Posts by Dyeritso

Jericho, still on her back turned to look at the Priest. "Oh see that's the thing. I had not seen hide nor tail of you LarkFlight. I apologize for being frustrated. By the way, did you show for Casimir's kitting?" She asked a little more passive aggressive than intended.

Welp. Whoopsie. "I'm serious!" Jericho called, "Casimir did have kits a little bit ago! Go ask him! One of the kits was one of the dead in my report." Jericho hadn't meant disrespect, but she was not known for her tact. "I'm sorry!" She called, upset she lost another person due to her idiocy with social conduct.

Jericho had a lot of stuff weighing her down. She sat, staring into a river, eyes saddened. She had opened her heart a little and accidentally opened the floodgates. All the emotions of her past, everything caught up to her. Living under Cuatro's paw, killing her brother, leaving everything behind. Bacc's death and the raids on BloodClan, the emotional weight bore down like a stone, and Jericho felt her throat tighten. The tan wolf's heart hurt and she did something she had never done before. She cried. This wasn't a soft cry, it was a sob. She collapsed to the ground and sobbed. Sobbed for her brother, for Bacc had his family, for BloodClan, and for herself. Jericho's crying echo loudly but she didn't even notice.

Jericho heard the barking, and had come running. Her medical bag skidded to a halt next to Ululare. "Permission to give medical treatment?" She yipped.

"Everything." Jericho choked out, her eyes stinging from the tears. Looking at Dean she burst into another fit of sobs this one worse than the first.

"Yes," Jericho sniffled. "It's just... I was so cruel. So evil. But I couldn't feel anything. When I came to BloodClan , I was a torture expert. I could kill without remorse. But I became a doctor. I began to connect with the people of BloodClan and when I opened my heart a little all this pain came flooding out.

"No." Jericho said eyes grim. "My life dosent suck. It's great. It's the emotions. Connecting with people caused me to acess my emotions. Something I've locked away my entire life. Everything I've experienced this far can at me with a vengeance and I couldn't handle it." Jericho croaked, wiping her face. "I'm ashamed you had to see me like this. I didn't think I even possessed emotions." She added, holding her head up with what little dignity she had, as her coat was stained with tears and dusty from the ground. In fact, she looked rather ridiculous.

"I'm glad it worked out. I know the scent of that human stuff. When I was a pup, it killed a friend of mine. The poor guy took way to much and his heart exploded." Jericho said calmly.

"I have an idea." Jericho said stepping forward. "If we dig inside with claws, then we might cause internal damage. We should create an incision and then extract the bullets." She explained confidently.

The organs already cut. By the bullet. "Digging in with dirty claws increases risk of infection and damaging the body. Just. Use. Medical. Instruments. It was an idea, and yeah I knew it was a stretch but all I want is to help." Jericho said after a long pause. "Am I really cruel?" She murmured to herself, zoning out.

"Jericho stepped out from behind a tree her eyes shining with curiosity. "Hello there, where are you from?" At his worried look, the she-wolf said, "Don't worry we don't bite, well most of us anyway."

"Heh, I suppose so." Jericho said, chuckling. "The name's Jericho D. Wolfe, Doctor-not Preist of BloodClan." She introduced. "By the way do you want these anymore?" The she-wolf asked, dangling the bloodied bullets. "I would like them for studying. "

Jericho's head reeled, and she stumbled, crashing into the wall of her den. Embarrassed, she was glad no one was watching, but her blood turned to ice as she heard the sound of stiffled laughter behind her. Whipping around she saw, herself. Well the male version of her this one with a bowler hat and now tie. "Who are you?!" she barked, more embarrassed than mad.

"I'm you! he said, his eyes a bright teal. "Well alternate-realityish past life ghost of you. By the way my names Swain" 'Swain' explained. "A bit more female than I was expecting but, what can ya do? StarClan says 'go mentor your future' are you gonna argue? No. Besides you have a really fetching behind." he cooed, eyes narrowing. At this Jericho reddened and sat trying to cover her rump as much as possible. The she-wolf couldn't really say much for he had explained it all, so she tried to think but nothing came to her.

"If you need a pack mule I can lend a paw. LarkFlight." Jericho said as she was a good head above him. "I've got a strong back so I can carry that for you!"

Jericho yipped, startled. Turing to look at Inkdeath, she said, "You don't see him?" The she-wolf asked, carefully, as if the words were blades being worked around in her mouth.

Jericho turned to Armaita, saying, "Its my apparently the ghost of my former life, but he's a bit odd. And as to why I'm 'flustered' it's nothing a kit should worry about." She explained, drawing her tail closer to her behind and blushing even harder.

"Well he looked like me. Except he's a guy. He's wearing a bowler hat and a tie. And currently he's-" Jericho stopped as the ghost of Swain began making extremely vulgar motions. She blushed, but continued. "He has a thick British accent, but I can't tell what clave by he has mixed with that." The femme explained.

"Hallucinations are for the insane. I'm not insane, I'm a doctor." Jericho said, indignantly, her blushing fading. "He looks exactly like me, but his eyes are a teal." She said looking Richard up and down. "He says his name is Swain and he is real. He also says he wants to- you know I don't think I should tell you that." Jericho finished, a little of the blush creeping back.

Jericho sighed, exasperated. "Swain says he thinks you're cute Armitia. Along with some thing you needn't hear." Growling she swiped her paw at his throat trying to kill the ghost. It phased through and Swain stuck his tongue out. "You can't kill me love I'm already dead." he taunted. Jericho bore her teeth, but to the others it looked as if she was actually insane.

Jericho stumbled, this time catching herself. When she looked up, her eyes were a bright teal instead of their normal yellow. "Don't insult me anymore by asking my charge about me, she's an empty-headed moron. Ask me directly." she said in a posh British accent.