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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
Hearing Snare's call for help, the young healer quickly came over, the soft clanking of tins within her satchel announcing her arrival just before she entered visual view. Taking a quick look over the stranger's wounds, she took a seat in front of him as she shrugged off her satchel. "Pip, can you remove your paw?" she asked her nephew curtly as she rummaged around in her leather bag, pulling out a few flasks of fresh water, bandages, and various tins with stickers on their tops. "If you want to help, stick around," she added, knowing she'd get use out of his paws with so many deep gashes to clean. And with the sudden disappearance of half her sages, she was looking for replacements.
Turning to the stranger, the four eyed witch looked over his injuries again before she nodded. "Your injuries are minor, but they'll take time to heal. If you're here to deliver a message or join, I can patch you up before you're escorted into the territory," she said, assuming he was here either as a representative from the Rosebloods, given the lingering scent on his person.
[/td][/tr][/table]Turning to the stranger, the four eyed witch looked over his injuries again before she nodded. "Your injuries are minor, but they'll take time to heal. If you're here to deliver a message or join, I can patch you up before you're escorted into the territory," she said, assuming he was here either as a representative from the Rosebloods, given the lingering scent on his person.
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?