SETTING FIRE TO OUR [ p - kerms <33 ] INSIDES FOR FUN

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    She honestly didn't know what she was feeling right now. Happiness? Relief? Regret? A mixture of every emotion possible? Thoughts coursed through her mind as the alabaster stumbled through the undergrowth, feeling like exploding. Eventually, she just dropped. Collapsed. Right on the roots of a huge oak. She wrapped herself in a ball, surrounding by the swirling wood. Sometimes you just had to drop - let go of it all. It felt so good not to care about anything, if you managed to. Sins and regrets floated through the feline's mind, to the point where she felt like sobbing over everyone she'd even met.


    No. No, no doing this. Too many times, she'd done this. And now she was broken and snapped, and open to every tear in the world, soaking them up like a sponge. In the end, she didn't cry. She just lay there, a rag doll in the dark.

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    ° darkclan ° male ° adult ° extremely hard ° no kill/capture ° if attacking, write name in green °


    He felt like a phantom. Like he was there, but not. How long had Xerxes been on his own? How long had it been since he last interacted with a friend or family member? Too long. Too damn long.


    Lost in his thoughts, the striped beast flopped down on the other side of the oak, his claws flexing into the bark then retracting. "What am I missing in life? Where did I go wrong?" he asked himself softly.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 400px;][size=1]The sound made her squeeze her eyes shut, shrink tighter together. It just made things all worse. "Xerxes." Her soft mummer was quiet, but in a forest so silent;j it was an echo. She felt sick - like she was about to puke. Old problems always seemed to surface to the top. "Xerxes, it's Lia." Why couldn't they just all go back to the Elite, those early trainee years when London wasn't dead, and her kits would happen in a better way, and they could all fix things together. Oh, if only.

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    ° darkclan ° male ° adult ° extremely hard ° no kill/capture ° if attacking, write name in green °


    Startled by her voice and the fact he wasn't alone, Xerxes jumped to his paws and bared his teeth. But once her name became clear to his foggy mind, the former guardmaster relaxed and peered around the tree. Her alabaster pelt reflected the moonlight, silhouetting the fae. "Lia? What are you doing here?" he asked quietly, moving towards her and gingerly touching a paw to her to make sure he wasn't hallucinating the whole thing.


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    [size=7pt]'To make sure he wasn't hallucinating the whole thing.' Why was everyone thinking she was some vision, a drug to the eye? Was Lia ever considered real? She supposed she'd liked to go missing for long whiles, but had others grown accustomed to no Ophelia what so ever. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she rubbed her paw against her forehead, pushing herself into a seated position. "I found Fiatte." She didn't know if she was happy or sad about saying it. She kind of didn't even know what she was saying anymore. "He's back ..."