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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height:100%]It had been a long, long time.


    The torbie found herself on the border of the desert clan, her mouth dry and paw pads oozing sweat. Where did she even begin? It all started so long ago, years ago today. After all, it was her birthday. The day she was born, the day her mother died. Raised by her brother and his wife, she found herself longing for a certain type of mother-daughter relationship. Why couldn't she just have a mom like normal people did? But soon enough, she'd learn her mother quite well. She had been possessed by that bitch, made her do horrible things. Terrible, horrible, god awful things. But she got rid of her. Got rid of the skank, of the plague in her life.


    But her whole life was a plague. So she fixed that. She killed herself. Only to come back. She died a few other times, too, however death seemed to not want to be her friend. She kept coming back; it was inevitable for the poor lass. Until the last time. It seemed she could finally die in peace, rest her soul for all of eternity. Until she came back.


    Mariel found herself at the border. Sand was in her mouth and just about everywhere else too, but she didn't care. Her paws her callused and the blistered scarred just to protect them from the harsh, hot sand beneath them. She wasn't sure why she returned her, of all places. Her family surely was dead by now. Or at least, the ones she cared about. Mostly Cataclysm. Hopefully he made a life for himself before dying. She'd want that for him, she really would. Clenching her teeth and holding back tears, the femme waited for someone to question her.


    [spoiler=TAGS]GENERAL
    mariel faber | trans girl | 4 years physically | 4 year spiritually | mercury x martrix | bloodclan | warrior | single | pansexual panromantic | leans towards females


    POWERS
    free powers | telepathy


    BODIES
    domestic feline (current, main)


    INTERACTION
    medium physically | medium mentally | no kill | ask about capture | ask for plots | attack bold #ff005c

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    "Name and business." Kata rumbled as he stalked over. The tiger took a seat and glared down at the female while arching a brow. He assumed she was joining, but he couldn't be bothered to ask that.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-color:transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Mildly interested, Margo padded up behind Kata. Seeing as he'd already questioned the feline's presence, the apprentice remained quiet.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Russia sauntered over with interest, stopping beside her sister as she looked over the stranger with a sharp gaze.