not going down this time | o; returner + injuries

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;]Where had she gone off to this time? Unlike her previous disappearances, Ally had been taken, and now she staggered towards the Boneclan border. She let out a gasp as she collapsed, her breath short and unsteady. Her pelt had been soaked with her own blood from a deep gash on her side which still remained. The savannah frantically searched around for herbs in a panic, but couldn't seem to find any. She was weak, and bleeding out. Not only that, but she smelled strongly of The Exiles. How long had she been held captive there for? It seemed like too many days to count. "Help, please!" She finally choked out, her heart aching to see her clanmates again, and for them to be able to comfort her and tell her that it was okay.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]The metallic tang of blood was reminiscent of the sharp smell of cold air, but different enough to be instantly recognisable to the wolf. She lifted her head, ears perking up slightly. A faint cry for help reached her. Brows furrowing slightly in concern, she quickened her pace, paws skimming across the crisp snow as she made her way towards the source of the cry. Her eyes rested on the serval, immediately noticing the deep gash in her side. It stained her fur and coloured the white snow around her a bold red. She didn't recognise Allyson, not in this body. She hadn't seen her old clanmate, the niece of her grandma, since the Insignia days, and she had been a tigress then. But the lingering scent of Boneclan on her pelt was enough to make Reyna want to help her. She bit her lip slightly. She didn't have any bandages on her, but there were bound to be some cobwebs in the pine forest. Could she afford to leave the feline while she went and fetched them, or should she wait to see if another clanmate found them? She decided to wait for as long as she thought that she could, gently putting her paws over the wound in the meantime. "What hurt you?" she asked.


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    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]"Have I seen you before?" Her memory was pretty fuzzed since her last regeneration, and so obviously the name of this femme had faded in that time. Surely she would find something in the archive that was slowly breaking itself apart every day.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Reyna blinked as her friend spoke up, curiosity increasing. Was the injured stranger an old Boneclanner, then? That would explain the scent that she carried. Then the wolf shook herself slightly. Questions could come later, couldn't Kait see that the serval was close to bleeding out? "Find some cobwebs, or conjure up some bandages for her," she instructed the other canine.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;]Allyson had been born in this savannah body, but before Reyna had come along she had ended up gaining a tiger one. For most of her life, she was a tiger, but it was only a few months back when she decided that she was simply more comfortable being in her birth body, even if she happened to be blind in it. When she heard the voices - two familiar ones - she managed to calm down, feeing relief flood over her. Wait... was that Reyna, and Kaitlyn? Their voices and scents, it was all too familiar to Ally. "It's me... Allyson..." she began, coughing a little before continuing on. "The Exiles... they took me." She tried her best to not break into tears, holding back the horrid memories of her traumatizing experience for now. "I just need some herbs, and I'll be able to heal this myself if neither of you know how." She had never healed one of her own wounds before, but how hard could it be?
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    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]"Allyson..."" She had been a snow leopard - according to her memory. That was yet to be confirmed. With a little spark, a roll of bandages appeared in her paw, and she passed it over to the injured femme. "I'm not really good with the whole uh...herby side of medical treatment. This should do."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]"Allyson," she echoed, eyes widening a fraction in surprise. She had heard about the other female's return to Boneclan, but she had left again before the wolf's own return, and had never expected to see her cousin again. She had assumed that she had left of her own accord, not something like this. Her stomach twisted with pity. She didn't want to think about what the Exiles could have done to her. "It's Reyna."


    Usually, she was calm in a crisis, but now she had a personal stake in the serval's well being. She was another piece of her past preserved, and she was family. Her heart rate increased slightly, paws becoming slightly jittery. "I know how, but there aren't any herbs around here," she said, calm tone fracturing a little, "we'll stop the bleeding, then worry about the rest when we get back to camp."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Reyna gave small nod, not yet realising that Allyson was blind in this body. She was too focused on the deep wound along her side to pay much attention to her clouded eyes. She took the bandages from Kaitlyn and began to wrap them around her stomach. Nosing her off the ground slightly to pull the bandages underneath her was slow and awkward, but she didn't want her to have to stand up. Any movement would likely make it bleed more. She finished, pulling the wrappings as tight as she could without making it difficult for her to bleed. "Can you walk yet?" she asked.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][size=8]"Yes, let's go," Reyna said, feeling herself begin to calm again, now the immediate danger of her bleeding out was over. It would be a hard walk through the snow for the serval, but she had made it this far already.


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