I'M THE MONSTER, I'M THE VILLAIN | OPEN, INJURIES

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Small round paws moved carefully along the terrain, petite figure trotting silently across the landscape with a sense of purpose. On this day, she was heading to the cliffs to study and observe a particular species of bird that nested there during the spring. Imperia enjoyed to learn about the various plants and animal species that inhabited Blizzardclan's unusual floating islands, although it was nothing too scientific. Just casual observation and the occasional note or sketch scribbled in her adventure journal. She was almost to her desired destination when movement at the top of the cliff caught her attention. Huh? Was that..?

"Witchpaw!" she cried out, just in time to watch the younger male jump off the cliff and plummet to the bottom. Her heart dropped to her feet and she was paralyzed with shock for a heartbeat before coming to her senses and racing over to see if the boy was alright. "Why on earth did you do that?" she asked hysterically as she finally made it to his side, chest heaving from both panic and exertion. "Are you alright? Where are you hurt?"

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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 125%]Self harm. It was an incredibly tragic thing, and also what Lori may or may resort to later on in life, if she found no other ways to creatively release her heightened levels of stress. But that was not the current case-- she was more concerned with the fact that Witchpaw just jumped off a fuckin cliff. She saw Imperia rushing down to get to him, and Lorraine would follow, though not nearly as quickly- with her faulty heart, running because a very difficult task. The thought of falling like that put a sickening feeling in her stomach, and also brought a quote to mind: Boy once said that falling was similar to flying. Now, this memory chilled her. It wasn't. It really wasn't.

She reached Imperia's side eventually, her green gaze shifting over the young male with concern evident in her eyes. She didn't want to bombard him with questions, so once Imperia finished the basics, she'd ask only one: "Can you move, Witchpaw?" It would be a challenge to carry him up the face of the cliff again, so this was something they definitely needed to figure out.
[spoiler=ghost in the machine/4.22.17]
GENERAL INFO / PLOTTING THREAD
✩ Lorraine Jean-Pierre / Female [she, her]
✩ 13 moons / Ages Real-Time
✩ Blizzardclan / Member, Unofficial Medic
✩ Speaks French, English
RELATIONSHIPS
✩ Single / "It's complicated"
✩ Heteromantic & Demisexual
✩ [1] Potential Crush
APPEARANCE / Phys. Health [60%]
✩ Pretty pale beige coyote with green eyes
✩ Willowy build; thin and not particularly muscular
— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Heart Condition (Arrhythmia) ; Prone to fainting, heart failure
BEHAVIOR / Mental Health [85%]
✩ CALM / FRIENDLY : Lorraine is very mellow, politically correct, and has a very good temperament. She is not prone to anger.
✩ ARTICULATE / INTELLIGENT : Possesses an extensive knowledge of medicine, including herbs/drugs and anatomy. She is a pacifist, very well read, and loves to partake in intellectual or thought provoking conversations.
✩ CAUTIOUS / NERVOUS: Lori is constantly fidgeting. It's a nervous tick, as the femme constantly has some underlying amount of anxiety.
INTERACTION
✩ Easy physically / difficult mentaly
✩ Can powerplay peaceful / affectionate / helpful / healing actions.

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Blizzardclan's cliffs were normally not somewhere that Eggpaw would find interesting- not even the great heights fascinated him, since he had gotten used to living on a huge island floating above the ground. However, they provided a good view of everything, and being so high up almost made the boy feel like he was flying. He was at the bottom of the cliff now, ready to begin his trek up when he caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the top. A black cat, who apparently took the flying feeling a little too seriously, because it looked like they were trying to launch themself off the edge and plummet toward the bottom. As if it wasn't bad enough already, Eggie's breath caught in his throat as he realized who it was; Witchpaw! Still near the bottom of the cliff he rushed towards where the paladin had hit the ground, joining two other clanmates who had apparently seen his fall. Luckily, as he said, he could walk, but.. what did he mean by losing control? He didn't know the possession was still an issue, so it just didn't make sense. Dashing to the other's side, he looked as if he wanted ti hug Witchpaw, but due to the possibility of broken bones Eggie knew better. "Oh my gosh, you scared me- you look mostly okay, luckily. Where is most of the pain? Your chest?" If he broke a rib he might not be able to tell, but most other bones were easily disqualified from him standing up and walking around. Maybe he was just beat up from the fall. Giving him poppy seeds was probably a bad idea until they figured out the source of the pain, though.

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Seven hells. Had that been a poorly thought out attempt at suicide? Self-harm? Or had it been some freak accident? Dangerous careless? But perhaps now wasn't the time to interrogate Witchpaw. Approaching swiftly, the BlizzardClan leader hung back as the Medics crowded around him, not desiring to interrupt their work. After going through four apprentices before Witchpaw, she would really prefer to not lose another. "Can't you give him anything for the pain?" the Targaryen prompted, her emotions twisted at her apprentice's confession of great pain.
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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The thought of suicide always left a bitter taste in Helix's mouth. It reminded all too much of Ev, who he witnessed throwing herself of the island. It also made him think of how much of a mess he used to be, dabbling into stupid things like that, but that was easily pushed aside. The death of Ev? That wrecked him up in the long run. Seeing Witchpaw jump just stirred up all those memories, causing him to freeze in his tracks momentarily, struck with grief. Finally, his senses came back to him and he rushed over, as did many others that saw the incident. When he saw Wtichpaw was alive and more or less okay, he felt his muscles relax a bit. Still though, he didn't venture any further than a few feet away, not knowing anyone there good enough to fully approach. All he opted for was a soft, "I may not know you, but I'm glad you are okay."