12-22-2018, 11:33 AM
//TW for upsetting content
//tl;dr for those sensitive - wendell is unconscious about half-a-kilometre away from the town. his jaw is completely broken, never to fully heal, and all of his teeth have been violently yanked out. there is a note, written by stryker himself, attached to wendell’s side by one of wendell’s own teeth.
Greetings Sunhaven,
Thank you for taking part in The Typhoon's raid against the Pitt. The Pitt enjoyed plowing all of you into the desert sand. My white fur was stained with crimson for days! Afterwards, I hope you enjoyed our lovely shitstorm from our avian friends. Marina did not enjoy that... Can't blame her though. Next time you do take action against us though, you will gladly be receiving the full force of The Pitt.
You've been warned.
Be more careful next time,
Stryker
P.S. Hello Buckingham...'
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The prior few days came to pass as increasingly burdensome, as a lack of food in addition to the tedious energy-draining voyage from the Pitt to Sunhaven fashioned Wendell a new figure, one distressing to gawk at with one’s own eyes. The wolverine’s jaw, which had became habitat for laughter and stories, had been smashed in, and hung loosely from the remainder of his skull. Flashback to that treacherous day, following the attack which caused permanent disfigurement, he lay at Stryker’s feet and wished dearly for nothing more than death. Yet, the Pitt’s then-Ardent was not finished with the heartless mutilation, and proceeded to impetuously tear out every single one of his teeth, leaving not a single chomper in its socket. Granting the mustelid a short duration of rest before continuing with his sadistic desires, the large feline scrawled a note, one aimed at Bucky, one to cause rampant fear and chaos. To have his mail sent, however, he required a mailman. Thus, like hammering a nail into drywall, in this case the drywall being Wendell, the hammer Stryker’s muscular paw, and the nail Wendell’s sharpest-looking tooth, the note found itself painfully attached to the Sunbearer’s midsection. After this, the wolverine was free to go, and warn his kin about the Pitt’s tyranny.
The condition in which he had been left in could not sustain itself for survival. The scarcity of teeth meant that only the softest of foods could be consumed, such as crushed berries; even so, his mangled jaw made it so that chewing became impossible. Malnutrition soon struck, and the male’s body weight depleted at an outlandish pace. Insignificant meals of scrunched vegetation came only once or twice a day, but a complete deficiency of proteins weakened all muscles in his frame. No longer was Wendell the slightly chubby, merry mammal that most in Sunhaven had come to know. Over the recent days, he devolved into a thin, distressed creature merely centimetres away from death’s cruel grasp. In fact, by the way affairs had transpired, it appeared that the next morning he may not even wake up. However, familiar sights and scents of Sunhaven surged a nostalgic feeling of hope within his veins, inspiring him to push on.
Wendell collapsed about half-a-kilometre away from the town, wheezing heavily. He lay note-side-up. Consciousness escaped him, leaving Wendell in a state of uneasy slumber.
//out
//feel free to powerplay!
//tl;dr for those sensitive - wendell is unconscious about half-a-kilometre away from the town. his jaw is completely broken, never to fully heal, and all of his teeth have been violently yanked out. there is a note, written by stryker himself, attached to wendell’s side by one of wendell’s own teeth.
Greetings Sunhaven,
Thank you for taking part in The Typhoon's raid against the Pitt. The Pitt enjoyed plowing all of you into the desert sand. My white fur was stained with crimson for days! Afterwards, I hope you enjoyed our lovely shitstorm from our avian friends. Marina did not enjoy that... Can't blame her though. Next time you do take action against us though, you will gladly be receiving the full force of The Pitt.
You've been warned.
Be more careful next time,
Stryker
P.S. Hello Buckingham...'
-
The prior few days came to pass as increasingly burdensome, as a lack of food in addition to the tedious energy-draining voyage from the Pitt to Sunhaven fashioned Wendell a new figure, one distressing to gawk at with one’s own eyes. The wolverine’s jaw, which had became habitat for laughter and stories, had been smashed in, and hung loosely from the remainder of his skull. Flashback to that treacherous day, following the attack which caused permanent disfigurement, he lay at Stryker’s feet and wished dearly for nothing more than death. Yet, the Pitt’s then-Ardent was not finished with the heartless mutilation, and proceeded to impetuously tear out every single one of his teeth, leaving not a single chomper in its socket. Granting the mustelid a short duration of rest before continuing with his sadistic desires, the large feline scrawled a note, one aimed at Bucky, one to cause rampant fear and chaos. To have his mail sent, however, he required a mailman. Thus, like hammering a nail into drywall, in this case the drywall being Wendell, the hammer Stryker’s muscular paw, and the nail Wendell’s sharpest-looking tooth, the note found itself painfully attached to the Sunbearer’s midsection. After this, the wolverine was free to go, and warn his kin about the Pitt’s tyranny.
The condition in which he had been left in could not sustain itself for survival. The scarcity of teeth meant that only the softest of foods could be consumed, such as crushed berries; even so, his mangled jaw made it so that chewing became impossible. Malnutrition soon struck, and the male’s body weight depleted at an outlandish pace. Insignificant meals of scrunched vegetation came only once or twice a day, but a complete deficiency of proteins weakened all muscles in his frame. No longer was Wendell the slightly chubby, merry mammal that most in Sunhaven had come to know. Over the recent days, he devolved into a thin, distressed creature merely centimetres away from death’s cruel grasp. In fact, by the way affairs had transpired, it appeared that the next morning he may not even wake up. However, familiar sights and scents of Sunhaven surged a nostalgic feeling of hope within his veins, inspiring him to push on.
Wendell collapsed about half-a-kilometre away from the town, wheezing heavily. He lay note-side-up. Consciousness escaped him, leaving Wendell in a state of uneasy slumber.
//out
//feel free to powerplay!