//TRIGGER WARNING: this thread starts to talk about drug/drug abuse towards the bottom of the first and the top of the second page

By now, what Dante had done to the Tanglewood visitor wasn't a secret by any means, nor was the punishment that Gael gave him. In a way, the hybrid didn't really see it as a punishment, as he enjoyed being by himself and he could care less about what people thought of him. But on the other hand, it meant he had to fend for himself and do things he normally wouldn't - such as hunting or caring for his wounds. Hunting in of itself wasn't really
a problem, though it was frustrating when he wasn't sober.

Dante's wounds on the other hand? Not quite as easy. The hybrid had messily collected cloth in his home and used them as tourniquets as much as he could, but other than that, Dante had no idea what to do in order to keep his wounds from getting worse or infected. The cold weather certainly didn't help, with the air making the wounds hurt when he moved. But hey - that's what drugs were for. Numbing the pain.

For now, Dante was relaxing in town, with his injuries open and exposed to the cold air. He didn't seem to be in pain or realize that what he was doing could make them worse, but ignorance was bliss, right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

Oh, great. Dante rolled his eyes as he saw Jormungand make his way over, his tail starting to flick in displeasure. Any other time, perhaps the hybrid would have enjoyed messing around with Jormun, but with this shit going on, Dante didn't feel like doing anything. "What, have you not heard of the shit recently?" Dante huffed in response. "Got into a fight with a Tangler." He didn't respond to the panther's comments regarding how dumb he was, nor the lack of medical knowledge he has. "I'm not high enough for any of this shit." Was he referring to his injuries, or having conversations with his clanmates? Who knows.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

If Dante didn't feel so tired or in pain, he likely would have snapped his jaws at Jormungand for getting near him - but alas, the hybrid had no energy to do so and instead just watched with frustration as Jormun removed some of the cloth he had covering his wounds. "I won, actually. Had her running back home with her tail between her legs." He boasted, his eyes flickering over as he saw Kian starting to come over. Kian explained that Gael had ordered for Aine and others not to help him, to which Dante huffed. He clearly didn't enjoy being reminded of the punishment he had.

"They were covered, until this jackass removed some of 'em." Dante grumbled, glaring at Jormungand, as if he was expecting him to put his 'bandages' back. "Can't say I particularly care whether or not. 'Least my last moments will end with me being high." Hopefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

Ugh, Kold. If the Marauder knew how to take a joke, - and clearly, she didn't, since she didn't seem to perceive his comment real well back before the Tangler's visit went sour - then perhaps Dante would have been a little more happier to see her here. But alas, right now, she was a sour-puss to the hybrid.

"It's cloth." Dante responded with a shrug. "You seriously think I keep anything proper in my home? This was the least I could do for myself."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]