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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://i64.tinypic.com/t9azqs.jpg); width: 195px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; margin-left: -3px][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 200px; padding: 2.5px; height: 295px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; margin-left: -3px; color: #000] A small black creature crept along the border, muffled cries making their way into existence as the creature fumbled and tripped over rocks and sticks that it didn't notice. It muttered as it crept along the land, working hard to stay hidden as it moved, obviously limping as it moved. The creature finally reached the border, freezing as the smells and scents of the group flooded into its nostrils.




    The creature had to come out of the shadows now, revealing that the creature was in fact a male, a very feminine male though.
    He seemed quite thin and worn down, numerous injuries scattered throughout his body with thin and clumped fur that didn't seem to give him any warmth if you were to guess by the way he was shivering. He looked fearful and tired, having to shake himself awake every few minutes as his eyelids began to droop. His mouth opened as if to speak and he hesitated, silently forming each word that he was going to speak.




    His voice was obviously a young one, although it did crack and shake as he spoke, sounding like he was getting closer and closer to the verge of tears with every word that he spoke. "[b]H-Hello? A-Any b-body.. I n-need h-help.. P-Please help me.

    "
    Tears started to drip down his muzzle as he finished speaking, his battered legs giving way from under him as he collapsed to the ground.
    "[size=6pt]B-Barrel, Trigger, B..Bullet, I n-need help this t..time[/size]"




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    [i]‘THINKING’

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    He wasn't Sparky the damn rescue dog. Regardless though, the ruddy red labrador moved forward to reach Safety Seraphim. He didn't say nothin' , ain't nothin' needed to be said in his opinion. The moment he tried to handle their injuries,they'd know he was here to help. He wasn't no medic, but as a former one he could be a placeholder until Greymatter or a field medic showed up.




    When country boy was digging through the bag he carried, (since he was an idiot who couldn't conjure.) he pulled out a few herbs and cleared his throat. He couldn't keep quiet forever, he had to say something. So of course, he spoke. “Lil' pardner, what happened t' you?” Those where the words he decided to say, trying his damnedest to keep his usually dark voice from sounding too grim or monotone. He failed at the latter. His poker face of course, hadn't shifted either. The light reflected off of the thick black frames of his shades, the shades that hid his gaze. While he worked he chewed on the inside of his cheek in concentration.




    “Who's ya' friends?” He decided to say while he cleaned, eyes focused on them while he dabbed their injuries with disinfectant. The industrial human sh!t he carried along, because he was a loser who couldn't let go of the past. He noticed they looked cold, but he couldn't magically fix everything. Because of this , country boy chose to keep his mouth shut and eyes focused on their injuries.




    He wasn't a medic, he wasn't good at savin' nobody...he was just' doing what he had to do until someone more qualified showed up.

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    Gideon loved Cassius, but at this point it seemed he was 'Sparky the damn rescue dog'. The feline followed up behind his comrade, silent yet observant. It seemed he didn't need to do much here, Cass had it. The questions, as well. He seemed to have gotten everything needed, so there was no real need for him to be here other than his curiosity. Therefore we waited for the questions to be answered.
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    info | updated 11/01/2016

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor= none; border: 0px solid red; height: auto; width: 495px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 9px;][fancypost bgcolor= none; border: 0px solid red; margin-left: -16px; margin-top: -6px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/p9yEZUx.png); height: 52px; width: 40px; float: left;][/fancypost]Athena wasn't one to help others, especially those she hardly knew. Why would she? For all she knew, her efforts could very well end up in vain. Plus, she wasn't that great when it came to certain skills. Cooking? She would rather just grab random berries and eat them. Hunting? She wasn't a carnivore, nor was she an omnivore. Healing? She would probably accidentally kill the person by feeding them something poisonous.


    Not to mention her rather evident dislike for children. Something about them managed to tick her off- from what she had seen, most of them appeared to be either annoyingly innocent, or annoyingly bratty. There wasn't anything between those two personalities, from what she knew. Children could be very clingy at times, too, which also annoyed her. She would rather be by herself, and not have six thousand little kids climbing all over her.


    However, she couldn't help but come over to the scene when she heard the call for help. The voice was higher pitched than an adult's, signaling that it was indeed a child. And yet, she came by to a halt beside Cassius, her attention flickering from the male to the little one. She had never seen either of them before, to be quite frank, and she wasn't sure how to respond to the situation.


    The child appeared to be another one of those annoyingly innocent ones, judging by its current condition. It looked ruffled up, as if it had lost an unfair fight. It also looked freezing cold. With a small blink of her eyes, the female looked over at Cassius. He knew what he was doing, at least. He appeared to be handing the situation perfectly well, so she chose not to do anything. Just watch. She looked back at Gideon, who appeared to have the same idea as her.


    (( ninja'd && welcome to colouredclan!! ))



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://i64.tinypic.com/t9azqs.jpg); width: 195px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; margin-left: -3px][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 200px; padding: 2.5px; height: 295px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; margin-left: -3px; color: #000] Safety cringed slightly as a large dog came up to him, reaching out and putting something on his injuries, something that burnt like h*ll.




    "[b]A-ah, sh*t!

    " Safety cringed, as the disinfectant seeped into the wounds. "I w-was in the L-Lonerlands f-for a while, looking f-for m-my brothers and I f-fell into t-the river. I c-crashed along and o-once I got out, I g-got a f|cking cold." That seemed to be the signal for him to sneeze, almost falling over at the intensity of it.




    "I h-have a bad immune s-system so I c-couldn't g-get better, the c-cold got worse and I h-have a sinus i-infection, an eye i-infection and a m-massive f-f|cking headache from it.." His voice didn't hold any different tones as he swore, it was pretty normal for him because of his brothers.




    "I t-think my b-brother is here, h-his name is Bullet, I think it's F-fright s-something now though." as he spoke, a cat and a weird mutated chicken thing came up and were now watching him. Safety shivered slightly and studied the chicken thing, focusing on it to tune out the throbbing of his head.




    He looked at the three animals that had gathered, hesitating for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "D-Do any of you k-know my b-brother? He h-has metal legs and I t-think he's an a-albino serval b-but he might not be.." The only reason that Safety was shivering was because he was extremely cold and wet and his fur didn't exactly offer him much protection or warmth. He really wanted to be home, huddled under the blankets with his brothers and mother but he knew that wasn't possible now that he was in this strange world, he just had to make do with what he had.




    [Thanks! Athena looks like a really cool character to roleplay.]




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    It was with great stubbornness and an aching, too hopeful, heart that he dragged himself over. His metal paws smacked against the ground in complete disregard to feeling (since he could not feel his front legs, they often scraped the ground much harder than he liked).


    Cassius was tending to a small dark-hued baby. A serval. His eyes were two-toned (like his best friend Lucien's). Yet, it was the horrible condition the newcomer was in and his loose fur, shivering body, and general weakness that made the connection in his mind.


    That and nobody called him "Bullet" anymore. That was a whole 'nother life ago.


    and Frightfur went full Bullet-mode and raced up to Cassius side, eyes darting and metal fangs biting at his lower lip. His eyes were as hard as stones and clearly spoke '[i]get the hell away from him, now—please and thank you.' But he said none of that and instead trembled. He had thought he had already lost his little brother for the second time.


    This was Safety. The one with the heart of gold and the feather-weight body. The one with the heart condition and the one they had all sworn to protect and keep far far away from the dangers of their gang even if their way of life poisoned him, too, and he was never always there to look after him because he screwed up and made unforgivable mistakes. Everyday was like a ticking time-bomb—a countdown, a race—to pray and hope and search for a cure to his frightening heart condition.


    "Nonono...Safety. It's Bullet Seraphim. Frightfur 'Bullet' Seraphim. I'm here," and he reached out with a monstrous metal paw to touch the side of the kid's face. Beacaue he had to be there for him now and he was so damn happy that he was smiling even when things looked bleak.


    But he was hopeful. The medics in Colouredclan were the best he knew and they'd find a cure or a way to make his little brother's life better. For now, Fright's green eyes just took in the form of his reincarnated Safety, the one who's saved his life way back then, and tried not to cry. Because, christ, he was cryer at times like these.


    /so rushed + all of the place!


    character tags/info — updated 10/25

    character tags/info — updated 10/25

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; background: url(http://i64.tinypic.com/t9azqs.jpg); width: 195px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; margin-left: -3px][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 200px; padding: 2.5px; height: 295px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; line-height: 100%; font-size: 8pt; margin-left: -3px; color: #000] Safety froze as he stared at the white serval that had come over, studying it for a moment, unsure if it was actually his brother until he saw the eyes, those beautiful bright green eyes that seemed to hold a permanent sparkle, no matter what he was doing.




    Safety blinked, struggling to keep from crying once more as his brother reached out to touch the side of his face. He sniffled, staring at those beautiful green eyes of his brothers for a moment before, going as quickly as he could, plowing into his brother's chest, tears starting to trip down his muzzle and soaking his brother's chest as he tried to get as close as possible and take in as much of his brother as he could, Safety hiccuped slightly as he burrowed his muzzle into his brother's chest.




    He didn't want to seem weak or clingy but he had been away from his brother for so long and Bullet seemed really happy that Safety was here so he pushed all the fears of the past aside for the moment and stayed pressed against his brother, his shivering slowly ceasing as Bullet's warmth slowly seeped into Safety's small body.




    "[b][size=7pt]I m-missed y-you so m-m-much.[/size]

    "




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    [align=center][size=9pt][b]“TALKING”

    [i]‘THINKING’

    (REFLECTING)






    Cassius was still tending to them, wrapping bandage around their torso to put pressure against some of the bigger injuries while they went on about some metalic serval with big metal paws. Couldn't say he knew anyone like that, or at least...no one came to mind. He remained relatively quiet while he worked, occasionally making a gruff humming noise so they at least could at least know they heard him. Eventually he stopped mending them up, looking up slowly after hearing clanking paws. In that moment he was met with an angry green gaze.




    He stared into it passively, unable to shift his gaze as if something about them demanded he stare at them. Then of course, slowly but surely he turned away, staring into the distance before standing up. He made no move to grab his bag, (He didn't think of it, he was now in a rush to get somewhere.) Quietly and without a word, (He didn't know what to say, so he settled on nothing.) Cassius backed away from the scene, mentally slapping himself because way-tah-go dumbass, there is the white serval with metal paws.




    Wow.




    He was actually disappointing in himself for not getting that one. There was just...a lot of different faces round here....His cherry gaze moved ahead. He stopped a few strides in from his retreat. "I'll let you two...reconnect then.” Cassius finally said, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he now tended to do when he was nervous. Then of course he began to pad away, thinking about his own family. His dead mother, who's death was arguably his fault...his now re-orphaned brother, and his older bro who was off who knows where with the family he probably at some point decided he loved more.







    ...
    He decided maybe it was best he didn't think about his family. His family ended with him, and he just so happened to be in a coma, and now...well, in a relationship with a guy. Sort of felt like he let everyone down there, but hey...he tried. He did. The name Thomas came to mind, but he brushed it away while he left the scene completely, mostly because he knew he'd do nothing but take away from the moment...and it wasn't like you usually wanted a third person hanging over your shoulder while you reunited with family.




    Cassius didn't have no family.
    He was alone. All alone, and in a way he felt envious.

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