamant in that he doesn't need help. Poor Jericho, meek and quite the pushover, knows he cannot force the male to allow him to treat his injuries, but he knows he has to try. "He's, um, r-right," the little tabby pipes up, his small chest still heaving with the effort of getting over here in time. His unseeing gaze has flickered to Tripswitch's direction and despite how he stares past him unseeingly he recognizes him as someone whose scent he can't identify and has likely never met. He's glad someone who seems to know what they're doing has arrived before he did. His attention returns to Ronan, brows knitting together a bit as he chews upon his lower lip. "I-I, ah, please... l-let us help you," he finally speaks again, tone pleading gently. He's honestly concerned for the other; while hasn't yet had the chance to really diagnose his wounds (it's much more difficult for those without sight) he can tell there's lots of blood, and that can never be good.


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    Echopaw

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]"Yeah because getting yourself due to stupidity is a great idea." Echopaw stated with a role of his eyes as he was about to go look for Jericho when the male in question appeared.[/fancypost]
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