I CAN FEEL YOUR DEATH ✻ OPEN ✻ JOINING

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    the little faun trotted along quietly, still trying to get used to his new legs. he found this horrible, being stuck in a fully animal body. horrible and cruel. his short little tail twitched, and he looked behind him, before glancing down at his hooves.




    music wouldn't come easily now. he still had his panpipe hanging around his neck, and his bota bag full of red wine on his shoulder, but these hooves would hinder his movement.




    anyways, that wasn't his issue right now. he didn't know what to do. he was so young now! he wasn't going to survive out here all by himself! he would surely die within a week out here. for once, the faun felt... sad. he didn't like this. he didn't like the overwhelming feeling of sadness.




    the child began to cry.
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    Shit - he was never really good with children, that was for sure. And when he heard the cries of one, Saitou instantly froze, unsure of what to do. Should he pretend he didn't hear and move along to spare himself the feeling of helplessness? Or go over and try to find out what was going on?


    Well, he wasn't about to be the reason something died. With a flash of his golden optics, the winged wolf quickly teleported over to where the faun stood, staring at him with concern once he appeared. "Hello there - what's your name? Are you alright?" he gently inquired, offering a hesitant yet reassuring smile.
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    When Angryangel landed upon the ground and folded his large wings near the two already present, he cocked his head at the faun's tears. The little child didn't possess a Boneclan scent or any other scent he could pinpoint to a certain place he had visited before and this caused his blue-tipped ears to perk in curiosity. He had only just caught Saitou's attempt at comfort and he spoke up in mock amusement,"Hallo there, little one. Is this guy bothering you?"


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    marsyas looked up at the wolf with wide green eyes, trembling softly. he blinked tears away from his eyes, "i-i am marsyas, and i am lost." he stammered out, dipping his head to wipe his doey, moss coloured optics.




    his frail body continued to tremble, however, a thought crossed his mind. perhaps a sip of wine would help calm his frazzled nerves.




    he made quick work of untwisting the cap and taking a deep swallow from the bottomless bag. it calmed him down a little, and he managed to stop shaking a little. he looked back up to saitou, "w-where... uh... where am i?" he asked, sniffling, a few more fat tears rolling down his angular face.




    when yet another wolf landed in front of him, he shuffled backwards a little, "uh, no... n-not bothering me." he muttered softly.
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    "Allow me to assure you, you will be quite alright. You are simply on the lands of Boneclan. You may call me Morrigan." She took the form of a petite domestic feline to speak to the child. For some reason, the grumpy witch had a certain way with kids, and she only hoped it lay true with this small child, as well. "Do permit these larger bones to frighten you. Do you need somewhere to stay, and something to eat?"


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    marsyas relaxed just a little bit more, "hello, morrigan." he said softly, "i am marsyas, and a place to stay would be wonderful." his voice still shook a little, but the tears were subsiding. "do you have any grapes?" he asked, tilting his head and fluttering his ears.
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    "How peculiar. I hadn't yet met someone else that had a fondness for them. I do, in fact, but not on my person." The witch spoke, offering a reassuring nod. "I can get you some in a moment, if you'd like- and very well, Marsyas, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like."


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    marsyas smiled softly at morrigan, a shy smile, "grapes are great." he said, "grapes make wine." he gestured to the bota bag hanging by his side, "and wine is the blood of life." he let out a light hearted chuckle.




    the young faun seemed to have changed moods rather quickly, calming down quite significantly. he twitched his short tail, and pushed himself up to his hooves, nearly falling on his face due to his awkward legs.
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    "Indeed. Wine does seem to do well with most meals- or alone." She mused. The wolfdog nodded once, with a light smirk.


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    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, two months - advisor of boneclan - very extreme - no capture/maim/kill - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]

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    Angryangel was smiling in immense amusement at the little faun's clumsiness. He would have maybe said something about his drinking habits, but the little guy seemed to have a fondness for all that was wine. "Welcome then, Marsyas. I'm called Angryangel Innocence. I;m rather new here too. I hope you find lots of grapes here in Boneclan," the painted canid said with a chuckle. He stepped back just a bit as to not crowd the newbie. Last thing he wanted was to appear too scary or interested.


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    the little faun beamed at morrigan, "a woman after my own heart." he said, dipping his head to the fae. he then looked to angryangel, "angryangel innocence. that, sir, is a mouthful of a name you have there." he said.




    //no muuuseee. aha.
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