[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]it was awfully cold, unnaturally so for a spring night. a cool breeze swept it's way through the territory. right now, she was terrified. "it's just the wind.. it'd just the wind.." the thought would run through her mind again and again, yet each time a branch above would creek the captain would wince and grit her teeth. it was a gentle breath of wind, but branches that clung to the rocky formations of biome six screamed otherwise. yes, this place was terrifying from the bottom.
a quiet groan seemed to echo across the clan's camp. for early evening, it was unusually quiet, so the femme's muffled sobs of pain were amplified; one could hear each sniffle and stumble quite clearly if they cared enough to listen.
curtaincall stumbled, paws dragging tiredly, unevenly along the ground that led to the main camp. the shortest route from where she'd fallen had been the hardest - broken ribs were joined by strained muscles from trying to drag her own sorry a.ss through the undergrowth. f.ck, whoever had said cats always landed on their feet was a damn liar - as she'd fallen her body had been slammed and scraped against tree branches and rocky outcrops and she'd had no time to even think about landing on her feet - hell, no time to think about being alive to know how she'd landed. had she had climbed any higher before slipping she was sure it would've made her fourth death.
a large gash along the right side of her head bled freely, dripping down into her eye that only produced tears to drive it out, but as the blood kept flowing curt kept crying. she couldn't remember how many times she'd stopped on her way back to camp to wipe at her face, but that only made her shoulders ache with a pain. she wasn't all that active, so stitches were entirely foreign to her, but she was sure this was what they felt like. sharp, piercing pains that stabbed at her heart and lungs.
even at night it was easy to see the crimson that coated her shoulders and back. it matted the fur around her neck and lower back, and though she was sure it had clotted awhile ago each movement left her with a stinging sensation that burned like literal hell, and even that was nothing compared to the headache she sported. she'd felt fine before the fall; lively and fresh. right now she could've just closed her eyes and slept, possibly forever. ah, she felt.. sick. vomiting sick. the blood and salt from her tears left her with an awful taste - her throat was parched but she refused to swallow. everything hurt.
at first, she was sure the tears had only been a reaction, but only minutes after she'd picked herself up had the sobbing started, wracking her body with each blubbery cry that left her throat. the dull pain that had been her initial headache had quickly turned into something biting, and her disorientation was only amplified by fear. almost two years old, and she was internally wailing for lucinda. eph would have made a healthy substitute, but she already knew her sister would more than likely be curled up in bed by now. f.ck. f.ck!
finally. ah.. she could probably drop where she was.. stay here.. sleep was calling for once, but for now she guessed sleep wasn't the greatest idea - until she could find greymatter, of course. she didn't like being a burden, but even curt knew she needed help. and so, once her gaze landed upon the dimly lit houses of colouredclan's camp curtaincall would let out another sob as she collapsed from exhaustion, head buried in her paws. the girl attempted to wipe away her tears. despite any excuse, she didn't want to appear a snotty, sobby excuse of a feline if and when someone arrived. that was, of course, to no avail as the thought only drew another blubbery, incoherent wail from her. damn, she was a mess. too tired to even form a proper sentence, the femme would attempt to send out a message telepathically to anyone who drew near. "h-help, medic. please.."
// i was gonna make a cool "happy thousandth post" thread but after about five freakouts on how bad anything sounded i settled for this piece of sh.t lolol
☾ curtaincall muzikant sixx - curt, cur
☾ cis femme
☾ demisexual biromantic - single
☾ sixteen months - 05.12.15 - ages real time
☾ lucinda xx volcanicstar - gen two
☾ colouredclan - captain - hp
☾ death toll: three
☾ cream cameo feline - main
☾ black feline - undiscovered
☾ winged seal feline - undiscovered
-- small, underweight cream feline with dull green eyes, short fur, white underbelly.
-- major injuries: none
-- minor injuries: minor bruising around throat
☾ cheery, humorous, teasing
☾ jealous, weary, nervous
☾ sarcastic, tries to care
☾ curt's reactions generally depend on who she's interacting with. she generally approaches others with a cheerful vibe, and she's genuinely a curious character with a fear of getting close to others, and so while she makes a good first impression struggles to maintain healthy relationships. is able to act motherly at times, is able to act like a baby at others.
☾ air elementals
☾ conjuration
☾ the sight
☾ shapeshifting
☾ teleportation
☾ voice manipulation
☾ physically troublesome - mentally easy
☾ literally just hit and run
☾ will not start fights - will end them though
☾ attack in #A399A1
☾ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
☾ active
☾ current faceclaim: ada vessalius
☾ past faceclaims: rei ayanami, kyoko kirigiri, tsumiki mikan, nanami chiaki, velouria, ayano tateyama