OH LET THEM RAIN | open + return from the cartel capture

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    I WALK THE LINE


    It had been a week. A whole seven days that he'd spent in the Cartel, also being rescued by a few members.


    He stumbled along, huge rake marks stretched across his back, and his face was covered in gashes and marks. His fur was matted and slightly singed... overall, he felt like death.


    But he was home now, and that was all that mattered. As he reached the territory, his legs collapsed and the kelpie dog face planted into the ground.


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  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Oh, Barbara remembered this guy! He didn't look as good as usual. Was he the one that had been taken by one of their enemies? What wsa their name... something like the Carnival, she thought. Bounding over, the femme side-stepped around a gash in the ground and glanced over Torchwood for an instand before meowing, "You need some help?" He didn't look too good.

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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    "Torch!" Laurel yelled out as he made his way over and attempted to barrel the other male over, despite being so small and practically weak. "I'm so sorry I wasn't able to help you.. I was so stupid." He muttered as he attempted to rub his muzzle against the other male's shoulder.


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  • [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]That guy Deathstroke was a joke and he snorted as he walked toward the scene. Shaking out his body the male would move around Laurel and Torchwood before he sat down tiredly. He huffed as he laid down and looked at Laurel who seemed very much attached to the guy. Well, he hoped he lived then. But he was more pissed off than not. "We need medics!" His voice was amplified with sound manipulation before he lifted a paw and rubbed his chin.


    @ASHBRINGER W. DARLING
    @Ululare Eternite



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    Ashbringer pushed her way foward, having come running with her medical satchel at theach deputy's call. She hadn't restocked in a while and probably needed to, but she had probably still had enough stuff to keep this poor bloke alive. Probably.


    "Get back, watch out," the snow leopard ordered to the few who seemed to crowd the other. She couldn't work with people breathing down her throat, but fortunately, aside from scarring, the Kelpie didn't look like he was going to die. Ew, but was that burnt fur? The smell was atrocious.


    "You got any burns?" The femme asked, grabbing a glob of dock and cobweb, followed by lamb's ear and marigold before quickly placing the mixture, save for the lamb's ear, in her mouth. God, she really needed more marigold, and the lot of it all tasted like barf. Aiming to cover some of the scrapes in her mix, the third tier would begin to tend the scratches, hoping to flush the wounds with water conjured from the air. Ash's tail quickly swept the unchecked plant to the dog's face. "I'm Ashbringer, I don't think we've met. But uh, eat that right there. It'll help your strength."


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    The first thing he heard was Barbara asking if he was ok. The canine remained silent - he normally would have retorted with a sarcastic remark saying that he was spiffing, but he had no energy left. It was when Laurel arrived that the male perked up somewhat. He returned the gesture, shaking his weak head slightly before letting it flop back down. "You tried... that's good enough..." he spluttered as Jackdaw arrived, calling for medics.


    Ashbringer came over pretty soon after, attempting to help the dog. "I... was singed... no burns..." he answered, staring up at the snow leopard. "Nice to meet you...." he awkwardly grinned.


    (c)trexgirl

  • [center][fancypost= width: 60%; height: auto; text-align: justify;]Ululare was infomred by Squirrel that Ashbringer was already at the scene, so he confidently brought over some water and dropped it in front of the injured creature. "Keep it up ashbringer." He said with a yawn, blue eyes looking at Jackdaw and Laurel, "Apologies mean nothing when your friend is bleeding out on the earth. And laying down doesn't do jack shit, Jackdaw. I know you have enough medical sense to stop the bleeding. Now who did this? Smells like the cartel to me. Prob should do some stupid ass shit about it, don't you thik? Or are we just going to let them walk all over us?"

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    I WAS NAMED SUGARPLUM



    He moved away from him, eyes wide and full of sorrow. "Get better, cuz. I swear if you don't, I'll make ya!" That wasn't much of a threat, was it? Laurel didn't have magical powers, so he couldn't do anything to help, honestly. He didn't know shit about herbs.


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    Torch growled angrily at Ululare, flinching as he approached. He didn't want Ululare treating these people like that - they'd tried to help. His growls grew the more than the male approached, and eventually shied away from both medics, crawling.


    (c)trexgirl