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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/10/2016 1:59:41 AM
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[u][i]A Person in Need[/i][/u]
[u]Alpha and Beta's house, just outside Dojoville, 4:21PM[/u]
Beta sat there, crying. How'd she get this way? well, when your brother's a wanted criminal, with one of the most powerful organizations helping his pursuers, you don't have the most peaceful of times.
Where was she sitting? Oh, nowhere special. Just a pool of blood and sweat and tears, her blue jeans had been soaked through at the knees with red, the joints disabled by a high caliber handgun. JT's handgun.
She leaned against the doorway, JT was still there and Alpha.....she didn't know what happened, one moment he's there, another he's gone, leaving her in pain, afraid, and alone with a man who just might harm her more.
The fur on her face glistened with sweat and tears, some even leaking out from behind the shock of white fur that she'd highlighted with lavender to bring out the same color in her right eye, her only eye. Her half-sawed-off horns shone in the light as she shook, and her fangs caught that same light as she sobbed, scared and frightened.
((open, especially to JT))
English
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(The figure arrived at the ship, assuming she was unconscious, and applied stem cell resin to her joints, which wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, though it was the quickest way to heal them)
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The shots exploded through the quiet summer sky perpetually casted upon the Dojo. A good duel was always of interest to Sawyer, who sat back, listening to what he could find on the radio not compromised by static and drinking chilled whiskey when he heard the sound of a high-powered revolver crackle with gunpowder and fire. With closed eyes he stood from his resting place on the damp wool cot soaked with sweat, stepping from his quaint Dojoville home. The home he had found after minutes of striking through the streets of paved stone and concrete burning under his feet from the harsh sun resembled the other humble huts assigned to residents of the Dojo. However, the Sparrowhawk outside was strange... and more so the girl who cried with her midsection permeated by pooling blood. He approached before seeing the light fur and shaven horns, instant resemblance stirring within him. His hurried walk became a sprint, rushing towards Beta.
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 11/10/2016 1:09:58 PM[b][i]A man in a mahagony longcoat, who also had a hood of the same color which cast a perpetual shadow over his eyes, appeared before Beta, a flurry of ash like particles following him.[/i][/b] [i]"You don't look so good.. If you want.. I could just end it right here.."[/i] [b][i]He sounded uncharacteristically sad.[/i][/b] [i]"Or, I could heal you.. kind of."[/i]
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[spoiler]Well, here goes nothing. I'll see if I can get back into this RP. [/spoiler] *as she sat there in fear, she could hear the footsteps of something coming towards her, but she was unable to see what it was at first. As they got closer, she could see a [url=http://pre13.deviantart.net/cb7b/th/pre/f/2014/137/0/e/ka_rta_tor_by_nomnom09-d7ipega.png]man in black and red armor[/url] approaching her. Despite wearing some form of combat armor, he didn't seem to be coming to fight. Once he was a meter or so from the girl, he quickly examined the girl's visible injuries and kneeled down and looked at her, his purple eyes barely visible through his helmet "Who did this?"-Unknown
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She had already been carried by Ry into Ry's ship, and operated on, if you wished you could probably follow her
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[spoiler]Should I use dark Alpha for this?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]you could if you want, but Beta is already recovering in Ry's ship[/spoiler]
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Edited by Pamhakat: 11/10/2016 3:46:49 PMQuincy smelled the blood from a mile away. He had seen Alpha's and Beta's house before, so getting there wasn't an issue. At the crush of a stone, he was standing in their front yard, frantically looking around before spotting a pool of Beta's blood.
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Beta had already been carried into Ry's ship, but left a trail of blood droplets
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*Quincy hurridly followed the trail of blood to the ship, quickly sending Nyxon a text saying "track my scent, something bad happened to Beta, dont know what yet."*
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When you get there, she'd already'd been operated on, laying on a circular, large, and red bed with an I.V. drip in her left arm. Her legs were covered by the covers, and she was talking to someone who was with orange skin, a winter coat with stenciled flames, and heavy clothing ((ASAP's character)) Beta was wearing an orange tank top, but you didn't see what was wrong with her, till you heard a whirring noise as she moved her left leg slightly
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[spoiler]Pink skin, not orange.[/spoiler]
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*i knock on the wall* B-Beta? Is that you?
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Beta smiled, nodding But.....she went red, like she was ashamed of something "H-hey, Um......w-where's Nyxon?"
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I texted him, he should be here soon. *i smile at her blush* You two are cute by the way.
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She smiled weakly, but looked away, distracted and fidgety "T-thanks?"
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*Nyxon appears next to Quincy* Nyxon: "Sorry Q but i had to use another stone, what happened?!?"
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She looks abashed and ashamed, not wanting to lift the covers where the noise was coming from "M-my brother and I got shot....I....I dunno where Alex went...."
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Nyxon sees Beta and rushes over to her. "Beta... who... why..." *he stops asking questions and gemtly hugs her* Im glad youre safe...
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She hugged back, but as you got close you noticed something off about her leg area
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w-what happened to your legs.. *he asks in a soft, concerned tone*
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She started to cry, she looked like she'd offer no resistance if you'd move the covers
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*i carefully lift the cover while stroking her back*
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Her legs.......they were both prosthetic now, white colored, and still in the shape of her old legs, paws and claws and all, save they lacked fur She cried "Y-you st-still love me....r-right?"
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*he looks her in the eyes, his own glowing a soft orange* Of course, nothing could change that
