| [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; background:#ffffff; font-family: helvetica; color:#333333; font-size:12px; overflow: auto; height: 250px; text-align: justify;] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:373px; height:18px; background:#333333; font-family: arial; font-size:25px; color:#ffffff; text-align: justify; padding:7px; margin-left:-15px;] heather ptolemy ♥ [/fancypost] Heather had noticed something recently. Her anger. Her ever-growing bundle of rage, that seized in her soul and swirled each time it grew, strengthening itself for an outburst. Her recent release of anger had resulted in the deaths of four rogues, which she had not regretted, but the serval admitted that she needed to be able to control her anger in order to not attack Clanmates. The Clanmate that she was most likely to attack was Lucid, and that was what she had decided to do today. To find some reason to not be angry at her Clanmate all the time, to reduce the rate of growth for the rage inside her. She flicked herself to ghostmode, having finally learned to control the power, and began to weave in and out of buildings quietly, searching for Lucidreverie. They needed to talk. [/fancypost] |
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nature of the beast ; private
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Lucid was, like usual, in his room, two dried rose flower crowns on his head, a forced smile on his face before he sighs and removes them slowly, hanging them back in their places on the wall. Charcoal's flowercrown and Djems's. Red roses, two different reasons they were used but in the end both males had the same idea. After he was done playing with flowers he simply went and laid on his blankets, waiting for the sun to go down so he could sleep.
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heather ptolemy ♥
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If Heather could help it, Lucid would not be sleeping soon, as she had a discussion to hold with him. Just as the tom settled in his nest, the ghost form of the lieutenant commander slipped in through the wall, materializing solidly a few pawsteps behind him. How should she begin this? Though the serval sometimes held similar views to her Clanmate, they had never agreed on anything, and she was certainly not a fan of past behavior. Perhaps it was best to try her hand at diplomatic speech, if she could. The serval padded around to the side his head faced, letting a meow out of her jaws. "Hello, Lucid. I do hope this is an available time for a ... discussion, of sorts."
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female
homosexual
lieutenant commander
colouredclan
medium
no kill / maim
[abbr=free powers, telepathy, scent manip, emotion manip, soundwave manip, time manip/ghostmode/the sight]powers[/abbr]
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attack #d0d0d0
pm for plots
♥ primalpaw
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// Sorry for the late reply! I've been a bit busy with life and have been focused on trying to keep him active in the open threads more than the private ones. But I'm back now.
Lucid jumped slightly at the sound of pawstepps behind him, but sighed at the scent and sound of Heather. "Hey Heath. What's up? You want to talk? Well, now is an okay time, I guess. i was just waiting for night to come. There isn't too much to be interested in nowadays." He says simply, looking over at her. He was confused. She hated him, why did she want to talk? Was it about Prim? Did she want Lucid to stop pushing Prim's buttons? If so, that wouldn't be good. It was fun to watch Prim's reactions to this or that. It wasn't about hating her anymore. It was about liking her. Or at least the way she acted. It was intriguing. And Heather. Could she have a personal reason to dislike him? He didn't know, but it was possible.
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