THE LAND OF BROKEN PROMISES [p]

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    Sucre couldn't suppress the laughter that was building in her chest at this point. It was ever present; but unlike her grin, it was only ocassionally that she would let the chime like sound escape her. Only now would she allow it to escape her, quiet enough that it would not wake those in the trainee den beside her; but as she rolled the candy pieces through her paws, the fem felt relief course through her veins at the sight, even the mere feel of them under her pawpads. What wonders a simple merchant could achieve. Supplying her with what seemed to be a week's worth of sugar, the fem felt her grin reach it's breaking point at the thought of satisfying her crippling dependence on the substance. It was what she had been named after since birth, after all. Perhaps she would be able to see her ducky friend, the trainee thought as a bubble of laughter slipped from her, if it were to ease her conscious. He bore too much of a resemblance to those she had once known to let him slip from her sights so easily, even if Sucre denied to herself that she was seeking out the face amongst the crowds that were dissipating within the clearing.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;line-height:40%; margin-top:-7px][sup]( albino cheetah ghost - second tier - three months - [abbr=cub / medium / telepathy / manip. eyecolor / black holes for eyes / white smoke replaced back half of body / character bond with altercub / wears black baseball cap and thick black necklace / single / large overbite]tags )[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify; font-size:9pt; line-height:85%;margin-top: -9px][sup]Honestly after seeing the femme join he too was looking out into the crowds for her. A friend. A possible friend. He only had one, maybe two, and those were Bourbon and Privatedancer. And Bourbon well...he had very special feeling towards him. But that wouldn't stop him in the future for dating around. Besides, those plots were still being placed down. Anyways back to the point of this being. Batter had been not in the best states ever since his death and ridding himself of the demon he knew as Puppeteer. He had to do it. The demon had been planning to use him to kill his brother and best friend, and oh that wouldn't of been good.
    The ghost moved along, not being able to sleep. He never was able to anymore. What was the point if it didn't even help him? Ghosts didn't sleep. They didn't need food nor water. But without it, Batter felt...strange. It wasn't like he was a mortal to begin with anyways. He was a demigod, and half vampire, which allowed him to stay as a ghost when he died. But he still felt like a mortal, and he wished to stay that way. Usually even Batter think about all this, usually he was never filled with any ounce of emotion, but guess ridding himself of his body came forward from all this.
    Then, he heard a small chime and a sound from a ways off. Turning his head, the boy lifted his baseball cap a bit so he could see a little ways further. Floating forward, he followed the sound until he came close enough to recognize the familiar face.
    "Su...cre?" the young boy asked. Was this her? He wasn't to sure.

    "If it isn't the Batter." Sucre grinned as she met his gaze, though she shook a feeling of sudden self awareness when she had. "Sorry. I was hoping I wasn't being too loud. How are you fairing, friend?" She inquired, rising to her paws as she spoke. As usual, she subconsciously rolled her shoulders; however, it did nothing to disguise her regretfully dwarfed figure compared to the majority of those in BloodClan, who seemed to loom over her with ease. Yet it seemed that with Batter, she felt that she no longer needed to hunch her frame or extend her shoulder blades to appear threatening; even to Sucre, the second tier had become an enigma to her, even if she had come to develop some trust for him over their experiences.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify; font-size:9pt; line-height:85%;margin-top: -9px][sup]Hearing her greeting, he found his nonexsistent eyebrows rise with surprise. She remembered his name? That was nice to think about. And seeming she already called him a friend...were they really? The boy was always confused with such things. Friends. He wasn't really sure when you stepped over that boundary of acquaintance and friends. Okay, friends, he thought to himself as he settled the thought in his head. Got it. "Hel...lo..." he responded with a small nod and a smile.
    May as well show his emotions while he had the chance. When he finally gets his body back, which he didn't really know when that would happen, little to no emotion will show. Or maybe he'll learn more about being a ghost and start to understand feelings better? He wasn't to sure. "No...y...our...fi...ne," he said again. His speech was a strange thing. It depended on the situation really. If someone pushed him for it, he could speak up, or if he forced himself to. But in normal small talks, it was harder for him. And maybe this was the time? Have a conversation, don't fall over words.
    "I'm...alright..being a ghost isn't exactly the easiest thing but I'm getting by," he said with a flick of his wispy tail as he settled into his form, his smoke turning into back legs so he could come closer to the ground and actually stand. He didn't expect her to be so small too. Well of course she was a bit bigger, with him being a cub and all, but smaller then usual Clanmates. "How about you? How's BloodClan going for you?" She reeked of sugar. Oh that smell was something the boy was definitely not used to.

    "What a shame. I could see how that would interfere with your life as such an intimidating ducky." Sucre murmured at his previous comment, though her expression never faltered as she listened closely to his words. Tilting her head to one side, the fem seemed to arch a nonexistent eyebrow at his question, though her molten amber gaze betrayed not a glimpse of any emotion that had jolted through her, if any. After all, upon being thrust into such events like bumping into the leader of Eden once more, as well as meeting the enigma she knew as Batter, there left her little time to assess what sort of fate lie in store for her in BloodClan. "This group isn't exactly saccharine, no. But it's charming, to say the least- quite generous, too." She would grin simply, lowering her gaze to the worn ground below her for a moment, as if contemplating. No, the world was not sugar-coated, as most lies within it were; but the first tier had found within BloodClan was rather serene, including the day to day bloodshed. It was captivating, to say the least, including the people she had met within her time here. My, were they such beguiling creatures, and it couldn't help but stimulate Sucre's unfathomable nature.