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THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - Character Graveyard. - 05-04-2018
LUNAFREYA N.F.
✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly
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Like she usually was, Luna was on patrol around the territory. She had decided to check around the Ruins. Another isolated part of the territory, like the burnt forest. The entrance of the Ruins cast shadows on the outskirts of the city, possibly causing others to shiver as they passed it.
The winged-serval had sought out the Ruins in search of some peace & quiet. But little did the female know- she wasn't alone. For the silhouette of a feline had stalked her from the shadows. When the female came to a seat in the ruined city, the strange feline drew a knife and before she knew it, the knife entered Luna's chest before leaving quickly.
Gasping and wheezing, the female managed to get to her paws and stumble out of the Ruins- a trail of blood behind her.
The winged-serval had sought out the Ruins in search of some peace & quiet. But little did the female know- she wasn't alone. For the silhouette of a feline had stalked her from the shadows. When the female came to a seat in the ruined city, the strange feline drew a knife and before she knew it, the knife entered Luna's chest before leaving quickly.
Gasping and wheezing, the female managed to get to her paws and stumble out of the Ruins- a trail of blood behind her.
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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - Suiteheart - 05-04-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]It seemed Suiteheart had a knack for being drawn to tragedy. The polar bear always tended to show up after an accident had occurred - she was basically a shittier version of Mothman. Anyhow, that being said, she easily found Luna.
Much like the winged serval, the Starstruck Guardian had been patrolling. The recent meeting had her on high alert, no matter what was said. The verbal argument between she, Roy, and Maes had left her with a sour taste in her mouth, and for whatever reason, she thought running patrols would relieve her of the taste. These thoughts would soon shed away as she scented the metallic smell of blood mingled with Lunafreya's scent.
Hurrying toward the scene, the girl reached her quickly. "Holy shit, Luna, what happened?" she demanded. Worry sparkled in her dark eyes as she attempted to pick Luna up and set her on her back. Suiteheart was going to find help, but she wasn't going to leave the serval. She'd gladly carry Luna all the way to camp.
"Can we get a fucking healer?" she yelled, voice booming.
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Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - Margaery - 05-05-2018
Perhaps Margaery's presence would be more a nuisance here than anything else. She knew little about healing and if it hadn't been for the fact that she had just returned from hunting, probably would have lost control at the mere scent of Lunafreya's blood. She managed to fight her instincts though - both to avoid Suiteheart and launch herself at her clanmate - drawing nearer and nearer to the pair as she assessed the situation.
[color=#b14767]"I'll go after the culprit," She finally offered, knowing that there wasn't much else she could do. A concerned gaze would fall momentarily upon Luna before she turned to leave, the scent of some unfamiliar feline still fresh in the air. If she caught the creature, she would kill them, no questions asked. Nobody, and she meant nobody harmed her clanmates and got away with it.
[color=#b14767]"I'll go after the culprit," She finally offered, knowing that there wasn't much else she could do. A concerned gaze would fall momentarily upon Luna before she turned to leave, the scent of some unfamiliar feline still fresh in the air. If she caught the creature, she would kill them, no questions asked. Nobody, and she meant nobody harmed her clanmates and got away with it.
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - ★ HAZEL - 05-05-2018
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Honestly, the last thing Hazel wanted to do was follow the sound of Suiteheart’s booming yell. Her mind said to stay, to let the adults handle it, that she would only get in the way and make it worse, but her heart yelled that she was a part of this clan now. If there was anything useful she had learned from her old home, it was that they were all held responsible, for everything that happened to each other.
Hazel made up her mind after her paws had already started moving, carrying her in the direction of the ruins. Suite wasn’t far outside camp already, so it didn’t take long. Hazel skidded to a halt, making sure to keep her distance from Suite’s path so she didn’t get underfoot. It was startling to see the polar bear’s brilliant white fur dark with crimson blood. Hazel’s heart stuttered in her chest at the sight of Luna lying limp atop the bear, knowing that she was gravely injured.
It was horrible, knowing that Luna needed a healer and Hazel had absolutely no knowledge of medicine. Actually, did...did anybody in The Ascendants have medical knowledge? It hadn’t occurred to her that aside from a stable structure and leader, a clan also needed a healer. Deus, Hazel hoped Luna survived. She liked Luna - enjoyed her company.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Hazel asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Hazel made up her mind after her paws had already started moving, carrying her in the direction of the ruins. Suite wasn’t far outside camp already, so it didn’t take long. Hazel skidded to a halt, making sure to keep her distance from Suite’s path so she didn’t get underfoot. It was startling to see the polar bear’s brilliant white fur dark with crimson blood. Hazel’s heart stuttered in her chest at the sight of Luna lying limp atop the bear, knowing that she was gravely injured.
It was horrible, knowing that Luna needed a healer and Hazel had absolutely no knowledge of medicine. Actually, did...did anybody in The Ascendants have medical knowledge? It hadn’t occurred to her that aside from a stable structure and leader, a clan also needed a healer. Deus, Hazel hoped Luna survived. She liked Luna - enjoyed her company.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Hazel asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - BASTILLEPAW - 05-05-2018
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Bastille was probably the last person that should be here. It just had to be Luna, didn't it? The bengal, a few paces behind Hazel, slid to a jagged stop and simply froze momentarily, staring. There was a heartbeat of perfect stillness, followed by a low thrumming fury as the wind around them kicked up violently. He was already moving forward, however, heedless to the way he brushed against Hazel in passing as he lurched forward. Oh, he was pissed, and wanted nothing more than to chase after the culprit with Margy, but there were more pressing concerns.
"Move," he muttered, nudging up against Suite and pushing at her with his shoulder. It was a little rougher than intended, probably, but there was blood everywhere and that was his fucking mentor in harm's way, again. He pressed his paws firmly to the wound, slowing the bleeding as he rapidly sorted through the basic knowledge he had. Conjuring cobwebs around his paws, the bengal started to systematically cover the stab wound, conjuring more and more until he had a thick coverage to stop the bleeding. "If that shit was poisoned, we're fucked, but chervil should be enough to keep it from getting infect," he muttered, before saying louder, [b]"We need to get her back to camp now."
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - Suiteheart - 05-06-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]When Margaery arrived, Suiteheart immediately felt the concern and wariness roll off her wife in waves thanks to their shared bond. The chocolate point seemed to realize her place was elsewhere, and she quickly ran off to pursue the attacker. Suite wanted to call out to her to help them, but she knew it would be no good; Margaery was distancing herself for good reason.
Hazel was next up, and Suiteheart let a sigh of relief tumble passed her lips. At Hazel's inquiry, she opened her mouth to request anything to staunch the bleeding, but Bastillepaw's entrance caught her off guard - particularly the hard shove. Wind wiped violently around the growing group, and Suite's dark eyes widened momentarily. She forgot how powerful this kid was. She wanted to tell him to simmer down -- if only a hair -- but knew it was better left unsaid. He was a ticking time bomb at this point.
Instead, she watched as he quickly bandaged her up the best he could before explain camp was the only way to go. She was slightly worried about moving Luna, but staying here would surely be its own death sentence. "Marigold'll help with infection... So will burdock root," she murmured, her brain running at a hundred miles an hour.
At his next words, she nodded. "I'll get her there as quickly as I can, kiddo." With that, the large creature set off. Her movements were quick and easy, catlike. These combined things at least made a smooth ride for Lunafreya. Thanks to her large strides, it wouldn't be too long until camp was within range.
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - Character Graveyard. - 05-06-2018
LUNAFREYA N.F.
✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly
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Allowing herself to go limp while Suitheart lifted her onto her back, Luna would hiss before she spoke. "I was going on a walk in the ruins when something or someone came up behind me. I'm not sure who it was- but they left a few minutes before all of you got here."
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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯
Re: THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open - guts - 05-06-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Maes had been out and about when he came across the ruins. He had never seen the place before, so he was a bit intrigued. But before he could check it out for himself, he noticed the group of people gathered, who were now hurrying away back towards camp. Concern quickly bubbles up inside him, his interest in the ruins forgotten as he follows after them. He isn't sure what happened, but he sure as hell knows it wasn't good.
Before he can ask, he catches glimpses of their conversation, piecing it together that someone had been attacked and stabbed. He wouldn't be surprised if it had been that ghost person that had gone after Roy. "How can I help?" he asks as he runs up to them. He doesn't want to stand around and be useless.