Posts by Frightfur Seraphim M. !

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur looked incredibly tired when she reached the Rift from Colour Command late evening on Valentine’s Day. Actually, she looked impossibly tired. So tired that it seemed she shouldn’t even be standing and up and about at all. And she probably shouldn’t have been traveling back and forth between her homes after giving birth to five little kits a few hours earlier. In fact, she shouldn’t even have left the newborns back at home in Colour Command just to check on the Rift, but she wasn’t the kind of soldier to shirk her duty.

The maine coon sighed restlessly and when she was suddenly handed a cookie by Sugar, she stopped in her tracks. Green eyes widened with surprise and she turned her head to look Sugarpop in the face. ”Really, for me?” she spoke in a quieter tone than usual,”Thanks, Sugarpop. Umm, has yer Valentine’s Day gone well?” Frightfur took the cookie gently to not-so-gently take a bite into it, starting to smile through her exhausted expression.

*:･ﾟ✦ As the Rift’s ambassador to Sunclan, he had visited and offered the idea of sandcastle building for an event between them. The Sunclanners had been swift and great at setting it up. So, when the maine coon femme came across the letter by Thea, he smiled and called out,”RIFTERS, listen! We’re invited to a sandcastle building event in Sunclan! Anyone and everyone is welcome to go!”

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur blinked as Archi arrived and attempted to comfort Imagine. As much as she hoped Imaginedragons was okay, too, she still wondered for the entire community of the Empire. Children could be missing...Had it, would it, all go underwater?

She shot a quick glance at Archipelagoisland and nodded. "Right, I'll inform them immediately," she drawled as she turned and started toward the lighthouse deeper into the territory at a brisk pace.

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*:･ﾟ✦ The maine coon Commander had rushed back to the lighthouse as soon as she could. She wasn't sure how their friends in the Empire were doing right now, but she had reason to believe they were in deep trouble. Something terrible had happened.

Frightfur set herself in front of the lighthouse and called out, in a demanding voice that was reinforced with telepathy so that her message would reach as many comrades as possible,"RIFTERS! Listen to me! Imaginedragons recently returned from visiting in the Empire with news. The Empire's territory has been destroyed by a flood. As their friends, I say we visit them and do all of what we can to help them in the face of this disaster. I'll be sending a patrol over there as soon as possible and if anyone would like to go with me, please say so!" 

With that she waited for others to hear her news and maybe even for Imagine and Archi to show up as well.

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*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur appeared in the back of the crowd, muttering to herself and trying to look busy with paying attention or sometimes just rapping her claws against the ground. Most the welcomes and returners weren't new news so she let the news fly in one ear and out the other other, humming as Yuri talked on. Only when the five little babies she'd had the unfortunate experience of giving birth to were mentioned did she smile slyly, embarrassed in an angry manner, as she looked away. She didn't feel like talking or even calling a welcome like she usually did and instead keep her mouth dangerously zipped shut.

*:･ﾟ✦ Fright blinked in mild surprise as the other revived and was breathing okayish again. She honestly expected him to pass out or worse. She licked her lips and cocked her head, "Respiratory problems? Woah. Well, take it easy. Wouldn't want you to die on us," the cowboy drawled carelessly. The canid was from Blizzardclan. He'd said it himself.

Jude mentioned he wasn't a nice fighter. Fright frowned a little at that but she shrugged,"I might could give you a job somewhere, anyway, welcome to this place, pardner. As I said, I'm Frightfur, a medic 'round here sorta."

*:･ﾟ✦ Fright shrugged like an asshole savage as soon as Lucien said he'd done this shit to himself. She halfway been expecting it and was testing to see if he'd admit it. He'd hurt himself before, after all.

Fright stepped away from her once best friend and grumbled, eyes of deadly nuclear waste only softening on Kieran. "Don't worry, Kier, he can take of himself. I have other things to do, huh?" like sleep and eat and mind her own damn business. She moved to brush against Kieran's side, thankful that he'd shown up at her call but she was quickly thinking how unnecessary it was now. Her head turned to give Lucien a fleeting glance and she ignored parts of her white fur stained in gold,"Have it yer way, Lucien."

If she got reports or caught wind of him having ANY problems at all later tonight, she'd be breaking down his door to help him to the hospital so things would be alright.

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur was reasonably happy to see Archi's face peer over the side of the balcony as she stole a spot to watch from down below. The week had been somewhat rough for her. She had given birth in Colour Command and the Ridt had been her getaway even more so. Valentine's Day hadn't been awesome to say the least, despite her (mostly) happy marriage. She gazed upward with a perky expression and a candy sucker crammed in her mouth, giving nothing away but light-hearted curiosity as per usual.

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur was sleeping and unconcerned about anything that could possibly happening at the moment...until she got Yuri's telepathic message. She could easily pick apart what was a dream and what wasn't and this message was nothing like Yuri would say in a dream. Whisp sprouted wings?? Oh, please. Maybe this was dream.

With a flash of white light, the pale maine coon summoned herself beside Kieran, grouchily looked about until she spotted Whisp. The wings...were true. "Oh! Ya really have new wings. Whisp, uh right, I do have something for pain," she hummed and produced a thin shaving of willow bark, with just enough surface area to look like a drunk coaster. She stepped to shove it at the newly winged child of hers,"Chew in this awhile and you won't hurt so much, dear."

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur arrived shortly after Archipelagoisland, green eyes assessing the demonic wolf and the unconscious feline at the shores. ”Hey, we can help,” the maine coon spirit muttered as her nuclear waste eyes honed in on Toxicwaste’s state and bleeding cuts. It didn’t appear the feline was currently awake to say where he hurt and where he didn’t so that was that.

Her head swiveled to Seeker and she moved closer, drawling in a western american accent,”Who’re y’all? And what happened to your friend? You look like survivors of the titanic.”

*:･ﾟ✦ ”Howdy then, Mr. Barnes,” the drawling voice of Frightfur sounded. She was somewhat familiar with the maine coon Ruiner before her, having seen his face on behalf of Colour Command plenty. The likewise pale maine coon and her rainbow of band aides that stuck on her fur appeared at the docks. She didn’t get too close. It wasn’t that she wanted to look unfriendly, because she honestly didn’t mind if she did or nor, but she wasn’t a swimmer and the docks were just too close a call if she were to fall off.

”As commander of the Rift, I’d have no problem accepting this invite…so what’s it for?” Fright asked with a raised blue brow.

*:･ﾟ✦ The demonstration slowly began to make more sense as soon as the hypothetical situation where the deer was alive was brought in. Yeah, because nobody would ever heal a dead thing. Fright’s eyes glanced to the shattered leg bone with a grin, a sick one at that. Most injuries didn’t bring him amusement but it was just that this patient was already dead and somehow that was funny.

”Fine, IF the deer were still alive, the shattered bone would need to be forced back in place and the bleeding controlled. From there, a thick layer of bandages may be wrapped around the leg where it’s been broken to serve as a sorta cast or, if really needed, a splint could be made with a stick or something wrapped in cloth to make it more comfortable and tied at the top and bottom around the broken bone to keep it in place. No matter what, the patient would need something for pain and to rest and ice to keep bruising and swelling on the down low, ” the maine coon hummed as she explained what she’d do to help. She had written a journal to train her own medics back home so she was fairly confident in her work even if she didn’t fit the healing type.

*:･ﾟ✦ It was often she got out here. Wanderer’s Cove was usually a bummer. The water was tempting and the critters that swam in it seemed to have a great time. But she never would. The pale maine coon showed up by chance and curiously at the sound of a new voice. It was clear by her scrunched nose and stiff movements that she was either really uncomfortable to be so near to the water or she was in a pissy mood.

Frightfur winced at the ocean’s spray as she tried creeping up by the rocks Chesspieces had laid himself out on. She didn’t dare look at the npc kids playing in the water a ways off and how fine they seemed to be at swimming. ”Guess ya haven’t met me? Frighty. Frightfur Seraphim. That’s me,” came her sharp, western accent,”Oh, and, yea, I got question. Two of ‘em. Who’re you and what did you do before getting here?” Normally she wouldn’t have asked about his life, but he’d opened that can or worms himself so of course she’d asked.

Her eyes drifted to Sidewalkpup and she strained a smile. So this new face was a former Blizzardclanner? She didn’t see people of that faction very often at all so this might be interesting.

*:･ﾟ✦ It was her supersenses that alerted her that someone was at the border this time and she was thankful to find them working (somewhat) like she wanted her powers to. It didn’t take the spirit long to arrive alongside Chesspieces but it took her longer that it would if she’d sucked it up and used here teleportation, which she had decided against.

”Ridgewhiskey! Wow, that really you? Where’veya been all this time?” Frightfur didn’t sound angry or even in total disbelief but rather she sounded poking and amusement in her words. She hadn’t thought the former Officer and medic would make a reappearance but here he was after all. ”Uh, it’s me Frigthfur, excuse this maine coon body is all,” she muttered to make sure she’d be recognized since she wasn’t currently possessing her signature bionic serval form.

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur snickered at the image Sidewalkpup’s rambling brought up. Surely this little golden guy wasn’t really a rough ‘n tough thug who punched people in the street…but who knew. Whether it were true or not, he seemed a nice person at the moment so the maine coon femme showed little mistrust in her fierce, nuclear waste green eyes.

”Well, just about any group you could be apart of is likely fine, yeah. But I wanna know too. Where else do ya live? And welcome, partner then, to the Rift! Call me Frighty,” the white and band aid covered maine coon feline said as she stepped up near Sidewalkpup and Streetfighter to examine the newest addition to the beachside community.