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[ExVenor]

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

Aisling reaches out her hand with an amused smile, and takes his offered hand. With his help she pulls herself from the floor and lands on her feet outside of her window. She awkwardly clears her throat and looks away as she steps back. You would think the medic would be used to getting in people's personal space but if there is one thing that will always make her blush or back up is if she is really close to someone. She looks him up and down noting the tired eyes and agitated expression. "I usually do not sleep in the window frame but I was waiting for you to get back, with whoever was fighting. I saw you take off and I could hear the cries of battle so I got some supplies ready if I needed to tend to someone in the field." She pats her bag then pulls it over her head, and turning away from him for a moment she drops it back into the infirmary. "I am going to guess they are not coming back considering I saw something red and white flying in the opposite direction of here." She pauses for a moment and looks in the direction the person had flown. She knew they must be alright if they didn't come for aid so she doesn't focus too much worry on the thought. However, there is one subject that worries her and she bite her bottom lip and tries to think about how to ask him about it. Her hand goes up and rubs over the top of her head, before dropping to her side once again. With a sigh she settles on being blunt, "Darius, I have been meaning to ask you if you have been feeling well. You haven't been out of your office for a while and I can see you have clearly been missing sleep..." She reaches up with her hands and gently turns his head left then right, scrutinizing his face for any sign of what might be causing him to lose sleep. She knows there is a risk of annoying him, but she never gets the chance to give him check-ups when he fights her tooth and nail about it. So maybe she is taking some liberties right now but she is putting her foot down for once whether he is going to allow her or not.

[r a i n d r o p s]

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~Damien Montgomery~
~Male~
~Leader~
~The Lost~
~Qilin~
~Tagged: Zaila~

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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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Lightly, Damien laughed, his face scrunching slightly at the action. "So you're targeting the entire clan, I see." he said. With Zaila's change in demeanor, Damien tilted his head slightly, moving out of the door frame and fully into the sunlight. The rays felt heavenly on his bare skin, as they always did. His love of nature stemmed from more than just his species, and he was always the happiest among a natural scenery. He thought for a moment, nodding at her comment, "Yes, the silence in unnerving. We both know they haven't just decided to give up and leave us alone." Now, Damien didn't hate very many things, it just wasn't his nature, but if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was The Broken. Their lack of respect for the land, as well as their bold demeanor. All of it irked him beyond belief. Pondering, he replied, "Honestly, I have no idea. I think striking first is a bad idea, but any time now they might pull something." His hunch was clearly correct, given the scuffle that the two had yet to hear word about.

[ExVenor]

(I finally got around to making a male character. By the way I think I will stop making my entire posts coloured and settling on speech and name like what you guys have been doing. It makes it easier on the eyes, when reading over the posts again.)

||Caelum | Argo | Leo ||

Basics:
Name: Caelum Argo Leo
Sex: Male
Age: Twenty
Orientation: Straight, he is only interested in females.
Status: Single

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Looks:
Hair: Natural blond hair, short in length and usually sticking up messily.
Eyes: His eyes are dark blue.
General: Tall, medium muscle build, he has a little bit of a tan.
Clothing: He wears gray/blue jeans and a form-fitting long sleeve black shirt. Gray sneakers with white soles and laces.

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Personality:
Quiet, Determined, Intelligent, Loyal, Confident, Friendly, Prankster, Funny, Easygoing, Fast
He loves having races and competitions with clan mates, but always finds a way to cheat so that it just ends up as a funny mess. He prefers to be a mediator when stuck between two people fighting, and he hates physical conflict. It may just be because of his flighty nature but it might also be because everyone he knows can easily best him when he is in his true form. If he does get in a fight he stays in his human form for as long as possible before changing. He loves flying low during storms and can easily be lost among the clouds in any weather. Any pranking he does is pretty mild, he just wants to invokes laughs not anger or conflict. The most he has done is leave rotting fruit in someone's bed. When he isn't at home he can be found in a field a little away from his house, either in his human form or as a pegasus. He has never broken a rule in his life and he is perfectly happy with his rank in the clan, he prefers to follow instead of leading

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History:
His parents had not been expecting a shifter son because they had both lost their powers. When they realized what he was they started searching for someplace to live where he could be safe to be himself. They eventually heard about the Shattered Isle and they made their way to it with their son who was then thirteen. He fit into the environment happily and his parents eventually died of natural causes when he was eighteen. He misses them but continues to live in the small house made of wood that his father had painstakingly built. He usually does not engage in fighting because he would only have his hooves and wings to fight with, making him feel rather vulnerable around all the predators.

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Clan Information:
Clan: The Lost
Rank: Regular
How: He joined them with his parents when they came to the island and he was young.
True/Animal Form: Pegasus

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Other:
He usually does scouting because he is not the best fighter against so many creatures with teeth and claws.

[Revelry]

(Looks good, Stumpy ^_^ Accepted.)

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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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The leader casually crossed his arms over his chest, a stern pose too commonly employed. The mention of the fight was enough to remind him of his disgust. Of his annoyance which he gave a voice to. "If they do come back, you are not to offer them help." He said bitterly. It was unusually cold, even for him, to say such a thing. Perhaps it was the stress. Perhaps he was losing it. Either way, he had no intentions of helping the female from before.

Both of his brows lifted when his own well being was questioned. It was the first time he could recall that any voiced concern for him. It was always either statements on how they think things should be run or hisses that he needed to be a better leader. Never was it a friend-- or at least someone half concerned about whether he was alive or dead-- that spoke to him. Sure it was quite fitting for that interaction to come from a medic. That was their job, after all.

"I'm fine." He said defensively. Clearly the concern was lost on him after the momentary shock. As soon as his face was touched, he took a step back. If his glare had ever faded, it was back then. "I do what I must in order to keep things from falling apart completely. Whether or not I am healthy is not a priority." He was such a broken record at that point. It was always the same remark anytime Aisling tried to patch him up.

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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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The girl clasped her hands behind her back, causing her posture to fix itself into a more proper straightness. Her head was tilted to one side, much like a curious canine. There was truth in Damien's words. Striking first would get the surprise, but it also typically opened one up for retaliation. If they were to make the first move it would only kindle that fire that burned within the Broken, the flames of revenge that would only be bolstered with opposition.

"Then I guess all we can do is wait." She decided, though that is what they had been doing. Most of them, especially her, tried to play it off as though everything was fine. They seldom brought up the matter in conversation, not wanting to strike up panic. However, as a medic, it was always her nature to think of all of the possibilities. A trait that is often used to determine the cause of a wound or illness was turned strategic ever so rarely. For only a brief moment, she remained silent. In a perfect world, there would be none of this fighting. Both sides could agree to disagree and all would be well in the world. There would be no fear other than the wild creatures of the forest and what loners there are.

Zaila righted her head just as she shook it. "But, now is not the time to fuss." She declared with a rather forced brightness, "It's a nice day and we have no reason to fear anything immediate." Her words were short lived when her eyes met Robin's own orbs, flashed over with a mix of emotions. He was no longer sitting on the ground, entertaining a puppy, but the support of a bloodied girl. She was a newcomer of the group, one who had often stirred up trouble in the form of sneaking off or taking more than her share of this or that. But, never had Zay seen her in the state that she was in. Bloodied and struggling to stand. She gave no single word other than a soft swear before she took off sprinting after the hellhound.

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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 hardly had a chance to process anything between the time he was lounging about and the movement to catch a stumbling girl who presented herself from within the trees. He did not know her name, nor hardly her face, but that made no difference to him. With some swift words of both instruction and support, he had secured the female's arm over his shoulders and gave a sharp whistle to attract Zaila's attention. It had the expected result and he began to help bring the girl towards the infirmary.

It didn't take long before the nameless girl's legs to give out, for her knees to buckle, and her weight to become heavy. At that point, Robin adapted by picking her up in his arms. It was a much easier way to go about things rather than try to drag her behind him.

From what he could see, she had many small wounds and one rather nasty one that peeked up from under her shirt collar. If the wounds themselves were not fatal, then the blood loss was enough to drain her completely. To the untrained eye, it was rather impossible to tell the one who had caused the wounds. To him, it was something with claws and that was all he knew.

[ExVenor]

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

Aisling gives him an angry look when he instructs her to refuse someone treatment. "You are our leader so I trust your judgment even if I disagree, punishments are completely your decision. My one stipulation is that if they show up about to die I will help. Small wounds can be healed be the injured but fatal wounds will be given at least mediocre attention." Aisling's hands clench into fists as he moves away and she follows him by taking a step forward. She clearly tenses and closes her eyes breathing through her nose to control the boiling anger. She was like a young volcano, about to erupt but not quite. Though if you looked hard enough you can see the lava bubbling just below the surface. Her eyes snap open and she looks up at Darius with only frustration and anger tinged with a hint of concern. "Then you are a fool." Her voice is low and calm, as she takes another step forward clearly challenging him over his repeated statement. "Your health is priority number one." Her hand goes between their faces with a single finger raised to emphasize her point. "What do you think will happen to the clan if you fall ill? If you are over-tired and are attacked? They will either mourn your loss along with me or try to take your position as you are weakened. I cannot stop someone from challenging you if all my energy is focused on keeping you alive in the infirmary." Her hand drops and clenches at her side, much like the one that was already down. "I am tired of hearing that line! What was it last time? A cut? A broken finger? You say the same thing, you will do anything for your people but it does not include you." She lets out a large breath and leans back on one hip, crossing her arms under her chest, her voice takes on a different tone and her glare softens slightly. "Darius, what am I supposed to do when you come to me with something and it is too late? How do you expect me to watch you wither away as the clan falls apart? Taking care of your clan should include the emotional aspects as well as physical. I for one am tired of worrying myself sick about what you will hide next or avoid until I force you to tell me. You have not been the only one to lose sleep lately, I've been doing my best to watch the clan as you stay hidden away and provide any council if they need anything. I am no leader, that is why I happily listen to you but you should know by now that I will gladly help in any way I can. Whether it be listening to running through town in a weird costume, I'll do it if it helps. I am your friend in this, not your enemy." She looks at him still angry but more frustrated at having to tell him again why his silly line about it 'being for the clan and his health is unimportant' is starting to wear very thin with her.

[r a i n d r o p s]

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

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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 nodded, and replied, "And wait we shall." Then, when the injured girl stumbled into view, Robin hauling her in tow. Damien's expression transformed. He went from irritated, thinking about The Broken, to deathly serious. He recognized the girl and knew that he'd reprimanded her multiple times, but she was new, so he'd let it slide. He did not, however, know her name, but it didn't matter. He ran behind Zaila, keeping pace but watching as to not run her over. Knowing from experience that most medics needed their space, he stayed behind several paces, slightly surprised at the speed which Zay took off running. The only emotion running through his mind was anger, which was unusual for the fair-minded Qilin. Even from only a small ways away, it wasn't apparent exactly what had caused her injuries, but it was only appropriate that she had appeared just as they had spoken about the overlying silence among the forest. The only thing he knew was that it was not a good sign, and if someone rather than something had done this to her, it would not go unaccounted for.

[ExVenor]

Caelum
20
Male
Lost Member
Pegasus
Tagged: open

Caelum opens his eyes slowly and yawns. He sits up and stretches out his back with a couple cracks, before standing and dressing. He walks out of his house in the sunlight and squints, rubbing his eyes from the brightness. "Good morning or whatever time it is, daytime." He says as he looks around camp at nothing and no one. It is pretty unusual that no one else is awake yet so he shrugs and starts his morning walk around the perimeter of the camp, hands thrust into his pockets. He whistles a random tune and kicks various rocks around. He wonders where the others are but he also figures someone will find him if there is a need for him. He doubts there are any battle plans or strategizing going on right now. He only has the single recurring idea that they just make a treaty or kidnap someone from the other side to stop all further attacks. They both have flaws and he had voiced them before and has quickly lost all interest in coming up with brilliant ideas to change their way of life. He preferred to leave that to the others from now on.

[azhefa.]

{{ Lol more movies, one of them made me cry -.-

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Aeron
Gryphon
Female
23 years
Normal member of Broken
Tags: None yet
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The female growls as she lands just outside the cave she calls home, her flank was burning and so was her chest where the other creature ripped out some feathers. Aeron half limps into the cave and changes back to human form to doctor her wounds, the shifting made her hiss and nearly punch the wall from the pain. Once her shifting was finished, she puts on a tank top and a pair of very short shorts and then sits near the entrance so the cool breeze can help try and sooth her wounds and over heated body. She forces herself to stand and limp over to her makeshift bed and the stack of medical supplies she has accumulated over the weeks she's been in the clan, slipping a gauze pad here or a bit of herbs there from the medic's supply. Aeron groans as she goes about cleaning and stitching the long claw marks on her outer thigh and dressing all the cuts that range from small scrapes to long slices. When she was finished she lays back on her bed with a tired sigh and tries to get some rest.

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Samael
Hellhound
Male
25 years
Normal member of Lost
Tags: Robin, Zaila, and Damien
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He whistles a bit as he wanders around the camp, not really interested in hunting or going out of his way to mingle with his clan mates. Samael kicks a rock towards the nearby stream and then looks over as he hears the sound of running, more than just one judging from the rhythm of the footfalls. He huffs a sigh and jogs over to where he hears the sounds, only to skid to a stop and move out of the way as Robin and Zaila bring a wounded girl into the camp. Samael looks over to Damien as he notices the leader following after the trio, "Hey, Damien, what's going on? Why is Pepper so hurt?"

(Lol made up a name for the injured girl, leave it to the lady's man to know her name xD)

[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' demeanor slowly altered from a stubborn leader to a little kid who had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. A headstrong man such as himself avoiding eye contact out of guilt was a bit of an uncommon sight. He did it so fervently because he knew what she said was true. As dominant as he was, as much as his instincts screamed for him to retort to the challenge, he was caught in place where he had little defense. He bit the inside of his lower lip as he silently stood there.

Perhaps that very subject was where his faults rested. He was too concerned with the well being of his clan when really he didn't know what was best for himself. In his withdrawal to try to draft some viable plan, he had stirred up both concern and ideas of rebellion. It all became so clear at once that it drew him into further contemplation that he had to fight in order to keep away.

Finally, he uncovered the right way to handle things. Well, the rightest way he could muster up. "You view me as a friend?" For a second, he seemed about to accept this, to welcome it. But, then, he shook his head and regained a stony expression. "You are the only one and I would advise against it." he spoke gruffly. Though, in a sign of defeat, he dropped his arms to his sides from where they had been crossed. His weight shifted from foot to foot with indecision. His resolve was slowly breaking as he tried to build it back up.

Maybe what he needed was that someone to confide his worries in. To bounce ideas off of. But how would that look to others? To say he was a weak leader that couldn't handle things on his own. His father had lead alone, not even speaking to his wife about anything. Therein lied the problem. He would not be pleasing his father.

"If..." His mouth hung open for a moment before he snapped it shut. Another moment. He spoke again, "If it would make you feel better... I really am feeling fine. Stressed, yes. Sick, not that I know of. Exhausted, also yes." he for once spoke of his feelings. It was the tiniest advancement but it was something.

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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 made it to the infirmary just a few seconds after Robin and already she was at work. Her hair was swiftly pulled back into a messy ponytail to avoid having it be a nuisance as she worked. Robin had laid the girl down on a makeshift bed that was really more of a table than anything. It was the best they had and therefore what they used.

The infirmary itself was well kept. It had to be in case of emergency situations like that very moment. Each tonic and salve had it's place upon one of many shelves. There was a healthy supply of water that had previously been boiled and cleansed for cleaning wounds. Zay reached for this first as well as a nearby cloth. It was shortly thereafter that she was scrubbing away the blood to get a good look at the wounds.

The fashion of the small ones affirmed her earlier suspicions. They were claw marks. That meant two things. One, it was not by any member of their clan. Though there was little suspicion that it was originally. Sure, the wolves had claws, but not ones they would fight with. These were long and deep cuts made by something that knew how to use them and she had a sneaking suspicion as to what it was.

The minor injuries were easily patched up, just taking a bit of cleaning and pressure to stop the blood flow. It was the large gash on the girl's back that most concerned her. It also was the most cryptic of her wounds. With the characteristics of the cut of one claw, but almost a scoop like appearance. Once it was cleaned, there were the apparent thinner edges at either end of the wound that revealed all that needed to be said.

"A gryphon." She stated as she worked. It was the first breech in the silence that had flooded the room. "These are no claw marks, but talons. The bite shows the traits of a beak. A thestral could have been the one, but that would not account for the scratching." A brief pause allowed her to gather up materials for stitching the wound shut. For a young medic, she acted with the experience of an elder. Her movements were fluid and not at all hesitant. Under such pressure, she did not buckle. "As much as I hate to jump to conclusions, I know of only one gryphon." of course, that one gryphon was the infamous leader. She did not, however, know she was wrong in her assumption.

Robin stood off to the side after he had set the girl down. It was now his job only to help out Zaila. However, she did not seem to be accepting any assistance that time around. So, instead, he simply moved as far out of the way as he could, keeping a watchful eye in case he was needed.

[ExVenor]

(My mother and I almost always cry at the same time with sad movies, or the kinds that have a happy ending where an actor cries. It always gets us every time, my younger sister and father think we are pretty hilarious, but we just say they have hearts of stone.)

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

Aisling watches him, finding the awkwardness both unusual and endearing of the confident leader. She also drops her challenging pose and relaxes with a sigh. She has a spark of hope when he asks about her sincerity for friendship, then rolls her eyes as he retreats back into his hard exterior. It is then that she makes it her mission to become the best friend he could ever have, because that brief glimpse she had of him not being stony was enough to prove there is someone within worth fighting to see more of. "Advisory noted and filed accordingly." She gives him the smallest smile of encouragement when he looks as if he were about to speak but stopped. After one false start he answers her original question. Aisling's smile grows and she nods her head at his progress. "Thank you." She says simply, even though she wants to give him a hug and a pat on the back. She knows he works hard and she herself finds hugs are a great way of just taking a moment to pause and let your mind go blank to just enjoy the silence. She had started to move forward to give him one but quickly checks herself and tries to pass it off as just shifting her weight. "Well I recommend a healthy dose of sleep and at least a few moments relaxation for those things. I won't press you to get a check up but I would recommend that as well." Aisling glances down as Biddy weaves around her legs to jump up on the window sill, then curls up on the satchel sitting on the floor. "So what was the fight about, my friend? Was it one of ours or one of their's to cross into the opposite territory?"

Caelum
20
Male
Lost Member
Pegasus
Tagged: open

He hears voices and heads in that direction at a casual walk. He comes around the corner of the building that houses the infirmary and stops as he watches a group of people rushing to the building. He stays quiet and watches with concerned curiosity, perfectly alright with waiting for the situation to explain itself. He smells the blood and scrunches his nose, at the bitterness, his eyes examining the red liquid. He steps to the side in a very horse like manner, becoming more concerned and cautious than before. He speaks when he hears it was a gryphon he can only think of one, "Shouldn't we do something to him in return? Did she sneak out of our territory or is this the first sign of an attack to come?"