TIME ONLY KNOWS [ open; return + smol breakdown + injuries ]

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    Where had Gary been all these weeks and months? That was a very good question considering that it had been a long absence, he had taken the time to slip away when Ash hadn't noticed only to try and search for any survivors from home or anywhere from their former universe. He had gotten horribly frustrated pausing somewhere near water as he felt his green eyes starting to bloom with tears, there was nowhere around so might as well cry his eyes out where Ash wouldn't see him doing such a thing. "God dammit, Gary. . .Pull it together. . ." He began wiping the salty tears from his eyes biting his lower lip glancing over to the small lake that he had found, he stared at his reflection flicking his long ears back. "Gramps. . .Fvck, why couldn't it be me instead? You had a whole lot ahead of you. . .I was just some snob nosed brat. . ." He gritted his teeth digging his claws into the soil underneath wanting to scream "Why did it have to be Gary? I admired you, Gramps. . .I wanted to be like you. I wanted to uphold your legacy as professor. . .But now, you're gone. . .There is. . .No. . .More. . ." He paced back and forth only to hear something move in the lake, he found a small frown on his maw.


    "Why are you crying like a little b*tch? Ranting about who knows what,"


    The voice was grouchy and Gary caught sight of someone who appeared like a servalline but had these weird mutations, he swallowed feeling his throat growing dry catching the sight of sharp teeth in the mouth of this unknown being but instead of just saying anything just yet. Gary wiped the tears from his eyes and muttered "Y'know calling people things like that won't get you anywhere. . ." The hybrid serval would crawl onto the banks being followed by a shark tail, he blinked both slate blue eyes at the coffee brown serval in front of him simply giving a roll of his shoulders stating with no emotion in his voice "Hey, does it look like I give any fvcks, Princess? I was just asking, my way of asking that is. . .So, I suggest you get used to it. . ." Gary frowned at this shark-like serval deciding that he wouldn't bother the other and started walking away in the direction that was probably Blizzardclan. The shark-like servalline didn't even say a word and simply returned to the lake without a word.


    Gary had some trouble during the journey.


    He blinked exhaustion out of his eyes as he glanced at the staircase that he remembered racing up with Ash, he found a frown on his maw knowing that he wouldn't be racing up there any time soon. He had lost a leg, who knows what happened to the limb; only Gary knew. Blood dripped from the wound that he covered up with bandages being smart enough to use marigold though he had a few scars on his body that bled freely. The coffee brown serval limped up the staircase taking a deep breath, he would arrive at the top. He was sure of it and he was determined to make it. Once he made it up to the top, he slumped to the ground horribly tired as he gulped air greedily. Jesus. He coughed feeling a chuckle escape his maw as he spoke "Gary Oak. . .Rejoining. . ." He suddenly went unconscious.


    Truth be told but the only reason why he returned to this lousy place was because Ash was here. Ash and his little friends. The only place he felt like he belonged.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][justify][font=times new roman]The sound of the other serval was what has attracted Pierce. He was striding over to the sound of Gary's voice when he saw the unconscious body. Racing forward, he came to a screeching halt beside the other tom. "H-hello?" He mewed anxiously, gazing down Gary with wide eyes clouded with concern. He placed a gentle paw on Gary's side and gave a few soft shakes, murmuring all the while, "Gary? Are you all right?" He had heard the dark serval's uttering of their name from where he had been. The Head Paladin gave a few more gentle pushes on Gary's shoulder, feeling his chest flutter in panic.


    What was he supposed to do? Pierce felt like he was supposed to know, since he had been climbing up the ranks, was getting older, and had been in Blizzardclan for about a month now, but nothing came to him. With one paw still resting on Gary's shoulder, he got to his paws. "Is anyone there? I-I think we might need Mary!" Pierce felt like he was about ready to keel over himself. He looked around as his anxiety quickly began rising due to the lack of someone coming to help. He could feel tears of confusion stinging his eyes, threatening to spill. He was only six months old, after all.


    [spoiler][font=times new roman][size=16pt]GENERAL[/size]


    ||Pierce
    ||Male
    ||Serval
    ||Homosexual/Homoromantic
    ||Six months
    ||Head Paladin
    ||Single
    ||Usually ages every 75th post, this can vary.


    [size=16pt]PHYSICAL[/size]


    ||Injuries : None
    ||Health : 100%
    ||Typically colored serval with large amber eyes. He has a creamy white chest leading down to a white stomach and a couple white highlights on his legs. Also rather tall and muscular with long legs.



    [size=16pt]PERSONALITY[/size]


    ||Reserved
    ||Intelligent
    ||Independent
    ||Protective
    ||Bizarre
    ||Curious
    ||Untrusting
    ||Observant
    ||Impulsive
    ||Unstable - Developing
    ||Clingy
    ||Awkward


    [size=16pt]INTERACTION[/size]


    ||Medium physically
    ||Hard mentally
    ||Attack in #CD853F
    ||No maim or kill
    ||Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions


    [size=16pt]RELATIONSHIPS[/size]


    ||Single
    ||Two friends
    ||One possible friend
    ||Crushing on Riddlersgame

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    tracking because i cant find a good way to fit ash in atm :^)
    sorry



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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Don't worry, Tama has contacted her." The servaline would assure Pierce, skidding to an abrupt halt, after having attempted to reach her adoptive sister through the mental-nexus they happened to share. She'd pause, gathering her hitched breath and eventually opting to conjure several sheets of fabric, whilst attempting to tie them down on the other's wounds, to apply further pressure and hopefully mitigate more of the bleeding. It seemed as if Gary had attempted to dress some of his own wounds, too, but it had concluded.. somewhat unsuccessfully, considering the situation. They had managed to come all this way, however, and that was certainly harrowing.