worst. day. ever. ;; injured

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zuriela hoshi
thane of cotc
"cinnamon roll"
penned by cobra

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BUT MY DREAMS THEY AREN'T AS EMPTY - ꧂

    her helpful nature would no longer let her hide at home. it was far past time for the young fox to get back in the saddle and help her friends. she had a little basket in her maw as she set off into the territory. stopping to collect herbs, berries, and catch prey here and there. she even stole some honeycomb, using her fire to make smoke to drive the bees off.

she paid no mind to the surrounding area. she was far away from any boarders. that meant she should be safe, right? that was what she thought it meant. it had always been safe inside the boarders and far from said boarders. the occasional hawk or fox, maybe a coyote or two. nothing she couldn't handle if she ran into it.

yet, it was not a feral that caught her by surprise. it was the smell of another coalitioner. perhaps another patrol out to check for threats or clean. alas, it was not so. the pain wracked her small frame and she yelped in surprise. she was knocked down. her basket toppled over and its contents splayed on the ground.

she jumped to her paws and turned to face, nothing? the creature that attacked her was back in the early morning shadows. she could feel his gaze on her as she twisted left, and then right. then, she felt it again and thrashed. collapsing on the earth as she struggled. she felt claws and teeth. blood pooling under her as she caught a glimpse of him.

then, the pain of one of her wings as it was cut free. w..why..? she choked out the word as tears stung her eyes. the pain finally making her faint. the last thing she could see was him smirking as he took her wing away.

//she is unconscious. she has a missing right wing, covered in claw marks on her back, and three bite marks on her scruff.

part two coming soon ;>

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꧁ - AS MY CONSCIENCE SEEMS TO BE

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[INFERNO CIPHER-VANTAS]

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ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ

she heard a struggle. having followed zurelia. didn't see the commotion as she had been off playing with butterflies but heard the fight. she burst out of the bushes to see the other thane lying unconscious, blood everywhere, and one wing msising. she hadn't even realised the other had wings. not the best at herbs she wished skádi was here, or plexus. crouching down she began sniffing at the other - strange, no other scent other than the thick stench of the coalition. inferno observed the wounds, careful not to get any blood on her. a frown settled on her maw the more she looked and her expression morphed into one of concern and she ran to get cobwebs.





ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!




"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"

[Brutei Tsune]

The ice wyvern had descended as soon as they saw the aftermath, red eyes watching inferno run to get cobwebs. "What happened...?" they whispered, lumbering over to zuri and lifting a wing talon. "This might hurt, little one."

The wyvern tried to press the outward curve of their cold talon on the wound where her wing had been, trying to numb the area. the ice demon snorted, looking around to try and find a trail.

BRUTEI TSUNE - COTC - ICE DEMON

[natasha]

NATASHA

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Natasha was halfway through her daily gratitude count when she stumbled upon the crime scene. She spotted Zuriela’s limp body and froze; there was so much blood. And… was that… a stump with feathers?

The macaque’s hand covered her mouth as her butt hit the ground. The world was spinning and nausea rolled in her belly. She dug her long toes into the soil. When that failed to help, she tore her face away from Zuriela and fixed her gaze on a sparkly grey rock.

Breathe in for two. Her lungs expanded until her chest felt like it would explode, and then she remembered to exhale. Breathe out for four.

Natasha opened her mouth enough to chew on her knuckles. As horrible as she felt right now, her only concern was trying not to faint. But it was so difficult just to breathe.

macaque - she/her - wears red elk cloak

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[INFERNO CIPHER-VANTAS]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —  ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴏ | ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ | ᴄɪᴘʜᴇʀ-ᴠᴀɴᴛᴀꜱ | ʙɪᴏ



ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ

carrying cobwebs in her mouth - she didn't know where she found them - she came back to find rtwo more animals. a slight wild look in her optics and she skidded to a halt next to brutei. "i'm gonna be honest with you brutei i know nothing about healing.... skadi would know much more than i do." she knew  the tsunei daughter had a keen interest for medicine, and she just sorta hovered around brutei as she watched the other's claw descend into zurelia's flesh.





ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!




"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"

[Romulus]

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

The scent of salt was always an unwelcome one within the Coalition of the Condemned. What was once a ruthless group was now a beacon of neutrality within the mainland and Romulus would see that to the end. Even today, as the aroma brushed past his nostrils, the lion felt his body stiffen for a moment. Perhaps someone prey hunting. Maybe a pelt being skinned. No. It was something else. Something agonizing. Something that just felt off.

Mismatched paws started to walk towards the scene, only to hear the chatter of his fellow wanderers. Their tone was not casual. In fact, it seemed worried. As he rounded the corner, Romulus' periwinkle gaze met with the others first, only to look down at what they were all attentive to: Zuriela. Blood pooled around the younger wanderer and a limb, one of great importance, appeared to be missing. She, unbeknownst to Romulus, appeared to be unconscious. The leader could only feel his heart drop.

Frantically, he moved forward. As Inferno spoke, he disregarded her lack of knowledge and instead offered a frown. Sticky cobwebs would have been useful, but, by speaking, they were destroyed and were sticking together. Instead of offering his disappointment any further, the leader got to work by himself and let Brutei take over as he prepared his own devices.

Romulus started to manipulate the earth beneath his front paws. In time, small sprouts of herbal plants started to form. Moments later, they became full grown and were able to be picked. Careful claws grabbed what he needed from each, manipulating the pulps and seeds he needed with considerate pressure and concise movements. There was a significant amount of herbs to use in no time, but no bandages to be seen. The leader would have to make due to some of the larger leaves he could summon, doing so as the thought arose.

His tail swept all the prepared herbs into a pile by his side. With Brutei already attending to the wound, he attempted to move the other's talon out of the way with a soft push. "Brutei, if I may," the leader mumbled. His voice was shaky. Clearly, he was worried for one of his own, but was trying to put on a commanding face to keep everyone calm.

[Brutei Tsune]

The wyvern glanced at Inferno, nodding their head in acknowledgement and understanding before Romulus had showed up. Swiftly moving their talon away after the push, they stepped back without so much as a word.

Instead, they focused on the scene itself, sniffing and looking around for any trails. "Miss Natasha, once you've calmed down can you scout around and see if you can find anything?" they rumbled, pushing foliage away with a cold talon.

BRUTEI TSUNE - COTC - ICE DEMON

[natasha]

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Breathe in for two. The stench of blood mixed with the ten different floral aromas seeped into her mouth. Breathe out for four.

Natasha stared at the grey rock. It sparkled in the sunlight and became dull whenever a cloud passed overhead. The world orbited this rock; colors swam at the edges of her vision, and if she let go of the ground, she would fly up into the sky.

Her ears picked her name out of the chaos around her. “Huh…?” Natasha moved her head towards Brutei, immediately followed by a rush of nausea from her belly up to her throat. Saliva pooled beneath her tongue and ran down her lips.

The macaque stood on all fours and sprinted behind a bush. She’d only managed to cover half the distance she’d wanted before vomit gushed out of her mouth and nose. She gagged, but at least the pungent acid prevented her from smelling the gore of her groupmate.

“Ignore me… please.” Her voice sounded as loud as thunder in her ears, but she was barely speaking above a whisper. Her body shook as her amber eyes searched the ground for a rock, a bit of color, anything to hold her focus least the nausea return.

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Do not fear the dark wolf cub! -- Xenosmilus. COTC.

Odysseus shouldn’t of been there, she shouldn’t of followed the stench of blood and the sound of people talking. She should’ve turned around and went right back home. But the xenosmilus cub was curious, a little too curious for her own good.

So she stepped out of the bush, eyes widening at the sight of Zuriela. Her body froze, ears pinning against her head. She had never seen so much blood before and she shouldn’t have ever seen so much. Her gaze finally tired from the unconscious body and towards Romulus debating on what she should do. It briefly flashed in her mind that he would be fine to take care of things and let the adults handle this.

The cub was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when Natasha vomited nearby, an ear flicking at the soft words the other spoke. Odysseus wasn’t good at giving comfort, she wasn’t made to do that. But she was big for a cub and she did want to help and this she knew what to do. So Odysseus padded over to the other, making her steps loud enough so Natasha could hear her approach. The girl would attempt to press against Natasha’s side, hoping to help ground and ease the other of her panic attack.

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attack in #COLOR. -- For when the sun leaves the world, the world fears you!

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