( my family is dead - open: hp's / husher's family needed! )

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    The hyena could barely remember the last time he was here. He was young, and it was during a sad time. His mother had passed away, and he had been incredibly depressed ever since. He barely spoke to his siblings and his father - Husher - seemed too busy to do father-son things with him. So that was another important person in his life that he didn't bother talking to. All Chairo did was sit around outside of the castle, sulking, looming- being consumed by his own melancholy.


    Then he ran away. He ran away without telling anyone. Especially not his father or siblings. He had tried to escape the sadness that was within him. Oh, well, now he was back. He wanted to reunite with his father and siblings. He hadn't even met his mother. So far, Chairo got over the fact that she was dead and that he could never see her. It was fine, right? Nevertheless, he stood at the border, waiting.


    "I'm Chairo Ciemra- Husher's son. I ran away and now I'm back. I would like to speak with him," Chairo said aloud, hoping someone would hear him and come bounding over.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]C helsea[b][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub][abbr= ESTJ, Vampire, Vessel of Baal, Carries a small satchel with herbs and daggers]INFO[/abbr] | [abbr= Tufted Deer(DEFAULT, ♀, Leucistic with Undead Pelt) | Domestic Cat(♂ Birthbody, Pierced Lynx Point Bengal with Blue Eyes) | Tiger(♂ Maltese with Blue Eyes) | Large Dragon(Pink with Blue eyes, Six Wings with Feathers)]BODIES[/abbr] | [color=#e7e7e7]POWERS | [color=#e7e7e7]RELATIVES | [color=#e7e7e7][abbr= Originally from Blizzardclan, Darkclan and was the Prince of the Exiles before memory loss, Past names; Milktea, Sodomy][color=#e7e7e7]PAST[/abbr] | [abbr= By Winnie][color=#e7e7e7]TEMPLATE
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#e7e7e7][sub][size=9pt]Husher's son? Leader's kid, huh. That was too bad, the guy had just died. The timing was horrendous. "Uhmm, welcome back," the leucistic cervid offered the kid a dip of her head and a small smile. And aww hell no was she going to break the news of their dead dad to him, but it seemed like she had to. "I'm Chelsea, by the way. And about your dad, he's kinda gone. Sorry." She wasn't someone who felt sadness at all, really. Sure she had depressive modes but those were the one percent and had nothing to do with death. It was usually some stupid shit.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Ah, finally, someone was here to help him out. He wasn't sure what he thought of this figure, but he just went with it. Hm--wait? His father was gone? Well that was annoying. Now he'd have to go look for him! He wouldn't give up that easily. Not after running away, losing his mother and- wow, this was a disaster. "He can't be gone. Where did he go? I have to go speak with him. It's urgent, you know," he said to this Chelsea figure. He had no time to be conversing while his father was off somewhere else!


    /wahhh

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub][abbr= ESTJ, Vampire, Suffers from Resting Bitch Face, Extremely Manic, Vessel of Baal, Carries a small satchel with herbs and daggers]INFO[/abbr] | [abbr= Tufted Deer(DEFAULT, ♀, Leucistic with Undead Pelt) | Domestic Cat(♂ Birthbody, Pierced Lynx Point Bengal with Blue Eyes) | Tiger(♂ Maltese with Blue Eyes) | Large Dragon(Pink with Blue eyes, Six Wings with Feathers)]BODIES[/abbr] | POWERS | [abbr= Tufted Deer(♀, Melanistic)--basically a partner in crime/servant of Chelsea's][color=#e7e7e7]COMPANION | [color=#e7e7e7]RELATIVES | [color=#e7e7e7][abbr= Originally from Blizzardclan, Darkclan and was the Prince of the Exiles before memory loss, Past names; Milktea, Sodomy][color=#e7e7e7]PAST[/abbr] | [abbr= By Winnie][color=#e7e7e7]TEMPLATE
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#e7e7e7][sub][size=9pt]"Nah, kiddo, he ain't gone like that," the leucistic mammal shook her head, damn children were so innocent. "He kinda died, someone killed him. Well, at least that body, he might back or he may be stuck in hell," she then clarified with a small shrug. Whoops, that came out sounding a bit insensitive eh? Too bad, she couldn't exactly snatch her words back.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo took a moment to take it all in. Oh, no, no. She was mistaken. He couldn't have been murdered or whatever she was referring to. That was just... impossible! "You must be mistaken– there's g-" Chairo cut himself off, trying to think of the words to use. "You've got it all WRONG!" He shouted, trying not to freak out. He wouldn't believe it. MURDERED?! He just got BACK!


    "WHEN! WHEN?! WHO?" He barked, trying very hard not to hyperventilate. Tears were already stinging his eyes. The truth had to settle in at some point in time, so it might as well be early. "WHO!" He barked again, getting pretty aggressive. Oh boy, he was mad now. Upset and mad.

    "None of us are sure right now," the cervid replied, frowning slightly at the child's perfectly natural outburst. She couldn't blame him for being so distraught but it was loud, there was always something to complain about to her. The undead creature didn't bother to comfort the child, she knew she couldn't. It wasn't part of her skill set of killing and stitching. "Our high positions should be cracking down on the guy though, you should go have a talk with em. And when was he murdered? Well, it was pretty darn recent, my memory's shot to shit." Bless amnesia and chronic memory loss.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]He didn't know what to do, what to say or what to think. It was like wherever he walked, death followed. First his mother since he was born, and then his father when he comes back. Maybe he should just be gone for good, right? Suddenly, tears began to pour out of the quiet boy's eyes. "Why does this happen to me?" He asked, merely for the reason of wondering. He didn't know this Chelsea character and he didn't really care about crying in front of her. This was just something that could not be helped.


    "Do you know if any of my siblings are here?" He asked, trying to catch his breath. Maybe if he talked to any of them, he'd be able to figure out what happened to their father. He just needed someone close to him. A family member- anyone. If he had no one, then that would be it. He'd think that the most useful of things to do would be to end his life right then and there. He'd try, at least.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub][abbr= ESTJ, Vampire, Suffers from Resting Bitch Face, Extremely Manic, Vessel of Baal, Carries a small satchel with herbs and daggers]INFO[/abbr] | [abbr= Tufted Deer(DEFAULT, ♀, Leucistic with Undead Pelt) | Domestic Cat(♂ Birthbody, Pierced Lynx Point Bengal with Blue Eyes) | Tiger(♂ Maltese with Blue Eyes) | Large Dragon(Pink with Blue eyes, Six Wings with Feathers)]BODIES[/abbr] | POWERS | [abbr= Tufted Deer(♀, Melanistic)--basically a partner in crime/servant of Chelsea's][color=#e7e7e7]COMPANION | [color=#e7e7e7]RELATIVES | [color=#e7e7e7][abbr= Originally from Blizzardclan, Darkclan and was the Prince of the Exiles before memory loss, Past names; Milktea, Sodomy][color=#e7e7e7]PAST[/abbr] | [abbr= By Winnie][color=#e7e7e7]TEMPLATE
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#e7e7e7][sub][size=9pt]"Don't worry, it happens to everyone," she offered as the tears gushed. Ahh, what now? She never had kids of her own, well yet. She wouldn't know how to comfort or take care of them. She tried. "Siblings?" Chelsea then hummed to herself, thinking about the ones in the clan that she met,"Could you tell me their names? I don't know your family extensively, and maybe include uncles and aunts whatever? I might know them." But anyway, if there were no family members left, the undead doe would not let the kid kill themself. Nope, nope. Out of respect for the recently deceased leader, she would try to keep this kid from doing bad shit if she could.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo honestly was trying to stop himself from crying, but he couldn't. This was just going to be the end of him, but he tried to answer her question. "Akrasia, Aurora, Lauren Rose..." He stopped himself short. There were more, but he wasn't exactly sure they were going to be here. He didn't really know if ANY of them were going to be here. He had rarely talked to them as cubs, and now he was... slightly bigger? Still not fully grown, but full grown enough. He never had a childhood. He couldn't have one. Sniffing, Chairo Ciemra took his head up to peer at Chelsea, hoping that she would know of at least one- or tell him any family members he had that he could go to. He just needed... someone.

    "Haven' heard o' those people before," Artemis remarked. "Sorry about yer old man. He was a good guy. Actually made me feel welcomed here." The tigon cub gave Chairo a empathetic nod of his head.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo would have seem surprised by this newcomer if he was back to his regular mood, but right now, he couldn't think straight. "A-Are you sure? Th-They have to be here... Is there anyone?" He asks, to really either of them. Tears stung his muzzle as he looked down into the dirt. He couldn't look at anyone. Not like this- and to hear the sweet talk about his father made him even more upset in some ways. He barely spoke to him, and he wanted to. He needed someone.

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    Mikaela cringed as he watched the scene before him play out. The child just wanted to see his father again...yet he couldn't. The golden lord would have never understood the pain that the male was in, so he couldn't relate to the guy at all. The only thing he could have done, was to pay his respects to the hyena. "I'm so sorry...So sorry,"
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    7 moons ★ male ★ lord | hidden scrolling. | #lightsymadethis
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo let another tear fall as he heard the sorries of someone else. He didn't know if he could take it anymore, honestly. What would he do? Who would he go to? "What do I do?" He asks, just out of the blue. He never even meant for it to come out. It just sort of... did. He was breaking down, so of course he'd blurt out things!