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  • paracosmic kovic — information — member of blizzardclan


    no. no, he shouldn't be here. he remembered the taste of skin and flesh, the way his jaws locked around the life of an innocent victim and squeezing - squeezing the energy that one needed to survive. the lonesome nobody had strayed away from blizzardclan after the incident of his succumbing to his taunting temptations, his consciousness haunted by a memory of a nightmare. had it been just a nightmare? it had felt too real, it had caused his heartbeat to pick up at an alarming pace and not out of fear but eager excitement to do whatever monstrosity he had done without knowing. what if they had found out and traced it back to the timid avoiding paracosmic? the one that held not a single shred of explained history or past, the one that had strolled right into their home and tried to fit in like a piece of a puzzle. but he had never been able to fit in. he had known it on the first step he took into the territory when accepted, that the welcoming greetings were only reminders of why he had lived alone for such months without any contact. he knew didn't he? he was well aware of every movement, every twitch and shift of his body and that he was in complete control of who he was, right?


    no. he didn't know. he refused to accept the paranoia of being a twisted beast that mothers or fathers told to their children to make them behave. he wanted to be something better than what he had originally been cultured into. he wanted to be himself. so after days of remaining in blizzardclan without having any need to go out and socialize with the living, paracosmic guessed the best he could do for his well-being was go out again and find the cabin. the one that brought him peace. the one that allowed him to step back and view the world as a big picture of still life. it had been beautiful. it was until they had attacked him. taunting rouges had decided to create a nasty potion of chaos when they had spotted him alone in his cabin, immediately deciding that he deserved the pain and fear. maybe he did. but who were they to become the gods that judged him for his hidden sins under his skin? they believed that but paracosmic didn't and he had tried to fight back but he was just one creature against a looming crowd of claws and teeth. the other part of him could have been a much more intimidating beast yet the mutt didn't want to allow himself to sink to such a low level to use his birth body so instead, he fled. he dashed out of his home with volcanic burning tears rolling down his cheeks and tar black blood splattering the ground as he ran away from the little heaven he had found in this cruel, cruel world.


    paracosmic had believed he would have bled to death before reaching blizzardclan yet it was a day's travel and he had managed to find a forgotten medicine kit that held basic items - one being bandages. his paws clumsily attempted to wrap the sticky ivory fabric around the gushing wound of his, his breathing unsteady while his normal amber bronze eyes narrowed and now a nasty shade of pine green. damn bastards. those fucking pests. they were going to pay-paracosmic forced himself to not let his anger swallow him whole as the canine decided to just focus on patching himself up and getting back to blizzardclan. would they accept him? would they be willing to allow him back in? he doubted anyone would remember him but it was worth a shot even if it was in the dark of the night. the trembling shivering shepherd chow hybrid stalked through the glistening snow of the old territory before rising up by the stairs to reach the top of the floating islands. he forgot how odd it was and he wondered what was the science behind all of it yet paracosmic tried not to get sidetracked with his multiple thoughts as the male went to a slouched sitting position. his long creamy mottled tail wagged nervously as the male raised a paw to the badly bandaged wound, noticing that black blood was beginning to slowly break through the bandages. "hello...?" paracosmic called out softly, wide puppy marigold eyes searching for help. he should not be here.

  • LIVIN' LIFE WITH NO NEED FOR THE BRAKES

    cannon f. odder / blizzardclan & the empire / paladin & member / male [♂] / tags

    *:・゚✦ Blood. Cannon knew the smell well enough, whether it was his own or someone else's. He preferred when it was his own, as he himself would rather be injured than have someone else be hurt. Unfortunately, this time, it wasn't him. The smell had caught his attention as he'd been on a patrol, and he had been quick to follow it, hoping that the scene wasn't too gruesome. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened with Ladon. He wasn't sure if he would even be able to handle that.


    Fortunately, this was nowhere near as serious. Whoever this was was clearly alive, but injured. Cannon approached cautiously, unsure of what had caused the other's injuries and whether or not it was still around. "Hello. My name's Cannon. I'd normally ask what you're doing here, but I'm a little more concerned with that injury. What happened?" 


    "Speech."

  • Paracosmic. Chesspieces had a habit of forgetting those clanmates who appeared one day and seemingly disappeared the next but something about the thick-furred canine had left a lasting impression on him. Drawn by the smell of fresh blood and Cannon's voice traveling through the wind, the head medic was the next to arrive on scene. Pulling his satchel from over his back, the medic went into digging cobwebs and fresh bandages from his kit. "I'm going to patch up your wound." Chesspieces barked as he crouched beside Cannon, tearing pieces of cobwebs apart and preparing them. The border collie's amber irises then flashed over Paracosmic. "And then you'll tell us why you have returned, okay?" Chesspieces' voice lingered for a moment longer before he pushed himself to his paws and then set to work removing the old, blood-soaked bandages from Paracosmic's injuries. He didn't know why Paracosmic came back. Why he was injured. What had happened and why he had left BlizzardClan. It didn't seem to matter to him at that point. He was injured and Chesspieces wouldn't stand aside to let him bleed to death.

  • I'VE FALLEN AND I CHOOSE NOT TO GET UP —

    Ah, the familiar scent of blood. Klaus wandered forwards, albeit at a leisurely pace, and he paused next to Chess. Watching the Head Medic work carefully, Nicklaus huffed before letting his attention fall on the bleeding canine. Hm. He was quite the fluffy fellow. Must've been awful hard to clean all that fur and stuff... wrinkling his nose and itching it, the elder remained silent for now so he could hear Para reply. If he talked over someone he could never hear what they were saying.

  • paracosmic kovic — information — member of blizzardclan


    it seemed someone had been able to hear his pleading call through the roaring winds of midnight, his creamy dappled fur being tugged and causing him to shiver more. his eyes began to slowly narrow in a squinting way as he focused on an upcoming figure, one that carried the scent of blizzardclan but nothing specific of someone he knew before. his keen sense of smell was able to identify who was who by the slightest difference of what habits they did everyday and the one that cannon had was certainly alien to him. he wrinkled his black licorice colored nose as the hybrid shuffled his front coffee brown paws as the blizzardclanner drew closer, causing the male to lock eyes briefly before his soft sunflower eyes fluttered to the ground, planting themself on a leaf that clung to the snow mixed grass. how lovely. yet, his ears heard the greeting and the inquiry of what had caused his injury, causing paracosmic to hesitate before parting his jaws to allow sickly sweet words to explain but a small fit of coughing caused the male to grimace and stop. he cleared his throat before the returner answered "forgive me, i-i wasn't expecting to come here...i was attacked in my old home. some rouges chased me out and one managed to leave quite the pain on me. my name is paracosmic...i...i don't have anywhere else to go." his wording as usual was odd and more elaborate, his low rugged voice shaking due to the adrenaline that was still pumping through his veins. god, he needed peace.


    it appeared the next scent that tickled his nose was familiar yet now carried a more stronger scent of herbs that he had previously connected it to. he had been around the time that chesspieces had begun to train in the medical arts under the wing of...iselotta. the name burned within his skull and it caused the shepherd chow mix to physically flinch at the thought but luckily, he could just blame it on the pain that seemed to be clawing at his chest. he wasn't all too fond of strangers getting near him but knew it was best for chesspieces to do the job and get him fixed - just like the way, paracosmic had come for, right? he gave a small silent now and positioned himself so his chest was more exposed to the medic. at the gentle demand of why he was here, paracosmic swallowed and stated once again "i was chased out of my home. would i be able to return into your ranks? i...i know it seems pathetic but i don't know where else i may find a good home." it was a bit of a lie, he supposed. there were other clans - ones that were allies with blizzardclan but the thick furred canine did not want to remember more names, ones that could possibly haunt him in the future just like iselotta's. nobody knew, did they? it was best, they didn't.