Posts by dante

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]He knew he should see a medic, or at least someone that could help him. Someone that wasn't losing blood and getting a tad bit panicked by that fact. Damien limped into PhantomClan territory, knowing it was a claimed land by the scent that surrounded him.

He had never joined a clan before, though he had always been fascinated by them. The way everyone in it worked together for the good of their clan members. It was something he would have joined sooner, if he could have.

The ebony colored german shepherd pinned his ears back as he continued forward, further into the territory. He didn't mean to alarm anyone, what with there being no form of communication beforehand and a slight blood trail behind him. No one knew who he was, and he knew no one. Hopefully he chose a clan that wouldn't attack, banish, or kill him.

//there's a cut upon his back left paw pad, a deep gash along his left flank, and a few light scratches along his back,, he had gotten attacked by a cougar[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]His heart gave one, hard pound as he heard the yell the lioness made. Turning his dark eyes over to her, he blinked for a moment. How should he react to this hostile greeting? She did call for a medic, but her tone seemed harsh. He meant no harm, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try his best to defend himself. The German shepherd let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding before replying to the lioness.

"My name is Damien Antov," he began, clearly out of breath. "I'm sorry this is so sudden, but PhantomClan was the closest place I could get help." His pained eyes watched her, wondering if said medic would run up any minute. How large was their territory, anyway? Their main camp could be miles from here.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]It was within one minute when he saw the wolf sprint up to him and the lioness. It brought him a sense of comfort, seeing someone willing to heal him despite the fact he wasn't a clan member.

"Thank you," Damien murmured gratefully, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The canine sat down for the medic, registering what the male told him. "How long will it take to heal?" he inquired, furrowing his fictional eyebrows and looking at the gash and scratches. Perfect for the impatient dog.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien gazed at the healer in confusion and distaste. Did he really think that he was the type of person to put his needs before others? He shook his head, which caused him to feel a bit dizzy what with the lack of blood.

"No, not if it causes you to get effected. How long will it heal with regular treatment?" The canine had said in a stern voice before turning to look at his wound. The pain was definitely real. He had tried as hard as possible to not wince as the healer patched up his scratches.

He then looked up, surprised to see another person who had approached them. Hearing his words brought an awkward smile to his face. Kindness was spreading just as the pain was. "Thank you," he barked in reply. Damien's ears then swiveled forward, remembering the attack. It was more of an ambush, on the feline's part, and he had no idea why it happened. "A cougar attacked me," the canine said, embarrassed that this was the reason why he was meeting clan members.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien padded up to Chica and the unknown male, limping due to the healing wound on his paw. His eyes furrowed as he registered what the Westerosi said.

"I'm interested in going," he barked, blinking at Ace. He hadn't been to one of these before, so he had no idea what to expect.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]tracking!![size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]All the words the healer spoke blurred in Damien's mind due to the blood loss and the amount he was speaking. He frowned as the male continued to do what he told him not to, but didn't fight it. Next time, he wouldn't let the healer do this. If there was a next time.

"You'll be okay, though?" he inquired, gazing at him with uncertainty. [size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien hesitated, thinking it through his head. The healer, whose name he still didn't know, said he would be fine. If that was so, then he guessed he could give it a try.

"Okay.. you can do i-" he then cut off, at another person's arrival. The smaller male was a little bit all up in his face. Pinning his ears back, Damien watched the strange, small clanner.

"Uh.. nice to meet you, Fish. I'm Damien." Today was just a strange day in general.

//rushed and mobile [size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien123 has logged on
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Damien: this is difficult.
Damien: um I'm not sure if I want to be in on this knife conversation [size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]tracking,, I really hate school so I'm just scrolling through threads here

Damien needs friends, that awkward loner [size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Oh, he was the healer - or physician? He honestly had thought the white male tending to him was. "Nice to meet you, Xeryus," he woofed, glancing down at the male tending to him before saying any more.

"I don't think I need anything else. He's-" Damien then let out a gasp as the male basically did magic before his eyes. He barely took in his words as he gazed in awe at his paw.

"I feel... much better," he murmured, shocked. The canine then saw what Bandit was doing with his newly formed gash and frowned, pointing to it with his wounded paw.

"You'll give that to a mouse or something, like you said, right? I'm going to feel guilty seeing that on you each time I see you." His dark eyes flickered to the male's eyes, concerned.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien: i wasn't aware everyone here were experts with knives

Damien: Hi, Fish[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The ebony colored canine still couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. He had agreed to give this stranger a wound, and it wasn't a small one at that. He did promise him that he'd be okay, though. Hopefully he was telling the truth.

"Thank you again," he told Bandit, standing up with a brief smile. He then cast a glance at the others there. They all seemed pretty nice. Actually, much nicer than anyone else he ever met. "Could I join?" he inquired, his ears pricked up. "Not temporarily. I think I'd like to stay."[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien: I haven't had pie in forever. Does anyone know where to get some?

Damien: Who's Ghosty?[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Just in time! Or possibly too late. He couldn't tell, as it was his first ever 'greeting-into-the-clan' thing. Judging by the amount of clan members already here, it was likely the latter.

He turned his dark eyes towards the newcomer, offering her an awkward, forced smile. Listening to what the others said, the canine decided to say some words. "Nice to meet you and welcome. I'm Damien," he barked with a little nod of the head. He was fairly new himself, so it wasn't too long ago when he was in her shoes. Damien sat back, seeing as his job was done, and decided to try and match names to faces.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Damien: Oh, sorry. Right, I um, didn't know.

Damien: Cherry? I like cherries, so probably cherry.

Damien: I'd make you something, but I don't bake. At all.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The warmth radiating off of Bandit did make him feel welcome, but also a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't shown this much attention when being acted kind upon usually. His awkward, toothy smile appeared once more, as he tried to show his gratitude.

"It's nice to meet you, Bandit," he woofed in reply, churning over that last statement in his head. Ex-king? Did he do something bad to cause his rank to fall? Despite his curious, somewhat negative thoughts, Damien felt a growing trust towards the male.

"I'll, uh, just go find somewhere to rest now," he began, padding towards the inner part of their territory before jumping with realization. "Unless you'd like me to do something, since you just allowed me to join. Should I go hunt or something?"[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]*, they were throwing an event? He hadn't even known this. Having just woken up from a nap and stumbled over to see what the noise was, Damien's face would have flushed red if possible. The German shepherd gazed at all the strangers that possessed different scents.

"Uh... thanks for coming," he woofed at the strangers in general, glancing around to see if he could find any of his own clan members.[size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]mE omg fakie i'd love to do that [size=3pt]a

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]tracking,, i plan on participating when i get the chance!![size=3pt]a