you were always gold to me / injuries

[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the world is not kind, nor fair. not nurturing or lovely as he had thought it to be. it was full of bad people, that was easy to tell. he'd just wished the good outnumbered them. wished they could be reasoned with, to change their minds and let him go, but alas, that was not how this worked. he was beginning to learn that. forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

there was no shortage of evil people in the world; no shortage of people who hunted angels for their wings or simply a taste of their heavenly essence. word had gotten out of a young, beautiful little thing that lived with a group of pirates by the sea, half-angel and ethereal in every sense of the word. a halo of stars dancing around the ground of his head, lovely white fur that glowed beneath the light of the moon. it was just how the world worked. forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

when he had spotted the stranger on the edge of the border, paws still wet from the walk to the isle, he could feel his heart sink. a feeling that seemed to be growing more common the longer he stayed here, with all the delinquents and frightening people that seemed to be interested in joining, if only for the typhoon's ideology. freedom to do whatever you wanted, to live however you wished. raiding and killing and hurting, innocent or not. some proved to be less intimidating than they first appeared, but there were still some that had him on edge. and this man... he knew from the moment he approached that something was off.

fuck, he should have listened to his gut.

he didn't even get the chance to say anything before the hound lunged, snapping his jaws around junji's shoulder and dragging him into the jungle, paws flailing in a blind panic. he cried out in surprise as he was carried through the brush, tears brimming in his eyes from the pain. he kicked out at his attacker to no avail, but the pain seemed to go away, or at least fade a bit when he was eventually set on the ground. the boy scrambled away from the beast, trying his best to get away; a heavy paw landing on his chest held him still, and teeth once more locked onto his arm, snapping the bone in half with ease. a scream bubbled in junji's throat, only to be muffled by a paw.

"they said you's an angel," the hound rumbled in his ear. a tear fell from the sage's eye, ocean blue staring terrified up at the beast. "but you ain't got no wings."

his lip quivered as the paw moved from his mouth, and briefly, he thought about screaming again. it wouldn't help. if wings were what he wanted, and seeing as the boy lacked them, perhaps he'd simply go. "i- i'm not," he said shakily, biting back a sob as his leg throbbed. "not yet, i... i haven't earned them." he swallowed hard and pleaded with his eyes. the dog was silent, staring at him, weighing his options.

the paw on his chest moved to his flank, and pressed down. another crunch, another muffled scream as ribs broke beneath the weight of the hound. a snarl escaped the beast as he listened, turning junji to dig his claws into the boy's shoulder blades, tearing into the pale pink scars. "i'll get 'em, one way or another." he wanted to gag at the pain. the feeling of claws ripping into him, blood staining his white fur crimson. a strangled whine escaped him, tears dripping down his face now, his own claws scrabbling at the ground.

"please," he cried. "dolet, please, it hurts." the pain did not stop, only seemed to grow worse when the beast holding him down retracted his bloody claws and moved to get a closer look at junji. frightened blue eyes met cold slate gray, and for a moment, they simply stared.

his lip curled and a paw was brought down upon the angel's face. once, twice, three times. again and again and again, he was beaten down, barely able to yelp with the frequency of the hits. junji tasted blood in his mouth and could feel cuts opening on his cheeks. his head was slammed into the ground, sending him reeling. the world spun around him, vision blurred, the bitter taste of copper on his tongue. "placere prohibere..." the angel whispered. tears pricked at his eyes and further distorted the world.

why was this happening? oh, he had been so good, so good—why was he being punished? a test of faith, he thought. just another test. junji couldn't choke back his sobs, teeth gritting as his salty tears seeped into his swollen face. father, help me.

the beating stopped.

a shaky wheeze escaped junji as he lay limp in the mud, blood oozing from his small, broken body. somewhere in the distance (or were they next to him? he couldn't quite tell) he heard a voice, urgent and fretting. a quiet sob racked his already trembling body, and finally, he gave in to the darkness that consumed his vision.

/ 100th post! :")
injuries are: broken front left leg, two broken ribs, torn up backside, a black eye, and a swollen & bloody face

[Luca]

Luca was one of them, one of the beasts that hunted angels for a mere taste of their presence. He had always struggled with bad self control and angelic beings, with their sweet blood and gentle spirits, were a temptation impossible for him to resist. Envy wasn't his sin, not his main one at least, but he definitely envied them for their pure souls and their pretty wings. They were everything that he had aspired to be as a child, and everything that he wasn't. But he admired them, despite all of his jealously. He had always viewed them as beings higher and holier than him, and that definitely didn't change after his transformation into a demon. He was filthy now; the black tar of corruption dripping from his tongue and coating everything he touched. Angels made him feel clean, allowed him to hide the darkness that bubbled up from between the cracks in his facade.

He had been using the souls of the holy to mimic their presence for about a century now, but he was running low on supplies. His little stunt with the fire had definitely made it harder on him, and he knew that he'd have to collect more souls if he wanted to reapply the glamour. He would be lying if he said that Junji hadn't crossed his mind. When he had first woken up and realised that his body had changed, the gentle sage was the first person that crossed his mind. He was so sweet, so innocent, and the urge to destroy him had struck Luca as quickly and intensely as a bolt of lightning. He had always been more aggressive in his natural form, and probably would have acted on the violent ideas if it weren't for the more rational part of his brain remembering a pleasant conversation on the beach.

Luca didn't like hurting the ones that were nice to him. They were so few and far between that it'd be stupid of him to thin their numbers further. He had thought about it for a while, and decided that his more predatory side could rest for a little longer. If he were ever to attempt to take Junji's angelic presence, he would do it in a much more gentle way. Sometimes a kiss was more effective than an attack. Besides, maybe being in this body wasn't such a bad deal. After all, majority of the clan already knew what he was. There was no point in hiding it for now.

He was deep in thought as he traversed the territory of the typhoon, his recent transformation still weighing on his mind. At least the return to his original body seemed to help him get a grasp on more of his powers. His heightened senses were slowly returning to him as his mind adjusted, but he was struggling to keep a hold on all of them after not having them for so long. He used to be able to turn his enhanced sense of taste off permanently, but at the moment the somewhat tart taste of his own mouth was making him nauseous. There was something bothering him, though. Beneath the crunch of the sand beneath his paws and the constant ambience of jungle life, he was sure that he could hear something odd. Muffled thumping noises and the sound of whispering. He hated it when people whispered things just out the range of his hearing; there was something so frustrating about knowing that you're just on the verge of being able to understand them.

The hellhound frowned and looked in the direction that the noises were coming from, his curiosity getting the better of him. If there was something scandalous going on, he knew he had to get in on that while he could. He turned and headed towards the noise, focusing on filtering the noises and scents of the jungle for an easier journey. He had only made it a few steps before the scent of blood found him, planting a seed of worry in his gut and indicating that it probably wasn't a fun secret that he was about to stumble across. The new scent made it relatively easy for him to find his way through the foliage, despite how easily he often got lost in the jungle. It was only a matter of minutes before he finally came across the beaten and bloody Junji. As soon as the hound recognized his clanmate, a rare and sudden urgency overcame him, and he rushed to the feline's side. His pretty face was swollen and bruised, and Luca almost reached out a paw to caress it before pulling back. "J-Junji!" he exclaimed in a whisper, unsure of how to help with his sub-par healing skills and lack of supplies.

Luca hated yelling, he really did, but this situation was one of the rare ones that called for it. "Medic!" He called, hoping that someone would hear him before he had to drag the kind angel from the jungle. For now the demon would merely reach forwards and rest a paw on the broken body before him and attempt to transfer some of Junji's wounds to himself. It was the most he could do with the slippery grip he currently had on his powers, although it was unlikely that he'd manage to take anything major. He could feel a subtle anger starting to bloom in his heart now that the initial shock was starting to fade. He was many things by nature; violent, risque, affectionate, but among those many labels, one of the most prominent was possessive. Someone had hurt what he had silently claimed as his own, and he was determined to find out who.

[MARCELLUS]

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

Marcellus prior to his recent panic attack was always a scared and cautious one, even though he still was but this time just didn't show it for the sake of trying to please his mother and father even if they were imaginary visions. At the sound of the slightest twig snapping he would jump, at the sound of pawsteps behind him even on a busy day he would get scared and lash out. It wasn't like him but at the same time it definitely was. He was still a jumpy person but definitely a lot more paranoid than he was before, even if he didn't decide to show it to anyone that he was. Every step he took he would worry in his mind about someone following him as he didn't want to deal with another vision of Amora and Nikolai, the two basically scarring him emotionally and causing his paranoia to deepen as much as he didn't want that to happen.

With the night young and Marcel unable to sleep, the male would slip out of his shack to take a small walk along the coast, yes trained on the water as the waves crashed up against the shoreline, his eyes looking out and revealing nothing but a troubled soul that needed to desperately clear his mind. For him the setting was perfect, the moonlight glistening down, the relaxing music of the crashing waves. He could feel nothing but pure relaxation that eased his troubled mind as he sat down in the cool sand and let out a sigh. For a moment he wasn't sure what he was to do as he definitely couldn't go back to sleep and he only recently got out of having a cold so he didn't want to completely strain himself at the moment when he was just getting better. The male moved his paws around in the sand to distract his wondering thoughts, eyes narrowed a bit in maybe too much concentration before that broke with the sound of screams and yelling coming from the forest that the Typhoon inhabited. Shock, fear, uncertainty. The Striker wasn't sure what to do and could barely bulge from the spot he was sitting in, eyes widened and looking on in shock towards the forest as the screams soon died down and stopped. What if he was going delusional. Yeah that's it, he was just going delusional. The king cheetah looked back towards the water and tried to forget.

It was weird, he had this nagging at his heart that told him to go investigate, see what was up, but he couldn't find it in himself to move. He didn't want to guess what those screams were or who they were coming from, what if Amora and Nikolai were messing with his head, making him hear things that weren't really there. He sat there, thinking for a few moments before he gritted his teeth and got to his paws. "Please, don't make me regret this." He whispered to himself quietly as he began to make his way down the shore and into the forest. The king cheetah broke through the undergrowth and went towards where he last heard the yelling and screaming, his eyes darting around with pure caution and fear as the forest was barely lit, dark just like the marshlands in Tanglewood. He was careful not to step on any laying twigs or sticks to prevent himself from making any noise that my alarm anyone just in case the screams he had heard had been from an intruder, thus he would have to use the element of surprise considering he was at a massive disadvantage.

Marcellus' paws carried him through the forest until he heard a voice nearby, screaming and yelling, and it being a familiar one at  that. Quickly all caution was thrown through the window as he recognized the voice, the king cheetah forcing himself to break into a slowed down run as his eyes widened in alarm and fear. What if someone had gotten Luca? What if someone else was hurt? The thoughts screamed in his head and he forced himself to go faster, trying to maintain balance at the speed he was going until he finally broke through the last layer of undergrowth and arrived at the scene, eyes shocked to see that Junji was beaten into a bloody pulp. For a moment he didn't know what to do and it seemed as if all time had stopped around him, everything going in slow motion from the sound of Luca's voice to the ambiance of the nature around them. It took him a few minutes to snap back into reality, clearing his throat. "I-I'll go get Aita or Rosemary, or any other medic I can find." Urgency and shock laced Marcel's tone as he turned away and began to race once more through the undergrowth, trying his best to track down any of the medics in closest proximity.

[member=1504]Aita[/member]
[member=1130]rosemary roux[/member]
[member=1371]FISCHER.[/member]
[member=1609]TEMULIN[/member]

[no more]

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But what of those fallen, whose wings were ravaged by a world uncaring of their plight, the cries expelled from throat burned swallowed by the din. Twisted and gnarled are they, bitter trees whose roots are festering and yet run deep for this place is theirs, the pure few they had once called brethren forgotten amongst the taint. Here sin was a snake with fangs dripping, poised to strike as it coils ever tighter about the throat, a personal noose to bring you to the end. It did not matter the intentions or the innocence, children here seemed almost to lack such a thing, given to the sins of the father, all seem to succumb to the darkness which offers only pain.

And what of Aita, that poor little child, whose very soul was sold to the devil before she had breathed her first, taken when she had been nothing more than a speck with so much possibility. Within the soul of a child lingers a darkness which was born not of the angelic nor the hellish fires, but rather of a mortal driven to an end she had never wanted, given a curse in the frame of a gift. It was a waltz they danced so many times, entangled together for it seemed they were one and the same, this child lacking her innocence and this twisted God with her mournful cries, both seeking yet never getting the happy life they so desperately wanted.

Accustomed had the child grown to feeling the thrum of energy in hours she had no want to move, pushed into action of one form or another to be rid of it, her favoured a walk along the beach or within the depths of the jungle. It seemed almost fortunate she was present, one of so few now for their numbers had dwindled and down it went again beneath the jaws of a hound, each step leaving her satchel to strike her side. She had taken to checking it before leaving for her little escapades, never did she want to be caught unawares as she had with Beck, left empty handed because she had been too stupid to realise she had not repacked her supplies. Yet never had she thought it would be needed so soon, not for one who she thought of highly, another on the team who had become like a family to her inn recent days.

Marcellus. It was strange to see the cheetah so deep in the jungle, running as though his life was dependent on his speed, each movement strangely jerky and uncoordinated as though he were driven on by shock. For a time she thought nothing of it but quickly her thoughts turned back, latching onto what she had thought was just birds, a strange song but one of theirs none the less. Surely it hadn't been screams, another hurt for the simple fact life is a cruel mistress with no care for those she is to tend to, sending them off to death with barely anything left to them.

Turning towards where Marcellus' had first appeared to her the tiny sage took a quick pace, startled into faster action when the call for a medic rose. The scene which greeted her as not one she expected. Laid out on the ground was Junji, leave a bloody mess of bruises and cut flesh, barely hinting at what was beneath though she was grateful for that much, if the bone didn't pierce through the skin it would make things at least a little easier. Swinging off her bag Aita moved closer, tentative glance raising to Luca though she made no move to stop him just yet, seeming deep in concentration so she would allow him this, wait until he was back to get assistance.

Why was she always the first.

“Junji? Can you hear me?” Speaking as loudly as she dared, which was little more than a rough whisper, she pulled out the bottle of water and one roll of bandages, quickly wetting them and making a move to wipe away the blood on his back so she could better see the damage. The rest could wait for the moment while she handled the bleeding though once Luca was finished she would tear off a segment of clean bandage and wet it, passing it to him and gesturing he should clean off his face. Until Rosemary or Fischer got here this was the best she could do, her experience with bone wasn't that good and she didn't want to jostle it and make it worse.