THAT WOULD BE EN(O)UGH | injured & joining

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the faint scent of blood is what alerted chicagopaw to his presence, bottleblond fibers of fur rising up against the smoggy heat and the metallic stench that accompanied the flimsy winds. pushing forward, she felt a brow rise at his scruffy appearance, her heart pounding as the rancid stench continued to infiltrate her nostrils. blood. whoo boy, this had nothing to do with her imagination, he really was bleeding. feeling a dizzy spell threaten to overwhelm her, she kept her distance, calling gruffly,"medic!" before violet hues even thought to meet his gaze, appearing wary of the stranger, "who the hell are you?"

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Bandit had managed to find his old satchel, which contained anything he would need for a decent journey. Herlaring someone cry out for a medic did throw him off a little. With a small smile, he slipped his satchel on and ran over as fast as he could. Appearing next to the two, Bandit could easily tell one wasn't a member. That didn't matter though, someone was hurt and needed help. "I can take away any damage on your paw, but the rest will have to heal.", he said quickly as he swiftly tossed his satchel off and began to rummage threw it.

"The scratches should take a day or two, it really depends on how active you are." Pulling out some green ointment he had gotten from a member who had long passed away, Bandit slathered a thin layer of it on a couple strips of bandages. Placing the bandages along the scratches of this unknown canine, Bandit began to take a look at his gash. "Your gash can be healed now, that is, if you let me. Some don't usually let me because they know of the side effect it has on me, but this is so minor it wouldn't even be worth the thought.", Bandit said with a smile.

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The scent of blood was something engrained into the entirety of his mind. It sent him back to months and months where he'd spent most of his time cooped up in his room, bloody paws cutting into bodies of whatever rotten corpse he'd picked up that time. Now the thought of it made his breaths quicken and his head spin. He'd gotten better than he had been, closer to Ragnorak's death, when simply the thought of death had sent him into a panic attack. Now, it had to be an actual dead body of someone who's life mattered to him, and the panicky feeling was muted far more than it had been earlier. He was getting better.

But the smell of blood was recognized immediately, but it smelled fresher and more alive than what his room had smelled like for most of his life. Someone was injured, is what that meant. Threefold was quick to rush over, skidding to a halt beside Chicagopaw and watching the stranger with a hint of concern in his olive gaze. "You're welcome to stay with us until you're healed, or as long as you want, really. What happened?" He was curious as to what had injured the other male in this way.

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Giving Three a slight nod as he walked up, Bandit went back to looking at the gash. "Trish me, I'll be better off with the wound than you." Holding up his paw, Bandit focused until his paw lit up a slight green. "With how much blood you lost, and judging the severity, a week or possibly two. Plus giving your body time to regenerate the blood it lost may even make your healing time longer. There's also the chance of infection, and countless numbers of other things." Taking a second to catch his breath, Bandit began talking yet again. "Besides, I can always transfer the wound to a field mouse or something that could be eaten..."

Bandit nodded his head with a serious face. "I've had worse happen to me. I'll tell you about that later possibly. All I need is your permission to go threw with this..." It was true, Bandit did have something worse. He was killed by his best friend even though Bandit had saved his life.

//Sorry that was so short, its a little late here xP

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; padding: 5px;]Out of sight a stranger boldly cried out [b]"what the heck you're bleeding all over the place!" Soon afterward the owner of the upset voice would stick their angular face out from behind a tree and pad forward to face Damien eye to eye. They were considerably taller than him considering their species difference, so he had to tilt his head up to actually make eye contact (he thought this dampened the desired effect). "So what's the deal with you? Comin' on in, staining our grass and junk..." A playful glint lit up his eyes, and soon after he followed up with sticking out his tongue. He made sure to back up now, as he wasn't so keen on the odd looking animal biting his head off or anything crazy like that. "Heh. I'm Fish, and you don't look so hot-" He looked around and suddenly a look of realisation shadowed his face. Bandit with his medical gear, woozy looking newcomer... "-oh. I was only joking in case you didn't notice."
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[align=center][color=#1b1a22][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:500px; margin-top:-10px;][justify][font=arial][size=8]uhg. he was always late to joinings ever now and then, but they were always important ones. the small dog started metaphorically sweating as he heard his name being called, coming over as quickly as he could (since he had yet to figure out his powers in his newer form). when he saw that everything was being handled, he sighed. [color=#1b1a22]" thank you, bandit. " he dipped his head to the former king, before turning to the visitor. [color=#1b1a22]" sorry i took so long..... i'm xeryus, the physician. " he introduced himself. [color=#1b1a22]" is there anything else i can help you with? "

Nodding his head, Bandit gently lowered his paw onto Damien's gashed left flank. His paw glowed brighter as the gash slowly sealed its self. "The names Bandit by the way...", he said softly as he began to feel the wound transfer over to his body. Immediately after Damien's gash healed, Bandit whipped around and began to wrap gauze and bandages around his left flank. A little blood began to seep through the bandages, staining Bandits white fur. After attending to his new wound, Bandit turned to Damien with a smile. "How do you feel?", he asked before giving Xeryus a slight nod and smile.

Bandit chuckled a little as he stood up and stretched. "Of course I am." Turning his attention to Xeryus, Bandit let out a soft sigh. "Sorry to beet you too it. I could use your help making sure that I find a mouse in time.", Bandit said with a soft smile.

"You're welcome, Damien.", Bandit said as he stood straight. "Of course you can join, we would be glad to have you." Dipping his head to Damien in a way to make him feel welcome, Bandit figured it was time to introduce himself. "My name is Bandit, and I'm an ex-king of PhantomClan.", Bandit said with a smile.