Posts by — MEDICINEMAN

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Not an island. Anything but an island.


    The panther sighed as he pulled himself onto the shore of the clans grounds, shaking out his usually neat black coat to get rid of the water. He let out a small growl of frustration that he didn't have any of the powers that those fancy asses in the clans usually had, so he couldn't just freeze a path across or something. In fact, he had almost no powers. It was a shame really, since it would make his job so much fucking easier if he could. Especially that teleportation power. Just teleport in and out of the drop off spot - boom, done.


    Alas, that was not the case. Luckily, he did have conjuration, so he conjured up his bag of 'merchandise' - aka some of the strongest drugs he was supposed to deliver to people - and sat down, focusing his emerald gaze on the path before him. Walking down the faint path, the large feline looked around, calling out as his paws hit rough stones that marked the beginning of inland, "Hello? Anybody here?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]What - what the hell?


    He blinked and looked around for the source of the voice, a frown curling onto the panther's muzzle. The male rumbled, a voice slightly edging on a growl from deep in his chest, "No, I've actually been told by several people I deliver to I'm a little ray of sunshine - granted, most of them are either drunk or high when they call me this, but there's gotta just be something with my smile that enchants them, right?" His voice was absolutely dripping with sarcasm, but he took a deep breath and said, tail giving a lash lazily from behind him, "Now where the hell are you?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]His bright green eyes widened as the child started shouting, and the tired panther looked around desperately for the source of the noise, "Hey! Stop that, stop that now! I don't know what the hell kind of game you're playing kid, but I'm here to join!"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Med tensed as he felt something latch onto his leg, and he was about to seat it off with ferocity, but when he realized it was just a child, he froze up slightly. Best not to piss off anyone in this clan by flinging their kid across the beach. As he felt Janes on his back, he rolled his eyes and flicked his ears as they were batted, rumbling as he tried to gentle flop on his side, and hopefully throw the kid off gently, "Good luck with that, kid. Your 'wrath' isn't exactly noteworthy."


    When he heard Dandelion, he tried to straighten and shake out his pelt, the panther quickly trying to explain, "I'm just trying to join here, ma'am. I swear I'm not trying to hurt the kid." He really couldn't afford to get tossed in the water after swimming all that way.

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]He glared back at the child and stuck his tongue out in true immature teenage fashion, mumbling quietly, "Playing my ass. I'm glad you're too tiny to do any real damage or I'd be bleeding. Luckily you're just a youngling"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Settling his black pelt, the panther turned his full attention to the anxious feline and meowed, "I'm Medicineman, although you can call me Med." He settled back down, glancing at Janes with a smirk that said, 'hah see I'm gonna get excepted you little shit.'

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]The panther was laying rather peacefully out in the sand, letting the sun beat down on his black pelt and warm it up. A smile smile curled on his muzzle as he relaxed, feeling the tension from his muscles dissipate. He wasn't exactly a stressed person, since he was too old to be just discovering the world, but too young to be a full adult who had worries and responsibilities, it was mostly his work that stressed him out.


    In fact, his satchel full of nondescript drugs sat beside him as he laid there, his eyes closed in a blissful moment of peace. As he pulled his head back, he yawned and mumbled, settling his head on top of his paws, "This place is wonderfully quiet..."

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]Jesus - what was this kid's problem?


    Sighing, he got to his paws and rolled his shoulders, snarling at the younger as he lashed his tail, "Bad idea, kid." He then tried to gently whack the child off of him with hid long black tail, turning his emerald gaze on him and rumbling, trying to tower over Janes, "You realize I'm a clanmate now, right kid? What's with the attacking me and shit?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]He blinked and twisted around, his dark black tail always seeming to follow a moment after him as he prodded the child with a large black paw, blinking at him and frowning slightly, "Eh, kid, what's wrong? Are you crying?" He realized - with a bit of panic - that he wasn't sure what to do in this situation. He hastily conjured up a box of tissues, mumbling quietly, "C'mon kid, why'd you have to fall off?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;]His eyes widened slightly as the kid used the profanity, and he was briefly worried that he'd be growled at later for being a bad influence for the child, but he quickly recovered, saying with a frown, "Well, I've got stuff that could help with your head, but I doubt I wouldn't get in trouble for it." He gently leaned down to poke at the child's head with his muzzle, rumbling, "It'll stop hurting soon. It wasn't that long of a fall."