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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]The canine was extremely tired. Her eyes were drooping, her head was constantly dropping, making her feel like one of those crazy rock people that would bang their heads to the music or whatever. As she half closed her eyes, Sweetheart felt herself scanning the scenery with her neon blue eyes, though it was a distant feeling.


    The fennec fox shook her head, feeling herself get even more sleepy than she already was with each movement. Her paws slipped out from under her, and she didn't try to stop it, feeling too tired to move them.


    A-aaaaanyone t-thhhere? Sweetheart's voice slurred, and her head drooped once more. Giving up on staying awake, the canine eventually drifted into sleep, unaware of anything happening around her.
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    Aaand she was asleep.




    It seemed Samuel arrived just a tad too late. The lab frowned quietly, leaning down and nudging the fox gently. "Hey. Wake up." She murmured. Her hallucination flickered behind her. "Sammy wammy has a soft side. Wonder what'll happen.." Flames rose around Sam, and the wolf that haunted him chuckled. Sam shook his head, trying to roll the hallucination off of her shoulders.




    But for good measure, she stood back straight again.




    [spoiler=tags, updated 11/13]general:
    samuel | sam, dislikes being called sammy
    intersex - identifies as genderfluid, uses he/him pronouns
    pansexual panromantic monoamarous | single
    riverclan | adviser [battle and defense] | npc x npc |
    mortal w/ vampiric tendancies {favors demon blood}




    physical:
    - {primary} black stag, amber-brown eyes, vines/flowers intertwine his antlers, half moon circle brand on left shoulder, eyepatch on right eye : ref // click
    - wears armor : click
    - {secondary} white wolf, extra fur tipped black, extra mane fur, feathers sprouting from it's neck {black}, large
    - {tertiary} average feline, black fur tipped russet/auburn, slightly colder blue eyes, collar around his neck that's a warm brown color
    - {fourth body} wolfdog / smoking green eye / wears a collar labeled 'winchester' / ref : click {loki the wolfdog}
    - {current/stuck in} golden lab shorthaired / female body / two eyed, green / wears a collar labeled 'winchester' / cutting scars on front legs / possibly pregnant :^)




    credit to wrennars to those images ^^




    physical injuries:
    - 16% health
    - Slowly healing
    - Lost his front right leg, snapped off at shoulder
    - Lost his right eye
    - Covered in bite/slash wounds
    - Large gouge down the left side of his neck
    - Slash and bite marks from a bird like maw




    mental injuries:
    -24%, weak
    -ptsd, anxiety, depression, hallucinations
    -is tormented by either lucifer or arthas




    personality:
    - angry {at everything and himself}, unpredictable, terrified of himself, full of grief, remorse, distracted, calm, quiet, strong {physically}, wrathful, cruel, and always puts on a fake happy face




    powers:
    - all powers
    - blood/tears are a light black
    - linked to caroline




    confrontation:
    - physically hard, nearly impossible mentally
    - attack in [color=#301B00]bold #301B00
    - can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions[/spoiler]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;][hr]I'M TETHERED TO YOUR BONES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]"Eh.." The ocelot paused, drawing to a halt by Samuel - whom he actually recognised from his own joining. His jade ocular would shift, briefly fixing on the stranger's dozing form, before a subconscious tip of his head would absentmindedly display a small expression of confusion. Perhaps, they were exhausted from some sort of strenuous journey?


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    Octoberkit blinked at the sleeping form. How had this fox gone from calling out to falling asleep so quickly? Glancing upward at Sam, Octoberkit blinked again and then questioned, "Is she okay?" Was she dead? Or injured? It seemed like a lot of cats were showing up injured, so perhaps that was just the case here too.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]A loud snort noise erupted from the fennec fox as she awoke, instantly embarrassed. How had she done such a thing? The canine smiled softly, glancing at the small, three person crowd.


    Aaaah, weelll, about tthhhhat. The slur in her voice made it obvious that she was tired, and the fox blinked slowly. Sorry. I came to find a place RiverClan, and I fell asleep. I've come a long way.


    //rushed
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]So she was... sleeping?


    Well, that was a first. Not once had Ivylee ever come across someone that she didn't know asleep on the border, so the Samoyed was as curious as ever, bouncing over to see what this was all about. To her pleasant surprise, it seemed that the fox had meant to come here specifically, so that was good, at least. "Yes, this is RiverClan!" The little leader chirped with a small bounce, tail wagging. "I'm Ivylee Xerses, the leader here! Why have you travelled all this way to find us?" She asked curiously, tilting her head as she waited for an answer, hoping that the fox was a new joiner.
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    "Well you found it!" Octoberkit declared, smiling at the fox. "Are you okay miss? You seem really tired. Are you hungry or thirsty? I can get you something from the freshkill pile!" he declared. He'd never seen somebody fall asleep so easily, so he was worried that she was sick. And part of him was worried that he'd catch the sickness from her.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Honestly, Sweetheart hadn't expected for RiverClan to live in a swamp, but everybody preferred different territory, she thought. Sweet expected to be able to swim like a frog by the time she was a month older, it didn't really bother her though -- she'd always wanted to learn how to swim.


    Her mind is put to ponder as Ivylee, the leader of RiverClan, asked her why she'd come to find this place. Well, she didn't really know. Mmmy name is Sweetheart Xerses, ssssorry I forgot to introduce myself. I came here because I thought it would be nice to live in a gggggroup. Tttthanks for accepting me! Every so often she slurred, of course, for the fennec fox still felt as if she would pass out any moment.


    Yyyyyyyyyyyes, food and water might make me more aaaaaawwwwwwwakkkkke. Sweet let herself lay on the ground, as her mind fought sleep. Actually, she'd really like sleep, but it was kinda rude to go to sleep in front of a group of concerned, new clanmates.
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    Octoberkit nodded his head and scurried back to camp. He shuffled through the freshkill pile until he found a plump frog. Probably not what the fox was expecting, but it was food none-the-less. He grasped it in his jaws and then padded back out. He scraped some moss off a tree and dipped it into a river. then he brought both the water and the frog over toward the fox. He gently placed them down at Sweetheart's paws. "There you go, ma'am!"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; font-family: arial; line-height:105%; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;]Oh, so she wanted to live here? That meant she was joining, huh? How exciting! Ivylee nearly jumped up and down at this, internally screaming with excitement, but only showed it through a happy smile. "Well, welcome aboard!" The small white fluff barked, eyes shining with excitement. It was always good to have such interesting new members join RiverClan. She couldn't help but giggle softly as Octoberkit fetched food and water for the fox, glad that the kit was making an extra effort to make new joiners feel welcomed into their home.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Frogs were a source of food? Sweet always knew RiverClan would be weird--well, take that back, Sweetheart didn't really know anything, did she? And anyway, maybe frogs would taste good, who knew.


    The fennec fox devoured the food as if there would be no tomorrow. Sweet smiled gratefully at the kit, glad to be a little more awake now. Ttthanks for the ffood! And ttttthank you for taking mmmmme in. She dipped her head to the leader, Ivylee, at least that's what she thought her name was.
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    Octoberkit nodded toward the fox, grateful that he could be of assistance. He didn't find it odd that they ate frogs and he didn't really realize that most other cats didn't actually eat frogs. He just knew them as a source of food and he didn't really mind the taste either. But he was not a picky eater - though he certainly wasn't fat either. "Glad to help!" he declared, smiling at her. "If you're still tired, I'm sure we can get you a nest set up," he commented.