take my mind and take my pain | open, injury

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]His head broke the surface of the water as he gasped for air, the scruff of another clamped between his jaws. The water around him tore at his wounds, causing the water to turn crimson in color. The canine winced, body shivering from the cold water water as he used what strength he had left to drive himself towards the rocky bank of the river. Dragging the limp body of the other dog onto the bank, Hux finally released his grip on it, realizing they were dead. Growling to himself, the massive hound staggered a few steps away before collapsing, the air being squeezed out of his lungs. The dane's body was covered in bloody lacerations, puncture wounds, and jagged rips that had only begun to stop bleeding. Glancing back at the corpse once more, Hux began to drag himself away from the bank, quickly seeking shelter within the brush until he he regained his energy.


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    BENJAMIN O.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Irritation overcame him as he heard the voice, a low growling escaping his throat. He was in no position to defend himself, but if he was to die, he would die fighting. The massive hound watched the feline, stone-hard eyes locked onto Ben's figure, lips drawn back to reveal his fangs. "What do you want?" snarled Hux, voice low and stern.


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    BENJAMIN O.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]"Leader?" inquired Hux, a sudden laugh soon following. "Would you like me to bleed off 'your' lands?" A smirk found itself across the great dane's face before he suddenly expelled a cough, blood forcing its way out of his mouth. "My name is Armitage, captain of my pack's first platoon. That over their is Ruby, my deputy," the male continued, jerking his head towards the dead girl. "We were attacked and most of my platoon was killed. She drowned when we jumped over the waterfall and drifted down stream." His voice remained monotone, expression and eyes revealing almost no emotion whatsoever. "And what is your name, boy?"


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]He disliked the idea of being treated by strangers, but he was sure another platoon would be sent out in search of him. Angling his large ears forward, Hux emitted a hum. "A leader doesn't get worked up over silly things," he rumbled, words aimed at himself. Emitting a grunt of amusement, he shifted his weight, wincing in pain as he did so. "Heh." Hux snorted at the nickname. "You are no lord of mine, nor do I hold respect for you, so formalities are not needed. Your name belongs to that of a bird that lives within my territory, one who likes to chatter and think they are more than they are. It than an accurate description, Little Bird?"


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    Domestic cat; Medic Apprentice of Thunderclan


    The scent of blood alone was enough to draw Kristallpaw towards the river, but combined with the sound of hostile words? That was enough to have her hurrying, and so the tuxedo emerged from the snowy undergrowth to stand next to Ren, green gaze looking the injured stranger over quietly as she listened to him speak. "You do know if you'd, uh, quit the petty c-comments, w-we could help you." She stated, trying her best to sound braver than she was. This was a big dog, one that she knew could probably eat her in one bite, and he seemed angry, but that was no reason not to offer some form of help. After all, it sounded like he'd lost a lot in a short period of time, and he was clearly injured. She couldn't just turn a blind eye to that, much as she was tempted to with how rude he was acting to Ren.

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    Wings beating as the fae landed, her ears angled forwards to hear Ben call himself Kylo. She didn't remember him changing his name again. Looking at the stranger who was bleeding, the fae frowned and waddled towards them.
    "Where the hell did Kylo come from?" Sasha asked as she appeared. "Know when to pick your fights, Ben, he is not worth wasting time in a attempt to stick to formalities or anything of the sort. Kristall, go ahead and assess his injuries. Once hes patched up, we'll send him on his way with a guide to be sure he safely returns home unless he's screwed himself up to the point of needing to stay."

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    "Oh yeah, take some injured stranger as a prisoner after they were escaping a attack." Sasha said, making her sarcasm definite. "That's a great way to get on a strange clans side! Come on Ben, don't be so paranoid. Aggression and paranoia leads us nowhere."
    The pregnant fae rolled back to sit, looking at the stranger before letting out a yawn. It was almost her nap time, lugging these kids around in her stomach wore her out. Especially when she flew, but it was still the fastest way to get around.
    "Now let's get this over with, pregnant fae is hangry and tired." Sasha said, flicking her ear.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Hux paid little mind to the apprentice, ignoring them completely. Children had no say in this matter. "Your friend here is wiser than you," Hux barked, eyes resting back upon Ben. "She would make a fine platoon leader, where as you, Little Bird, would be nothing but a toy." Laughing once more, his wicked eyes wavered for a moment, his vision blurring in and out for a brief moment. Looking back to Sasha, his smirk only grew. "Taking a general hostage would not be in your best interest." He was growing tired.


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