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  • HOW MANY TEARS HAVE YOU LET DRY ——— TAGS

    Feelings of hatred would nearly physically manifest from the young tabby. Val limped over the border leaving a bloodied path in his stead. His ears were pinned to his head while his jaws were parted to allow more air to reach his sore lungs. Was this place more than its worth, he was just starting to like it here, and now he was being captured and interrogated through vicious means. He had been missing for about a week now and he wondered if anyone had even noticed, they certainly hadn't made any attempts to get him back if they had.

    His right foreleg dangled just above ground level, it had taken several breaks, he had several gashes along both sides of his flank, and a couple claw marks across his left eye. It was still intact thankfully, but the gashes had caused the eye to swell shut. He had little going across his mind other than getting help, and this was the only place he'd thought to go.

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    「 YOU BETTER LIVE LIKE IT'S THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE ———— ・゚✧ 」

    Because the world tries to stop you. — plot — npc xx npc

  • It's almost like people were trying to rile him up, with how often they got captured or injured. Theo was tempted to tie a balloon to everyone that he loved, so that they couldn't escape his semi-watchful gaze. It was a childish method of dealing with the problem, but desperate times called for desperate measures. The canine was ashamed to admit that he had noticed Vale's disappearance right off the bat, but hadn't reported it to anyone. He had just figured that the calico was avoiding him, or that he wanted some time to himself. Anyone who dealt with the child's presence on a day to day basis was bound to get tired of his tendency to babble and cause or find trouble, as much as he hated to admit it. So instead of looking into Vale's whereabouts as he should have, the boy sought out other people to momentarily replace him. Like someone wearing a new pair of shoes until their old ones have been fixed at the cobbler. However, when the three day mark had been reached, Theo's mild concern about where the other male was turned into a cycle of worry and panic. Did he leave without saying good-bye? Had something happened to him? His mind was an engine that couldn't be turned off, though he managed to hide his anxiety fairly well. His injuries prevented him from leaving the camp, and he was afraid to speak to Ver Million or another higher up in fear that he would be proven wrong and ridiculed for it. In the end, it was his pride that prevented him from doing the right thing.


    Still, this display of cowardliness from the apprentice didn't mean that he was utterly defeated. He would still do his part to make sure that Valerian came home. Ignoring the leader's orders in the last meeting, Theo was pacing around the borderline, his chocolate gaze on alert as he closely surveyed the area. Intuition told him that something was about to happen, and following his gut he took a step forward, only for the metallic smell of blood to hit his senses. "Vale?" He didn't mean for the name to slip from his tongue, but he unfortunately turned out to be right. The defeated feline entered his view, and uttering a slew of curses, some more obscure than others, he rushed towards them. "Shit- I'm sorry. I should've known something was wrong. I should've done something." He rasped, his paw hovering over their injured flank, not quite touching the gashes. White hot rage built in his chest, and he wanted to ask questions like 'who did this' and 'where can I find them' but thinking better of it, the child turned around. "We need a medic over here stat! Valerian's hurt badly!" It was rare that he used his friend's full name, the detail conveying his fear, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Turning back to the cat, he ripped off his orange bandanna and attempted to gently press it against their eye, dabbing at the swollen surface. Theo was no doctor, but even he knew that this amount of blood-loss was dangerous, if not deadly. "Try not to bleed too much, alright? This is a new bandanna, and I don't want to throw it away after one use." He weakly joked, moving onto another cut. "Someone who has more experience with this sort of stuff will be here soon, so don't die before then. For my sake, if not your own."

    YOU GOT A LOOK IN YOUR EYES, I KNEW YOU IN A PAST LIFE

    SHADOW VEIL — SEVEN MONTHS — FOX HOUND — TAGS

  • [ tags ] -- As Valerian's scent reached Hyperion's nostrils, along with the scent of blood and an unfamiliar group, terror and rage battled to take control of his reflexes. Who would have dared to do this to the young feline, so soon after so many others of theirs had been injured, maimed, killed, disappeared? But eventually his rationality won out and he took a deep breath before rushing to Theo's call.


    "Valerian? What happened, are you alright?" He had to fight to keep his own frantic energy out of his voice, though mostly unsuccessfully. "Theo, keep pressure on his wounds and try to keep him calm, I think he's in shock. I'm going to grab some cobwebs and poppy seeds for the bleeding and pain, and somebody get him some water, for gods' sake." The Veil was missing a trained medic at the moment, so Hyperion and the other medicine-familiar members were likely the best Valerian was going to get.


    Thankfully it wasn't long until he found the medicine he needed, and he quickly returned to the feline's head. "Eat these, and no arguing. You have to listen to me, deal?" It seemed like only yesterday they'd been talking about death and rebirth and loss, and now here he was looking like death itself. How quickly things changed. Though he was keeping a relatively calm expression on his face, the tiger's insides were bubbling with rage. Somebody was going to have to pay, not just for Valerian but for all those who had been taken from the Veil without retribution.



    pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.


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    HYPERION

    Shadow Veil Midnightbringer-- ♂ -- Reaver-Harbringer-Stimul-Stamus

    [ tags ] -- [ penned by dalarna ]

  • HOW MANY TEARS HAVE YOU LET DRY ——— TAGS

    He was definitely in shock otherwise he'd be passing out from pain and blood loss. He could tell they were speaking but what came through was no better than gibberish, in one ear out the other. Luckly he got the idea when he was passed medicine, this was familiar at least. Starclan why have I been forsaken so? He'd just gotten back was he about to go again so soon.

    Tears escaped the feline's face as he stumbled to the ground. He didn't want to go, he liked it here. Gentle sobs would be heard from the boy, he was so out of it, if he survived he was going to hate himself for this. He wanted his mom, his family, but he also didn't want to leave the family he was finding here.

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    「 YOU BETTER LIVE LIKE IT'S THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE ———— ・゚✧ 」

    Because the world tries to stop you. — plot — npc xx npc

  • WAIT FOR IT - TAGS ★

    Calina had noticed Valerian's absence. If she had been a less jaded creature, she would have gone out seeking him more- she had made a few meager laps around the territory, but given up quickly. Members came and went. They disappeared and never returned, or were seen later in a different clan, or disappeared and were later found dead. So many had passed before her. Every time she returned to Shadow Veil, it was a whole new set of members. Nobody lasted long, and she had embraced that. It made her, unfortunately, not put effort into finding those who were absent. When she heard Theo's cries for help and smelled blood, mixed with the scent of Valerian, on the wind, she regretted her choice. She made it over after Hyperion had begun the medical work.


    It struck Calina that their only medics were also the leaders, one of which wasn't around much. That's a problem. She thought, but what came out of her mouth was "Aw, shit!" and she immediately turned on her heel to go find water at Hyperion's instruction. Water was good, for cleaning wounds and for staying hydrated, and who knew whether or not Valerian had been given any water. She wished that Xia had been on the scene as well. It would have been easy; Xia makes some ice, Calina melts it, and water is made. Instead, she had to seek out a pond, rip some moss and douse it in the water, and then sprint back to the group.


    Moss water was nasty, but it was efficient, so she dropped it next to Valerian's head and tried to push it as close to his mouth as possible. He didn't need extra energy spent on scooting over to it. "Here. Drink this. Try t' breathe deep, okay? You're gonna be okay. We've got ya." Well, Calina didn't have him, and Theo only had him to a certain degree. Hyperion was the one doing the real deal, but it was a group effort.

    i am not standing still

    i am lying in wait


  • HOW MANY TEARS HAVE YOU LET DRY ——— TAGS

    He would feel his way to the moss that Calina had brought him too pained to even think about complaining of the taste. The moisture was a relief to the male's sore throat and dehydrated form. He could feel his head spinning, the whole world spinning, or maybe just him. As if the thought was all it took to finish off the little energy stored in his tired frame, the domestic passed out, a last ditch effort for his body to conserve energy.


    // characters can notice the painted brigade's smell now <3

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    「 YOU BETTER LIVE LIKE IT'S THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE ———— ・゚✧ 」

    Because the world tries to stop you. — plot — npc xx npc

  • [ tags ] -- Fury threatened to consume the tiger as he worked. Before he could convince Valerian to eat the poppy seeds, he passed out, though he had been able to get some water down. Ah, well, unconsciousness was just as good of a painkiller as poppy seeds he supposed. Quickly the tiger began to pack his wounds with cobwebs, long enough to staunch the bleeding while he found something to more permanently bandage everything. Gods, they needed more healers around here. His knowledge was too rudimentary for this.


    "Let's get him to the healer's den," he ordered gruffly. The midnightbringer was not happy about this, and before he could stop himself, he leaned down to roughly lick the top of Valerian's head in a gesture of affection. He hadn't gotten to tell Val this, but he sort of saw the feline as a son in the same way he thought of Theo. He hated himself for not noticing his absence sooner, for not storming the gates of every territory in Agrelos looking for him. How could he have let this happen?


    As he pulled back, tongue finding its home in his mouth once again, a familiar scent washed over him. The Brigade. "Someone call RIPTIDE or Ver Million . The scent of the Brigade is all over him. We need to figure out why this is happening before we lose anyone else." The tiger gritted his teeth as he spoke, anger entering his voice for the first time in a long time. "We can't allow our members to continue being hurt like this." Turning his bi-colored gaze back down to the passed-out feline, the lines of his face briefly softened before contorting with anger again as the wounds moved to the front of his vision. "No more."



    pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.


    Hyperion-left Hyperion-center Hyperion-right


    HYPERION

    Shadow Veil Midnightbringer-- ♂ -- Reaver-Harbringer-Stimul-Stamus

    [ tags ] -- [ penned by dalarna ]

  • Riptide was ashamed to say that he hadn't entirely noticed Valerian's absence. Of course, he had noticed that the calico tom hadn't been around quite as much recently, but he didn't know him well enough to know whether or not that was normal. Some people tended to come and go on their own, not because of any life-threatening circumstances, but simply because it was in their nature to wander. For all the tabby knew, Valerian was just one of those people. But when an NPC Veiler had come sprinting into camp shouting for Ver and himself, it was obvious that something terrible had happened. Again.


    It took him a little longer than he would've liked to make his way to the small group, but eventually the Shaderunner appeared, skidding to a stop beside Hyperion. Struggling to catch his breath, Ty's seafoam gaze flickered across the faces of everyone gathered before coming to rest on the bloodied form of Valerian. He'd been told in camp about an incident involving the Painted Brigade, and now that he was standing above his fallen clanmate, the truth hung thick in the air like the foul stench of evil.


    His gaze turned to seek out the ivory tiger next to him, almost as if he was looking for an answer in his friend. Being relied on in this way was all new to Riptide, and he didn't want to let anyone down. After several long moments of heavy silence, he finally rumbled low, "Let's get him back to camp and get him taken care of. I'll figure out a way to make this right." Someone needed to put an end to the violence being inflicted upon the Veil, and now it seemed that responsibility fell to him.


    [im very sorry for the late reply </3]

    UNTIL I LEARN HOW TO FLOW WITH THE HIGHS AND THE LOWS

    SHADOW VEILSHADERUNNERDOMESTIC FELINEINFORMATION

  • The painted brigade was a clan that left a sour taste in her mouth, they were however easy to push to the side much to small to be a real threat to them. She underestimated them, was to caught up in drama on the ends of the Thunderlands and the Exiles to keep an eye on the conflicts that had passed (but would never be forgotten) Junepaw’s leg could never be earned back and she wasn’t going to risk the Veil’s safety by targeting them months after the fact when the boy looked to be recovering; physically that was. Even if she could clearly see his ire and growing bitterness that she didn’t have the capabilities to curb. She’d try, she had to for his sake and for his mothers’ and for her own warmth she still held towards him.


    But for right now there was someone else who’d become a victim of the brigade and she lets out a low growl as she approaches besides her Shaderunner arriving not long after him. Her ears pin back as her eyes scan over him, she approaches his side nostrils flaring to make sure they were dealing with the right clan. ”Godamn them” she snarls muzzle furrowing as she backs away. She hadn’t been caught up on where everyone was hadn’t been paying attention for the past couple of weeks when they do direly needed to be with the injury of Winterpaw and death of Leesha still so recent. ”Hyperion are you capable of looking after him yourself?” she asks quickly voice ringing with a certain urgency before she tosses her head towards Riptide.


    ”We won’t waste anytime discussing things with them, they’ve gotten away once and need to be taught a serious lesson” she states the obvious ”We’ll head out as soon as we can to fuck them up” the Veil was large enough to dispose of such a weak clan, they needed to send them a message through sheer force.


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    I AM THE CONSCIOUS CLEAR

    IN PAIN OR ECSTASY

    Storage | ♕ | played by Kedamono | ♕ | ic opinions

  • Riptide was beyond grateful that Ver was feeling better and getting back into the swing of things, he didn't feel like he had enough experience with his sort of thing to always make the right choice. He felt somewhat like he was lost in the dark, just wandering around in hopes that he would somehow find his way out again. But he was good at following orders, and when their Shadowkeeper arrived to take hold of the situation he visibly relaxed. Her attention whipped to him, and he felt that feeling of helplessness lift away at the prospect of finally getting out there and spilling blood in defense of his clan. They'd waited a long time for justice on some front, and now they would get it. He nodded fervently at Ver's declaration, his seafoam eyes lighting up with a bloodlust he'd been missing for months now. "I'm with you, just tell me when."

    UNTIL I LEARN HOW TO FLOW WITH THE HIGHS AND THE LOWS

    SHADOW VEILSHADERUNNERDOMESTIC FELINEINFORMATION