Posts by Ymir

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]AYY WELCOME BACK!!! and YEAH i liked the sound of the ambassador program it would be rly useful to create ally bonds & etc

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"...Eh?" Nighthawk looked up from where she stood beside the river up to her ears in mud and weeds, desperately digging out whatever of the nearby horse nettle she could. Nighthawk was beginning to feel like somebody who lived to work rather than worked to live lately, since every time she was around she was either picking herbs, sorting herbs, throwing out herbs, or saving a life. It felt like she no longer had free time, which was more than depressing. Regardless... she enjoyed her job. The numbness that filled her mind when she worked with the different herbs, the lull of memorization. Hadn't she found Q doing the same, forever ago when he had been a Surgeon and she a Surgeon in training? It felt like eons ago but it couldn't have been more than a month or two. She huffed, wiping a paw across her face which resulted in smearing mud all over herself. "You kids are hard to keep up with. Try not to get hurt."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]Nighthawk had considered dual membership before. Not because she was bored of the Skulls- with all the brats running around it felt impossible- but because she was interested in furthering her studies in healing and medicinal knowledge. Both times she had requested it she had never gotten a clear answer, and honestly she was a little relieved- leaving here meant being even busier and since she was the only Surgeon now, it was virtually impossible to travel back and forth. Before she had at least Q around should somebody get hurt, but since he now had the responsibilities as a Captain that was unfathomable. She might as well just drag somebody here or do it on her own, and she figured the latter was more beneficial. The black feline wandered up beside the long-legged wildcat and dipped her head to Raven. _Eh... should I know who the Coven are? Probably another random rogue group. Those show up too often nowadays. Her thoughts were distracted but she maintained her usual calm and welcoming air as she meowed, "Welcome, I am Nighthawk."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"B..." the feline rasped, frozen in her steps. The smell of blood had her running but standing there and staring at her Clanmate bathed in it sent her mind reeling. Generally, blood did not affect her, but this amount was suffocating. She didn't have a fear of blood, she would have known before walking into this job, but such a large amount made her throat feel desert dry and her mouth began to have a throbbing ache. What... the hell, was this? She gritted her teeth and forced herself to pad through the sticky blood that seemed black now in the shadow, her eyes thin. [b]"None of it is yours, right?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]TW: self-harm & schizophrenic episodes

Nighthawk was having another episode. The normally calm and friendly Surgeon was standing with her shoulders hunched, blood dripping from her wrist from the slight incisions made from a rapid slash. Just a slip of the paw, an accident, right? Her normally intense yellow eyes were dazed as she watched the blood seep through the cracks in the wood of the boat. She stood in plain view on deck, the night wind whipping her fur as she felt a manic smile pull at her lips. She brought her wrist to her muzzle, inhaling deeply and dragging her tongue slowly across the open gash, the salty copper taste stinging her tongue.

"Doesn't compare," she whispered hoarsely, laughing in a ragged exhale as she let her paw fall, spraying blood loose again. Her gaze lifted to the air in front of her at something she could only see, and her eyes narrowed as she strained her muscles in her back, arching it and hissing defiantly. "[i]WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! MIND YOUR OWN GOD DAMN BUSINESS!" She spat out a nasty laugh before collapsing, her body trembling as she stared at the blood soaked wood. What had she been reduced to? She seemed barely conscious of herself as she ground her teeth violently, her body jerking in seizure like movements. It was clear the female was not herself.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]She was pleased to have reached a point where names became familiar to her, so much that she could feel pride in some like Ravenkit and Basil who she had watched grow up under Ghostwriter's supervision. Of course, Auresque's promotion made her bristle a little but she mentioned nothing of it, ears twitching slightly as she calmed herself. The ambassador program she was looking forward to possibly getting involved in, since she could perhaps expand her horizons while still qualifying as working while she was away, especially after she got some Surgeon trainees under her wing to fill in her place while she was gone. All in due time though, she had a clan to take care of and they were immensely reckless. "Congratulations, you all," she purred, her gaze thoughtful. She did have a candidate in mind for the new position being enacted, but she would announce it later- she needed to do some thinking.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"Something to kill time sounds nice," she meowed with a little purr, tail twitching behind her. Something to distract her was more appropriate, all these weird wounds showing up on her body made her think it was more than reckless sleep walking. Right, something to get her mind off that. If she was sleepwalking, she could just exhaust herself right? If she was unconscious she wouldn't wander off and get hurt so badly. She stared at her injured wrist a little mournfully.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]At this point a doctor wouldn't be enough for the psychotic femme, she was completely different from her usual self, as if something had broken inside of her. Her golden eyes lacked their usual luster and seemed to stare hollowly into the distance, completely oblivious to the two figures crowding her as she spammed and lashed out in random directions, eyes rolling back in her head. "G-Get out of m-" she rumbled, before Ghostwriter's mental manipulation took effect and it was if a light had been turned off, causing her to fall suddenly still. A few moments later her eyes opened to reveal an expression of sleepiness, pain, and then fear as she struggled to stand, exhaustion making her feeble. The smell of blood made her anxious and when she realized it was her own her eyes snapped wide open as she pressed a paw to the wound. "...?" A confused noise escaped her maw, and for a moment the usually confident female looked like a scared child, body caving in on itself.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]She was interested in foreign relations, even if it came as a shock to those around her since her entire life seemed to have recently been dedicated to her job, but when the slender- if not malnourished- feline came into view she seemed hardly phased by her own attendance and seated herself plainly, eyes lighting up thoughtfully. She paid no mind to those already "taken" seeing as Q had already stated it wasn't first come first serve, and merely assessed each one individually. She decided she ought to stick to smaller clans that were easier to keep up with since she still had her duties as a sole Surgeon, and definitely a clan closer to them than most. One she knew more about... She had at least one or two now. "My first choice is Rushingclan, I lived there for a short time and might have some distant fifteenth cousin running around if I look hard enough. I think I'm a decent candidate because I have experience with our allies after traveling to most of them before to request an alliance, specifically Darkclan which is my second choice... in fact, now that I think about it I have an old buddy there I wouldn't mind using for communication purposes. I'd also say I'm pretty trustworthy since I've been around since Bleachedbones' reign, so you don't have to worry about me hiding anything or what have you." Plus as a bonus, she could hit up whoever was talking herbs over there or at least try and find a library.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]Nighthawk was up early that morning to finish mulling over her decision before she finally got the guts to do it right around noon, and for the first time that day the battered Surgeon slid from her dark den out into the open and leaped into the deck, tail whisking behind her like a flag in the faint breeze from the ocean. She let it's spray cool her off as she bounded onto the place where Q usually held meetings. It felt odd standing here but he had given her to go ahead to promote as she saw fit, so now was the time to do so. "Skulls, please gather for an announcement regarding the medical team." She paused to sit down and shuffle her paws on the wood, letting the grainy texture familiar to her ease her stress as she dipped her head. "I have put some thought into my decision, and I would like for Summerkit and Jekyll to take up the position of Surgeon in Training to work under my guidance if that is what they desire. You have both shown promise both in your budding interests and your behavior, and I can trust you both to be good students if you're willing to work at it. You're free to deny the position, of course."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]There was something odd about Ghostwriter. Maybe she was one to talk with her episodes followed by amnesia, but the oddness in the girls behavior were beginning to get troublesome, which only piqued Nighthawk's interest. Always one to be careful, she merely watched from a distant dozing in a tree nearby, ears twitching a few times as gnats flew around her head. She was interested to see how this played out.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]Like mother like daughter. She really did take after Ghostwriter's strange and slightly sadistic nature sometimes, and it was interesting to see small parts of the woman leaking through to her kids (who seemed to be the entire population of the Skulls nowadays, but she preferred it sometimes.) Nighthawk had been an elite huntress before receding into a life of medicine, and watching the kit learn to hunt really brought back the memories of the thrill of hunting. Her face was unreadable as she slipped over, tail flicking thoughtfully. "Using your teeth and claws give your kill a more personal feel, I think."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"Welcome back," Nighthawk meowed in response, glad that at least Ghostwriter was sticking around. Now that the thrill of Q's promotion seemed to be falling flat (though things still felt hectic to her if they weren't completely silent) it seemed that activity had faltered yet again- just as it had during Bleachedbones and Velkan's reign. She was sick of history repeating herself, and she could only feel her hopes for her former mentor faltering yet again. She gave an amiable flick of her tail. "You didn't miss much."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]The female took a moment to blink in shock as Ravenkit swallowed her advice easily, before giving something of a warm smile no matter how fake it was. At this rate, everything since she had come to the Skulls had been a façade and she could only be relieved nobody had called her out for it yet. As Ravenkit killed yet another boar, this time using her own teeth, Nighthawk couldn't help but feel a small burst of pride as she accepted in gratefully, aiming to ruffle the kid's head affectionately. "You're gonna be the best hunter around at this rate. I couldn't even take a squirrel at your age."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]The sound of a scream piercing the usual silence of the day made Nighthawk tense, and upon seeing Jekyll race by she quickly followed, bringing with her bandages and dock and alder bark per usual while praying the victim was still alive. She had to be, if she was screaming, right? Arriving on the scene with her ears pinned, she hovered back until the threat was being handled. Her fighting skills were exceptionally poor, she was really only good at hunting and healing, and injuring herself further would be of no good. She then moved forward and aimed to grab Crookedkit by the scruff and pull her away from the badger, ears pinned. "Maybe you shouldn't go around sticking your nose in badger den's, hmm?" Her voice was not patronizing but gentle as it was with young patient as she aimed to press cobwebs to her bleeding flank and eye, chewing up the alder bark and aiming to apply it as well. She would have loved to turn this into a moment for a lesson on eye injuries for Jekyll, but it seemed the time was inappropriate since there was an enemy being handled... by him, nonetheless.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"Jekyll, Summerkit," the ebony feline summoned in a clear voice, poking her head out of the den and waving down a couple NPC's who ran off the fetch the two. She was eager to start training as soon as possible, because she knew that she needed two able assistants and potential heirs to the Surgeon rank for when- as it was no longer a matter of "if"- she was rendered unable to work, thanks to the looming threat of whatever dangers sought her out. She pressed her lips together as she looked down at the healing scab on her wrist from her strange incident, which was only one of many. How could she remain a Surgeon with such pressing issues? The answer was simple, she couldn't, so she needed them to learn quickly to take her place. They had a lot of promise, if they were willing to act on it. She retreated to her den where she waited for them, tail curling around her skilled paws.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]bump!!!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]She gave a swift nod, itching to leave as soon as possible so she could escape the hell that living trapped in her den had become. Glancing towards the other candidates she gave a nod, committing it to heart the best she could, even if they were recorded somewhere. "Thanks. I'll head to Rushingclan soon to make arrangements and check on things." As soon as she packed some traveling herbs, really. The sooner the better.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]"It does have its ups and downs, the sea is nice." Nighthawk's voice bordered on impassive but she still upheld her usual warm expression as she dipped her head to the narcissist, finding she could see a lot of herself reflected in his attitude- the herself she kept hidden, though. Her tail flicked behind her as she absently picked at the bandages wrapped around her wrist, eyes distant. [b]"Welcome to the Skulls, of course. I'm Nighthawk, a Surgeon, so come to see me if you bump your head or fall on something sharp. How long do you think you'll stay?"

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia]So she had been assigned to be the ambassador of Rushingclan, and as such she now was requested to keep an eye on things here and make monthly reports. Just to have a breath of fresh air from the cramped territory was enough to bring her back to reality. The breeze was nice here and it was beautiful territory, she could see where they got their name no matter how egotistical it sounded to call ones home paradise. Ah, first thing to report- a name change. No longer Rushingclan, but the Tribe of Submerged Paradise. When she had been here it had been the Tribe of Rushinf Water... my how time did fly. "Hello?"

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