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the faint scent of the metallic liquid that pumped through the archangel's form had begun to permeate the air. the golden-eyed beast could be found striding through the territory in a relatively unconcerned manner despite his physical shortcomings and complications. some old, and some that were easily identifiable as being new. normally, such wounds would have healed. he had a new body. he had his powers. they should have faded. but this was not the male's usual felid form, he was back in his first and favored body of an alabaster timber wolf that continued to carry adlai's familiar scent. normally, he would have wiped his initial scent from this form but that wasn't the male's priority and he needed to make sure his clanmates could identify him. no matter the rather unbecoming scent of hell that clung to the archangel's oldest vessel.
once pure white fur had been temporarily stained a vivid scarlet from the blood that had poured out of new wounds and a darker, almost black crimson from older inquiries. the newest of them being the stab wound on the angel's stomach from which the most blood had come from -turning his belly completely red from the metallic fluids that had poured out. along the wolf's face ran down almost identical scratches that just barely missed the canine's right eye that leaked out the rest of the newest waves of blood that matted the male's once gorgeous coat. and that was only the newest of the warrior's injuries. on his stomach, a much older scar ran along the length of their belly, connecting with the stab wound under the rib cage. on his neck remained the scars of a panther-sized creature's bite before finally the male's wings would top off the injuries. grand, alabaster appendages were burnt in appearance along the male's primaries and secondaries. above the burnt and rumbling feathers showed signs of much darker, pure ebony feathers beginning to grow in as the delayed healing finally kicked in.
did it hurt? not really. the adrenaline the wolf's form had released was still pumping fiercely through the archangel's vessel. not to say he was out of it. adlai was fully aware of his surroundings and actions and his body had already begun to heal itself. however, his own prolonged stay in hell for the last mortal year or so, paired with his neglect of his once beloved form decelerated the process greatly -not to mention the demon who had been lucky enough to land a few hits had chosen their weapon wisely. after an experience like that, in a sense he was technically dead as his signature wolf look.
adlai was never suppose to return to stormclan as the wolf. that was for his own private outings. certain creatures were not suppose to catch wind of his own return and presence in stormclan just yet. however, the archangel saw it fit to give the healers and any apprentices a chance to practice on a live being without the consequences of killing them. he had other bodies, the lion he usually prowled about as proved as much. they were flesh wounds, aside from the singe-tipped manifestations of his wings, none of the wounds actually affected the male's abilities and movement.
striding calmly through the main part of the clan, adlai makes his way towards the part of the camp that had been sectioned off for their three medicine cats. "maple, moonbeam, and blaze heart? either of you want to practice healing a stab wound and a few scratches i had the misfortune of obtaining?" the male would inquire, offering no explanation as to how the inquires had been acquired.
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adlai ✝ notably fargo m.f. ✝ ageless ✝ stormclan/colouredclan (not a spy) ✝ archangel ✝ single ✝ demisexual panromantic
Physical
✝timber wolf (main)(current) ✝ 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
✝african lion ✝ physically six years ✝ dark brown mane ✝ few scars around muzzle & flanks
Mental
post-traumatic stress disorder
History
archangel ✝ joined sunclan under ashton ✝ made kit for fighting seafoam ✝ dated elizabeth ✝ dated seafoam ✝ possessed by adonis ✝ promoted noble(assistant deputy) of sunclan ✝ promoted deputy of sunclan ✝ tortured by permafrost ✝ tortured in hell for century (ten earth months) ✝ returned sunclan ✝ mentally unstable period before disappearing ✝ father of theo(shp) in sunclan ✝ moved to stormclan ✝ low-key dual alliance with colouredclan as fargo (unknown to both clans for plot reasons)
Powers
super senses combo (speed&strenght&elasticity) ✝ teleportation ✝ manipulation of sound&molecules&scent&memory&emotion ✝ manipulation immunity ✝ telepathy ✝ manipulation of eye color ✝ invisibility ✝ free powers ✝ venomous fangs ✝ elemental powers
Other
physically extreme hard ✝ mentally extreme hard ✝ pm for capture + maim + torture + kill ✝ open for all plotting ✝ attack in (color=#ad995a]#ad995a
