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    he was getting tired of these damn bandages.


    they covered almost his entire body, focusing primarily on his face. he could barely breath with them on. there was only a bit of slack in them to allow him to eat, but he hadn't bothered trying ever since he'd woken up in the medic's den. he was in agony all the time. why did this have to happen? aristotle snarled under his breath, lifting a paw, and bringing it down on the bandages wrapped around his chest. then to the ones around his legs, and the rest of his torso. he tore them ruthlessly off of himself, ripping off every last piece of it despite the pain it brought.


    finally, only the ones on his face remained, where the damage was the worst. he hesitated. he knew it was bad; but how bad? he hadn't seen himself without the sort of mask just yet. deep down he knew he looked like a monster, body ridden with awful scars, one leg barely in working condition. aristotle remembered the day he was attacked. the blackheart had sunk her teeth into the side of his maw and torn away, taking a generous amount of flesh from his face. the tom's paw hovered over the spot, and beneath the bandages, he grimaced. he wasn't ready to show the extent of his injuries. wasn't ready for his clanmates to stare at him, wasn't ready for the future questions. but it would all come eventually, whether he liked it or not, and he couldn't hide it forever.


    ari shut his eyes tight and snagged his claws over the wrappings and tore, dropping the cloth to the ground. blood oozed from somewhere on his face, dripping into the pile of bandages and staining them red.


    he exhaled slowly and turned his head up to the sky, taking in the deepest breath he'd had since the attack. satisfied, aristotle stood and trudged into camp, headed straight for the small pool of water, where he slowly settled down beside. he slowly turned his eyes down to the water; his reflection stared right back, face mangled and slightly matted with blood. so, this was him now. ari clenched his jaw and looked away.


    monster.



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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Sundance was pretty sure that Irene had treated Aristotle--and she wasn't briefed on his injuries. She just knew that he was resting in the medic's den.


    Well, until today.


    The kitsune looked all around for the male with no response. Sighing, she emerged from the den and took to the skies. But she didn't have to go far; she spotted him by some water. This time, she was able to land gracefully, and settled down beside him, tucking her wings in. "Aristotle! You're bleeding!" she remarked, glancing at his face. It wasn't the prettiest sight, admittedly.


    "speech"

    Some might suppose that Leo was quite used by the sight of blood, but it was the unfortunate case that he wasn't. The sight of blood on anything brought his mind back towards that day--that day with the screams telling him to run and he had done it but still, he'd seen what had happened. Almost.


    The blood was what he remembered. There was a slight flick of his tail as the sharp odor crossed his nose as he was padding by and he froze, his tail ears flattening against his skull. A small sound came from his mouth before he started to back away from the scene.

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    ah... drawing attention already. the tom turned his face away from sundance as she approached, ears flattening against his head. "i noticed." aristotle rumbled. his nose twitched as a drop of blood fell from his face and onto the dirt, staining the ground red. he didn't care about the bleeding. he just cared about what he had become.


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    chesspieces

    ☾ ┊astronomy in reserve, it was i who was discovered ┊☽


    Sundance's loud cry of someone bleeding was what drew Chesspieces over. The white tom had come to join his clanmates at camp a few hours ago although it was about time the tom headed home. It was difficult to, however, when someone was bleeding. What had happened? Making his way over, the long-haired feline came to stand behind Leo. He hadn't realized it at first, but the leopard was backing up as if he was ready to make a run for it. Chesspieces' flattened his ears against his skull and he darted to one side to avoid crashing into him. "What's the matter with you?" Chesspieces inquired, blue-and-amber eyes washing over Leo. Chesspieces' gaze followed Leo's where it was on Aristotle and Sundance. The tom's ears returned to their normal position on top of his head as he made his way over, unaware of the scene before him. "What happened?"

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Whatever had happened, he didn't seem to want to talk about it. As Chesspieces came up and inquired what had happened, Sunny shot him an unsure glance and darted back into the den to get some cobwebs. Luckily, there were just a few left--she would have to get more soon.


    Emerging a few moments later with the cobwebs in her maw, she blinked, saying nothing


    "speech"

    "You look rough." Canoris said rather plainly as she padded up. She was full of straightforward comments, and wasn't afraid to state pretty much exactly what she saw. In fact the wolf did it often, as many who had known her for awhile would be aware of. "Almost healed though, except for the bleeding bit." But damn. His scars were rough. He looked like an extremely mangled version of what he once was. The dark wolf looked over to Sundance and back to Aristotle, "YOu may want to let Sundance put those cobwebs on your bleeding bits."

    Was it even a good idea for Aristotle to be wading around in the water in his current state? The water was the same animals drank from, but nevertheless there was always going to be little bugs and germs floating around in the liquid. Some of that could seep into his wounds and infect his blood. He wasn't the expert on infections though - Piedpiper's understanding of the body and disease was very primitive. Mouth pursing as he watched the others fussing over Aristotle, her pink eyes noticed Leo, a younger BlizzardClanner who looked very frightened. His voice lowering, the Paladin Commander tried to speak to the boy. "Hey, you alright? What's wrong?"


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    aristotle scoffed at canoris's initial comment. 'rough' was a bit of an understatement. he looked awful, dreadful, horrible. the tom curled his lip as sundance approached with cobwebs, but didn't protest to the suggestion of putting them on. he couldn't have cared less if he kept bleeding--it would stop eventually--but if it made the others feel better, then he might as well allow it. aristotle's tail twitched as he turned to face the medic, showing the group his full face for the first time. blood oozed slowly from the wound on his maw and a few more of the claw marks. truly a sight. ari swallowed thickly and scowled. "get it over with."


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    ANGELBLUE

    ❝Here's to the boy whose only mistake was trusting in angels❞

    TAGS ☆彡there was no real reason for the ghost to come over, other than there was a group forming around someone. he hung back, pale oculars focusing on the unknown male almost absentmindedly. he didn't have to worry about getting wounds like that, considering he was most certainly dead. ohhh- nice scowl! he'd coo, almost oblivious to how that might have sounded to someone that didn't know him. not that anybody knew him, which was how he preferred it, kinda.

    There was a small whimper from the boy as he heard Chesspiece's inquiry and the cub turned to look at the feline, eyes wide. "N-nothing's wrong," he answered, shaking his head. He wanted to get away right now--the smell of blood was now thick in his nose and he found that he could remember everything in crystal clarity for that moment.


    He shook his head slightly at Piedpiper's response, indicating the same answer as before. He felt as small as a mouse right now, despite the fact that he knew it wasn't the case--just the feeling of it pressed down on his shoulders and he felt uncomfortable there. Leo would back off the scene and began to head towards camp.

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