03-26-2018, 01:56 AM
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[table] | " WHY CAN'T I FIND YOU "
[size=10px] beware hidden scroll.
[align=center] She remembered that it had been a special night. She had walked into her home in the city and upon her pillow had been a note. Next to the note had been a rose and her son's best penmanship scribed on the paper. "Please meet me, follow the trail. See you soon, momma."
Needless to say, she had followed the scent trail he had left. What awaited for her by the lake was something she hadn't been expecting. Candles, a large comforter spread out on the ground, some various snacks, even some sugar cookies that he had scrounged up. Those were her favorite, although she didn't care for icing. The whole thing overlooked the lake where the stars shined their brightest.
She remembered everything about that night, how she had listened to the sound of crickets and croaking frogs as they sung their nighttime songs. She recalled how her son's golden gaze had turned to her and he had hastily glided over to met her. "Of course, it certainly would not be made for anyone else." he had said in response to her words of disbelief. He nuzzled her and produced another sentence. "I'm glad you were able to see my note."
She had been directed to sit down and she had. He asked about her day, which she had revealed that she had found some old fireworks that she might find a way to set off later. Everything had been so perfect.
Things weren't perfect now. Her son had gone missing, the clans had disbanded, everyone she knew was gone. She used to be someone important but now she was just a wanderer.
She had always liked and preferred to be underground. Even back when she was Farewellkit, daughter of Daisypaw, she had made secret tunnels under the dirt so she could go hide whenever Sugar got too strange or Astra didn't come around enough. Honestly, it was no surprise that she searched out a network of caves that led under the surface of the earth.
But now she was lost. She had taken too many turns and she thought she could hear wind somewhere but she knew that sounds carried strangely down here. She had come across patches of water a couple times and took the opportunity to drink until she felt bloated. Now, the dark girl was just wandering aimlessly, at home in the inky darkness.
[spoiler= information☽] ★★★ // FARE GAUDIUS
— female. wanderer. no rank.
— former leader of shadowclan
★★★ // DAISYSTEPS X BUBBLEBREATH.
— ½ of nothing. no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
— mother of andante
★★★ // MELANISTIC DINGO.
fare is a slim dingo, with black fur covering her body. she has a stripe of mint green going down her spine and on the tips of her paws. her eyes are a light lavender in color.
— reference
current injures;; none.
permanent injures;; none.
★★★ // USES NO WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 7/10 TRAINED.
— would rather run than fight. will fight if provoked.
— training under no one.
— will capture. will not torture. not open to kill/maim/capture/torture unless previously discussed.
stats;; strength: 5/10. agility: 7/10. endurance: 6/10. accuracy: 4/10. luck: 5/10.
— made by hootowls.[/spoiler] | [/table]
track
[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[table] | | [/table]Amaya’s family is nothing but a mystery to the people who had just met her and, to be quite frank, she prefers to keep it that way. In no means have they committed any wrong to her, though; It’s just completely personal, and anything personal should stay in the keeper of the key’s grasp, and their grasp only. That’s how she feels about the circumstances of her past. Honestly, when the big merge had happened, she had already been away from her loved onesâ€â€therefore it didn’t affect her too much in terms of relationships. And due to that, sometimes Amaya finds herself forgetting that others are in different boats.
Such as now. Crouching away in bushes, Amaya sneaks closer to the stranger, her steps as quiet as one’s own soft breathing. Thankfully, due to the darkness of the night, the panther remains hidden; so, taking advantage of her stealth, she continues slipping forwards, like a snake waiting to lounge at the mouse. Except this time, she isn’t a snakeâ€â€she’s merely testing the stranger. Are they a threat? Stopping in her tracks, Amaya watches for a brief moments pause.
It seems not. Deeming herself close enough, the panther lifts her head, purple hues latched right onto the dingo’s form. Stepping a few inches forward, the panther begins to speak.
â€Âstate your name and business,†she bluntly demands, coming to a halt.
(( ayyy welcome !! ))
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Huh, well, it was nice to finally have someone else having to ask the questions than himself but the way Amaya asked it reminded him of himself. His whiskers twitched at the thought and he felt a bit embarrassed knowing that he sounded like that though he didn't think he would change who he was. He didn't see the problem in being himself and he would take a stand beside Amaya giving a curt nod in her direction before concentrating his silver gaze on the stranger that was in front of him. A dingo with quite the mint green stripe down her back and paws, it made him a bit curious especially since he had a few pigments of blue himself though it wasn't much of an odd coloration. He would take a seat curling his tail around his forepaws with both curved ears angled forward to pay more attention to the stranger not saying much since he didn't think there was any point until the dingo spoke.
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SOVEREIGN | 3 YEARS OLD | JAGUAR
THEY ARE DIVINE...
Blacktide  Warrior  Occultatum the soft undergrowth hid the usual tell tale click of his claws, the dappled light from the canopy cast writhing movements across a dark patterned hide and its carapiece like surfaces, the plates shifted with the movement of his limbs carrying him forwards to stand half hidden, half shown beside Amaya and Kunta.
Blacktide inclined his head, singular white orb fixed on the stranger unblinkingly as he and the others awaited a response - Hm, more to join the small expanding group, idly he wondered what drew them in this particular direction.
Still a canine where predominantly they'd been mostly felines in number, Hm.
They offered no opinion, content to watch behind his eye - Tide tipped his head briefly to Kunta and Amaya, a short greeting and a habit he'd have to get used to being among others again.
Others that weren't kindred at least.
「 The Gun Pointed at the Head of the Universe 」
Behold a Pale Horse - DeviantART
[table] | " WHY CAN'T I FIND YOU "
[size=10px] beware hidden scroll.
[align=center] "state your name and business."
the voice startled her, as well as the appearance of the other. Fare's hackles immediately rose, teeth baring in a sharp snarl before she calmed herself. "oh, hello. My name's Fare. I was kind of just... wandering. The tunnels gave me some comfort." the girl answered, blinking slowly at the other. "it's nice to finally meet some others who'll actually talk to me."
The arrival of a second and third feline had Fare glancing over curiously. She tipped her head in a nod, grinning a little. "hey there, how are you all? is this a group of some sort?"
/ rushed
[spoiler= information☽] ★★★ // FARE GAUDIUS
 female. wanderer. no rank.
★★★ // DAISYSTEPS X BUBBLEBREATH.
 ½ of nothing. no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
 mother of andante
★★★ // MELANISTIC DINGO.
fare is a slim dingo, with black fur covering her body. she has a stripe of mint green going down her spine and on the tips of her paws. her eyes are a light lavender in color.
 reference
current injures;; none.
permanent injures;; none.
★★★ // USES NO WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 7/10 TRAINED.
 would rather run than fight. will fight if provoked.
 training under no one.
 will capture. will not torture. not open to kill/maim/capture/torture unless previously discussed.
stats;; strength: 5/10. agility: 7/10. endurance: 6/10. accuracy: 4/10. luck: 5/10.
 made by hootowls.[/spoiler] | [/table]
[table] | | [/table]When the creature raises her hackles and snarls, Amaya blinks, standing perfectly still. Whether or not the dingo does decide to attack, the panther shouldn’t worry; she’s surrounded by fellow members of this place, and holds an advantage in terms of size. As for powers? Well, she isn’t sure. With a quick glance, the panther can assume that there is something strange about this particular creatureâ€â€there’s a green stripe on her back, after all. Does that mean there are powers held inside the dingo?
Well, Amaya isn’t sure. She doesn’t have powers herself, and hasn’t seen too many of them in use before. The ones she has seen been used were merely... unnecessary, though, at least in her mind. A part of her isn’t sure whether or not to be grateful that she doesn’t have powers. While some may provide good support, others can also get in the way of common activities. (The biggest offender she can think of is that plant growing powerâ€â€how useless.)
At the comment of being talked to, Amaya doesn’t respond; instead, she merely twitches her whiskers, ears shifting around just a little. Judging by that last sentence alone, the panther can guess that the dingo has been alone for a while, or is just... well, a victim to bullying. (Or maybe both?) At the final question, however, Amaya finds herself flicking her ears back just a little, but she doesn’t show any other signs of emotion other than just that.
â€Âyes, this is the occultatum village,†amaya flatly answers, her voice curt. With a nod, she lifts her chin a little. â€Âyou’re trespassing.â€Â
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