you dont know me like that // o - development

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    //maru had a torture thread goin on before the switch and like. the site transferred and i lost the thread before anything really Happened so this is kinda just a substitute for what was gonna happen.


    He gasped, tearing his claws into the ground and staggering over the border. Maru came with the thick stench of enemies and fear soaking his torn hoodie and bloodied pelt. His heart clenched uneasily and shame painted the skin under his face's soft fuzz a soft pink as he recalled the events of his...altercation. How he had tried so hard to talk big, and look where that got me.

    The ocelot took a breath that left him in shaking spurts, leaning against the pockmarked trunk of a towering tree as he tried to calm himself. His body stung all over. A sense of calm overcame him once the shame receded. This is normal, right? This whole...everything. What he had gone through. Normal. Normal for this kind of path in life.


    I knew that going in. I knew that going in. Maru repeated to himself, still relying on the tree for support. I knew what would happen.


    He hadn't called for help. Didn't plan on it, either. I knew what would happen.

    //and that's about where i realized my writing for today was just gonna suck and i should keep it short lmao

    She had to admit, seeing a bloody and beaten Maru in the middle of this whole endless night thing was slightly disturbing. The lioness found herself bounding through the dark, looking down at the much smaller feline. "What happened to you?" Dystopia could pick up the scent of a foreign clan, so she knew there had to be some kind of trouble involved.

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent;border-width:0px;width:500px;line-height:95%;text-align:justify]Con trotted after his leader, his expression remaining stoic as he looked at Maru. The only hint of emotion he gave off was he irritated and confused flicking of his tail tip as he watched the scene unfold. He didn't bother asking if he was alright seeing as Dystopia had that covered and instead conjured a glass of water and some bandages just in case they were needed. Don't get him wrong, he didn't know Maru so it was impossible for the demon to care about him and right now, he only saw an injured creatur that needed aid. Not his aid, per se, but aid nonetheless. And he just happened to be around... and he supposed he just felt like being nice.

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    [size=8] JAMMAL
    jammal was the next to arrive, his movements sudden and quick, he bound into the scene, yet from afar he looked like one of them- one of the shadows. Yet as his form stopped short of the leader his paws were slow and careful, moving around her and confined alike to get a better look of his almost brother. maru. Rage engulfed him then, a unfamiliar clan caught his nose and he restrained the snarl the threatened to spill from him, instead he needed to focus, needed to help maru heal first. "Maru." Jammal's tone was calm, soothing, he offered the underside of his paw to Maru. "Would you like me to heal you?" He knew many had a pride streak and would refuse treatment- himself included, with whitedove MIA he stepped up as the medic for now. It wasn't official just... he cared, he cared a lot more than he should have.
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    [color=white]General:
    ? Jammal Adalgar | "Jam"
    ? Male | Bisexual | Polyamorous
    ? 16 moons | Ages realistically
    ? Concerned Jam™
    ? Master of warfare | Exiles loyalist
    ? Has hemophilia
    Physical:
    ? Black Panther [main] | Health: 100%
    ? A black panther with marbled black spots; these spots are only clear in the sunlight. Jammal is built for war, and as he matures he grows a very sturdy built. Meant to overpower his enemies with brute force rather than speed. He is fast, but very clumsy due to his short tail. Sprouting from his shoulder blades are large raven wings, that stretch out of a wingspan twice the length of him from nose to tail. Around the age of twelve Jammal started to develop feathers on his elbows to help with balance.
    ? Scarring: A large burn that covers his left collarbone, a short tail, and long scratch marks on the inside of both os forearms.
    ?Mutations: Black wings; Feathers on the edges of his joints on legs and base of tail.
    Personality:
    ? intp-f | neutral evil
    ? Vengeful | Malicious | Cynical
    ? Forever concerned for others | Thoughtful | Observant
    ? Suffers from mild PTSD

    "'S it matter?" Maru slurred, absently rubbing his cheek against the bark. It was a good texture. A nice texture. So was the dirt. The ocelot squinted at Dystopia through the dark. "What...What time is it?" It had turned dark real fast when he was on his way here, but he supposed it could be a matter of the season. In any case, Maru wasn't especially worried. There were other things to think about. He licked his lips.



    Watery brown eyes with pupils blown wide to cope with the darkness passed over Confinedpaw. They didn't know each other and Maru was in no mood to line the situation with the useless fluff of pleasantries so he merely took note that the other was there, existing and with bandages at the ready, before his ears twitched and his attention was drawn to Jammal. Maru lowered his head.



    "...If you can manage it." He decided in a hollow whisper. This whole fiasco had started as nothing more than a test of his own personal strength and if he were a creature of stronger conviction he would've shrugged the offer away but it really did hurt. Little by little, Maru promised himself.