open, joining — I LINGERED ON

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]It hurt. The pain searing through her head was awful, it felt like her head was being split open. Still, despite her limb's protests, she continued forward towards who knew where. She struggled with staggering steps, her vision growing hazy at the edges. A warm stream of blood flowed along the side of her face, uninhibited. She had to find someone. Even if they couldn't help her, she would be happy to die in someone's company than alone in the middle of nowhere.


    With her growing panic, she couldn't think clearly, unable to remember what had happened. Why was she even here? She asked herself questions she didn't yet have the answers to. Irin took in deep breaths, her mouth going dry and her throat sore. A glance up towards the sky, she spotted the glitter of stars, glaring at her from the dark sky. Then she stopped abruptly. The strong scents hit her nose, unfamiliar to her yet still hopeful. Perhaps she had found one of those things people called a 'clan.'


    She suddenly felt like turning around and dying in the middle of the secluded valley would be a better option. The thought of calling out to none in the middle of the night wasn't in the least bit appealing. She'd probably mess up, alienate herself from everyone from the moment she stumbled upon their border. She would say somethings stupid, maybe even come off as rude, her best attempts at being kind and generous towards others aside. Taking in a breath and puffing out her chest, she finally found it within herself to speak. "H-Hello? Any-anyone there...?" her voice was weak, a stutter intruding her speech, leaving her to only hope someone heard her.


    //injuries: a gash on the top of her head, a large scratch just at the side of her neck, other minor scrapes



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    [i]My grave will never be filled, it's either kill or be killed[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: beige; font-family: times new roman; min-height: 20px; width: 300pt; text-align: justify]He wasn't much for sleep. He wasn't an insomniac or anything like that, he did get enough rest to function properly, but it wasn't all that odd to see the male up taking a walk late at night, as he was now along the border when he heard a stuttering voice call out. He was always sort of sympathetic to people that stuttered, as for most of his life he'd had to deal with it to some degree due to using sound manipulation to create a voice for himself.


    Another thing Phantom wasn't much for was healing. He was a fighter, one that caused wounds and didn't care much for taking care of them. That wasn't to say he hadn't picked up some skills from when Jericho took a while to show up or whatever the case may be requiring him to act. Most recently he'd helped Chrissy until Shae arrived, but now sans a doctor, it seemed he was going to have to try and treat the injured mix himself.


    "I'm here." The wolf rumbled, crouching next to Irin and attempting to gently touch a paw to her forehead and take her pain and transfer it to himself, trying to assess the damage of her wounds. She was in pretty bad shape, but unless he royally f**ked up he was pretty confident that she'd live. "Hang in there, I'm going to take care of you." He needed Horizon to show up so he could send him to fetch supplies - Phantom didn't have anything on him to treat Irin.


    //Hey Hellbent! Welcome to the Foundation, if there's anything you need let me know, ok? c;
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Irin stiffened at the voice tearing at the eery night silence. She stared into the darkness laid out before her, but wasn't able to catch anything, eyes darting around in anticipation. Once the wolf had stepped into view, she lowered her head and avoided eye-contact. She wasn't sure of his intentions at first but didn't run, her paws rooted in fear, intimidated by his larger form.


    As he spoke again, she realized that he didn't come to hurt her further but to help her. She nodded, putting trust in him for now, lowering herself down and allowing him to examine her wounds.


    //thank you! i'll definitely come to you if i have any questions c:



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]And luckily for Phantom, Horizon did show up.


    But maybe not exactly at the time he was wishing for. In fact, the devil didn't really come over until he realized that he couldn't find Phantom in camp -- and coming over to where they were took just a bit, as well. Mostly because he wasn't in a hurry; he wasn't aware what was happening. Until he smelled blood, that is. Once the scent reached his nose, the devil started to quicken his pace, coming to a halt as he saw the scene. "Red God..." Horizon cursed under his breath, before speaking louder, to Phantom, "Need some help?" He wasn't the one for fighting, either, but healers couldn't do everything by themselves, right?[/justify][/fancypost]
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    GENERAL:
    horizon shifter-cipher | female to male transgender (he/him) | prince [deputy] of the foundation; ex-third tier of bloodclan [hp] | physically and mentally 3 years


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] tasmanian devil with fangs


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    • none


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    • no mental disabilities


    PERSONALITY:
    sassy, protective, smart, sarcastic, "drama king"


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    • single
    • biromantic, bisexual


    [color=black]CONFRONTATION:
    [color=red]•     physically easy [color=goldenrod]|     mentally medium
    [color=red]•     attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=black]OTHER:
    [color=red]•     all powers, venomous fangs
    [color=red]•     can read + write caesar cipher
    [color=red]•     voice reference

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: beige; font-family: times new roman; min-height: 20px; width: 300pt; text-align: justify]She was cooperating, letting him assess her injuries. That was something, at least? Though she'd acted like she was afraid, what with avoiding eye contact and bowing her head. Horizon appeared, and Phan's gaze slid towards him. "Yeah, get me bandages. And..." F**k, all that time spent with Jericho, with Momento Mori, with [i]Caleb     (his own mentor had been a Luci blessed healer for crying out loud), he had learned something, surely.


    "Marigold, dock and goldenrod." He could conjure the poppy seeds without too much trouble and draw water from the moisture in the air with his elementals to wash out the injuries. Which is exactly what he started to do, if Irin let him. He tried to be gentle, but he wouldn't let any dirt or anything remain in the wounds when it came time to bandage them.
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    info | updated 11/6/16

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Irin glanced up at the soft rustling from nearby, watching intently in case she would be in danger. She let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, relieved that they seemed to know each other. Surely he wouldn't try to hurt her, either. Dipping her head again, she let them do what they needed, bracing herself for the pain to come.


    She hissed through gritted teeth at the small sting that began as he cleaned the wound. Her claws retracted, digging into the dirt, but she made no move to try and retaliate. She tried to stay still so she wouldn't mess up his work.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]Bandages were easily conjured up, and Horizon did just that. But marigold and the others Phantom mentioned? Yeah, no, those had to be searched for. The devil tried to give Phantom the bandages before he dash off, trying to find the aforementioned herbs as quickly as possible.


    Marigold and goldenrod were surprisingly easy to find, just... really hard to tell apart. He had to smell them to figure out which and which, just to be sure. Dock was a bit harder to find, and he had to go deeper into the territory to do so. But he finally got some, and used telekinesis to carry them so they wouldn't crumble up or anything.
    "Here," Horizon gasped as he came back to where Phantom and the stranger were, gently placing the herbs down.    [/justify][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 11/10][justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
    GENERAL:
    horizon shifter-cipher | female to male transgender (he/him) | prince [deputy] of the foundation; ex-third tier of bloodclan [hp] | physically and mentally 3 years


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] tasmanian devil with fangs


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    • none


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    • no mental disabilities


    PERSONALITY:
    sassy, protective, smart, sarcastic, "drama king"


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    • single
    • biromantic, bisexual


    CONFRONTATION:
    [color=red]•     physically easy [color=goldenrod]|     mentally medium
    [color=red]•     attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=black]OTHER:
    [color=red]•     all powers, venomous fangs
    [color=red]•     can read + write caesar cipher
    [color=red]•     voice reference
    [color=red]•     tv tropes: characterization marches on, challenge seeker, dynamic character, everybody has standards, misery builds character, ooc is serious business, outside-context problem, work hard, play hard, round character, had to be sharp, humans are flawed, loser son of loser dad, (wip)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: beige; font-family: times new roman; min-height: 20px; width: 300pt; text-align: justify]"It's alright." Phantom said, trying to make his usually gruff and deadpan voice soothing. He used sound manipulation to speak, and while he didn't usually bother to try and control the tone, it wasn't like he couldn't. Taking the bandages and setting them aside for when they'd be needed, he tried to finish washing the wounds while Horizon was fetching the herbs.


    Once he returned with them, Phan chewed them into a poultice, trying to gently spread them on her wounds before bandaging them. He offered her a poppy seed, still trying to keep a paw on her so that he'd continue feeling her pain so she wouldn't, at least until she took the poppy seed. "Do you have a name? I'm Phantom and this is Horizon."
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    info | updated 11/6/16