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~Damien Montgomery~
~Male~
~Leader~
~The Lost~
~Qilin~
~Tagged: Zaila, Istabella, Others~

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"This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your
lungs, lungs, lungs

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Damien stood quietly, rather reserved into his own mind. It was all quite baffling to him, how so much had gone wrong within a matter of minutes. For god's sake, people were already discussing war against the Broken and it hadn't even been a scarce hour. But then again, as he had voiced before, it was only a matter of time before something like this was bound to happen. The clans couldn't seem to go a month without major conflict, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Ever since the Broken had taken root on the Shattered Isle there had been nothing but trouble. Damien had heard plenty about before they came, when there wasn't any danger in the light part of the woods other than the creatures, which they could handle. Now Broken clan members, on the other hand, were not quite as easy to discard of. Seemingly broken from his trance of thought, Damien squared his shoulder and moved away from the rickety wall. Only then did he register that Istabella, the medic apprentice, had entered the room. He nodded to her in greeting, his eyes betraying nothing as usual. "I'll leave you to it Zaila." he said in a rather soft tone, but his voice was even and unemotional, "It might be a bit late for that walk now, but I need to think a few things over before deciding what to do."

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~Scarlett Marie Day~
~Female~
~Member~
~The Broken~
~Gryphon~
~Tagged: n/a~

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"Don't cry to me
If you loved me,
You would be here with me
You want me,
Come find me
Make up your mind"

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The thing about the silence in the forest is that it never lasted long. If you just sat and listened, there would always be some resounding sound. Whether a howl, or the snapping of a branch, there was always something. Such was the fact that unnerved Scarlett about this home of hers. No matter what she was doing, she could never forget the creatures lying wait in the forest. Now, this didn't make her fearful, she was a gryphon after all, and even if it did, she would sooner die than admit that she was afraid. Also, she knew that the Broken didn't have it as worse off. their land held some of the lesser wild beasts, and for that she was both grateful and quite smug. Being a noble creature of pride and vanity herself, she tended not to look to the little things,. but rather the big picture instead. What she saw was a war, raging every second of every day whether her clan mates knew it or not. Whatever advantage they could get, no matter if it be more suitable terrain of simply more members, she would take it. Of course, she would be the one to think this way. In all honesty, Scarlett was a war-driven mind hiding in a casing of feathers and a enormous ego. Even she herself didn't quite recognize this. But no matter, none of that was though of as Scarlett sat in her house, running fingers through her long, luxurious hair that she prized so highly. The woman could be covered in the blood of her enemies and still find time to straighten her hair. Such vain things were a defining feature, but it's not all bad. She did look good most of the time. However, when it came to battle, her gloves came off. Scarlett was a dangerous opponent with her lither muscles and impeccable speed and she knew it. In fact, she had never face off against The Broken's leader, so she did not know for sure, but she would've been willing to bet that she could hold her own. With a sigh, Scarlett stood, and exited her house with long strides, moving out into the daylight. Just then, she saw Darius slipping out of the medic's window, directly in her line of sight. Her eyes narrowed slightly, curious as to what he may be doing, but, as he was her leader, she did not question his intentions. Much.

[ExVenor]

Aisling
21
Female
Broken Medic
Black Panther
Companion: Biddy
Tagged: Darius

Aisling, gives him a funny look when he follows her through the window. "What were you growling about?" Biddy stands on the cot and looks at the leader with a hiss, fur on end and tail straight up. Aisling than switches her gaze to the little feline, "Now what is up with you? Stop being so defensive, you don't act like that with patients. What has he ever done to you?" With an upturn of her nose at the gryphon the kitten walks over to Aisling and climbs up her leg onto the table. Aisling just shakes her head and pats the kitten before moving over to the newest bed in the infirmary. "This is the bed I mentioned, though you are welcome to any of the three. The other two are more cots than beds so falling asleep can be more difficult without extra blankets for padding." She goes to a medium chest at the foot of the bed, pulling out a blanket and an extra pillow she throws them on the bed. "If you would feel more comfortable you can pull this curtain to make a sort of room." She shakes the piece of fabric that hangs from the ceiling with a hospital curtain system taken off a ship infirmary. "I'll stay here cleaning and I'll wake you if you are needed. If you want anything let me know." She smiles at him then walks over to where some of her supplies are strewn across the floor. Couching Aisling starts grabbing various things as she hums a lullaby. It has a sweet melody and is strange to her even as she hums it. She cannot remember where she heard it before, it was certainly not from her mother because Aisling remembers her mother never sang lullabies. Perhaps it was heard from some patient who had stayed at overnight. Thinking back she realizes it can not be recent because the last person to stay overnight had been when her mother was lead healer. She shrugs and continues her work, humming the mysterious tune.

[azhefa.]

{{Eh, I may add him later if I need him

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Istabella
Female
19 years
Medic Apprentice of Lost
Tags: The others
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She takes the gauze with a nod, "Okay, I'll take the dirty towels down to the creek and get them washed so there will be fresh ones on hand." The apprentice quickly wraps up the wound with gentle hands, being a rather pure species she hates hurting people and fighting. Izzy finishes up with the wrap and then starts picking up some of the dirty towels that were lying around waiting to be washed. Many were bloody and gross while others were just slightly used, but all needed to be cleaned and sterile. She gives Zaila a nod and carries the dirty towels out to the stream to wash them since they had no washing machine. Izzy uses a bit of herbal soap to wash out as much dirt and blood as she can before rinsing and wringing it out and putting it up on a long wire nearby used for drying cloths and herbs.

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Aeron
Gryphon
Female
23 years
Normal member of Broken
Tags: None yet
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After sleeping for a while, the Gryphon gets up and stretches, careful of her stitches so she doesn't tear them out. She checks on her wounds and much to her relief many of them were already healed, but the large claw marks were still healing. Since she has wounds on the mend, she can't shift in order to leave her cave which was hundreds of feet from the ground so instead she starts climbing down using some hand and foot holes she carved out in case she needed to get down without shifting. Having the holes were also a big problem, someone else could use them and climb up to her home, but then again, no one was stupid enough to trespass into a Gryphon's home uninvited. Once she was down and on the ground, Aeron heads over to the nearby stream to wash off the rest of the dried blood that caked her leg and chest. She looks around to be sure no one was close by, waiting for her to get vulnerable just to strike, but there weren't any other creatures in the area so she wades out into the cool water with a sigh.

The female hums softly as she starts getting comfortable in the water, the singing of the birds and crickets were relaxing her from her tense and angry state. She strips off her shorts and small tank-top before starting to try and wash off the dirt that decided to cake on her skin. Aeron ducks under the water and scrubs out some dirt from her long black hair before surfacing and wiping water out of her eyes. She continues to hum, the soft sound was very soothing and musical, such a sweet sound rarely ever comes from the rather hostile creature, she's always very uptight and defensive. After getting most of the dirt and blood off her nicely tanned skin, she wrings out her hair with a sigh, not wanting to get out and face the world again.

[Revelry]

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Zaila Terry
Female
Eighteen
The Lost Medic
Qilin
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"You are what you love
Not who loves you
In a world full of the word 'Yes'
I'm here to scream 'No'"
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Zaila looked up from her task for the first time over the course of it. The mortar and pestle at her hands, however, was not ignored when she regarded Damien. Her expression softened slightly with sympathy. She was no leader, nor had she any desire to be so, but she could understand stress. Whereas she was usually bombarded with hysterical loved ones when she tended to an injured, that was only momentary. It would fade with time. A leader had no reprise from such pressure. More than just one or two lives rested on their shoulders. When she spoke, it echoed her sympathy, "I'll stop by and tell you of her condition later." She nodded once as a farewell before being swallowed back up into her work. She hadn't even noticed that Robin had fled the scene.

She turned around to look at the others who still remained in the room then flicked her hand towards the door, shooing them out, "Go on, now. You have seen all that you could want. Go about your business." she instructed. While she could keep her cool for awhile, the audience was not always welcome if she could avoid it.

With only a mumbled farewell to her apprentice, there was some mark of an expression upon her features at last. It was not calm as before. It was etched with some mixture of fear and concern. She pressed two fingers to the neck of her patient and a frown passed over her. Her work became only that much more frantic.

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Darius Barrett
Male
Twenty-five
The Broken Leader
Gryphon
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"Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won"
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Darius did not directly tell on the tiny feline. If he feared being viewed poorly for his decisions, admitting that he was growling at a kitten would be even worse. "Don't blame the cat. They were only being a child." His wary eyes that lingered on the feline a moment continued the act of the apprehension. Then, he turned his attention to the instructions Aisling gave.

Awkwardness was his whole intention behind this and boy did he feel out of place in that infirmary. He seemed to hesitate uncertainly, then said the most heartfelt thank you he could muster-- which, in all honesty, was not the most sincere in sound.

Instead of collapsing straight down on the bed, he willed his form to shift first. At least as a gryphon, when sleeping he would still look menacing. As a human, he had a feeling he would lose that intimidation he worked so hard to keep up. As such, the large creature stepped onto the bed then laid down upon his stomach. His back legs were kicked out and hung over the bed, as did his talons and his head. It was a rather odd sight: a big beast, trying to squeeze onto a small bed. For a few minutes, he kept his eyes open, watching Aisling move about the room. At the gentle sound of her lullaby, his ears perked up to better hear. It was only a matter of time before both his ears and his eyelids fell.

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Robin Thorne
Male
Twenty-two
The Lost
Hellhound
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"Let's forget about the rain
Don't let your worries wash you away
Let's forget about the rain
Hold onto the calm before the storm came"
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Robin had managed to slip away at some point during the commotion. It was a sly move that had brought him to the outside world. To his knowledge, he had not been seen. As far as he knew, he was home free and there was someone he needed to talk to.

The hellhound had calmly, yet hurriedly, slid into the cover of the trees, away from prying eyes that were supposed to be occupied with other matters. At his heels was the spirited young puppy with a wagging tail and excited eyes. One finger to his lip was Robin’s signal to the dog to be quiet. If he had taught him anything, it was that one trick.

There was only one brief moment longer spent in his human form before Robin became a creature of nightmares. A creature that resembled a Doberman took his place. It was massive with sharp claws, almost akin to a feline, but not quite as useful. His chest seemed to be made of smoldering coal, as did the base of each tendril that extended from his head, neck, and shoulders. His true form was a stark difference to the reserved male.

He cast only one quick glance around before he was off into the trees. He moved quickly, but not as fast as most of the other of his pack. That was his downfall. He was slow. In strength, he excelled, all for the price of often being outran. This never seemed to bother him. Behind him lagged the pure dog, struggling to keep up with his master who was much larger than him. A pathetic whine drew Robin’s attention and he skidded to a halt. Of course, Tamoya rammed right into the wolf’s back legs with a yelp.

“Do you not understand quiet?” Hissed the larger canine of the two. Not wanting to waste any more time, Robin took the pup’s scruff in his mouth before proceeding on his journey to the condemned border.

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Erika Thorne
Female
Nineteen
The Broken
Karkadann
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"We were the ones who weren't afraid
We were the broken hearted
We were the scars that wouldn't fade away"
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Erika had yet to return to camp for one sole reason and that one reason alone. It was not the knowledge that her leader was in a terrible mood—she had heard the fight from far off, she had heard the purely rage filled screech of Darius—nor was it dislike for her clan. It was the promise that that day would be one where she was to meet with her brother. No doubt the fight would spur Robin to move faster either.

The equine lingered quite near to the river, Sage, the dog, near to her side and following every movement. She knew well of the risks for being caught so close to the border alone. There were even more risks if she were caught speaking to her brother. In the eyes of the others, he was an enemy. The same stakes were pinned on Robin. Both could face terrible consequences for so much as regarding each other with anything but hatred. Still, they met, just about every other day if at all possible.

That day, though, the karkadann began to doubt her brother would show. It was not a personal thing, nor an altogether uncommon occurrence. There were extenuating circumstances that could keep them back quite frequently. After all, sneaking away from your clan and breaking multiple rules was no easy ordeal. Just when she was about to turn to head back for camp, a low bark turned her back around to peer across the crystal water and a set of glowing eyes within the trees.

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Aisling
21
Female
Broken Medic
Black Panther
Companion: Biddy
Tagged: Darius

She finishes cleaning her things from the floor and glances over to see if Darius might need the boring story. She smiles as she sees the picture before her, of a large fearsome gryphon sleeping soundly on a too small bed. She moves to the where there is a chair sitting at a desk and she quietly pulls out some paper and a pen. Since she has the time she might as well do a quick inventory of her supplies, which has been neglected for the last week. She moves about in total silence and opens various cabinets and drawers counting the items before moving to the next thing. When she is done she is surprised to see that there is a shortage on some basic items. Nothing much and certainly not a danger considering only things that she has a constant supply of are missing. She double checks her numbers and frowns looking at her paper work. She shakes her head, if it isn't dire then she won't mention it. She could have very well misplaced it herself, though she doubts that possibility. With a quiet sigh she looks out the window to see a clan member, and she lifts her hand in greeting before turning back to her task. Biddy comes over and head-butts Aisling's elbow for attention. Picking up the kitten and placing Biddy in her lap, Aisling leans back in her chair and watches the sleeping gryphon. Since he is not on to be caught sleeping often, she works on committing this to memory. The only time she really gets a good look at his gryphon form is when he is flying, or walking through camp. He always has that air of dominance and authority, so she feels honoured that he would allow her the chance to seem him relaxed in sleep.

Caelum
20
Male
Lost Member
Pegasus
Tagged: Istabella

He sees a towel that was missed because it had slid under the table out of sight. He grabs it and follows Izzy. She was already gone when he got outside so he walks over to the river and looks around until he sees her. He walks over with the bloody material, "You forgot one. I can wash it though." He crouches at the river and begins to rub the red out of it. "So what is your opinion of what has been transpiring around here? Do you think this was some deliberate attack or a unfortunate meet up? I myself am curious as to who crossed the order first, and into who's territory." He is curious to see what the uni-peg is thinking. She is usually so very shy that her boldness while tending the patient is an interesting change.

[azhefa.]

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Istabella
Female
19 years
Medic Apprentice of Lost
Tags: Caelum
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She looks up as she hears footsteps and then a voice, but quickly smiles when she sees it was just Caelum, "Oh hey, thanks I always end up forgetting something." She looks back down to her own towel, a faint pink in her cheeks. The young female goes and hangs up the newly washed towel as she listens to Caelum speak, pausing a little as he asks her some questions about the attack, but quickly returns to the water to start washing another towel, "I don't know, Pepper is always careful when doing her patrols. We had been talking just this morning actually about this white Gryphon who flies around on the other side of the river, it appears to like testing the border." She sighs a bit and shrugs, rubbing out some blood from the cloth in her hands, "But you never know, Pepper could have gotten curious and wondered too close." Izzy glances over at Caelum and then back to the towel she was washing shyly, her earlier boldness was starting to wear off and her usual shy nature was returning.

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Aeron
Gryphon
Female
23 years
Normal member of Broken
Tags: None yet
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After sleeping for a while, the Gryphon gets up and stretches, careful of her stitches so she doesn't tear them out. She checks on her wounds and much to her relief many of them were already healed, but the large claw marks were still healing. Since she has wounds on the mend, she can't shift in order to leave her cave which was hundreds of feet from the ground so instead she starts climbing down using some hand and foot holes she carved out in case she needed to get down without shifting. Having the holes were also a big problem, someone else could use them and climb up to her home, but then again, no one was stupid enough to trespass into a Gryphon's home uninvited. Once she was down and on the ground, Aeron heads over to the nearby stream to wash off the rest of the dried blood that caked her leg and chest. She looks around to be sure no one was close by, waiting for her to get vulnerable just to strike, but there weren't any other creatures in the area so she wades out into the cool water with a sigh.

The female hums softly as she starts getting comfortable in the water, the singing of the birds and crickets were relaxing her from her tense and angry state. She strips off her shorts and small tank-top before starting to try and wash off the dirt that decided to cake on her skin. Aeron ducks under the water and scrubs out some dirt from her long black hair before surfacing and wiping water out of her eyes. She continues to hum, the soft sound was very soothing and musical, such a sweet sound rarely ever comes from the rather hostile creature, she's always very uptight and defensive. After getting most of the dirt and blood off her nicely tanned skin, she wrings out her hair with a sigh, not wanting to get out and face the world again.

[Revelry]

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Darius Barrett
Male
Twenty-five
The Broken Leader
Gryphon
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"Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won"
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Darius had at least one thing going for him when he slept. His talons nor his beak were affected by the slumber. There was still that unnerving appearance to the beast. Any enemy stumbling upon him would be like a knight coming across a slumbering dragon. For the moment, seemingly peaceful and calm. But, when awakened, a true terror of the lands.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He would later question how he was so easily able to drift off into a state of unconscious rest. He would piece it together as the fact that he had reached his last bit of energy, or maybe that it was the pressure of someone else being there. She expected him to sleep, therefore his mind actually allowed him. Or maybe, it was that very same thing-- that someone was there-- but for a wholly different reason. Maybe it was that reassured knowledge that there were those who would still stand beside him after all of his faults.

For quite a time there was no disturbance to his rest, until all too familiar scenes plagued his dreams. There were times before that he had tried to rest and each time was corrupted by nightmares. It was a tangled mess of what had happened and his fears manifested into something more real. Into a vision. He did not make a single sound, but, much like a dreaming canine, his legs twitched occasionally and his ears flicked every once in a while, as though listening to the most acute of noises.

[dokidoki!123]

I'll join in a bit, okay? till then!)

[dokidoki!123]

Picture:
Name: Skyra
Sex: female
Age: 15
Personality (required): quiet, and thinks action speaks louder than words. Skyra's also very rude at times, and thinks most shifters aren't worth her time. She can also be very lazy, and you can usually find her napping somewhere.
History (required): She ran away from her home when she was ten years old due to her family's abuse and cruel ways. She nearly died out on her own, when The Broken found her.
Clan: The Broken.
Rank (if any): none
Animal form: Leopard
Other: Hates it when people wake her.

[Revelry]

(Doki, I am going to ask that you personalize your form a bit more and maybe add some more detail. The form I provided was just an idea of what it should include. Otherwise, I would like them to be a bit more thought out. If you need an example, check out the forms of anyone who is active in the roleplay, theirs are all good examples of what I'd like to see. They are all unique to each roleplayer. I don't mean to be rude, I just want it to be fair for everyone who devoted time into their forms and really thought out their character.)