THE STUFF THAT KILLS )) O - Jester's depressed

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; width: 480px; font-size: 10pt; font-family:Georgia;text-align:justify;] [sup] The air was colder than normal. Or was it just the tiger? Everything felt off since Liszt's death. The castle was different, the Spire was different, the cabin was different, even the creatures of stormtribe felt different. The only person that hadn't changed in Jester's eyes, was his son, Danse. But he couldn't hover around his son all day.


    So the tiger was out in the castle courtyard, his head pressed against the slightly warmed stone of the cobbled ground. He was changing. He could feel himself falling into a pit of despair and depression. Danse only offered him someplace to hang on. How was he going to get out?

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    the snow leopard padded up toward his friend, ears lowered in sympathy. 'hey pal. ', he greeted, sitting down beside jester, his mint green scarf blown back by the light breeze. he knew a little of how the tiger felt, Scythe's sister Juliet had given him this scarf after he told her about his favorite color, green. He hadn't taken it off yet since the first time it was on, Juliet was like the little sister he never had.

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    [size=36pt]CRYSTALS ❤[/size]
    ( ICE CRYSTALS LAYING IN SHARDS UPON THE GROUND )
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    "Hi Jester," Crystals quipped rather quietly, trying to be respectful to the count. She knew he was still upset about what had happened to Lizst and she hated that it was her it had happened to. So the tortoiseshell was quiet, next to the wildcat, a neutral look in her bicolored eyes.
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    [size=6pt](c) greyflower #TOMSCrys [/size]

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    Nope. Jester couldn't escape his son after what had happened. Danse would make sure of it. The young tiger's smile was thin as he made his way over to his father. It was obvious that they were holding each other up, but would he ever actually admit it? Not a chance. The tiger sat down and curled his tail around his paws, dark eyes seemingly distant. "Hey," he meowed quietly, a smile spreading over his face. He would be strong for his dad.

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    [size=20pt]CITADARK SARTAQ-ZYMPHORNA

    [size=12]leader * tribe of many storms * canine * male * pm to plot[/size]

    [hr]"I miss her too, Jest." Citadark barked quietly to the tiger, unsure what else to say. Liszt was his daughter and Jester's mate - he refused to say had been - and the German shepherd felt a hole in his heart that the female had filled for most of his adult life.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; width: 480px; font-size: 10pt; font-family:Georgia;text-align:justify;] [sup] Jester opened his eyes, his face still a mask of pain. His dulled blue irises flickered from figure to figure, his brain too far clouded to meddle together a decent reply. He was a mess, a terrible terrible mess.


    "Danse..." He breathed, a tiny portion of the fog clearing to allow him to speak. His voice, however, was hollow and devoid of the usual cheerfulness that had been the definition of Jester since his cub years in the Tribe. "Thanks guys..." he said, eyes flickering from his friends and then over to Cita. "I can't even breathe sometimes, sir."

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    Scythe was there, staring at Jester with a blank gaze but one that could be either sympathy or approval. "What about you, dad?" the wolverine's tone held a bit of sorrow, but he quickly wiped it away as he forced his attention to return to the tiger. Personally he understood a little of what Jester was going through, but did not want to make the count's suffering his own.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 250px;][size=11pt]memoirs knew exactly how jester was feeling, the emptiness, the way you could sometimes see their faces in everything whether it be in the dirt or in the clouds. it was torture. she had been broken for so long..but then she came back home and slowly healed her broken heart, getting over castor, but not forgetting him - that could never happen. cas supported she and michael, knowing well that he'd love her when castor couldn't.


    depression was horrible and she even started harming herself, the scars were evident on her arms, but hopefully jester wouldn't go that far. she tucked in her wings and tried to rub her body against his side in a comforting motion. "it gets better.." her belly was showing a slight baby bump once again, this time it was a litter of love.[/size][/fancypost]
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    #memoirstufani #ardelletufani #infytemplate

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    Amethyst Treasures Deep in Darkness l Tribe of May Storms l Hostess l Six Moons


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    "Jester, sir..." Dreampaw trailed off. She might have asked, 'are you all right?', but she figured that was a foolish question to ask. Of course he wasn't all right. His mate had died. Surely he was torn up inside. Dreampaw had never been in love, but the tortie could imagine no worse pain the losing the one you loved most in the world. "Things will get better; I'm sure of it."

    [size=26px][font=georgia]ALEXEI WYN BARDHL HEARST !
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 170px; width: 270px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt] He wouldn't talk. Period, but what if he could help without talking? That would be impossible, wouldn't it? So, instead the tom looked at the group with saddening eyes.[/fancypost]

    [size=4pt]© swifty[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: 75px; width: 370px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 1px;][justify][size=8][color=#0148CA]Crystals nodded, remembering vaguely how her own mother (flesh and blood and all) had gone insane, been demoted, and killed herself. It had hurt, for sure, and for the longest time, Crystals just hadn't been happy at all. And everyone knew too, because the tortoiseshell was particularly nefarious for throwing parties and being the life of the group. but that had gone missing, as all of Jester's own happiness had left him. All because someone near and dear had died. It sounded girly, but it really did burn and claw at your heart. Made you want to vomit, made you want to die. The pain was unbearable.[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY

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    [size=20pt]CITADARK SARTAQ-ZYMPHORNA

    [size=12]leader * tribe of many storms * canine * male * pm to plot[/size]

    [hr]"It's hard to know that we're still breathing but she has fallen into such misfortune as not to be. I still need to hold a funeral service for Liszt. Will you come, Jester?" It was a bad attempt to get the tiger on his paws, at least, but the canine would try it anyways. Citadark needed to hold a funeral for his daughter, to get closure at least, and the leader was willing to use it to get Jester to make a speech about her as well. Opportunities were useful.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester looked up at the leader, eyes blinking slowly. Would he go to the funeral? Why wouldn't he. It was Liszt after all. "She's still my wife, and I will see her again." this meaning at the funeral and also after death.


    //Muse is dead. Need to get it back together again.

    [justify]Since akako had no muse for any of her current characters and she really, really missed the relationship between Liszt and Jester, she came up with a silly plan to stick around and still watch the tribe until she had too much muse again. So, there the strawberry tiger watched with pale eyes, her spirit heavy and bothered by the scene before her. Why did she have to leave him like this? He was as much a part of her as she was a part of him.


    //honestly don't know if I should have let her go anymore ;-;


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    Scythe's roleplayer didn't know whether Liszt's spirit was noticeable or not.