RUDOLPH — OPEN, SECRET SANTA

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 0px;][justify][color=#d1cdca][font=baskerville] IT'S the cough and not actually the call that North responds to. They have more than a few injured members around and while they don't know him, and they usually prefer that he leaves them be, he still prefers to check in. Just in case. They can dislike him for it if they want. Right now, it's Scott he finds, and he limps closer, a fresh splint on his leg. Scott looks terrible, but he's lost a leg. Expecting anything else would be too hopeful. He doesn't know how he lost the leg, but there are so many ways for that to happen in the clans, and underneath all the blood he had smelled like some other place.
"Sounds good with me." The serval smiles, and he doesn't mention Scott's health, or ask him if he's alright. North assumes he won't want to get fussed over.
There's one problem about this present exchange, and that's North not knowing what he wants. He doesn't need anything. He slides one of the slips of paper to himself, and bites his cheek. What does he want? North will just settle for something easy, like candy. Once he's done writing, he sets it in front of Scott.

[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/07][justify][color=#d1cdca][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to South (Mariya)
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily
- Based off of Agent North Dakota from RvB

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very pale blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting, a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper, can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify]Jones enjoyed the holidays, it gave him plentiful excuses to eat, get thoughtful gifts, receive thoughtful gifts, and eat some more. Christmas also meant Christmas music, which was something that the Akita was definitely a fan of. He had been lounging around camp, watching his clanmates pass by him throughout the day. At Scott's call, the officer raised his head, tail wagging as he lifted himself up, trotting over towards the Doberman, seeing that North was already there. Scott didn't look as tip-top as he usually did, which was understandable given his circumstances, and Jones wanted to ask how he was holding up, but decided to do so at a more appropriate time. He took a seat next to North, giving a nod of greeting towards the duo before snatching up a piece of paper, though a frown quickly followed. Where are all the damn pencils? Jones silently grumbled, glancing around for the utensils. North had seemed to find one just fine, so he decided to use the one that the purple serval had used, writing the required information on the small sheet of paper before setting it back down in front of Scott. "You'll never guess what I asked for," he said suddenly, his tone filled with sarcasm as a grin spread across his face. He'd already asked Dante for the same thing, so if his Secret Santa and Dante came through, he'd be a pretty happy officer. "You gonna participate?" He asked, turning to the Doberman. If not, then Jones would probably pester him about what he wanted for Christmas until Scott decided to tell him. They were friends, after all, and what kind of friend would Jones be if he got Scott and a dumb gift?

Name: jones
Gift Wanted: vat 69 :~)

PM to Main or Sub?: sub

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth: 500px][justify]Like Jones, Lorraine enjoyed the holidays as well- they offered a chance for people to come together and have a distraction from the struggles of daily life. It was a temporary relief, of course, but any sort of break was a good one in the mind of the French female. In fact, Lorraine was looking forward to spending Christmas with new friends. She still needed to figure out what to get them, too- she better get that done fast. Lorraine had been milling around nearby when she heard Scott's proposition and came forward, grabbing a piece of paper, a writing utensil, and settling down next to Jones. "Avert your eyes," she instructed, albeit jokingly- what was the worst thing someone like Lorraine could ask for? To be honest, she was tempted to request a box of cigarettes and some matches, but refrained... she did her best to smoke in private and didn't want to compromise that by asking for them. Instead, she came up with a second choice.

Name: Lorraine
Gift Wanted: acrylic paints and/or a journal

PM to Main or Sub?: Sub

"Ooh," Moth said audibly, although it was only meant to be a thing in her head. She approached the group, scruffily writing her name down on a piece of paper. She loved secret Santa.

Name: Mothnose
Gift Wanted:a hug some chocolate or sommat

PM to Main or Sub?: this is my main soooo

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: silver]Yuuma realized he never quite spent the holidays with his clan. Despite being born in the clan and having remained for years, he's come to realize he never quite spent the holiday with the clan. By this time of the year, he would've left like he had all those years back when Lancelot, Icedtea, Nightinggale, and Adelaide were reigning over the clan. He disappeared for a while... So, this really was his first Christmas with DarkClan, as awkward as it sounded. Frowning faintly at the thought, the serval would bring himself over at Montgomery's call, ears twisting forward. An Secret Santa event? Hm.

Looking about at those who had already gathered to put their names in, Yuuma too took a piece of paper and conjured a pen to write. He refused the urge to write it all down in Kanji characters, since nobody here other than his own girlfriend and a couple others would understand what he was writing, and neatly scribbled down his name and what he wanted. Shouldn't be too hard, right? After writing down what he wanted, he pushed the paper towards Scott with a grunt.

Name: Yuuma
Gift Wanted: Desktop dartboard

PM to Main or Sub?: Subaccount, please!

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Bigby wasn't really one for holidays. He was a serious and straight to business kind of guy and this wasn't business. He didn't really have much time celebrate the likes of Santa Clause or some Jesus bullsh*t, the only reason why he padded over was because he was curious what everyone else wanted and because that Scott seemed... Odd. He reluctantly took a piece of paper and shot up a concerned glance towards the shorter male. He looked sickly, weak and frail. The lieutenant shouldn't have even been out doing some dumb Santa sh*t. With a tisk, Bigby started writing something down. "Scotty, you don't look too good." He commented as he wrote. "Why the hell are you doing this Santa crap like that?"
Bigby then pushed a folded piece of paper over to the lieutenant.

Name: Bigby Wolf
Gift Wanted: a will to live Jack Daniel's

PM to Main or Sub?: Sub!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][color=#969696]The concept of this was interesting, wasn't it? I would saunter over, hesitant to apply, but doing it anyway.

Name:
Trey
Gift Wanted:
A blade of some sort

PM to Main or Sub?:
sub

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]/ i am so tired, just got back home... so ignore the awful quality pls

He enjoyed the holidays, like most everyone did — yet, a part of him felt as if it wasn't that time of year. The wolf felt stressed watching Scotty. Or, well, he always felt some type of strain — now it was just weighing on his shoulders more than normal. Seeing his own best-friend in the shape he was in wasn't giving him goddamn reassurance about anything. It did the opposite. When he found his way towards the group, the wolf was quiet. He didn't say a word about anything, and instead just watched. His tired honey eyes looked over the talking DarkClanners before resting on the pinscher. The medic was moving to sit at Scotty's side. Of course, he gave the canine enough space — but Benjamin was at his side if needed. It was as if he was pushing himself into the cold depths as some sort of life preserver for the lieutenant. The lanky wolf wanted to do more. He wanted to find another way to help him, but legs didn't just grow back. His paws were fumbling, relatively numb from the cold itself. Every so often, the surgeon general shook from the icy wind that pricked at his thin frame — but the younger DarkClanner couldn't find anything to say still. Instead, he just looked at the ground — the notes, then constantly towards Scotty. They were asking if he was okay, sending sympathetic glances in his direction. Benjamin was furrowing his brows, ducking his head and scribbling the entire 'Secret Santa' thing down. The male hadn't even payed much attention to what he'd even said on the crinkling sheet until afterwards. There was some regret looking at his words, but he'd been forced to go a while without a stick in his mouth... and, it was something he really wanted. Needed? Especially now. Cigarettes, if anything, were some sort of crutch to him — a crutch he didn't even want to try and give up. His thoughts were elsewhere as the lupine was pushing himself back up into a more comfortable sitting position, finally looking to those who were there. Familiar faces. Benjamin tried to pass them some sort of weak smile, or maybe an encouraging nod. He still looked on-edge though, as if there was something he wanted to say but not a sound was able to come from his parted jaws.

Name: Benjamin
Gift Wanted: Cigarette pack and/or a lighter

PM to Main or Sub?: Sub

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IT'S disheartening, seeing Scott like this, forcing a smile when it's obvious he's in pain, and hosting this when he should be resting. He knows, though, that people don't like to be controlled by their hurts. He knew a man who lost sight in one of his eyes but immediately came with them all on a job even if his chance of getting out was reduced. He made it, luckily. North doesn't think this is far off from that in terms of wanting autonomy after a severe injury. The serval returns the smile and remains quiet while the others speak, Jones making a joke, and then Koda asking the forbidden question. It's not wrong to ask it but the reaction is rarely a good one, and sure enough, Scott's reply isn't too thrilled. Worried blue eyes follow the Doberman, but he doesn't say anything.
The others begin filing in, Lorraine and Yuuma, Bigby and Dante, Trey and Ben. It's a good turnout, and they're writing their things down when it's Bigby who says another forbidden phrase. North's not the aggrieved party but he guesses he thought they did this already. Maybe not if they're saying what they are, or it's just that North is naturally careful where he steps when he's talking to someone. He's glad Ben is here. He hopes it doesn't happen, but if anything does he's here.
North winces internally when Scott freezes, his eyes wide. He breaks off what he'd been saying to Bigby, and it's like he's stuck there. The serval knows panic when he sees it, but the response is different depending on the person. "Scott?" He glances at Ben, looking for help, though he limps toward Scott anyway. "Scott, can you hear me? You're going to be okay. I need you to breathe for me, alright?" He doesn't know if Scott can hear him, but he won't touch him yet. What they need is something cool. "Just like this. In through the nose," he inhales louder than he normally would,"one, two, now out through your mouth." He exhales, and that's louder too. "In through the nose, one two, out through the mouth, one two."
North hopes to whoever's up there that this helps, even if it's just a little.
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 12/07][justify][color=#605d65][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Kostya (Konstantin) | Goes by North
- 3 ½ years old
- Member of DarkClan
- Ex Mercenary
- Twin brother to South (Mariya)
- Bisexual, doesn't get attached easily
- Based off of Agent North Dakota from RvB

PHYSICAL:
- Dark violet serval (dyed, not natural)
- Very pale blue eyes
- Mostly hidden knotted scar at base of neck
- Small "South" branded into the inner forelimb of his right leg
INJURIES
- Broken right leg, deep neck bite wound

PERSONALITY:
- Tolerant, accepting, a team-player
- Either a listener or a talker, depending on company's needs
- Friendly though sometimes awkward
- Passive-aggressive temper, can carry grudges for a while
- Very calm and cool-headed
- Tends to act like an older brother

BATTLE:
- Attack in [color=violet]bold violet
- Difficulty varies
- Cautious fighter but not unskilled

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