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[attr="class","ig"]The beginnings of summer hummed outside the cracked open window of Clyde’s secluded work space. Frequently, when he assisted in the medical tasks provided by the Assembly, they would shove him inside a small room. Until he was informed he could leave, Clyde was expected to stay there and only have access to the adjacent bathroom. The Assembly of Phantoms barely placed an ounce of trust in the benevolent lycanthrope. Never had he attested to agreeing with their goals, which he did not. The reason for his participation was the powerful, albeit, naive kindness inside his heart.
He despised when people were injured and left to meet a gruelling demise. Therefore, he fixed his efforts on administering medical attention to the weaker, less favourable of the Assembly’s members. Therefore, he rarely witnessed the known hotshot soldiers limp through his door. Only when the Assembly discovered themselves low on the medical staff or having a severe overflow could he perhaps observe their more renown. Otherwise, Clyde found himself bandaging the wounds of the lesser-known members and slathering their gashes in disinfectant ointment. Alas, he never minded their distrust of his position so long as the weaker had the potential to receive assistance.
Thus, on the gorgeous early summer day, Clyde stood in his lonesome, organizing his tools. The sounds of chirping birds reaching his sensitive ears while warm light filtered through his window. Softly, the redheaded lycanthrope hummed his mother's old lullaby, a gentle, soothing tune. Wrapped around his large shoulders were the classic garbs of a doctor to protect the clothing beneath. Gradually, his workspace received organization and a sterilizing clean to assure nobody would be displeased with the quality of his area.
Tools were returned to their respective trays before being carefully tucked away, bandages were stacked away and the various devices were placed in their proper locations. Then, the redhead's eyes fixated on windows of his office, his eyes noticing the small smudges. In his large hands, a bottle of Windex was grabbed, promptly followed by paper towel. A single rectangle of absorbant paper was fetched. Quick sprays were accomplished, obnoxious chemical scents filling his sensitive smell. For a moment, he bated his breath, bringing the paper towel to the window.
After accomplishing circular shrubs on the windows, Clyde stepped back, a triumphant smile playing onto his lips followed by a gradual exhale. Despite effectively being shoved away in a corner, the bespectacled doctor managed to discover enjoyment in his work. There were plenty of activities to preoccupy himself on the slower days, furthermore, the thought of assisting others pacified him. Somebody needed to help the unfortunate souls absorbed in Zeredah's questionable ideals and despite his lack of agreement, Clyde swore himself to it.
Everybody needed assistance for the sake of their families and friends who depended on them. Alas, wishes of peace reigning filled the lycanthrope's mind as he continued his cleaning, moving onto the next window. One day, he desired to welcome the notion of everybody lying down and listening to the sounds of nature as opposed to the frightful clashes of battle. A breeze would pass through, carrying the aroma of flowers as people finally calmed. It was always how Clyde imagined the aspects of the peaceful existence he craved.
A happy sigh flowed through the lycanthrope's lips at the cherished thought of a peaceful world. Naively, he clung to the notions of one day they would receive these gifts without accepting the possibility of war being a necessity for there to be peace. Balance was a crucial aspect of the world, alas, Clyde found himself dreaming of a time where war no longer existed.ℳ𝒾𝓏𝑜.☽[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/316275209/original.gif);[/newclass]
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He despised when people were injured and left to meet a gruelling demise. Therefore, he fixed his efforts on administering medical attention to the weaker, less favourable of the Assembly’s members. Therefore, he rarely witnessed the known hotshot soldiers limp through his door. Only when the Assembly discovered themselves low on the medical staff or having a severe overflow could he perhaps observe their more renown. Otherwise, Clyde found himself bandaging the wounds of the lesser-known members and slathering their gashes in disinfectant ointment. Alas, he never minded their distrust of his position so long as the weaker had the potential to receive assistance.
Thus, on the gorgeous early summer day, Clyde stood in his lonesome, organizing his tools. The sounds of chirping birds reaching his sensitive ears while warm light filtered through his window. Softly, the redheaded lycanthrope hummed his mother's old lullaby, a gentle, soothing tune. Wrapped around his large shoulders were the classic garbs of a doctor to protect the clothing beneath. Gradually, his workspace received organization and a sterilizing clean to assure nobody would be displeased with the quality of his area.
Tools were returned to their respective trays before being carefully tucked away, bandages were stacked away and the various devices were placed in their proper locations. Then, the redhead's eyes fixated on windows of his office, his eyes noticing the small smudges. In his large hands, a bottle of Windex was grabbed, promptly followed by paper towel. A single rectangle of absorbant paper was fetched. Quick sprays were accomplished, obnoxious chemical scents filling his sensitive smell. For a moment, he bated his breath, bringing the paper towel to the window.
After accomplishing circular shrubs on the windows, Clyde stepped back, a triumphant smile playing onto his lips followed by a gradual exhale. Despite effectively being shoved away in a corner, the bespectacled doctor managed to discover enjoyment in his work. There were plenty of activities to preoccupy himself on the slower days, furthermore, the thought of assisting others pacified him. Somebody needed to help the unfortunate souls absorbed in Zeredah's questionable ideals and despite his lack of agreement, Clyde swore himself to it.
Everybody needed assistance for the sake of their families and friends who depended on them. Alas, wishes of peace reigning filled the lycanthrope's mind as he continued his cleaning, moving onto the next window. One day, he desired to welcome the notion of everybody lying down and listening to the sounds of nature as opposed to the frightful clashes of battle. A breeze would pass through, carrying the aroma of flowers as people finally calmed. It was always how Clyde imagined the aspects of the peaceful existence he craved.
A happy sigh flowed through the lycanthrope's lips at the cherished thought of a peaceful world. Naively, he clung to the notions of one day they would receive these gifts without accepting the possibility of war being a necessity for there to be peace. Balance was a crucial aspect of the world, alas, Clyde found himself dreaming of a time where war no longer existed.
