INK'S RUN OUT — visitor [ o : medic needed ]

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 370px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Teleporting on over after hearing the injured male's call; the female would attempt to conjure up some cobwebs and apply it to his wound until an medic had got there- just to stop the bleeding. "Don't worry."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]SunClan has seen more than it's fair share of injuries lately, and Jericho feels just about spread thin. The medicinal Guild really needs more members; despite past herb trainings most don't seem to know much about herbs. Maybe they're due for another one. Now, however, is not the time- lately the little tomcat has become accustomed to leaping up at the cry for a medic or the scent of blood, and he's out picking herbs when he hears Dean's muffled call. His head lifts and the blind tabby's jaw parts, and immediately when he scents the air he's hit with a metallic tang. The boy winces but gathers himself swiftly, limping towards the other male with herbs already gathered up in his maw.

As he arrives on the scene he realizes quickly that this is no SunClanner he has stumbled upon. Jericho's nose is finely-trained in order to make up for his sightlessness, and just as swiftly as he notices he also decides it doesn't matter. "I-I'm, uh, I'm here," the Councilman speaks softly, simply announcing his presence as he kneels beside the feline. He feels a little awkward, given that this is a loner and someone he doesn't know at all, and begins to blush just a little before his medic instincts kick in and his mind goes into herb-mode. White-tipped paws bring marigold to his mouth, chewing it into a pulp as he reaches out, attempting to place cobwebs on the wound and soak up some of the blood so that he can truly treat the injury.

/ninja'dddd

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%]Syruppaw was no healer, heck, he barely even knew what herbs were. He, however, came over to help, despite his lack of knowledge. The Initiate halted at Hiyori's side, watching with a sigh of relief as Jericho came over to heal the loner.

//oops edited bc ninja'd

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 15pt; letter-spacing: -1px][i][color=#6A739A]“ even if the world shatters around me ”[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 140%]iason had basic healing knowledge, but due to his size, he couldn't really practice healing of any kind. the dragon came over, standing a few feet away so he wouldn't get in the way of the treatment. [b][color=#6A739A]"do you need me to fetch anything?" the dragon offered.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][color=#6A739A]BASIC INFORMATION &&
› iason xerses-wulfgang-scion ( formerly iason mink )
› dead / kinda possessed / it's complicated
› amnesiac
› male, identifies as male
› about 3 years, real timed
› currently: large dragon
› sunclan
› initiate [shp]
› former leader of arcadianclan
› former viceroy of the brotherhood
› titles: elite (arc)
› bisexual biromantic
› iamura is otp
› first generation
› speaks latin
› atheist

[color=#6A739A]POWERS &&
› absorbing spirits ( 0/9 lives )
› golden fluids ( spit, blood, tears )
› flower prints
› afterlife communication
› conjuration
› flavor manipulation
› invisibility
› soundwave manipulation
› scent manipulation
› shapeshifting (large dragon, lion, leopard)

[color=#6A739A]BATTLE TAGS &&
› extreme physically, medium mentally
› attack in bold [color=#6A739A]#6A739A
› no kill, ask to maim, capture or rape
› will kill, capture, maim and torture enemies

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[align=center][align=center][spoiler=mobile tags][size=8][font=copperplate gothic]Basics
fargo ✝ ageless ✝ male ✝ n/a ✝ archangel ✝ npc x npc ✝ single ✝ pansexual
Physical
timber wolf (main) ✝ physically three years ✝ scars: a large gash across his stomach ✝ bite marks on the left side of his neck ✝ mutations: singe-tipped, bodily proportional wings (white ;; grey hues ;; rust)
peregrine falcon ✝ physically five years ✝ crow-sized ✝ extremely agile
Mental
post-traumatic stress disorder ✝ dissociative identity disorder ✝ insomnia
History
archangel of balance ✝ possessed by adonis ✝ made kit for killing clanmate ✝ noble(assistant deputy) of sunclan ✝ deputy of sunclan ✝ tortured by permafrost ✝ tortured in hell for century (ten earth months) ✝ freshly risen
Powers
ability to glow ✝ super senses combo (speed&strenght&elasticity) ✝ teleportation ✝ manipulation of sound&molecules&scent&memory&emotion ✝ telepathy ✝ manipulation of eye color ✝ invisibility ✝ free powers ✝ venomous fangs
Other
physically extreme hard ✝ mentally extreme hard ✝ pm for capture + maim + torture + kill ✝ open for all plotting ✝ attack in [color=#AD995A]#ad995a

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Tripswitch soon approached the scene, wincing lightly at the image of the dagger embedded into the creature's side. The small panther neared the loner, eyeing him cautiously. It seemed Jericho had the situation covered, so the newbie moved to seat himself near the two, though he kept his distance to allow the medic to do his work without nusiance, but upon examining the medic further, he noted the still blankness of his eyes. Tripswitch glanced back to the loner, feeling worry bubble in his stomach. "Wait," He said quickly, standing back up to join the other. "There's a dagger still embedded in him," He spoke, glancing uneasily at Jericho. Could the other tell? He wasn't sure how advanced his senses were with his loss of sight, but he hadn't come across someone blind who felt the presence of an object without any other hints. Tripswitch didn't want the other to accidently move his paw against the dagger- for even a small movement would elicite pain from the loner and possibly worsen the internal damage if the length of the blade was long enough. "Here, would you like me to...?" He asked softly, examining where the blade entered.

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Pepper would be virtually no help here. She knew nothing of medical skills and she nothing of calming down a person unless she knew them well. And in this case? She knew nothing of them. So the grey forest cat stood a while back, watching the scene with a slight degree of wariness in her sea green gaze.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Jericho has a large wad of cobwebs in his paw and is leaning forwards to apply them when an unfamiliar voice stops him in his tracks. The knife’s still embedded in him. He immediately retracts his limb and feels a deep blush blossoming across his cheeks. It true that he didn’t check due to his blindness; it’s nearly second nature for him to just whip out cobwebs and start soaking up blood without thinking twice. Tripswitch is right, he could worsen the wound if he’s not paying attention. What kind of medic is he if he messes up something so simple like this? “I- I-I’m so s-sorry- ah, I d-didn’t- S-StarClan, I- sorry, um-” he sputters, before cutting himself off by chewing on his lower lip nervously. Jericho inhales deeply and steadies himself, despite the way his unseeing eyes still avoid the others and his ears pin back in his embarrassment. This isn’t the time to get flustered, there are more important things that his own self-consciousness right now.

Dean speaks up now, and his ears lift slightly to catch what he says. The tom doesn’t want him pulling the dagger out himself, for he knows if not done carefully it can easily do more damage. His maw parts just slightly, leaning forwards a little as he says, “Wait-” It’s too late, he hears a low grunt and the dagger hits the ground. The little tabby winces lightly in sympathy, but despite how sheepish he still is from his earlier mistake he gathers himself swiftly and attempts to cover the wound once more, knowing he has little time to spare dwelling over his fumble.

/mobile

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His jaws parted slightly as the loner began to pull out the dagger, before he closed them quickly to bite down on his tongue lightly, feeling bad for the poor guy. What had happened? Tripswitch wasn't sure if he wanted to know. The male glanced back to Jericho, who stumbled over his words before quickly composing himself. The small panther moved to seat himself with a soft exhale, eyes scanning the newcomer warily. The male tried to make himself useful by conjuring some whitecandle flowers, slicing their petals before moving to add a few drops of water to wet them. The male moved to offer Dean the small bowl. "That should help with the pain." He spoke with a nod.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 423px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 100%] Well this was certainly weird to say the least, not a reaction that would be incited by the kitten if such a thing were to happen to them. Not at all. But then again the kitten supposed that everybody was different, probably had different memories that influenced that way that the stranger reacted as well. Weird, only a little though. But the Sunclanner was meant to be part of the medical team and rushed over anyways even if the head was there to help in the most part. Maybe it would prove to be a learning experience.

Giving Dean a cautious look Fairykit would then look up to Jericho as if to offer whatever the kitten could, like Kay'ra. It was a shame though, Fairykit wasn't as trained as their aunt.