[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:500px; margin-top:-10px;][justify][font=arial][size=8]✖ rup was having a very hard time, especially now that his anxiety was going wild. he could feel his breath beginning to shorten, and he immediately started wheezing. how long had he been traveling? how many days had it been? weeks? he wasn't really sure anymore. he honestly just wanted to be calm. he threw his paw into his small bag, and pulled out his inhaler. taking a big puff, he held his breath for a moment before exhaling. this was so hard. he always had to be worried about his issues... he wished he wasn't so weak. the male raised his tired eyes, sniffing the air a little. did he finally arrive at another group? he put a hand to his heart to check if he was back to normal, but he still hadn't recovered.
laugh and pretend / open, joining
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/rushed hh
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Asthma? Did this guy have asthma or was it another breathing problem? There were too many different issues that could require an inhaler for Worick to come to any suitable conclusions. Tipping his head briefly, the blonde serval stopped besides Taehyung, the necessary questions already having been asked.
// rushed af
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While Akane didn't know much about asthma it was fairly easy to see that something was going on with this stranger. The bobtailed female approached her Clanmates while her pink gaze looked over the newcomer, a concerned frown taking form before being replaced by a friendly smile. "Welcome to BlizzardClan! I hope this doesn't come across as rude but is everything okay?" Perhaps she was just coming to the wrong conclusion but it was better safe than sorry, right? Besides, if she was right maybe it was something they could help with! The half-ghoul was by no means a medic but if there was anything she could assist with she would certainly do her best.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Whoever this stranger was, he appeared to be having a difficult time doing something as simple as breathing. Alysanne couldn't fault him for that of course - there were many things beyond an animal's control and one's health ranked commonly on the list. Approaching after Akane, the Targaryen was frowning slightly as she looked over at the foreigner. "Would you like some water? Or anything else I could get you maybe?" the Trainee offered politely. She wasn't a medic, had no medical knowledge nor inclination, but Alysanne had thought that she should at least make an effort to be helpful.
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/ VELO
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"Just want to be sure, but does anyone here know how to do CPR?" He'd ask as he approached the group. He didn't want any accidents to happen- CPR was supposed to help with breathing, so that was obviously what you were supposed to do to someone that was having an asthma attack. Sal remembered once when he tried giving a mouth-to-mouth to someone else. Technically speaking, he wasn't certified to do any of that medical shit, so he was yelled at afterward. It wasn't very fun. "I mean, I could try that if you want me to. I have a bit of experience." It seemed like the stranger was having a bit of trouble breathing, so he just wanted to be sure that Rupturedlungs would be fine.
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[spoiler=info | updated 11/10/16]
[size=8]GENERAL:
▪ Saltcircles Xerses | Sal/Salt | Genderfluid | He/him and they/them
▪ Homoromantic | Homosexual
▪ Ageless | July 23rd, 2015 | Ages real-time
▪ Vice-leader of Blizzardclan | Salty af death godRELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Probably gay for Andysixx
▪ ½ Saltsixx
▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | Apprentice open
▪ Is afraid of making friends just to have them leave againIMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Does satanic rituals + other weird cult shit
▪ Had most of his memories taken away by his demon in a deal
▪ Is addicted to salt and doesn't remember whyPHYSICAL:
★ KITSUNE [main] | health: 100%
— A large black kitsune with five tails. It has no defined sex due to being the creation of a demon. The fur on its forelegs are minty-ish green, as well as the fur on its tail tips and part of its neck. It has dull eyes the same greenish color. When Sal's demon is active within the body, all green parts of its body glow red. This body doesn't really suit Sal very well. It's also missing a left foreleg.
— [i]major injuries: Had his left foreleg sliced off in a ritual (all posts currently retro)
— [i]minor injuries: nonePERSONALITY:
— protective, religious, confused, helpful, quiet, apathetic, snarky, violent, cunning, morbid, unstable, possessive
— literally the king of snark, likes flowers and pretty things, thinks that death will be like going to 'paradise', only slightly suicidal, is surprisingly good at art, engages in religious activities with questionable intentions, hates anything sweet, is low-key fucked up, just wants to protect everyonePOWERS:
★ elementals | discovered — mastered
★ molecule manipulation | discovered — mastered
★ telekinesis | discovered — mastered
★ super-speed | discovered — mastered
★ teleportation | discovered — mastered
★ super-senses | discovered — mastered
★ the sight | discovered — unmasteredINTERACTION:
▪ hard physically + mentally | extreme when his demon is active
▪ attacks impulsively- goes all-out | horrible with actual, physical, using-his-body attacks | a 'mage'
▪ attack in #7A7 or GREY
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]I was medically trained, to an extent, but my paws were so red stained at this point that I wasn't certain about helping out (healing wise) right now. "Don't die!" I would chirp, not unfriendly, bluntly, yet in a slightly singsong manner. It wasn't like I wanted him to die.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Rupturedlungs. It was an ominous name but fairly fitting considering his apparent health condition. "I'm Alysanne Targaryen," the tall Ragdoll cat introduced herself politely, nodding slightly as she spoke. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, Rupturedlungs." She frowned quietly at the mention of his seizures, but unfortunately she didn't know much about seizures beside what one theoretically should look like. Perhaps Mary, the clan's sole medic, might know more about his condition. "I'll be right back with your water," she smiled politely before ducking away to retrieve it.
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