Open your eyes // open
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He swore he had good intentions. Honest to the Devil he did. People needed to face their fears, one way or another. That's what drove the demon to break into Jacob's hut, leaving everything untouched except for the bandages. The wraps of gauze were stashed into a hollowed tree bough, high enough that Jacob couldn't try and climb to reach them. Pad knew fully well what the consequences would be if he was caught by Harrison, but he tried to ignore that factor for now. He had to focus on how he would execute his plan. His paws were wrapped tightly around a crude torch and a matchbook as he perched on a branch just above the quickest route from the hut to the medic's.
Right on time, Jacob was soon about to rush underneath him. With a rattling inhale of air, he struck a match and lit the torch, careful not to actually set the tree on fire. With the branch in between his jaws ablaze, the ghost sprung, landing just in front of the husky and outstretched his claws to tear away Jacob's blanket. Well, there was no turning back now.
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i've got sunshine
on a cloudy day - tags
Jacob saw the medic's hut and felt a wave of reliefs as he hurried over. However, his relief turned to terror when suddenly Pad was in front of him with a torch, waving fire at him. He froze in horror, trying to turn and run the other way as quickly as possible when suddenly he felt Pad tugging on his blanket. "N-No!" The little boy would cry, trying to hold onto his blanket as tightly as he could before it was pulled away and he was exposed. It could now be seen that most of he burns were entirely scarred over. Some of the burns on his side had gone away completely and the hair was starting to grow back but his leg and face were both completely scar tissue. He would stumble backwards, now trying to hide his face in his paws while also running away from the fire. Even though it was small, it felt like the smoke was suffocating him. He could hear the crackle of it and the heat from it on his skin felt like more than a warmth, it felt as though it were searing his flesh. It was all in his own mind but he was clearly terrified, both of showing his own charred skin and of the fire before him. "P-P-Put it out!" He would desperately scream, tears rolling down his face as he cowered away.
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//you wanna open the thread now? :3
In his opinion, Jacob was probably faking the fear for attention. He would of said something along the lines of "Get over it," but the burning branch clenched between his teeth prevented so. Pad twisted his head around to force the fire closer to the scarred husky, aiming to corner Jacob against the concrete wall of a vacant hut.
In his recklessness, the crackling embers had pounce to the next avaliable tinder- Jacob's blanket, lying abandoned in the dust. The ghost wasn't aware as the tiniest spire of smoke began to stretch towards the morning sky, eventually sprouting into another, uncontrolled fire. If Pad hadn't been so focused on keeping Jacob from hobbling away, he would of stopped this cruel act all together. But it was only downhill from there.
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i've got sunshine
on a cloudy day - tags
The tiny pup would stumble backwards, terror engulfing him as he looked towards Pad. Was he trying to kill him? Why wasn't he going away? Why did he want to see his scars? The child don't understand anything that was happening but he would continue to back up, his tail between his legs until he felt his back run into the hut behind him. At this point, he was sobbing uncontrollably as he looked towards the older male. "Stah-Stop!" He would cry the word over and over in desperation, his ears pressed against his head. Je noticed he flames growing behind Pad and his fear would only grow as he kept sobbing. "Put it out!" He screamed the words as loud as he was able to, pressing himself against the wall in an attempt to get as far away as he could.
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// retro to injuries
Jerseyboy had been curled up on his raggedy chair, the clutches of sleep nearly taking him under. He was about to doze off when a cry filled his ears. "N-No!" Was that Jacob? What was happening? "P-P-Put it out!" The tuxedo tom would've normally been pissed off for someone disturbing his sleep, but Jacob was his little brother. Something was wrong.
The tuxedo tom cracked open the door to his hut, peering outside. He cocked a brow, frowning and looking for Jacob. When Jerseyboy finally saw a cowering Jacob being cornered by a menacing Pad with a torch, everything seemed to freeze up. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Jerseyboy wanted Jacob to get over his fear of fire as well, but not like this. This was just brutal.
He didn't even notice the burning blanket. His fiery green gaze was deadset on Pad and he lunged forward, aiming to bowl the other tom over onto the ground. Jerseyboy clenched his jaw, black fur bristling aggressively. "What th' fuck do you think you're doin', eh?!" He would've tried to pin Pad down, but he didn't want to get too close to the fire. Jerseyboy just wanted to get Jacob away from him.
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Died alone singing a poor man's song
How could he fuck up so often? How could he let his son suffer so much?Hearing the scene going on the diseased stallion did not hesitate a single second to gallop over, lanky none thin limbs carrying him more slowly than usual, but still, the stallion came at a thunderous speed and as he saw that Jersey was handling the wicked likes of Pad, the gigantic brute force his attention on the little fire stomping over the fire to try and out it out before his attention finally turned onto Pad with a furious blaze in his sunken hollowed chocalate eyes, his ears were flattened hard against his cranium and his tail lashed behind his frame in furious rage.
"Who the fuck Do you think you are ya fuckin' Bastard!" The stallion would snap, charging over with his feet trsmolig heavily over the soul and his nostrils flaring with furious snorts as he shoved Jersey aside to keep him away from his attack on Pad that was a set of hooves flying into the male's face and body, attempting to strike him with a blunt force blow And after that he skidded into a halt, rearing back into his hind legs to stand up to a towering height, his forehead wavering before coming down to crash into the soul as he screamed.
"I'll fuckin' kill you!"
He didn't care if he was to be held accountable for his attempt at assault and death threat, there was no way this fucking Bastard was ever going to fuckig touch his son ever again
He was going to regret everything he didn't care if the embers burnt into hisflesh and singed his skin, he didn't care if it hurt. Pad was going to regret this all
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London limped out of the medic hut with new bandaging on her broken leg as she took in the scene. Her eyes widened as Pad tried to force Jacob over his fear with the flaming torch. Jacob's blanket fell off him and caught on fire, but the girl's attention didn't stay there for long as Harrison had stomped it out. She looked over at Jacob, who was trying to hide his burns, trying not to let her focus stray too much to Jersey and Harrison beating up Pad. The paladin trainee limped back into the medical den, grabbing bandages and gauze, anything that Jacob might need before limping over to the husky, careful to approach him from his left side, so that he wouldn't think she was trying to look at his injuries. She dropped the bandages next to him with a small smile. "I think I got the right stuff." she would say, attempting to keep her voice calm and natural. She would then look over at Harry, Jersey and Pad, hoping they wouldn't beat the ghost up too much. Even though Pad had done a horrible thing, he was still a clanmate. The albino wanted to jump between the one sided fighting, but she was afraid she couldn't really do much. Not with how angry the faces of those Jacob called family were. Besides, Pad did deserve a little bit of pain for what he'd done to Jacob.
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i've got sunshine
on a cloudy day - tags
Jacob would watch in horror the scene before him. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He didn't want to make Jersey and Harrison so angry that they became violent. That had never been his intention when he screamed out and he wasn't sure how to feel about both of them trying to beat Pad up. The child continued to sob, trying to hide his bad side as he did so. The smoke caught in his throat and his sobs turned to gasps of air. His entire body was shaking and and he as soon hyperventilating. Though Harry was putting out the fire, he couldn't seem to calm down. He couldn't shake the feeling he was back in his own burning home and that the flames were eating him alive, searing his flesh. Then he would hear London. He would cower from her, trying to cover up his right side as best as he could as he continued to sob. He knew he should say something, that he should thank her or scream at her to go away or both but he couldn't bring himself to do any of that. He would slowly remove his paws from his face, painfully aware that it would leave the worst of his scarring revealed, and quickly reached for the bandages she had brought him, still shaking and hyperventilating. He would do his best to unwrap the bandages quickly and tried to apply them but his paws and body as a whole were shaking so much that the child just dropped them. Only thinking of the fastest solution, he would then go back to covering up his right side as well as he could with his paws.
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He should of stopped while he was already behind. Now Jacob's family was at him. And despite the pup's innocent facade, his family was mean. This detail was practically rammed into Pad as Jersey tackled and slammed into his wiry body. The impact sent the torch flying out of Pad's jaws, although it continued to burn as it tumbled from his control. The two feline rolled over in the dust a couple times before Pad gave a few frantic kicks at the larger tom's belly to slither out from underneath him. But the Jerseyboy problem was solved when Harrison came to the rescue- for only Jacob. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
He knew what Harrison's wrath was, and any sane person would want to avoid it. Except, Pad wasn't entirely sane after years of social isloation. So the bite of Harrison's hooves was no surprise to the shapeshifter, but it hurt like hell. Fortunately, he wasn't caught off guard, otherwise his ribcage would of been cracked by the powerful blows once more, but unfortunately, he didn't exactly have a counter attack in mind.
He curled into a desperate ball, paws trying their best to protect his skull-although he was pretty sure Harrison had gotten a jab at his face already. A hoof came down hard on his hind leg, snapping it like a mere twig. He was too overwhelmed with Jersey's yelling and Harrison's death threats and Jacob's sobbing to transform into something to fight back, even with every inch of evil in his body shrieking to rip out their throats.
Harrison reared for the final blow. Pad's leg was already mangled, his side was bruised and battered from the stomping, and from under his paws, a forming black eye could be spotted, a fresh blue ring around his fiery optic. There was a pause in the punishment, an opportunity. Despite every atom Pad was made out of aching in pain, he swiftly rolled away, alough not getting very far, his twisted leg sticking out in a grotesque position as he scrambled to find an advantage.
The demon found a solid footing, crouching into a feral and defensive stance, fractured leg dangling limply in the air so he didn't have to put pressure on it. Pad gave a pained huff of air, bristling and trembling in front of the stallion. He couldn't find his voice, or his excuses, all reasoning now would be through battle.
The feline form of Pad soon grew into a much larger canine, pelt ragged and matted, and fangs bared and glinting. After circling around far enough to avoid Harrison's hooves with a terribke limp, the coyote made a rash decision- he mustered all the power he could to aim a spring onto Harrison's back. From there, he would be free from the threat of the powerful kicks and stomps, from there, he would have the upperhand. Pad barely acknowledged anyone else's presence, this was his chance for a rematch, and with all the adrenaline pumping through his dead veins, he was determined to go down with a bang.
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oops my fingers slipped
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There was screaming. There was crying. There were sounds of aggression. Jacob- Harrison- Jersey- what was going on? With the orange-yellow vial glowing fiercely against his chest, the dragon raced over to the scene. Pad was being mauled by Harrison. He didn't know what had happened. There was a torch on the ground, Jacob was crying, and Harrison and Jersey were furious. Pad was visibly injured. He couldn't quite explain why, but for the first time in a while, the dragon's hackles were raised.The beast stalked forward, his wings spreading from his body until they blotted out the light threateningly. Bringing his hands off the ground, he slammed them back down on the earth. "Stop!" he bellowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
Pierce did not get angry easily. In fact, he was a rather level-headed person - he tended to stand back and away from conflict. This, however, was not something he could ignore, even if many of his clanmates had already swarmed over to help. He had been relaxing off to the side of camp, laying in the sunshine as he tried to ignore the world around him, when he heard screams. Not just anyone's screams - Jacob's screams. They were tearful, petrified. What on earth? What was going on? Rolling to his paws, the first thing the serval noticed was the crowd and the smoke. The next thing his gaze settled on was the one responsible for the smoke - Pad.
Although he was furious with the demon, he didn't like how close Harrison's hooves were getting to important parts of his body - what if he accidentally killed him? Pad's actions certainly warranted punishment, but not death, nor did Pierce believe that violence would solve anything like this. Marching over next, the serval watched in horror as the fight continued - Harrison and Jerseboy both attacking Pad, while the feline attempted to fight back. It was sickening, what Pad had done, but the damage was done. Gaze flickering over to Jacob for a moment, Pierce's frown deepened. He was, however, grateful for Ska'arq to intervene, as he had been about to as well.
The question was, what was he supposed to do? He was not Sweetophelia - he couldn't hand out punishments, could he? But he couldn't just stand here, either. "Anyone want to explain to me what's going on?" he spoke finally, eyes narrowed. He could only hope that the fighting would pause so he could get a word in and figure out what exactly had happened, though he thought he had a pretty good idea.
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Jerseyboy snarled as he was knocked away by Harrison. He stumbled, watching with fierce eyes as he went for Pad's face. His ego was screaming that he could've handled the bastard himself, but right now he needed to check on his little brother. He turned around to face the little husky, looking a bit frazzled but calmed down. "Jacob," Jerseyboy addressed him as he curled into a ball. "You alright?" If Pad burned him again then he would wring the tom's neck.
He turned around as a slam vibrated into the ground. It was Ska'arq, and frankly, he didn't want to deal with his shit right now. Pierce had arrived too. Oh, great. The tuxedo let out a snapped, "That shithead was tryin' to hurt Jacob--" Jerseyboy was cut off as he heard the tussle between Harry and Pad growing much more violent. Was Harrison being serious about killing Pad?
The Paladin Commander clenched his jaw, staring as his two subordinates wrestled. Pad was in bad shape, his bones mangled and fur drenched in blood. Then, out of nowhere, Pad shifted into a body that was unknown to him and jumped onto Harrison. "Ey, knock it off, both a' yous!" Jerseyboy ordered, stepping forward. He couldn't directly interfere, though, seeing as he was fucking outsized by then both. Was it hypocritical for him to yell at them? Maybe. He wasn't happy with the ghost either, but it wasn't his intent to kill him in the first place, only to get him away from Jacob (and probably punch him). At this rate, a horse like Harrison could easily snap Pad's neck in half. Jerseyboy rarely fought to kill, so he didn't want this to continue. Pad already got what he deserved.
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Died alone singing a poor man's song
When a man such as Harrison was so fixed and so focused on something, it was hard to peel him away from his site of attention. His eyes were on Pad, and not in a good way. In his blurred fit of rage and violent protectiveness, he had barely acknowledged how much he truly harmed Pad, but he did not care, this man had threatened his son twice. Twice! There was no way Harry was ever, ever going to let this happen again, Pad was going to regret it all and if it took death to stop him from tormenting his son than Harrison would be the reaper delivering that fatal blow. As the shape of Pad shifted, Harrison instinctively jerked back, unsure of what to expect, this brief uncertainty made him incapable of countering the other creatures pounce so as intended, pad landed on his back and immediately Harrison started bucking like a madman, desperate to fling this guy off so he could really give him what's for.More voices came, more presences, that of Ska'arq, of Pierce, of a Jersey trying to break this battle. Did jersey even fucking understand? Did he understand Pad had harmed his son twice? Did he understand how much fire tormented the boy? Was he the one that witnessed the nightmares, the trauma, the flashbacks? No. Did he fucking understand? No. No he didn't, so who the fuck told him he could interfere in this.
As Pierce spoke and Jersey answered, Harry was quick to jerk his head around and correct what was said. "He's touched my son twice an' no one's doin' shit." The sharp-toned creature hissed out in his fit of bucking
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Jerseyboy twitched his tail in irritation. "You already snapped one a' his legs, numbnuts. You wanna get ya' ass thrown out?" If Harrison actually did end up killing Pad like he said, then he would definitely get exiled. Jersey paused for a moment. Well, having Harrison gone actually wouldn't be that bad. It would serve him right. The tuxedo tom straightened up, snorting, "You know what? Don't listen to me. Be my fuckin' guest." Yeah, see where that got him.
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aggressive ska'arq is a scary ska'arq
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Harrison was ignoring them. As the furious mustang began to buck around, Ska'arq's anger turned to horror. He was going to kill Pad. His face scrunched up in rage, lips peeling pack to expose sharp teeth. His eyes slitted. Wings folding to his side, the dragon's spiked tail began to lash from side to side as he stalked forward. The purple vial had become quiet, the red one flaring violently in its place, casting a fearsome light on his chest. Mustangs were a large breed of horse- but Ska'arq was bigger. Rearing onto his hindlegs, his wings moved downward, the claws pressing into the dirt as support. His arms snaked forward, furiously grabbing the man by the shoulders as he yanked him off his feet, attempting to tip him onto his side. "I said that's enough!" he snarled, shoving his face in Harrison's. The anger in his face melted away as he turned to Pad, but the vial's glow didn't cease. Reaching over, he gently plucked the canine off the ground, hobbling backwards before sitting on his rump. Almost cradling the injured ghost in his arms, the red light died out, replaced with the orange-yellow one. He nudged him with his snout. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.***
ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD -
FORGET WHAT YOU SEE; LEAVE IT TO ME —
Wildyonder smelled the fire before he heard the screams, but the two combined sent him into high alert. The silver feline jolted awake, scrambling to his paws and pricking his ears, concern etched into his features. He was outside of his den and halfway across the camp in a flash, stopping as the voices and scents grew closer and lingering just outside the fight's radius. The smell of smoke still choked out most of the other smells, but Wildyonder quickly put the pieces together--it must have been Jacob shrieking. The sound of thudding hooves was unmistakable--Harrison--and judging by Ska'arq's snarling, Pad was involved in the fight. And... was that Jerseyboy trying to stop the fight? Interesting. That one surprised him.
Wildyonder let out a low whistle, wisely deciding to not get involved. Pad was obviously in the wrong here, but there was no way Wildyonder was going to take anyone's side. Anyone here, save maybe Jacob, could kick his butt, and Wildyonder really didn't want to end up on the receiving end of anyone's claws... or hooves. So he remained silent, merely standing by and listening for the moment, drinking in the scene as his mind reeled to try and figure out something he could do. In the end, though, he was really more of the "spectating" type.
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wildyonder | male | 12 months | paladin | blizzardclanPHYSICAL
domestic feline | silver tabby w/ white | milky eyes | blindINTERACTION
no kill | no maim | ask for captureplayed by sapphy
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i've got sunshine
on a cloudy day - tags
Jacob heard Jersey and only sobbed louder, trying to cover his body and shaking uncontrollably as he curled up on the floor. His ears were pressed tightly against his head and his eyes were shut. They could all see him. Now that the fire was gone that was all he could think. Jersey could see him. Would he still let Jacob be his little brother when he found out how hideous his scars were? London could see him. Would she still want to be his best friend if she saw him? His Daddy could see him and he was afraid it would make him more worried. Everyone could see him and everyone would think less of him when they did. The fire still burned in his mind despite being gone, all he could smell was the smoke. "I-I-I-I'm-ma s-sorry," He would cry, wishing all of this would go away and that he wasn't scarred or afraid of fire. "Stah-stop hurting..." He whimpered, still curled into a ball.
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i've got sunshine
on a cloudy day - tags
Jacob heard Jersey and only sobbed louder, trying to cover his body and shaking uncontrollably as he curled up on the floor. His ears were pressed tightly against his head and his eyes were shut. They could all see him. Now that the fire was gone that was all he could think. Jersey could see him. Would he still let Jacob be his little brother when he found out how hideous his scars were? London could see him. Would she still want to be his best friend if she saw him? His Daddy could see him and he was afraid it would make him more worried. Everyone could see him and everyone would think less of him when they did. The fire still burned in his mind despite being gone, all he could smell was the smoke. "I-I-I-I'm-ma s-sorry," He would cry, wishing all of this would go away and that he wasn't scarred or afraid of fire. "Stah-stop hurting..." He whimpered, still curled into a ball.