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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://images.8tracks.com/cove…m=jpg&fit=max&w=320&h=320); 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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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]a smatter of stars shine bright on this fateful night, chicagopaw moving through the forestry with prominent struggle. these new, stout legs of a child are unfamiliar to someone who's grown accustomed to being taller than others, and scaling branches with little effort. now, she finds herself clambering over thick roots that she once would have laughed at, little swears coming out in startled gasps or stutters whenever she loses her grip and crashes into scattered leaves that drop from above. in fact, chica is just getting over her latest tumble, a paw clutching her head as if a migraine has swelled, when a greeting hits the air, 'hello?' ears swerve up, perked, as they take in the voice of a stranger, undertones hinting at pain, at fear. instantly, she's alarmed, the child scampering across the landscape, toppling over tree roots, storming past leaves, and finally coming to a stop before the leapord. it makes her feel small instantly, and if not for what she sees, she would have wished to inhabit her lion body once again, "y — you're bleeding!" she states the obvious, looking as if she wants to cry like any child would at the sight of such a gruesome injury.
    [hr][spoiler=information | 11/12][size=8]RECENT EVENTS.
    ♥ now trapped in a feline body via shapeshifting
    • ( 11/12 )


    discovered shapeshifting, trapped in a chicken body
    • ( 11/3 )
    — "'no wonder you're so stubborn"


    GENERAL.
    ♥ chicagopaw fazbear xerxes| chi, chica | cisgender female [she/her]
    eleven months | 11/18/15 | scorpio
    pansexual, demiromantic | flirts | sleeps around
    • wary of commitment
    hostesscupcakes x nya
    the sanctuary, throne of war [HP]
    — "nobody ever made you dig deeper"


    FACTS.
    ♥ weaponsmith | ghost, uses ghostmode to solidify | owns a ouija board
    wants to cross over into the Afterlife™ | alcoholic; drinks when stressed
    sleeps around to forget | parties to forget, too | emotional wreck
    showing signs of PTSD | alcoholic; drinks when stressed
    scared to face the past, not looking forward to the future
    amnesiac, faint memories of fazbear entertainment
    — "no wonder you've got demons"


    PHYSICAL.
    ♥ DOMESTIC FELINE [current/main] | health: 100%
    pretty dark silver maine coon kitten, darker colors, like black, accent pelt, particularly her face. fur feels downy and soft to the touch. a dusting of pale freckles dot cheeks. somewhat plump, lithe figure. deep, grey-blue eyes. reeks heavily of cotton and orange cloves. [reference]
    - major injuries: none.
    - minor injuries: none.
    — "everything you ever did is coming back around"


    PERSONALITY.
    ♥ ESFP personality | the entertainer
    bitter, dependent, 'cocky', 'confident', sensitive, 'fierce', adventurous, scared, anxious
    conflicted, wistful, intense, caring, angry, 'chill', petty, hurting, masochistic, crafty, intelligent
    • low-key depressed, suicidal
    — "i can't help you if i'm weaker"


    INTERACTION.
    ♥ attack in #BEBEC9[b]
    no mentor
    physically medium | mentally medium
    aims to kill | will show mercy
    no capture/torture/maim/kill
    violent and nonviolent actions allowed
    — "you took the honey from the queen bee keeper"


    [b]POWERS.
    ♥ ghostmode ★★★★★
    the sight ★★★★★
    shapeshifting ☆☆☆☆☆
    character bond with onechance ★★★☆☆
    character bond with amnesiacub ☆☆☆☆☆
    • shapeshifting is sporadic and unpredictable, new body nearly every week
    — "no wonder you have demons"


    LINKS.
    ♥ thread hub (x)
    heart chart (x)
    biography (x)
    diary (x)
    • most links are wips
    — "everyone's got a choice this time around"

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    [b]» Tracking for now

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    Her features scrunched up in alarm at the look on the other's face, quickly reaching up and swiping the blood away, only smearing it across her face and staining it on her fur. She took in a shaky breath, one that chilled her throat and ribs, then spoke in a weak voice. "I-It's okay...don't cr-cry. I just need s-some, um, he-help," she clearly wasn't very skilled at comforting the nerves of others.


    The wounds throbbed painfully, bringing an uncomfortable expression to her face, but she managed to give a small smile. Drops of crimson ran down along her shoulder and fell down towards the grass.



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    THREEFOLD

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    [justify]Crap.. crap, crap, crap.. "Chica, you know about herbs, right?" His friend seemed nervous with the injuries, which was concerning to Three, who had hoped to rely on her for medical stuff. At least until Xeryus showed up more. Crap. "I'll get.. uh, cobwebs!"

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    "Heya, what's all the - oh ghee! You're hurt!" Praesto jumped a little, shocked by the injured girl.
    He watched Threefold as the other cat spoke, then just stood there, looking a little lost.
    "I don't know First Aid!"

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    [b]» no one really knew anything about medicine as far as Paige was aware. Right now all that she could do was stay calm and collected, which no one else really was too good at in this very moment. The lightly colored feline would approach with a small basket of rags, some which were damp. [b]"I can clean you up but that's about it," Paige would note as she reached out to touch the injured with a soft paw before grabbing a damp rag and attempting to wipe away the blood. Her stomach churned but she needed to, to the best of her ability, not vomit. [b]"what happened to you?" the feline would ask calmly, trying to create conversation as she worked. As she did so she would turn to chica for a split second to ask her of something. [b]"could you find me some painkillers? Poppy seeds or any human medicine will do as well, whatever you can find." they had to get the bleeding and pain under control in hopes of this stranger to make it though.