LOST LITTLE DEMON || open, joining !

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    She wasn't sure how she ended up at the bottom of a stone staircase. She didn't know why she decided to climb up it. She didn't know why it led to a floating island.


    Observant gray optics contemplated her surroundings. The feline was a little agitated that she was unaware of her current location, but the lineaments of her face contradicted this by showing no emotion. A part of her wanted to leave, but Iona felt as if she had no alternative; she was fatigued, she was famished, and she was adrift-- lost. She had no recollection of the day before, and she couldn't explain why she woke up next to the staircase. The best thing to do now was to accept help from strangers.


    And just who was the leader of this establishment? No doubt a scrub.


    // I'm not even sure if she's a kit or an adult tho
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]⚛ - Thankfully for her, the clans own weird old uncle decided to show up. The male, twitching his whiskers, walked on over, his usual tired look in his eyes. "hey, kid, you need help there?" He said, stopping to hold out a paw.



    [size=3pt] #sans

    [size=6pt]information - powers - bodies[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Littlepaw was in Iona's spot not too long ago. He had found himself at the bottom of the steps to the floating islands that BlizzardClan called home, but unlike her he didn't climb up the just yet. He had been too entranced by the mysterious land formations, wondering how they had been able to float like that. Still, to this day, he was confused as to how they were suspended in the air, but he gave up figuring out. He was too worried with the recent injuries he sustained, as well as the fact that they had completely ruined his self esteem and self worth. Woo.


    Trotting over, the young male put a smile on his face at the sight of the joiner. Well, he had to be welcoming, so why not smile? It could draw away from the scars trailing down his face and make him seem like the innocent kid he still kind of was. "Y-you okay?" he asked, looking at the female with slightly worried eyes. He might've been less childish and happy now, but he still had some kindness left in him.


    tags

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    [thyme please give me your muse]


    The former leader made his way over hearing voices. He recognized Sans quite easily, but definitely not the other creature. He could tell by the female though that she wasn't around here. Probably a joiner to say the least. The tired looking wildcat sat himself down not really saying anything because he got a feeling that everyone else got it handled. He twitched one of his rounded ears as he curled his tail around his tawny paws, his dark brown eyes not really expressing much emotion. A yawn parted his massive jaws showing his massive canines. Ichigo should probably be sleeping, but thanks to his stubborn attitude he was going to do no such thing.
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    [size=16pt]"A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES"[/size]

    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]Why was it, that she could only quite recall the unease, and not the face. Why could she only part her lips, slightly, gaze falling upon the stranger, heart waning in her chest. The femme tried to speak of a name, but found none. "Wh-Why.." Tama murmured, quietly beneath her breath, silver optics wide, and somewhat lost.


    She couldn't understand. She couldn't understand anything, and she couldn't recall anything, either. This was.. This was just like before. No memories to cling to, on the Blizzardclan border. This time, she was.. She was far more grounded, far more perplexed, than close to crying. At the moment, though, she felt somewhat weak, and lost in her mind.


    Tama blinked, yanking herself back to her senses. "Ah, s-sorry!" The leader would stammer, shaking her head, before allowing a smile to settle on her maw.


    Could it.. Could it be?

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    Iona stared at the outstretched paw, befuddled. Why would he do that, offer assistance to a complete stranger, trespasser even? The feline blinked coolly at Sans. She was reluctant to accept his help-- it felt as if it was too good to be true, a trick. She thought better and shakily got up to her paws, her thinning form noticeable by each obvious rib visible. Once more, her features hid any account of the struggle of hunger. She refused to seem weak in front of these people, who ever they are.


    "I'm fine." came the curt answer to Littlepaw's query. Even if she wasn't fine, exactly what did it mean to them? What would they gain from that fragment of information? To prove just how fine she was, Iona licked a paw and drew it over her ear. All normal, right?


    Her dull gray visionaries flickered onto Tama. What was up with her? She was like a bundle of emotions, all in a brief moment of time, too. Iona was perplexed as well. The empathy in the silver eyes of the leader made her more confused, and more agitated. And now she was apologizing? Iona didn't know what to do.


    "It's alright." came the short, soft reply. She tore her gaze away from Tama and looked elsewhere.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Ribbonpup approached, yapping loudly with excitement. Joiners were interesting; she loved to make new friends. The grey and brown coyote came to halt near her mother, dipping her head toward Iona. "Hi!"
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