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  • He'd looked rough the past week or so, he'd only managed to slow down a little bit despite his wounds and he looked to be in a constant state of pain for it. Deutschland had done well to tend to the leader yet now the Shepherd had vanished, he'd abandoned his pragmatism in saving a 'valuable' Thunderlander for the sake of prioritizing another now. Deathstroke, the son of a bitch who Feliks loved oh so dearly, taken out from right under his nose. He hadn't gone through so much with the other hound just to lose them to the Ruins out of all places. The insignificant speck, the desert blemish, the hypocrites he'd given the time of day for the sake of freedom, they'd done something he wouldn't forgive. He may not have looked particularly well, but now he looked worse, paw steps more staggered than normal. It was like he was walking on the clouds, like nothing was real, and yet he was trying his damnedest to fight against that delusion. The hot sand on his grizzled paw-pads was certainly a good start, and the scent of death permeating in his nostrils was a good reminder to at least attempt to stay on his guard.


    They're gone. The thought didn't feel real, and the longer he dwelled on it the slower the wolf's movements became. Cody escaped. But Slade... he hasn't yet... what happened? Something crunched beneath his foot and he stopped entirely, lifting the appendage to view whatever he'd crushed in an absent-minded state. A bug. He narrowed his eyes, shaking his paw to rid himself of the darkling beetle. From there Feliks halted entirely, gaze fixated on what felt like the endless desert horizon. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing or why he was here, it wasn't a conversation the scowling male had had with himself. Was he to rescue? To kill in justice's name? A statue among the Harrow's sands, the male kept his ears open for any potential danger.

    THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF THE GOVERNMENT'S DIME

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / PLOT / THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • rentarou had been there when jace had brought in the thunderlander feliks was searching for. he had only rushed onto the scene when he heard a child screaming and smelled blood being spilled, a high sense of worry and panic crashing into him at high speeds. it'd shaken him to be present for that young boy's mauling, and he frankly wished it hadn't happened. he wished he could have put an end to it himself, preferably with letting the thunderlander go back to wherever he came from, but he knew that such actions would be seen as treason. for that, with his inability to do anything, being totally powerless despite the high ranking he held in the ruins, he felt horribly guilty.


    in the aftermath of that event, rentarou had left the physician's den once more to collect more herbs. he held the basket gingerly in his maw as he shuffled across the sand, his stomach continuing to do quadruple flips. he still felt nauseous and queasy after witnessing such a violent scene, but he assured himself that all should be fine for now. oh, how foolish he would be.


    remaining focused on the task at hand instead of letting his mind wander towards the day's events, the mottled canine spent a good part of his time picking reeds from off of the banks of the blood nile. he'd pack them into the basket before moving onward, but a particular scent had distracted him from his collecting. he pauses, lifting his muzzle towards the air as his sensitive nose picked up on the smell of jungle...? ever so curious, the man picks up his basket and wanders forth in the direction the scent.


    he pauses when he crests a dune, the scent having grown tenfold in its pungency, but something else had become alarmingly clear as well. "this scent -" he recognized it to be the same scent the now dead thunderlander had, and nausea was quick to grab at him once more. he takes a cautious step backwards, black tipped ears flicking backwards ever so slightly as he directed his sightless gaze in the chief's general direction. he understood the thunderlands was an enemy of the sanguine ruins but maybe... he could convince this one to turn away before he got hurt or worse. swallowing thickly, the ghoul tentatively called in a wavering voice, "you shouldn't b- be here!" he breathes in and then out around the handle of the basket, his breath quivering as brows knitted themselves against his forehead. "you should... you should leave."

    𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 ・゚✧

    𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘢 / 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯

  • He was an obvious sight among the dunes and it came as no surprise at how quickly someone noticed him. The voice caused him to scuff the sand with his paw, narrowed eyes watching the incoherent squiggles he himself was making in the soft ground. You shouldn't be here. The wolf hated that. Hated how innocent it sounded when the exact same mouth had the potential to rip his mate to shreds. More words followed and Feliks finally looked towards whomever had spoke, squinting to make out the details. A dog, a basket, and milky eyes that didn't look directly at him. Enough time living let him deduce what might have disadvantaged the Ruiner and yet he didn't seem fazed, with a lip curling in disgust and ears finding a place at the back of his head. "You took him," he accused grimly, as if totally ignoring the warnings to leave whilst he still could. In that moment he felt immortal, a tool of justice that could will himself to take on the whole world. For now he'd just settle for a lowly inhabitant of it, someone who he knew probably didn't have much to do with taking Deathstroke off of him.


    It didn't matter. As far as he was concerned anyone who stood by and stayed with the group at that point was guilty by association. Whether it be the weakest apprentice to the leader or hell, even some blind cur, they were all responsible. Feliks growled hoarsely and took a step forwards, snorting from frustration. He couldn't make the chase, not in his current state. No false delusions of power could stop the reality of a disfigured rib or a seething migraine from taking their toll on him. "My mate is the one that shouldn't be here. You took him because none of you had to guts to try and take me, and cowardice is a sin I can't forgive,". With that he teleported, paying no attention to the blood bubbling around his nostrils. It was another thing that didn't matter, what mattered was making sure that someone paid for the atrocities. With any luck he would've tried teleporting behind the Ruiner, aiming to latch his teeth around their ankle and pull upwards, hoping the awkward angle would twist the limb out of place. If he wasn't able to run properly then he'd make them sink to his level.

    THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF THE GOVERNMENT'S DIME

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / PLOT / THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • rentarou didn't know what he had expected would happen. he knew that by now, the thunderlands must be searching for the one that had been missing, and that anyone from the place would be reasonably angry with the sanguine ruins for taking them. he guessed he thought that he could remedy these individual situations where fighting wasn't totally necessary, to make sure no one got hurt - it was a foolish thing to try and take on, but he wouldn't be truthful to himself if he didn't even try. still, the words that came from feliks' mouth had startled him, the sobriety of the words uttered, the accusation that laid thickly intertwined. you, the sanguine ruins and, by extension, himself he supposed.


    rentarou took a cautious step back, his ears twisting backwards slightly as he feels dread begin to pool in the depths of his stomach. "i - i didn't," he would try to argue back, ivory teeth nibbling anxiously upon his bottom lip. he doesn't understand, not at all. he was still new to the clans even after months of living with the sanguine ruins. it wasn't like he could leave either. he's been through this before, this exact same situation, where just because he lived in a place made him just as guilty as everyone else who participated in these nasty activities that only served to hurt people who were perhaps undeserving of such harsh treatment. barghest had tried to force him out of the ruins despite knowing better than anyone else that it'd mean death for someone like him - he didn't have much choice, and no one seemed to understand that.


    why were people so inconsiderate?


    more words left the thunderlander's maw and by now rentarou had taken several clumsy steps back, panic clouding his better judgement. he could have ran away, but he didn't. he was scared, and fear typically always made him stick to the spot like strong glue. the man doesn't realize the other had closed in quickly on him until he felt teeth sink into his leg. a yelp mixed with surprise and pain sounded from the mottled dog as the force of which feliks applied to his ankle made him land harshly on his side, the basket of herbs forgotten and tumbling down the dune, and the joint dislocated and out of place.


    tears immediately sprung into the corners of his eyes, the panic that had been generally centered in his stomach now flourishing to all parts of his body. he began to flail, hoping that he would at least be able to strike feliks in some way or another to get him to let him go. "i didn't do anything - please!" he cowered, the tone of his voice reaching high as fear made a prominent note in his voice, "i just protected the child he t- tried to hurt." he assumed this was the same thunderlander that jace had killed not too long ago. oh, oh, would he be able to talk his way out of this? he had failed the last time, and he honestly thought his chances of talking himself out of this particular situation was slim to none. whether or not he managed to scratch feliks, he'd try to bring distance between himself and the lupine by scrambling down the dune.

    𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 ・゚✧

    𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘢 / 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯

  • It wasn't enough. Pleas of 'I didn't do it' only served to make his voice and snarls grow hoarser from his cold rage. Deathstroke hadn't been the one to attack Ver's brats and yet the one-eyed wolf was seen as guilty, what made a Ruiner think he'd treat them any less differently then they'd treat his clan? Green eyes burned with pure loathing, Feliks briefly grew distracted as something suddenly pressed against a healing facial wound. A paw or something, he guessed, but a yelp of surprise escaped the lupine as he recoiled from Rentarou regardless of what it was. He raised his own appendage to rub against the irritated injury, bits of scabbing getting stuck on his fallow fur as he lowered it. The child he tried to hurt. The Chief forgot about his discomfort almost immediately. "YOU LIE!" he boomed viciously, stamping against the ground in defiance. Slade wasn't an idiot, he'd said it before and he'd say it again. Harming a child, an actual child, would mean he'd have to exile them, and he refused to believe his mate would want to go through that process when Feliks had sacrificed a lot just to let them have a home.


    He had to presume that they meant an apprentice, in which case, they had stood by and done nothing to help the Thunderlander. Inaction, subordination for an easy life, whatever Feliks called it on that day it was still the same - the wolf lowered his cranium at the realisation. "I know him far better then you ever will, he wouldn't harm a child, not when he has so much to lose. You'll have to do better then that,". So distracted by his own words, the wolf hadn't noticed that Ren was starting to slip away, and yet when the hound disappeared from his sight he was quick to give chase down the dunes. The sprint was agonising, made only mildly better by the adrenaline rush the taste of blood had given him, Feliks refused to let them get away now though. There was so much that needed to be answered for. Like a feral predator he snapped at heels and let saliva pool at the corners of his mouth, when suddenly he changed forms. Turning into a griffon, he aimed to use the new reach he had to swipe at the Ruiner's back legs to trip the dog.


    Whether or not he was able to the male would home to leap and bring his weight down upon their shoulders, aiming to sink his talons into whatever bit of skin he could and drag Ren underneath him. His hind legs tried their hardest to dig into the sands, grip weak as if he was on ice. Rentarou's panicked form was probably the best source of stability he'd get. "Tell me what happened without the bullshit. Any ounce of bullshit and the suffering you put him through will look like fucking mercy compared to what I'll do to you,". If Slade had put up a fight, something must have gone on, and even if he wouldn't like it he needed to figure out what.

    THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF THE GOVERNMENT'S DIME

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / PLOT / THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • rentarou winced at the contact of the healing wound on his aggressor's face, and an apology had formed quickly upon his tongue. however, it was forgotten the moment he was yelled at, his jaws clenching as the anger of the other reached him in steep waves that made his heart stutter with fright. he looked in the other's direction incredulously, his chest heaving as he scrambled from the wolf the moment he had been released, sand being kicked up in every and which way as feliks continued to speak. he didn't care about justifying himself now, all he wanted to do was get away from him, and so he began to tumble down the sandy dune in his desperation, paws slipping against the smooth sediment.


    it didn't aid him in his escape that suddenly his legs had been swiped from underneath him by the newly shifted griffon, a cry leaving him as he crashed roughly into the ground beneath him. he tucked himself in the best he could as he ungracefully rolled down the side of the sandy hill, bumps and bruises being gained along the way. rentarou groaned as he landed, dazed and discombobulated, but the realization of the very real danger he was in jarred him back onto his paws. he scrambled to stand only to feel a heavy weight upon his shoulders, and sharp talons digging into his arm and back. the sting of his newly acquired wounds made him whimper as he was shoved into the ground and, unwilling to just give up, continued to wriggle pathetically under the vengeful thunderlander.


    his ears turned to flatten themselves against his head at the threats offered, his voice trembling as he said feebly, "i- i'm not lying! he mauled a kid!" he thinks casper was a kid, but it's not like he could tell, being blind. he only knew what a child sounded like, and when casper had cried and screamed, the boy sounded much like an kid to rentarou. "uh - one of our leaders brought him in, i think... i don't know what happened before the kid got hurt, but j- jace..." rentarou's voice cracked uncomfortably among the high emotions he felt racing through him, frost beginning to form on various parts of his body, a clear defensive strategy rentarou had little control over. "when the thunderlander hurt that kid, jace fought him and k- killed him." he doubted feliks would believe him, but he really was telling the truth. he had no clue what'd happened leading up to casper's mauling, but only its aftermath. it shouldn't have happened, the capture nor the kid's mangling, but it had, and he wished he could have done something more to stop it.


    "dou ka, let me go..." the quiet pleading came a second later as he continued to try and dislodge feliks. he could get feliks off of him if he really tried, if he gave into what he really was, but he'd rather be torn apart than allow his ghoulish nature come out. rentarou huffed as pain continued to burn through his dislocated ankle, the tears gathered in his eyes threatening to fall over at any second. he couldn't understand why this was happening to him, again. a familiar bitterness rose up like bile in the back of his throat, and his teeth ground against each other impossibly harshly, as frustration bubbled flush against his frosted skin.


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    𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 ・゚✧

    𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘢 / 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯

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  • He could never, never believe that a kid would be mauled by his mate. Both he and the one-eyed wolf ad done horrible things and yet there had almost been a silent agreement not to draw any attention to themselves. Feliks would hope to dig his nails in just a little harder at that first comment, leaning down to clack his beak together. Jace. The name made him pause to give thought, and though he didn't seem to pressure Ren more when he heard it somehow the Griffon looked even angrier. This wasn't about the brat at all! Their cowardly fuck of a leader had grown offended that Feliks had called him out and decided to take it out on his loved one. Even now when I'm battered and bruised he won't fight me. A nip of cool air caused the distracted creature to look towards his feathery feet, squinting at the growing ice around Rentarou. Laika... the defense mechanism reminded him of his friend, reminded him that she would hate the fact that he was here. But he was given no choice, he'd offered peace by only going after one or two Ruiners, and they returned the favour with enough cruelty to outshine the modern Exiles.


    Killed. Even that didn't sound real to him, and yet now he was beginning to understand that the canine had little reason to lie. Dead. They killed him. They killed a weakened old man. My best friend and lover. Feliks couldn't speak, there was absolutely nothing that could describe what he felt and how strongly he felt it. Deathstroke had always managed to come back, maybe a part of him should've been glad that they'd only killed him and made it quick, but the Chief knew that every death could be the 'last'. One day there would be no magical reincarnation or body to hop into and the soul would descend straight to hell. Would this truly be the last? At least you would've gone down fighting. He almost choked the words out to himself, stopped by the tightness in his throat. He was alone again, alone to face his demons and the demons of the Desert. Feliks heard a hushed plea, barely able to listen to it. He dragged his talons closer to himself in frustration, aiming to leave scoring marks down Ren's sides. There he paused again, breathing heavily.


    He tried to kick the Ruiner several times before attempting to pick them up and quickly throw them further down the dune. To safety, away from him and his unyielding anger, for he'd keep his word and not kill someone who'd shown him honesty. They'd known the dangers of saying that someone's husband had perished right in front of him. "Make sure the Ruins deliver me the body in one piece,". He called down to him, refusing to express his sorrow in front of someone who could so easily exploit it. "Any of you fuckers take a trophy and I'll...". He dared not say, it would be too much for even the wolf. Flinching in pain, the griffon plodded uphill, offering a lash of his tail as he turned to face the medic one final time. "Make sure your medics stock up on herbs. In the coming weeks they'll need them,". With that he flew off, dreading having to give the news to his home. He'd have to find Cody and tell them, Geralt as well, his sons may have been kinder than him but he didn't think even they would be able to forgive this.


    / outtie + opening the thread now :]

    THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF THE GOVERNMENT'S DIME

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / PLOT / THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • O V E R L O R D

    YOU CAN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN


    Blood was what lured the dragon out of his den and off towards the outer reaches of the clan's land. Something was wrong, and his keen sense of smell told him that it was Rentarou that he was catching on the breeze. Something wasn't right here, especially as the stench of the Thunderlands followed behind the aroma of blood.


    Overlord flew as swiftly as he could, utilising his wind elemental capabilities to aid his race to the scene. By the time that he arrived Feliks was gone and all that greeted him was the sight of Rentarou's sorry state.

    "Ah shit!"

    At one point he might have mocked the guy and left him for dead, but these days things had changed and he felt genuine concern for the other. He made a harsh landing and hurried to the Physician's side where he attempted to nose his side.

    "Come on, don't be a corpse."



    BUT YOU'RE ALREADY TOO LATE


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    O V E R L O R D

    Lirian Dragon - Identifies as Male - Pansexual - Hermaphrodite - Sanguine Ruins

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Padding across the sand, her eyes were focused on the long stretch before her. She could see the horizon and the blue sky. The chill of the Harrow Desert bit at her nose. Squinting, she could see two figures in the distance, and then a griffon flying off into the sky. It was the second one she had seen in the past few days, but the first had been dead and on the edge of the Blood Nile. Gaze shifting from the sky to the dunes, she could see the unmistakable black-and-white figure of Rentarou. Curiosity brought her closer, inhaling sharply as the familiar metallic scent of blood hit her like a wall.


    Arabella took off then, sprinting across the desert. The wind and sand hurt her eyes, but she continued running. Sand was kicked up by her paws, and she came sliding down the dune. She stopped beside the canine, her throat tight and her vision starting to blacken with anger. "What.. what happened?" Stammering and shaking, she would hurry over to his basket of herbs and pick them up in her mouth. "I do not know how to use these," she admitted to Overlord after placing the basket down. 'HELP!' she shrieked telepathically, hoping that someone who knew something about healing would come. The kitsune would attempt to roll Ren over, and push her paws onto his deep cuts for compression.


    /ninja'd oop

    looking for heaven

    FOUND A DEVIL IN ME - tags

  • rentarou winced as the griffon's claws dug further into his skin, creating puncture wounds he was sure would be oozing his crimson blood as soon as the other released him. it was like fire brushing against his skin, white hot and searing, and another whimper is forced from his mouth at the slightest movement of the much larger creature that loomed over him. he felt a very small amount of relief when he was able to tell the rest of his recounting of what had happened without being torn into. it gave him somewhat of a chance to breathe and collect his thoughts in those precious moments.


    clearly, this man, whomever he was, seemed to really care about the thunderlander jace had killed. what their relationship was wasn't clear to rentarou at all, but he wondered if his honesty would get him killed or if it'd save him. he wasn't sure, he couldn't tell what the other was thinking in the heavy silence that had followed after he'd finished. no doubt, pain had taken root in the older man's heart. even though he was being put through this horrid situation, even though he was suffering for the misdeeds of his far more vicious clanmates, he feels the slightest thread of sympathy for feliks. it hurt to lose someone important - rentarou knew that rather well - so he couldn't ever hope to say that he didn't feel anything, because he most certainly did.


    however his pleads would be answered, though not in the way he would have hoped. instead, claws scored down his sides, leaving gaping wounds that blood easily trickled out of in thick rivulets. the suddenness of it all and the pain that accompanied it made a short scream tear itself from his throat. he twisted to protect himself as best he could as paws slammed into him. and though rentarou tried to protect himself from the blows, they all landed seamlessly. his glass bones cracked, and each one broken was met with a cry and a groan. blood trickled down his nose and lip, both now busted and bruised. he laid helpless in the sand, his body aching, quietly wishing for all of it to be done and over with. whether that meant he wanted it to end with his death, even he wasn't sure. he just wanted the pain to stop...


    he could barely feel himself being picked up, and being thrown was like floating on air. however, reality came crashing down hard the moment he landed at the bottom of the sand dune. he crashes, sand flying up and around him, his battered form laying uselessly. he could hardly register feliks' words as he spoke down to him, demanding that the body of his lover be returned to him in one piece. yes, that is, if nobody had dumped it down the nile by now... the dog wheezed, blood bubbling up in his mouth from the injuries he'd sustained to his ribs of which he was sure were broken. he says nothing, of course, too weak to be able to, and only waited until he heard the flapping of wings to try and drag himself to his paws once more. no matter how hard he tried though, it'd end in failure, with him toppling over and veering into the sand. all he felt was pain. pain, and a steep confusion as he resigned himself to his fate, curled up and shivering as the cold bit into him mercilessly. why him?


    he felt numb as he feels someone else's presence near. everything is blurry, and the voices sounded as if they were underwater, swimming, fading in and out. then, he realizes, he must be succumbing to unconsciousness. he shivers as he's nudged by overlord, a wince leaving him and his face scrunching up slightly in a pained grimace. arabella's arrival is dully noted in the back of his mind, silently grateful. maybe he won't die, he doesn't know, but red god above, everything hurt.


    - oop, double ninja'd


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    𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 ・゚✧

    𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘢 / 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯

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  • This was his fault, wasn't it? Jace had to say, for Feliks to attack a poor blind medic was truly out of character and pretty low for the Thunderlander. Jace approaches the scene with urgency as Arabella lets out a cry for help. He rushes over to Ren's side, crouching by the side of the blind medic. Jace snaps at an NPC to retrieve any medic apprentice they could find, whom rushes off to do just that.

    "Ren, you're going to be okay." The elder says as he places down his satchel. Jace wasn't super well trained in medicine, but he knew enough to keep someone alive. He rips up some herbs and chews them into a poultice, placing them on and around wounds to prevent any infection. He'd take out some cobwebs too, allowing the cobwebs to soak up the blood that seemed to be never ending. "Can you eat these? Are you conscious enough?" He says as he pushes a few poppy seeds towards the mouth of Rentarou. Thank God Jace's mother had been a medicine cat apprentice and he'd attended quite a lot of medicine seminars in his days.

    "Once he's stable, we'll need to carry him back." He says, glancing at the other two available. He didn't expect Ren to talk right now, he needed to preserve his energy anyway.

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  • rentarou wanted to think that no one was truly at fault for what had happened, he truly, truly didn't - but he knew no matter what, someone would always take the blame, just like how he was forced to today. he wouldn't blame jace, he wouldn't blame casper, and he couldn't even blame feliks or the thunderlands. they were all hurt in a way, he supposed. he found it much better, suddenly, that it probably was best for him to be the scapegoat if it meant someone could draw forth some peace of mind from the troubles they're inflicted with. yes... he was rather satisfied with that notion.


    rentarou's hazy stare shifted towards jace as he heard his voice, and a nod his barely given to show he understands. his throat burns, hoarse from all of his whimpering and yelling, and yet he struggles to mumble out, "i'm s- sorry..." he was sorry for being too weak, and for causing trouble. he hadn't meant for this to happen, but, again, it had. he winces slightly as jace applied his salves and cobwebs to his weeping wounds, a shuddering sigh leaving the doctor. he craned his neck to lap up the poppy seeds jace offered, and he struggled to get them down for a moment before he felt himself relax against the sand, the pain in his side throbbing still.


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  • ”Ren!” She shouted as she hurried over. The female felt her heart race. This wasn’t right. The scent of Thunderlands drenched the area, and she could take a solid guess as to had done this. She sucked in a breath and skidded to a stop by the Medic. “Allow me to help.” She slips out a heavy amount of cobwebs to cover Jace’s work. If they wanted Rentarou to live then they needed to stop the bleeding. “We need to get him away from here. Overlord, Arabella. Make sure here are no enemies in the area. We can’t suffer a surprise attack.” She then looked to Jace. “We have to get him to the med bay, the supplies we need are there.” She explained quickly.


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  • "Nobody's got your back in this town"

    "Now I know there's no one I can trust" — Kokichi


    Disgust-thats what Kokichi felt, some...some lowlife had hurt one of their priest. Sure, Kokichi hardly knew Ren or even interacted with the male but he still felt bad about the male in his pathetic site but he had to pretend like he didn't care. He had to carry that facade that he was a cold-hearted asshat but truly Kokichi did care, he just was afraid to allow people in-to trust someone. His tone got a bit dark and his lavender gaze narrowed looking at Ren "Who did this to you?" he questioned, giving no shits as the others worked on attempting to help and heal Ren. What Kokichi cared for was who's life was he going to try and make a living hell for harming one of their owns. They'll pay-they always did.


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  • ✦ ✧ ✦ The tightness remained on her throat as several others came to help. Suddenly she was given orders, and her mind was turning over and over. "I saw another griffon, like I found by the Nile a few days ago," she bluntly said. When the Agrelos happened she lost her enhanced senses except smell, and she could practically smell it on Rentarou. The sky seemed clear, though - wherever it went, she couldn't see it anymore. Her eyes darted back down to the doctor and she waited for someone to give her the go-ahead to help pick him up. Or whatever else they needed, she wasn't whatsoever medically inclined.

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    "I'll give the territory a thorough sweep. I ain't no doctor so I'm no use here."

    Overlord knew that he was likely getting in the way by staying there with the group. The dragon backed up until he was away from everyone before he spread his wings and took to the sky. Although his sense of smell was sharp he still felt the need to check everything by eye anyway, so he moved to check the entirety of the border.



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