CAUSE I'M SO FUCKING SCARED [x] open, suicide attempt

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    ( ooc ) THIS IS SHITTY BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT. tw for self harm and suicide (attempt). feel free to powerplay healing. he's not dead yet, but close


    Spectral was... dead.


    He was gone. Just like that, he took his own life.


    Wren blinked hollow eyes, staring at the wall. He was only there physically. His mind was, I don't know where. His lips moved, however nothing could be heard. Claws dug into the ground beneath them, scratching into the floorboards. They lost their world, their everything. First Marianne, then him...


    Something had to be done. Something needed to give. Wren peeled himself from the floor, pacing around his tiny room, glancing at the door. He contemplated closing it, but decided otherwise. Let them see what he had come to.


    They dragged claws up their arm, feeling warm blue blood spurt from the open wound. Without skipping a beat, he mutilated his other arm. He fell to the floor in a heap, his lifeblood spewing from his gashes. He closed his eyes. Yes, this would be good. This is what he wanted.


    Wren began drifting off into space -- heaven, hell, whatever -- when he saw her. Her face, clear as day, in front of him. Marianne.


    "Wren, you can't... Wren, you have to find me. Please, don't leave me again...!" Her voice faded off. He forced his eyes back open, struggling to stay awake. She was... alive? Or, no, was this some sort of hallucination he had because he was dying? This felt so real, so genuine. It had to be a prophecy.


    "Mari..." He croaked.


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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]The scent of blood was what made Germanicus stiffen and turn in the direction of where he thought the smell was coming from. He knew that it was a bad smell, it shouldn't be there. If the smell of blood was present, it meant that something was horribly wrong. The black smoke carefully followed the scent, stepping hesitantly into the door. His eyes widened when he saw a silver tabby laying on the ground, blood dripping from his body. The scent made Germanicus's legs shake, and he had to dig his claws into the boards for a grip on reality. This is very bad. German leaned forward when he thought he heard Wren say something, but he couldn't figure out what. The Angora kitten paced around, tail twitching as he tried to think this through. What should he do? This cat was still alive, he needed help, he needed ... Kamari! Yes, that was the new healer. "Y-you wi-will be ... s-safe soon." He tried to whisper in Wren's ear before leaping away and running outside, crying out in a loud voice, "Help! Someone hurt!"

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    tags — updated 28 january

    Usually when the scent of blood lingered in the air followed by a cry for help, it meant that someone was hurt. The little tabby raced over as quickly as she could, eyes widening as she noticed that Wren had inflicted pain upon himself. His arms were torn up from his own claws, and he looked as if he was going insane. While Kamari was worried about his emotional and mental health at this point, she knew that her main focus for the moment was his injuries. "Don't worry, I'm here," she meowed softly as she passed Germanicus and headed to Wren's side, applying marigold poultice to his wounds before wrapping them tightly up in cobwebs.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Drawn to the scene by Germanicus' cry for help, Sweetophelia trotted over to join the trio, grimacing at the sight and stench of such blood loss. The BlizzardClan leader was grateful that Kamari had arrived so swiftly, standing back as she watched the Medic go to Wren's side. "Do you need anything else, Kamari?" Her pale lilac gaze flickered to Germancius, concerned for the young kitten who had discovered Wren first. Seeing such a gruesome sight couldn't be good for his emotional or mental health.
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    info — updated 1/25

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:1.5]#A9BCF5 for speaking
    Pushing herself slowly towards the scene, a part of her almost surprised that her clanmate was still alive; Ethereal was so used to everyone just... dying or leaving in some other manner. It was odd to see someone fighting it. The cinnamon painted coyote pup came to a halt to the side of Sweetophelia, her sapphire orbs locked on the rivers of blood oozing from the self-inflected wounds before tugging her gaze up towards the leader.


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    general:
    Etherealpup Dubois Wraith Gaudius Vaïnamoïnen Harbringer Xerses Bandini
    Etherealpup - Etherealincandescence| Ahsoka, Snips, Ethe | female
    coyote pup | 4 moons | born December 14th & aged 3 moons
    bisexual | currently single (as well as too young)
    child of Blizzardclan | combatant
    physical:
    • dark cinnamon coyote pup with splotches of white on her back paws, the tip of her right front paw and a tiny spot running down her muzzle
    • deep blue eyes
    • wears a silver chain necklace with an aquamarine stone pendant
    injuries:
    • none
    personality:
    impulsive | caring | stubborn | snippy | courageous
    desire for exploration | cares a great deal for everyone
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | easy mentally
    • will start fights | will attempt to subdue enemy to avoid killing them
    • Shii-Cho & Shien / Djem So based fighting styles | very low threat level
    • attack in #A9BCF5
    abilities:
    • currently has control over her enhanced hearing & sight