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High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Oh god, who’s kid is that again?
Octane approaches, his legs making their customary click-clack against the camp grounds. He should move more into the jungle. Make a little hut or something out there. Maybe he wouldn’t get so much sand in his legs- oh shit, is that kid crying? Octane’s gaze swims through the rows of people, trying to connect names and faces. Okay there was Goldie, Roxie, that one girl that got thrown around at the birthing, uh... oh, there was Seakit! Okay, cool.
Octane’s maw is slack as he thinks, trying to connect Ry’s name to a face. Must have been one of the other kids? Probably... Roxie’s? His deductive skills deemed it so- cause she was the one acting all guilty and crying it looked like?
Octane slithers around- this... certainly wasn’t something he was prepared to deal with or contribute to in any kind of emotional way. He pulls towards Brandy, though, hovering over Seakit’s shoulder.
"Hey, Seakit, I can try too if you have an issue pulling the wound, alright?” Okay, he can help that way- take Brandy’s would if need be. Pain was a good way to wake up.

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime

[brandykit]

Just as Brandy had feared, people flocked to the information and the scent of his own injuries like a flame. His ears twitched, eyes softly shutting, lowering his head away. The bristles, the barely sprouted leaves, puffed up as if it could make it easier. But, to Ahab, to Roan, he relented. There was no point in fighting it now, the bitter guilt and anger in his stomach- anger at himself made him give up. Because, no way anyone looked at it, called it one way or another, Brandy was the one that started the fight. Accused him of being a traitor.

Brandy's fault.

He didn't respond to the two healers as they started their work on him. They were fairly minor wounds, the only concerning one was the burn on his right shoulder. He lifted his head weakly, showing it to Ahab, twitching and rotating his ears. But bitter words settled from his mouth towards Roan- not ones of anger or contempt for the.. technically uncle, but rather the raw truth. The one that Brandy had come to tell, anyways. "He ran away. He's gone." His eyes winced closed, then flinched down to the ground, as he caught the scent of the Captain.

His ears lowered, flat against his head as Goldie approached. D'ya want to tell me what happened, fómhar? His immediate thought, his gut instinct, caused him to open his mouth, then snapped it shut close, shaking his head. Whether or not he was about to say it, or give a loud complaint, that decision was drowned out as the next person approached, his gaze still shying away from his mother. But, alas, as Aphra spoke, his leaf mane spiked back up and his paws dug into the sand. They stunned him, out of thought, out of words for a few long minutes. The exchange between Goldie and Aphra barely caused his ears to twitch.

The guilt only grew as Ry's mother arrived, Ry's mother arrived and she was crying. It made Brandy want to cry again, but he had already shed his tears. He would have to live up to his mistake, his decision, to cause all of this. Right? Was it a mistake? Was it right? The fear and terror in Brandy was far more drowned out by confusion and typical greet.

The momentary bliss Seakit gave him made the world feel still for a long moment, his head coming from no where and pressing against him. His head picked up, turning towards him, watery strange eyes looking over him. What appeared on Seakit from his body, wasn't super visible, but the pain from the frostbite of using his paws as basically a battering maul, crept over Seakit. ".. He won't, though." Were the only words he managed in return to his sibling, looking back away again.

He didn't recognize much of the other people that showed up, Eulia, Octane. Instead, Brandy turned towards Aphra, slowly pushing to his paws. The cub wasn't small- well, compared to the adults, especially Ahab, maybe- but he was certainly threatening. But the anger needed to go somewhere, rising in his chest, bubbling with an anxiety that needed to flow free. "You want to hurt me?" He said, his lips slowly pulling back, the sharp teeth evident that they could do damage, even with his smaller jaw.

"Because, on some whim, you think I killed my fucking brother?" That probably didn't help Octane's confusion much. Brandy and Ry weren't brothers, but.. they also were. Even if Brandy had said they weren't. He stepped past his mother now, ice crystals sparking at his pawpads, slowly creeping at his arms. "Go ahead. Hurt me. I want to see what happens, since all you're good for is claiming the victim." Brandy spat on the ground, no, not the ground. The spit was aimed at Aphra's paws. He then straightened himself up, moving towards Roxie, plopping himself between her and Aphra, his fur on end in anger.

But, slowly, the sniffles of the mother brought his anger down, his head drooping a bit as he stood and turned to face her, looking up at her. In the eye. Brandykit Roux was no fool. Well, yeah, he was a fool. He was a kid with a misunderstanding of the world. But what he did know.. "Ry.. isn't dead. He's.. I hurt him. A lot. But he's not dead." He said, pathetically, his tail slowly lowering down. "He ran because.. he thought he didn't.. belong here." Brandykit sat now, facing Roxie, his head lowered down and tears biting at his red eyes again.

"SPEECH"

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[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Brandykit finally reacted to her words and Aphra could only watch the cub as he stalked towards her. She wasn't nearly as afraid of him as she was his mother (or mothers, rather). The cub echoed her words, causing Aphra once again to realize the weight of what she had said. I've already said I didn't mean it... Obviously that wasn't enough, but she wasn't sure how to get people to understand. As the Roux cub spat at her, Aphra recoiled and stepped back once more, a disgusted look appearing on her face.

Brandykit had plopped himself in between her and Roxanne now. He went on to explain that Trygve wasn't dead - he was hurt, both emotionally and physically, but he wasn't dead. Aphra said nothing in response to Brandykit and only flattened her ears and looked down at her paws. She had nothing else to contribute to this conversation. For now, anyway.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Noise. That was all this was... so much useless noise, and anger. It caused Roan's ears to flatten against his head, the edges of them faintly scraping against his growing horns. His mother was crying, his sister was upset, his cousin was desperately trying to hold everything together... why was it that every time Aphra appeared, everything went to shit? The siamese shot a cold glare in her direction, his usual serene blue eyes taking in her guilty form without much sympathy. She should've just come and offered support, not shamed Ry for a fact that he couldn't change now. It was all just arrogance and peacocking, and he hated it. He was sure that Ahab did too, and Goldie as well. He honestly had no idea how the captain hadn't already been driven over the edge with all of this nonsense. He was just a sage, and he already felt as if he was going to go crazy. A soft sigh leaving him, Roan decided to deal with his mother first, moving over to her and pressing his soft fur into her side, "Está bien, mamá. Lo encontraremos. Estoy seguro de ello." He had no idea if the softly spoken Spanish would actually provide any comfort for his mother, but he had to believe that it would, somehow. After all, it wasn't as if he could serve her up Ry's location on a plate, as much as he wished that he could.

Once he had comforted his mother, Roan turned his attention back to Brandykit, knowing that the other needed medical attention soon. He was going to let Ahab take the reins, but he could at least start on what needed to be done. Always the more traditionalist of the two, Roan felt the flat of his tongue press up against the roof of his mouth in thought, digging through the bag around his waist for what he would need. Burns, punctures, and scratches. Bandages were obvious, but he also pulled out aloe vera, comfrey root, and dock. Neither the comfrey root nor the dock was particularly pleasant to taste, but the poultice was good for soothing scratches, so Roan moved over to Brandykit with it, carefully applying it to the scratches and punctures. He then bandaged them up, being careful not to press down too hard and cause Brandy any undue pain. Once those were taken care of, the sage focused on the burn. He winced at the scent of slightly burnt flesh, taking the aloe vera he had and chewing it. The bitter taste made him wrinkle his nose, but he soon applied it to the burn liberally, being careful not to press down too hard. Once again, he followed this up with bandages, going slowly as not to make Brandy flinch away.

Once his actual treatment was done, Roan tucked away what little was left of his herbs and bandages, making a mental note to replenish his stock later. It would take some searching in the jungle, and maybe some bartering with the merchants that often came to visit, but he could deal with that. As soon as everything was safely tucked away back in his bag, Roan's calm blue eyes focused on Brandy, "How do you feel now...? You don't need any poppy seeds or anything, do you?" He hoped not, considering how all the books he had read said that poppy seeds could be extremely addictive. They were good at what they were meant for, but they could easily be a slippery slope, and Roan didn't particularly want to injure Brandy's mental state any more than it had already been affected by everything going on. He was already full of guilt and shame for what happened to Ry, wasn't that enough?
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