I DREAMED A DREAM / returning member

[COSMIIX]

[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Halfway.

He told Rocky he would take him halfway yet Quill found himself switching forms and making sure that his scent wasn't that of the Pitt, saber teeth being incredibly careful as he held onto the handle of the basket that held the wolf dog. He finally stopped at the entrance of the Typhoon with both ears angled forward, he swallowed knowing he wasn't welcomed here yet he had to make sure that the child got the proper medical attention necessary. During the walk, Quill had went over a few names within his head, the one that seemed to cling to him the most was Pietro. Pietro Harbinger. Sounded good. He liked it. The tiger would stop setting the basket down bleeding a bit from his gums, he hadn't taken any stops when it came to carrying the basket all the way over here. He let out a soft breath as blood dripped from his jaws and splattered onto the ground.

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[Dragon-]

It had been two months since Rocky had been taken away from his home.
Two months since he had seen his family.
Two months since he had seen the place he grew up.

He had tried to come home a few times, he had tried to escape his slavers and he had tried to stay safe. It didn't work.
He grew angry. He grew resentful. He grew into someone that was not himself and that was how he coped. It was not him that was being hit and it was not him that was slaving away.

It had been a particularly easy week. Quill had taken him in a short time ago and he was only lashed a few times by those that still harbored resentment towards him. There were too many of those.
The fresh wounds upon his back often festered for a while but usually went down. That was not the case this time.

Rocky had bathed in the pitts poisoned water, without thinking of the consequences it would have on his wounds, and he got sick.

very sick.

He had barely been able to move since the sun had risen. he felt as if he was burning from the inside and he was slipping in and out of consciousness. He knew that Quill was worried about him but he wasn't sure what was going to happen or how he could be treated.

Rocky's feverish eyes were glazed and his fur was glistening with sweat, steam rising and evident in the late evening air. He did not know what was happening.

/ rocky is covered in scars from being lashed/whipped/beaten, primarily on his back and legs. he is missing his front left leg but the amputation was clean and it has healed alright. He is battling heavy infection and poisoning. He is also slightly malnourished and quite dehydrated
"SPEECH"

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[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

The Pitt was nothing more than a nuisance to him, anger swelling in his chest whenever he heard of the name of that group. They were vermin and though not all of them were entirely bad, he couldn't help but want to group them all together as such. They captured Junji, Golden, and now even Rocky. It made his blood boil to think that they were getting away with it and while he wasn't the type to wish harm on anyone, the mix of his anger along with Luca's through their bond made him want to do so whenever he heard of their name and what they had done to his crewmates. Due to how he felt about them, he felt only pure anger when he passed by the gates of the Typhoon to smell the scent of the Pitt rise past it. For a moment he thought a raid was about to commence, the Toyger tensing up and ready to sound an alarm or run and get the others. He had already mind linked Luca to let him know that the Pitt was at the border, but there had been something that made Marcellus hesitate; a scent that was all familiar but yet he couldn't exactly put his paws on it.

Hesitantly, Marcellus found his paws creeping him towards the gate slowly, his leg limping as he took his steps. If it was truly the Pitt, he probably wouldn't be able to take them on by himself and the thought of dying scared him, but he was ready to die if it came down to it no matter how much these thoughts scared him. He unsheathed his claws and got ready to pounce until he viewed the familiar grey fur of Rocky, his eyes widening as he broke his careful pace and ran directly to the sickly dog child. "Rocky!" He wailed out as he looked at how badly hurt the child was. All he could smell was the scent of the Pitt around Rocky, but the stranger didn't seem to smell of it. The stranger was someone he nearly forgot about until he turned his head to look at the tiger. "Whoever you are, thank you." He sighed quietly and though it felt weird to be thanking a stranger whom he didn't even know the name of, that didn't matter right now. He was conflicted on whether to leave Rocky alone with this stranger and get Junji, or stay and wait for someone else. With how Rocky looked however, he couldn't allow the pup to wait any longer in that condition for medical help.

Without another word, Marcellus raced off to find [member=1660]JUNJI[/member]

[Luciferr]

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

thankfully he wouldn't be leaving the pup alone - for Marcellus had raced past Lucifer in such a hurry that of course the dragon had made it swifter than he had before when he'd caught the scents on the wind - and now here he was a rumble of worry in his throat as his eyes glanced over Rocky and his injuries trying his best to soothe the pain with a brief small numbing coldness as they awaited Marcellus and Junji.

speaking of they.

Lucifer's eyes glanced up at the other with suspicion - and this one was lucky he hadn't met him before or his soul might have given him away - and the dragon eyed him "Who are you?"

DRAGON [10FT Hght, 25FT Lgth] — HELLION [5FT] — TYPHOON / REAVER — PLAYLIST — TAGS

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[COSMIIX]

[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

He blinked for a moment nodding to Marcel who thanked him for bringing back Rocky though it didn't linger on the other for long as they ran off to get a medic, his eyes concentrated onto Rocky only to feel a slight pain in his chest unknowing of what it was before someone else arriving asking who he was. "A lost soul helping those out of suffering, that's who." His voice didn't contain any emotion as he sighed quietly "Take care of 'im, he's a good kid." The pain in his chest didn't seem to stop but if he stayed any longer then he wouldn't be able to leave "Take care, Rocky. Take it easy for a while," The stub tailed tiger would rip his gaze away from the wolfdog only to start walking away slowly with both curved ears perked forward, he couldn't look back nor would he. The tiger soon went into a sprint that turned into a run and soon enough the stranger was gone.

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