TWO WENT IN AND ONE CAME HOME // open, development

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    One minute he was fine, and the next, he was on the ground.


    A wave of intense pain crashed over him. He curled up into a ball, eyes widening into two full moons and jaw opened in sheer agony. He drew in a sharp breath and grimaced, the ache only increasing as he breathed. Tears budded in his orange eyes, threatening to spill, however even the programmed behavior hurt. He brought his paws up to his head and dragged them down his face, his claws unknowingly unsheathed. The pain of him scoring his claws down his face didn't even register the other was so bad.


    Oh, God, I'm dying. Eph thought, a sob tearing out of his throat. Please, let this be quick. I can't do this anymore. Take me now, o merciless Lord. End my suffering.


    // hella rushed but it's fine


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]There was little to be heard, in all honesty, as Eph had made little sound at all, despite the fact that he had dropped to the floor, seemingly writhing in pain. However, the scene alone was enough to cleave the air's tranquility, immediately quickening Cherviltea's pace to a rushed, and urgent sprint, until he was able to skid to a halt by the other's side.


    They were a friend. Cherviltea considered Eph to be a friend. It wasn't as if he knew much about the other. It wasn't as if they had shared a lot about their history, or secrets, or anything of that subject matter.. But, Eph had assured him once before, and his words were what Cherviltea had subconsciously clung to, to steady himself, during his first meeting the other day. That, and the other's company was something that he'd gradually grown familiar with, meaning that.. seeing the other doubled over in what seemed like raw agony, happened to immediately throw him into a state of alarm.


    He'd draw to a halt, fictional brows knitting, as his aureate orbs settled on his friend. Noting the way in which their claws straggled at their face, Chervil would find himself leaning forward, aiming to gently take hold of their wrist, and guide their claws from their face, hoping that such would keep him from physically harming himself any more-so than he had already done.


    "Eph?" Cherviltea would ask, tone desperately worried for his comrade, but gentle-spoken nonetheless, unwanting to throw the other into a state of fear, depending on what they were going through at the moment. "Eph, what's wrong?"


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    it was why he was so confused, and so scared to see of the clan of wind animals drop and convulse. his eyes widened in terror, what was he supposed to do? usually when someone started convulsing they died, and plu didn't want to see this animal die - he didn't think he could handle it anymore. looking around quickly he made a dash towards the animal his body shaking as he stood near them. he couldn't touch them, how was he supposed to help!? what use would be be? but god, did he want to stop the creature's pain.


    "oh! okay, um, okay, i'll -" plu lifted a covered paw and paused, he wanted to calm him, to stop the shaking and to stop the creature's crying, but he just didn't know what to do. "it's okay! it'll be okay, you're okay, i'll - i'll find someone!"


    //ninja'd xD
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    character information 9/10/2016

    ★ ★ ★ the child had been going on a walk, admiring the beauty of windclan territory as she meandered along, her paws and tail dragging lightly on the ground. the young feline was rather tired and so her eyelids were slowly drooping down before day would suddenly jerk them open again. this happened over and over again until she heard a cry of pain. stopping in her tracks the femme's breath would begin coming out in short huffs, and her heart began beating rapidly. what was that? is someone hurt? is bill cipher still here? oh god, what if he did something? eyes now wide open the advisor would turn her head this way and that, her expression one of worry and alarm.


    then she saw him. it was ephemeris, lying on the ground, writhing in agony and raking his claws down his face. day was still for a moment, horror consuming her as she watched eph squirm and cry. then she ran. not away from eph, but towards him ignoring the others that were already there, her prismatic orbs wide as she rushed over. "ephemeris what happened? what's... what's wrong?" she would shriek, coming to a stop beside the pained black feline. what was wrong with him? she was no medic! "coralie! alsancub!" the advisor would then yell, hoping her voice would be heard. eph needed medical attention now.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Ephemeris hadn't even noticed the leader until he spoke; he hadn't realized his bloodied paws had been pulled from his face or that the other had even appeared until soft words broke through the blood pounding in his head. It took a few seconds for the words to process; Chervil sounded faraway and distance, like he was speaking through glass. The apprentice shut his eyes, the light around him causing his head to hurt even more than it had been. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, no noise being made. The words didn't come out right, and it pained him to think.


    "Help me." He finally pleaded, the words choked and garbled. He barely heard the other two who had approached; everything was remote and extrasolar. He couldn't even hear his own voice, and he wasn't sure if he just hadn't spoken or he was deaf to anything but his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Please." He whimpered, tears stinging the fresh wounds on his face. "It hurts."


    Was this what his mother was sheltering him from? Was there some disease embedded in his DNA that caused this? Could he have prevented the oncoming wrath of agony if she hadn't disappeared and left him on his own? Or maybe she left him because she knew this was inevitable. She knew that this would happen, whatever it was. He groaned, rolling over on his side and seizing in pain.


    What in God's name was happening to him?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]As his friend pleaded for help, Chervil felt his throat tighten, gripped by the worry that split his insides, and churned his thoughts into a tangled bed of concerned thoughts. "It's alright, Eph. It's going to be alright. Help will be here soon." He'd promise him, aureate orbs shifting briefly towards his daughter, whom seemed to be calling for medics whilst he attempted to console his friend. His gaze would then return to Eph, feeling his heart tighten and scream in the pressuring urgency that coiled around it. "Just breathe, alright? You'll be fine, Eph, I promise." He'd be fine.. He'd be fine.. He'd have to be. The claw marks could be healed, most certainly.. But, Cherviltea's thoughts would shift towards what had drive the other to his current state, in the first place, and whether they'd be able to do anything about it.


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    [justify]The metallic scent of blood hit the black bear's nostrils. Eyes widening in shock, Lusa hurried over to the scene. Her eyes locked onto the prone form of Ephemeris, his head graced with cuts. His paws were bloody.
    "What's going on?" Lusa would ask, a frantic tone lacing her voice. "They need a medic." Lusa breathed quietly. What was going on? Why had he suddenly clawed himself? He seemed in such pain...
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: double 5px white; width: 470px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]Josh's eyes widen when he's suddenly hit with the stench of fresh blood; something is wrong. Fur bristling, he races to the scene, only to stop dead in his tracks when he sees Eph on the ground, writhing in pain. Sh*t. He feels panic bubbling in his throat, but manages to force it back, concern overriding fear. He nervously eyes the scratches on Eph's face and grimaces, thinking of his own facial scars; hopefully Eph's scratches wouldn't do the same. Shaking his head, he pads slightly closer, crouching beside his struggling clanmate. "Eph? Help should be here any second now. Just. Just hold on, okay? You can do this."[/fancypost]


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