Posts by derrick.

Last clan he had to visit and then he could sleep. Derrick did not want to waste any time, as he rarely got any sleep. "Hey, the Rift here. I got some news." He set the gift basket down by his paws, herbs and such thrown inside.

Derrick glanced between the two. Jeez, he forgot how weird people could be. Then again, he himself wasn't exactly all natural. Not that it was bad, but it was something to get used to again now that he wasn't on his own. "Hello to you, too. The Rift's leader, Cainsmark, disappeared without a trace or some shit. Cyrus, our deputy, has taken up leadership. He thought it'd be wise to share that information, let everyone know we got a new boss." Even though Derrick suggested it in the first place.

Oh, shit. Derrick looked down at the kid, pushing the gift basket forward. "Yeah, kid, that's the thing. I've actually got news from the Rift. Cainsmark disappeared, so Cyrus is our leader now. If you could, like, pass that on to whoever your higher ups are, that would be great."

"Mhm... anyway, Cainsmark disappeared, so Cyrus has taken up leadership," Derrick said with a shrug. "He thought it would be important to spread the word about the leader change."

What a fresh change from weekly tasks. They were something Derrick hadn't missed from living in a clan. With a heavy sighed, the winged tiger came over, "Hit me up... what do I gotta do?"

It was a good thing Jackdaw didn't expect an answer because Derrick actually didn't know. Oh, yeah, Cyrus asked them to check up on ally statuses as well... "Uh, yeah, I dunno. I'll have to get back to Cyrus on that." Huh, boy he sure hated to be the bearer of bad news. He glanced toward Hypokrisis, "Ghoulian's dead."

Derrick jumped. What? Umbrae just suddenly appeared and there had been no warning. "Fuckin'... yeah, no thanks... jeez. Ugh, anyway..." He glanced toward Kisa, but didn't say much else before looking at Umbrae again. "Cainsmark went missing, so Cyrus has finally stepped up and is now the Rift's leader. Also, Cyrus wants me to check up on our alliance. Whether you'd like to stay allies, or if we still are."

Derrick rarely had any run ins with betrayal. Unless his own betrayal to his clan counted. Even when he led stormtroopers into battle so many times, made too many friends, and joined too many clans, he never had someone betray him. People still managed to piss him off, though. Somehow. And sometimes it was worse. Once upon a time, it took killing his son or threatening his sister to send him into a rage. Now, it was an accidental bump or stepping on his toes if you caught him in a bad mood. Today, though... today he felt it would be a good day. He could smile without causing pain to his face, the anxiety loosened it's grip on his chest, and he was able to actually think without a million intruding thoughts bombarding him.

Though, something itched. It was an itch at the back of his mind, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Something was happening, but what? In an attempt to get his mind off that, he went for a stroll from the village. What a sight that met him at the beach. A serval, laying in his own blood. He paused, paw raised in the air. He had to watch with baited breath, for the next rise and fall of the smaller feline's chest. How he knew, he would never know, but he knew who it was laying there. Somehow, he knew. Then the feeling set in. The feeling of dread, and anger. His chest tightened, his blood ran cold. Why the hell was his brother laying there in his own damned blood?

He didn't say anything, too afraid to say anything. He raced to the serval's side. He knew how to deal with bleeding wounds, of all his time spent with clanners, he picked up some things. There was no time wasted. He conjured some bandages from his house, knowing he might as well take use of the power now that he could lose Soap any moment. He balled up have of them, pressing it against the wound. Immediately the red covered the white and he could feel the blood against his paw. With a very deep breath, he shut his eyes. "What the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?" As angry as he wanted to sound, it was only full of concern. His eyes fluttered open, he replaced the soaked bandage and again put pressure against the wound. What else would he need? Probably some herbs, but he was not that advanced in knowing medicine.

//i feel like this is all over the place agh

When Soap moved to try pushing his own paw away, Derrick snarled. "Don't say that. Stop it, right now. I'm going to help you." Maybe Soap wouldn't make it, but the tiger would do all he could to not let that happen. As much as he hated to admit, he really wished he joined more herb training sessions now. Anything to help out. "You don't get to leave for months and then die on my doorstep!" Yep, he was angry.

His eyes darted to the serval's mouth, watching as he coughed blood and he grimaced. Internal bleeding, most likely. He did get stabbed. He quickly looked back to meet Soap's eyes. "Shepherd? Who the hell is Shepherd?" He only waited for a few moments, pressing on the wound even harder than he had been, "Did this Shepherd do this!?"

Derrick relaxed his grip just slightly, gaze drifting up momentarily. "I'm sorry... just... " He shook his head, again pulling the soaked bandages away and conjuring more to replace them. Jeez, what else could he do!? "Where is he now? Why did he try to kill you?" Deep breaths, deep breaths... The thing thag angered him the most was someone messing with his siblings. He was suprised he hadn't done more than slap Synthon when he found out what she did to Venta.

//sorry mobile like drains my muse

"Don't tell me what to do, Soap!" Derrick wouldn't notice, but the next time he blinked, his eyes would glow the same pastel pink his irises were. "I'm not letting you die and I don't care what you say. And this Shepherd? Well, once Im done saving your ass, I'm going to hunt that son of a bitch down and tear him apart!" The air around them cooled, dropping a few degrees. He was pissed. Even though he tried his best to contain his anger, and work on that issues, he still went backwards a lot.

//is he still cursed btw?

Derrick stopped for a moment. Why was Soap using that stupid name? More importantly, why did he think he could tell the tiger what to do? If he wanted to go after someone he would. Then something snapped in his mind, figuratively, flinging those memories of the 141 to the front. His eyes grew wide for a moment and then panic set it when he realized his brother passed out. Also more anger. "Damn it!"

Derrick jolted. "What the fuck!? I thought you were dying or some shit. Make up your mind!" he hissed at the serval. He pulled the bandages away and glanced around, "I dunno how to sew, but you're gonna need stitches, so bear with me."

"Just... please don't die," he muttered. Currently, life kept throwing these stressful situations at him and frankly, if his brother died now he might have a mental breakdown. Venta came too close to death just a week ago, and that sent him on a spiral. He conjured a needle and a spool of thread. He glared at his paws, realizing this would very hard. Luckily, the thread and needle were already tied. He grabbed it with his teeth and poked it through... It took a very long time, and it was a messy job, he'd done it. He wrapped a bandage around and sat back, attempting to brush his bloody paws on the sand, which only made the sand cling to him. A bath would be in order after this.

When it came to his siblings, Derrick knew exactly where to find them. SunClan was where his dumbass, martyr of a brother lived. He was there to keep him safe. Because his sister still lived in the Rift, he would stay there. There was no way he would leave her, he was hellbent on murdering anything that dare touch her. So, dual alliance it was. He sat the border, his wounds were healing up nicely and beginning to look like just any other scar on his body. He was waiting... patiently to be noticed.

"No. Sit your ass back down. I'm getting you food and then you're resting," Derrick ordered. There was no room for argument. He already left. Minutes later he would return with a plump rabbit, tossing at the servals feet.