the wound heals but it never does [joining][open]

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    A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Jay. That was going to be her new identity, of course she was back. The female wanted to just bleed, let herself drift into the unknown. She was up there, she remembered, her heaven was so happy. But that didn't do it for her, she always loved adventure. She would just be happy again, herself. People would love her again, not the fake face she put on. But that was a lie, she would always be fake.
    No one loved the true her, the one that wanted nothing more then to just survive.
    Right now she padded along, alert for noises in this new lands. She was ready, for once she wasn't winging it. This was the clan her father and step-dad lived in, she wanted to heal their battles.
    Jay was ready for change in her life.


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    A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Instantly looking up to intercept the long wing beats, the black female would step back in a threatened matter. A dragon, she had only met one, and even then he was... Smaller.
    "Yes... Jay, I have come to join." She then would loosen, letting her fur fall flat, and a pleasantly happy smile lace her lips. Dragging her tail swiftly across the ground, she would let her cuteness go full level. In the odd chance she would charm him right away.



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    "Accepted."
    The swan glided forward, her wings widening in majestic arcs.
    "I'm Kaboompaw, one of the advisors around here. The castle's that way. You can grab a room there."

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]A excited grin would finally reveal itself, her eyes brightening and a quick nod of thanks being paired with it.
    "Thank you!"


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    [justify]miss had come with a changed name and a broken heart as well. this cat was hiding it much better. "w-welcome to the dominion. i'm miss schistostega," she murmured. her damn stutter still hadn't gone away.



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Well I guess you could say her heart wasn't broken as much, but they all knew that was a lie. Jay had been killed by her own brother, adopted or not, but then again. Didn't she deserve death?
    "Pleased to meet you Missy!" She seemed to falter, a black ear flicking lightly. "I can call you that right?" Perhaps they would be friends, maybe they could laugh, like her and Feli once upon a time. And even with that little thought, a jab of pure cold would spike her heart. The corner of her smile twitching once, then repairing.
    'You can't run from me.' No, but she could try.



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    [justify]miss nodded. "sure! i hope we can be friends. i feel like we have a lot in common," the bobcat admitted cheerfully though there was darkness under her words. she could sense the femme's despair.



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