open, joining — THIS CAN'T BE THE CREDITS

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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 surrounding area 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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    BATTLE TAGS
    ♦ renegade b.h.
    ♦ solsticeclan.
    ♦ polaris.
    ♦ [abbr=Multiple Poss;; black leopard {main}, bombay cat, margay, arctic wolf {female} .]hover for powers[/abbr]
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    Gracious. Renegade was not expecting such a predicament. He knew herbs to an extent due to his life as an assassin in his younger years. "Hold on young miss. I'll help you." He needed to stop her bleeding at least for now. The rest of the treatments can come later on whem more help arrives. Quickly he gathered all the cobwebs he could find in the vicinity and raced back, applying slight pressure and hoping the bleeding would stop.
    "Someone help!"
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