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[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:105%;]It felt surprisingly comfortable to once again be found within her snow-kissed tigress form. As if she was meant to be incased in such a vessel in all her towering form. Her dire wolf bodice was beautiful and all, with velvety soft creamy fur and doll-like brown eyes, but it just wasn't... Rylance. She however was a monstrous alabaster tigress with pitch black streaks littering her athletic supple silhouette heavily adorned with feminine curves in spite of her species; mirroring that of a cascading waterfall along delicate slopes. Beware nearing the force of nature for all that comes at a price and risk getting drowned along the midst of the raging torrents.

The huntress was no longer in what she knew as home, The Aragon Union. She was now found surrounded by a dense forestry with bombarding mottled scents of various rogues and loners. Molten amber orbs flickered cautiously along the foliage line, instantly on edge in case of attack. Most memories were but brief blurs of faint images and yet she managed to grip unto the familiar voices and appearances of Uma and Wolfsbane. "Damn.." Her audibly honeyed vocals spat beneath a frustrated sigh, attempting to put her teleporting powers to use which was apparently a bad idea seeing as they didn't wish to work at the moment.

Rylance was lost.

/low muse ;w;

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:105%;]Her mind, to say the least, was churning with inquiries and triggering memories. Formally gentle breaths became rigid and quick, burning the back of her throat as her jaw became arid. How could she have let Uma just walk out her life? This was her bestfriend and basically only friend for that matter; the only single being she could lean upon within the cruel and gruesome realm. He'd killed himself. A pathetic attempt at a growl then erupted from her quivering maw, threatening to spill far more than the tears brimming at her liquid crimson optics. She'd kill Wolfsbane for that. Rylance had nothing to lose nor gain anymore.

It seemed her immortal soul had simply taken a rest from her previous body and conscious, the latest occurrence she could recall being herself wandering the outskirts of The Neighborhood, or Elysium Error as it was now titled. She hadn't know of Uma's return, who'd she'd soon learn was now called Adayre. She herself however was no longer under the alias of Nanuk. It only fit her dire wolf vessel which she no longer resided in. Despite the adjust of bodies, her feelings still remained in tact. Her stomach lurched with pain and remorse, her mind only making the situation worse as it flashed images of her beloved fellow white tiger. She yearned to once again have his embrace around her whether or not his heart belonged to Wolfsbane.

Rylance was suddenly returned from her trance by the unusual attendance of another near by. For a split moment she could've sworn the faint scent was strongly familiar yet as quickly as it came, it disappeared. The tigress instinctively began to prowl towards the unknown figure, upper lip curled in a threatening motion to expose rows of dangerous ivories. Once being almost close enough to reach out and touch the male, the feminine halted, deciding to study the features instead. Could it be?

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:105%;]The alabaster tigress couldn't help but choke on her words, tripping over her own inner thoughts screaming with want. The thick foliage encompassing her large physique had dissipated into a blanched state, only focusing on the frame before her. He arose above her own elevation which brought a bit of surprise to the femme. Her calculating rouge gaze continued to examine every nook and cranny of the masculine, almost as if wanting to get a proper image before he could dissolve into thin air. His build, it was drastically modified and even seemed to suppress her own. His form was bulkier and muscular while hers seemed simply athletic and femininely supple. A horrendous concoction of emotions and nauseous sensations bubbled within her like pitch black tar boiling over withered concrete and its crevices. This was most certainly her beloved Uma, there was no mistaking his eyes. His beautifully troubled eyes.

She loved him since the beginning of their blooming friendship in spite of her words indicating otherwise, trying to convince herself more than others that she didn't crave her bestfriend. It was more than a mere sexual attraction. His features were attractive nonetheless, and she wouldn't deny her wandering gaze, but it was far deeper than lust. Rylance hungered for his delicate yet protective touch, the feeling of his warm breath against her neck when they entwined within each others grasp. It was unlike any other pleasure in the world and only hurt that much more to see Wolfsbane have what she couldn't obtain.

"Rylance?"

Her softened optics now shot in the direction of his features, having to tilt her cranium lightly to admire him in all his glorious appearance. At this moment she hadn't the slightest clue of what to do. She wanted to hug, kiss, and tackle all at the same time and all she managed to react with was a meek, "I m-missed you." Rylance mumbled gently as she padded closer to the wildcat, aiming to nuzzle her features into the fragrant crook of his neck; inhaling his intoxicating scent like no tomorrow.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; line-height:105%;]It was no secret how brutally destroyed the dame was after her little confession. It was a mistake, as she called it. She parted herself from him in fear of only growing the aching, throbbing pain of her heart. She'd been selfish and she wasn't ashamed of it either. She wanted him all to herself and it enraged her to his former lover take it for granted. Rylance had not only grown cold with him, but basically detached any and all ties with him. It only came to show how drastic her actions were in attempt to mend her ripped edges. To have something so close and yet so far all at the same time was truly a punishment above all others.

Rylance lingered back to the time where they first connected a gaze and it seemed she had found her other half. She nurtured him the best she possibly could as the immense affection she felt for him only grew stronger. Their friendship also quickly increased by the days and minutes of talking turned to hours. It all went sky high from there before the incident, and everything plummeted downhill.

His touch sent a jolt of excitement up her spine, enjoying close proximity of their bodies as he brought her in closer to him. His fur brushed against her own in a harmonious manner, causing a serene state of mind to tame her chaotic thoughts. This is what she wanted, this was all she pleased. She was satisfied by his loving touch yet couldn't help but crave more. Her breathe opposed his own however, slow and in peace. Even if it was but a dream, at least it felt real. "Always and forever, remember Ummy." She purred softly, recalling his nickname and oblivious to his name change. Nothing could've prepared Rylance for the next set of phrases which came from his maw, the femme taken aback in surprise and disbelief. "What?," She managed to choke out before continuing, "You better not be f*cking with me, it isn't funny you douche bag!" Rylance spoke rapidly, her optics now becoming moist with accumulating tears before finally connecting her eyesight with his. If there was something she could read better than anything, it was his eyes. "I mean, well I don't know what I mean other than you know for a fact I've always loved you, you mean everything to me. I have nothing to lose if you leave, please don't ever leave me again."

[fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify;]Her scorching lava coloured amulets flickered almost frantically in a desperate transit in search of signs indicating a dream rather than reality. She had enough pain as of late and false hope wouldn't aid her struggling sanity. Rylance watched attentively as he inched forward, and at that moment she swore nothing else mattered; not whether it was a dream, not whether this was but a cruel prank of sorts, not anything aside from the fact that she at last found her own ebony lined lips against his.

Is this what Wolfsbane voluntarily threw aside like some old toy? Her blood began to boil by the second at the mere thought of that bastard but she managed to push back the bitter memoirs and instead enjoy the nectarous ambrosial taste flooding her senses.

Had her kin laid eyes upon who the monstrous femme dedicated her heart to, they would've laughed in her face. Rylance hadn't minded his sensitive and broken state, everyone had their phase, except her wretched kin. They had no heart to mend thus usually chased after your typical playboy with a heart of stone and no hesitation to abuse them. Her siblings to say the least, were power-hungry whores. She herself was know to be far more ferocious than even her older brother and hence how they expected the femme to find herself a brute of a man. They were wrong however, Rylance wanted nothing more than Adayre.

At last it was time for the huntress to once again fill her lungs with air and pulled from the kiss moments later, debating what to speak next. She was speechless, for once in her life. "I'm sorry for being such a b*tch. I was just so jealous - so angry, I was being selfish. I should've been happy for you. I'm so sorry." She proceeded to ramble on as heat began to creep towards her facial features in embarrassment. "What was that for..." The tigress finally asked hesitantly in fear of the response she would gain. Had he regretted the kiss? Was it all just a mistake?

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]"I love you. I wanted you to know it."

Simple words and yet they swirled and shook her mind like a raging hurricane during rainy season, leaving a wake of wreck behind its every move. Rylance was at loss on how to respond all over again despite daydreaming about such events regularly with dozens of scenarios and this moment just surpassed anything she could've imagined. The snow pelted tigress leaned into his touch lightly, angling her cranium to run her soft tongue along his paw. "I love you more." She muttered seconds before deciding to burry her features into his heavenly chest fur, inhaling in his scent to calm her emotions.

"I missed you, so much. What happened? You're different but in a good way if that makes sense." The femme once again questioned out of curiosity and worry. If something unfortunate happened to her beloved, she'd most certainly blame herself for not being there by his side. He seemed more confident, in a way. Sure of himself and who he was which sent a spark of joy through Rylance. Still a bit shattered but wasn't everyone?

Her maw still remained buried into his chest fur as she awaited his response, adjusting her position so his limb wrapped around her frame as she was use to having it back in the Aragon Union. Even the simple arrangement brought a radiance of happiness from the pores of the tigress. There were so many things she wished to tell him and she couldn't even make out a single one aside from questions. She wanted to know why or when he began to return the feelings she harbored since they met. She loved him with all her being and soul, she couldn't help but wonder how someone so seemingly perfect just spoke the three words she's been wanting to hear him utter for the longest of time.

/muse where u at

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]It seemed only moments ago that Rylance stumbled upon a broken boy destroyed by the death of his children. It was her first attempt at comforting someone in her moons of life. She didn't know him or even his name for that matter and yet she had an urge to cradle the sorrowful wildcat. Her attempt was pathetic but at the very least she tried to the best of her ability. It also amazed the femme at how much crap he had through and was still set on getting through it one step at a time. Perhaps it was because Wolfsbane, someone Rylance would make sure to place on her blacklist. Regardless of Adayre's new found feelings for the dame, the huntress would not let someone who hurt the most precious individual in her life to get away with something so vile. He was but a creature of light tainted by the darkness around him. Much like herself except from the fact that she was a creature of the dark slowly gaining a bit light gifted her by him.

At the sudden light pressure around her bodice, the tigress tensed, regretting her question as it was obvious there would be a bitter response behind it. Before she could even attempt to interrupt the question, seeing as she didn't wish to make him irritated, he'd already began with his tale of woe. Suicide. A pang of despair flooded her heart strings upon the word hitting her audits like a bullet. She knew of his suicide and yet hearing it from his own mouth only made it that much worse. Once the last words came from his perfectly carved lips, she sighed against his fur and lifted her cranium from his chest to press her nose against his. "I'm so sorry, I should've been there for you. I swear on everything holy I will never leave you again... unless you give me a reason to." Her words were soft and delicate but laced with remorse and adoration. She couldn't ask for anything more in the world, to her there was no pleasure in anything else but his presence, his touch and just him in general. "You better not give me a reason to." Rylance added shortly after, peering into his frosted and frigid orbs; admiring the blizzard seeming to rage within them with a tranquil beauty that amazed the dame every time.

/ agh ive been so busy with school im so sorry for the late ass replies and low muse </3 </3 i can probably make her joining early tomorrow but it'll be sh*tty bc i'll be at school and on my phone ;w;

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0;]Twin serpent-like blood red eyes were usually anything but benevolent and approachable, especially resting upon the features of a massive alabaster tigress; in this case however, Rylance held in her grasp the only soul she'd ever loved and they shone with reverence and passion. A churning mixture of molten amber and crimson hues adorned with golden streaks towards the pitch black core. An unnerving set of optics capable of sending fear down the hearts of even the wickedest individuals and yet they gleamed like never before within Adayre's embrace. She was caught slightly off guard as his cranium nuzzled against her neck. A long trail of rumbling purrs echoed from her vocal chambers and past her ebony lined lips with ease and enticed with pure bliss.

The gentle bites were oddly comforting and soothing, not to mention they would leave a very light remnant of a mark upon her neck; which she wouldn't mind having since she would be able to explain who inflicted them. A wave of heat began to lap at her skin, radiating even through her thick ivory fur and overflowed from her bodice. Without hesitation or hints as to her next move, the tigress swiftly removed herself from his grasp before roughly aiming to throw the male onto his back so that he was forced to look up. "My turn." Rylance growled lowly in a playful motion, vocals laced with want. Slowly and teasingly she made her way above his frame, pinning her weight against his, intertwining her hind limbs with his. Finally she began to run her tongue along his chest and slowly made her way up towards his maw, halting right before her tongue met his jaw and instead nipped softly at his ear. "It's a waiting game." The huntress whispered against his ear in a barely audible sultry tone, swaying her vessel against his. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she didn't know if he wished it and decided to test the waters.

/ AGH IM A HORRIBLE PERSON
WE GOT OUR WIFI BACK AND IM GOING TO BE SUPER ACTIVE NOW I SWEAR

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; line-height: 95%; font-size: 8pt;]"C'mon, Ry.. You know I want you.."

It was living hell, really. To hear those exact words falling from his maw and only to have to keep her desire at bay. She wanted this, and him more than anything but she longed for a faultless moment for such activities. It seemed this was not the time for the femme. Rylance shifted her cranium softly, meeting his lips with hers before nuzzling her features against his supple ivory fur. "Not right now, waiting remember." She managed to breathed hesitantly. It took her entire will to muster enough strength to utter the words but she wished the occasion to be simply perfect. They've only just reunited, after all. Frankly, she was also quite oblivious, pondering what their relationship was now. She knew most men didn't do too well to that inquiry and so she held her silence and returned the gentle love bites against his neck.

"The Aragon-- Neighborhood, I mean, is gone. I'm tired of living as a loner, believe it or not." The dame confessed slightly embarrassed by the fact she spent the remainder of her time back in the Neighborhood in a solitary state and was now coveting an alliance. "Come with me." She muttered gingerly, fear creeping along her insides to jump to conclusions of him rejecting her offer. "To a new group, there's a place this rogue told me about, Boneclan I think was its name. Please." Rylance rambled on nervously and finally met her pleading crimson gaze with his. This would be a fresh start, a new beginning along side him if he agreed. In attempt to slightly improve her chances for him to agree, the tigress then continued to nip at his ear while awaiting his answer.

/ yas yas should i make her joining thread now?