"Bub, I'm fantabulous. I make this clan twenty percent cooler," Xerxes answered with a laugh. He wasn't rotting! Or maybe she was talking about herbs. He sure hoped not! That would be terrible and tragic and not very nice. "Come on, my band of merry creatures. Let us go exploring or something," the albino said as he stood up, stretching. It was good that he could draw a crowd. Maybe they wouldn't be nervous, should they ever have to visit the herb team.
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At least if he were to die at that moment, he could die happy. You know, except for the part were he died. But at any rate, he had learned the other male's name. It was a nice name, too. Only problem now was that Xerxes had no idea what to say next. He could just continue to stand there and look like an idiot, or try to think of something to say. At the rate this was going, both seemed like good ideas.
"I - um - er..." the albino mumbled, hot in the face. Yeah, way to go on the not making a fool out of self. "How are you?" Xerxes asked finally, clearing his vocal chords as well. Because why the hell not? It wasn't like the male could make any more of a fool out of himself in front of Bulletpaw.
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The gunshot was much to loud to be anything a enemy or ally clan could've made. It sounded...wrong. Worried, Xerxes grabbed a fake yellow rose in his mouth, running towards where he thought the sound had come from. Slowing down to a faint trot, the albino took in the scene. A dead member. Dipping his head, the Herb-in-Training continued forwards, dropping the rose by the body.
No one could fix death.
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Xerxes raced back as fast as he could, all the herbs he needed in a little pack on his side. Who would've ought he'd be using the gift from the sky to save his brother's life? Stopping at the scene, the albino slipped the pouch off, opening it and nudging the contents towards the full Herbs. "Please don't let him die," he muttered, trying his hardest not to cry. People weren't meant to bleed that much, were they?
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"Bring back some herbs for me, ok?" Xerxes called as he padded up, smiling. It was the least they could do - he didn't want to be healing them and suddenly have nothing to heal them with.
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Xerxes padded over, looking perplexed. "Thanks, I'm sure we won't miss it," the Herb-in-Training stated with a smile. What was a nightclub? It didn't matter. This party might give him something to do. Such as collect herbs without someone breathing down his neck.
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"Don't hurt them, though. I don't want to waste herbs on them before we can trust them," Xerxes called as a padded over, the faintest smile on his face. Maybe they'd get Bulletpaw! The thought made his heart go light. Having the dark male in the clan with him would be fantastic.
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In all honesty, Xerxes was confused. He was going to watch over the Guardian of Herbs? But the Great Dane was older than him and knew so much more! Prehaps this was going to be a challenge - either way, it would be fun. The Pince of Lughter just wasn't sure of he'd be able to do much. "Can't say I'll be able to do much for Harlee, but I won't not try!" The albino said with a smile. Malcolm had been promoted the same day as Xerxes. Maybe it just wasn't the right thing for the guy?
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Xerxes padded over, curious. "Not hurt?" The albino asked, looking from the kit to the Great Dane. So what if the Herb-in-Training wanted to go steal a kit? As long as it wasn't hurt, Xer would still no that the Guardian of Herbs wasn't gone.
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Guys.
My muse for Xerxes is dead.
Does anyone have a hurt cat he can heal or something so I can try to toilet train my muse
not a typo -
Maybe a Quotekit and Xerxes thread?
Anyone want any threads with Xerxes?
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Xerxes padded forward, curiosity shining in his eyes. "It's not hurt, is it? Did anyone see you?" The albino asked, looking at the kit with a faint smile. "Hello. You can trust me. I'm a doctor," he said in a low voice, giving a laugh soon after.
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Xerxes gave a wide smile. "Sylver sounds fantastic," the albino said, stretching slightly. But there was defiantly something different with Harlee - the Prince of Laughter just couldn't quite put his paw on it.
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Xerxes gave a smile. "Lets go do as Miss Raven says," the albino said, reaching out a paw to pat Alaska on the head.
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Terrence should meet Xerxes. It'd be funny XD
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Xerxes was kind of just sitting there. He couldn't think of anything to do, and when people got hurt, they didn't go looking for him. So the albino sat, watching as little bugs raced around. It made the Prince of Laughter smile faintly.
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Xerxes padded over to stand next to Hysteria, a frown on his face. Boy, were they getting lots of visits lately! Maybe they were trying to win Boneclan over or something. The thought made the albinos lips twitch into a faint smile.
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Xerxes had just been out collecting herbs. That was all he did - nothing harmful. Upon seeing someone trespass, and shamelessly so, his mussels tensed up. Not cool. The albino let out a small squeak. This wasnt about Bulletpaw, was it?! The male began to panic, blue eyes darting around. "I'M TO YOUNG TO DIEEEEE!" He cried running away its his ears flat against his head.
Because that was Xerxes for you.