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    It is a long time since I was a girl named Mircalla von Karnstein. But am I ready to let Carmilla fall into the same dark? Then again, for the broken hearted, oblivion has its enticements.

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    The dark beauty's ear flickers in amusement when she listens to Nero. What a cute kid. She could certainly put up with that. Make new friends and gain their trust so there isn't a repeat of what happened last time. Then again, Carradio was a great friend and look where they are now. "I'm greateful for your offer, but I must decline... I know the territory like the back of my paw." With the exception of the new additions, which she can explore herself. There's no way she's staying in camp to 'mingle' with everyone. They weren't worth her time and she wasn't worth theirs. She'll return to old habits of just constantly doing border patrols.
    Her dark eyes move to Wavepool and for a slight moment again a golden swirl appears in her eyes, battling the darkness for control. The golden swirl increases in size as Style prances his way over, but as soon as he begins to speak the swirl disappears and everything is black again. These two she trusted. These two she loved and they had her loyalty. Wavepool has been Carmilla's friend since the very beginning and the two understand each other. Style never judged Carmilla. These two were G O O D. "Wavepool! Style! How are you, my dears? You look as wonderful as always." And she was being genuine about that comment. The corners of her lips twitch up into a small smile before her attention is pulled away to Floatingpaw and Carradio. "Thank you, Floatingpaw." So she was the offspring of Legolas? Yeah, he's dead isn't he? So who the hell was the leader of her home now?
    Upon being accused of leaving dead bodies over the territory, Carmilla smiles. So they figured it out? Oh look how smart they were. A devilish grin forms on the panther's face as she takes a few slow steps toward Carradio, lowering her head so she is eye level with him. "Darling, they were the bodies of E N E M I E S. Exilers and Bloodclanners. Ferdinand would have P R A I S E D me for such an action." Perhaps he wouldn't be happy about her leaving the bodies on RiverClan territory, but who cares? The mess probably didn't take too long to clean up. Her gaze shifts to Evergreen who was willing to actually defend her. Damn it's been a while since she's seen him. [color=black]"Thank you for defending me, Evergreen, but there's no point. I admit to my actions. I'm not a coward who hides and blames others."     No no. She made the kills. She enjoyed it. Oh well.
    Finally two more creatures to address. Muremi and Amberfrost. [color=black]"Thank you, Muremi. And hello, Amber."     A brief nod is given to Muremi before Carmilla takes a step back to avoid being tackled by Amber. Almost immediately a disgusted frown forms on her face being that it was a close call. Despite looking annoyed by the action, a golden swirl still forms in her eyes again for a moment before disappearing. [color=black]"Mmm... please do not touch me..."     Not that anything would happen. Carmilla just doesn't want to be touched.










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    He felt his fur heat up due to two reasons. First of all, he didn't know he had been talking to a former leader, and that made him feel stupid. Secondly, he meant it more as for her to possibly show him around, though he was never going to admit that's why he wanted to take a tour.
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    [font=times new roman][size=8]"You must have misunderstood me, I'm not defending you." Evergreen said blankly, watching as Amberfrost failed to hug their old leader. "People change. My only words of advice for you is to stay out of trouble." With a slight chuckle the lynx would begin walking away, no longer interested in a Carmilla that didn't care about her comrades. She was different, and the disgust on her face told the entire story to him. "It would be embarrassing if you were to come groveling back to RiverClan for a second time." He whispered, teleporting away after one final sigh.

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    "Oh sorry, my apologies, I guess I was just so happy to see you again." the calico gave an apologetic dip of her head with a small smile, guess she hadn't thought about 'personal space' considering she's never had to before. [color=teal]"So, are you ok? like, did anything happen when you were away?"     that was kind of a very small way of asking, did you kill people and set the territory on fire, she would also of course be asking about if anything bad happened to her but of course amber would ask that instead of more accusing her.
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    padding over the young maned wolf pup gave a flutter of her wings and a polite dip of her head to this Carmilla. "Hello mam, I'm Amaryllis but most call me Ama or what ever you would like to refer me as. It's a pleasure to meet you!" seating herself and pressing her white and gold tipped wings against her body, giving a bright smile before speaking to the panther again [color=white]"Um, would it be ok of me to ask why you left, of course you don't have to answer but I guess im a bit curious?"     not wanting to cross any lines she gave the very evident possibility of not giving an answer.
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    Brooklyn teleported over, black eyes narrowed at the sight of Carmilla. This had once been a wonderful and respected leader. Crypticsoul was a good warrior and later a great leader as Crypticstar. Carmilla's days had been fine as well, as she was still as respect worthy a leader as she was when she was Crypt, but she'd changed as people do and now she wasn't really Carmilla anymore. Brooklyn wouldn't call her Carmilla because she wasn't Carmilla, she was something different. Something new. "Welcome back, as Carradio said we can't necessarily keep you from joining but I hope you did not expect to be graciously accepted back into our clan like an old friend, understand you have made mistakes and they will not be easily forgotten." The griffin stated, taking extra care not to mention her name.

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    It is a long time since I was a girl named Mircalla von Karnstein. But am I ready to let Carmilla fall into the same dark? Then again, for the broken hearted, oblivion has its enticements.

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    Stay out of trouble. Carmilla snickers at that and rolls her eyes, though it's not really known since her eyes are just one solid color. G O O D. Carmilla used to be good. She used to be respectable. Now? Now she doesn't even know who she is anymore. Perhaps right now she's just an A S S H O L E. "Nothing happened to me while I was gone, Amber." Lies. "And I'm not giving you a reason as to why I left." More short and bored answers from Carmilla as she looks down at Amaryllis. Finally her gaze settles on Brooklynstar. Ah so Brook was the new leader? "Brooklyn... Look at you. A leader. I'm proud." Another genuine comment, which is proved by the golden swirl in her eyes that appears for a moment and then disappears. [color=black]"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Time heals everything, yada yada. I gotcha."     Carmilla knows the drill. Live her life here. Maybe cause some chaos once in a while. Watch as everyone lives and dies. Watch new generations take over and as soon as the time is right she can practically rewrite her character. No one will know who she is or what she's done in her life. That's always how it's been. She just needs to wait for them to all die out and then everything will be okay again. [color=black]"I'd say thanks for accepting me back in, but I'm not feeling too welcomed here yet."     There's a pause as she steps over the border and onto the territory. [color=black]"Don't bother me unless you want something, got it?"     With that said the black panther begins to move to the camp. Unless someone had something to say to her, she was out.
















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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify][size=8]Vulcan surely was late for this event. The kitsune wasn't even sure of what to say or what to do. He was probably just a guy she knows by now, he doubted their relationship meant anything at the moment. Although Vulcan would've had a breakdown already, he resisted, and just let his feelings out by tapping one of his tails against the ground. He'll just have a breakdown later--where no one else could see him be the miserable drunk he was. With his signature goofy smile, Vulcan just spoke. "Yo, welcome back Carmy."[hr][hr][align=center]