[[ this is a continuation of this thread here. At the point of writing this out, that thread is unfinished, but the result will be the same ]]

There had been a point in time, when Roman was young, that he thought that he would never be able to properly live or walk again. He had been a kitten then, going by the name of Tunnelkit, and he had stepped in a bear trap. His clanmates got him out of the trap, and his mentor - Aster - had made it so that he didn't have an infection in his leg, not right away at least. By the time the wounds that had been caused by the bear trap healed up on the outside, and infection had already settled on the inside, and his leg, twisted and broken, never healed, soon causing him to have a fever and almost die. It wasn't until his leg was taken from him that he had started to feel better physically, but it hadn't done much for his mental well-being.

Afterwards, he became broody, changing his name when he became a 'paw' to Romanpaw, and eventually he got a new body. Things were fine, he could walk around. Though his leg got horribly burned when he had caught on fire in prison, and it became hard to walk once more. It seemed as though Roman was cursed with his leg, but since moving to the Ascendants things had been getting better. That was, until today, when he had met Leroy - or, Otto, as he had called himself - out on the border. Someone he stilled assumed to be a loner, though his intentions varied greatly in Roman's mind, and for that he could not say.

There had been a fight on the border between the two, and, eventually, Roman lost, his battle skills although high in prowess very rusty as he hadn't need use them in so long, causing him, once again, to lose his leg. Leroy had taken it from the shiba male, for what purpose Roman did not understand, but it was gone nonetheless.

In a rush, Roman had gathered things around him, placing it onto his leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding, using knowledge that he knew from his own amputation in the past - a thing that he had tried teaching here once before, though he never actually stated how he knew this information, simply tried to teach - but the things placed on the large wound did not help to stop it fully, only caused build up before it began once more. Eventually, Roman started his trek back to the Observatory, making it about half way before collapsing, woozy from the loss of blood. He'd call out for help, a weak attempt at trying to save himself before the world around him went dark.

[[ tldr; Roman lost his back left leg, and it's bleeding and he needs medical treatment! It's not a super clean cut, but it's fairly clean. Roman is currently passed out in Ascendants territory, and powerplay for medical treatment is given permission.
[member=598]imperia[/member] [member=1549]moonmade[/member] [member=1538]leroy[/member] ]]

There was so much that Roman had lived through, so much that he had wished that he had died in but had survived, and usually it was good. He had been through heartbreak and he had been through the pain that he was going through now, though in the past he had been alone to deal with his pain, had made it so that he didn't have connections so that others wouldn't have to see him hurting - it only made him hurt worse.

Though now he had friends, had people around him who cared - or, at least, seemed to - and he would be glad for that at a later date, when he was better mentally from his loss of a leg once more, once he was able to see that, for the most part, others didn't get more hurt when they saw him so, they simply cared and wanted him to feel better.

It wasn't her voice that caused Roman to drift back into consciousness, but rather the work that Imperia was doing. As she worked to stop the bleeding in his leg, Roman felt a twinge of pain, and he'd wince, trying to kick her away with the leg that was now missing, only failing. He didn't want more pain. Eyes would open and Roman would look around, the ground under his head hard and cold, while down at his leg he saw that he was, in fact, missing his leg. It wasn't all just a nightmare, it had actually happened. He had been attacked at the border in a place that he had deemed safe, though at his age Roman should know better than to think a clan was perfectly safe. "Is it bad?" He would speak out, eyes watering slightly at the thought of potentially having to lose even more of his leg if it was infected. He hoped that he had done the best he'd been able to do to keep the infection out, but he didn't know how long he had been out before being found.

[[ it's not infected btw lol ]]

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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!

Roman thought that he was seeing things when Oni came by, letting the wolf inside him out and it being helpful, but it seemed as though he wasn't imagining it when he was suddenly picked up by the creature who spoke in an odd yet old and slightly familiar pattern. It was similar to the way his father had spoken long ago, before he had learned how people spoke in the current century, a time when Roman was far too young to know what was being said fully, to pick up the language, but it also seemed older than that. There was something familiar about it all but he couldn't quite place it, and Roman wasn't sure whether or not he liked it. It seemed wrong being carried by this other canine, though he couldn't really fight it.

Ears pinned to his head as Roman heard the wolf ask for the way to go, and he would mumble something about a direction, head moving slightly to look towards what he thought was the Observatory.