OPEN, JOINING (JAX NEEDED) — HOW IN GOD'S NAME DID I SURVIVE?

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]What, had Jax thought that he could just up and leave her?


    Was he that fucking stupid?


    "Bitches got another thing coming," Peachmoon mumbled to herself as she approached the Rift's walls with heavy paws. Frankly, the dainty little girl hadn't taken her lover's sudden disappearance too lightly. She would've appreciated a warning (not that she ever gave any out herself). But no; here she was, having to drag her ass over to the Rift to collect her lost belongings. Unless this wasn't just a vacation, of course. Peachmoon had no issues living in the Rift, really. She hated pretty much every clan equally.


    Oh, right. It was a rather peaceful night, in fact.


    "HEY! IT'S PEACHMOON BANNER, HERE TO JOIN! LET ME THE FUCK IN!"


    Nevermind.


    She sounded like a celebrity who was thirty minutes late to their meeting. There was no catwalk here, however. Just...walls. Had there always been those walls in the Rift? Peachmoon couldn't quite remember, and nor did she particularly care. Oh well. All she had on her mind was the retrieving of her husband, Jax.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: white; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Well with that attitude." Sylmae said and flicked an ear as she glanced over the female, her golden eyes narrowing a little bit. "Name's Sylmae, Lieutenant here. Welcome." she said and shrugged a little bit as she watched her, not offering her the usual basket because she didn't like her attitude or her words.
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    ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]Oh, she was so loud... The sleepy dragon frowned at the shouting, wincing a bit as she approached. Quickly though, she gave a drowsy smile and waved a wing, swishing her tail behind her. "Welcome to The Rift, myu..." she murmured, stifling a yawn. "My name is Sonambuli, nice to meet you... Mrr..."[/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #sonambulist [/size]

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    Okay the fucking Lucian family needed to calm all the way down.


    "That was a little hostile," Wolfsbane muttered under his breath as he stumbled into the clearing, eyes red with exhaustion. She'd woken him up from his much-needed sleep. "If you have plans to slaughter someone, please just send a note. We really don't have time for any more drama. Are you peacefully joining or did you scream intently hostilely?" He chided, head tilted and ears back with exhaustion. He was tired of dealing with shit- he just wanted to get to the point.
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    "respect, comrade, is earned through respect." was red's philosophical, communistic way of saying "don't be such a loud bitch and then maybe i'll treat you nicely." of course, red would treat her nicely no matter what, just as he did everyone else. well okay, that was subjective. Redarmy was relatively cold to everyone, but that was his own little way of expressing respect. it was when people did things against his views or to thus harm a clanmate or friend, that was when he dropped his respect and his civilness. "redarmy. good to have you join us."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 150%;]☆ "Oh my God," groaned a voice faintly, before a pure ebony husky stumbled forward next to Sylmae and let his eyes lazily trail over toward the petite femme, before they narrowed. The delusional officer wasn't currently taking kindly to noise of any kind— hence why lately, he'd been staying in his room, getting up to who knew what in there except that it couldn't be anything good and healthy. Once he recovered from the shock, he heaved a sigh.


    "Could you please be a little more respectful of everyone's ears? It's not even that big of a deal. You could just show up and we can go through that name and business thing and you'll be in. But no, you have to yell." He said surprisingly, for getting out that many words lately was a rarity. But he ran his tongue over his teeth and found himself swaying again, having to catch himself. "Whatever. Welcome to the Rift. James Mortem." And then he left. He needed to get away again.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]The petite and slender fae cocked a metaphorical brow at Sylmae's bitter comment. "Attitude, huh? Ding, ding, ding—you're damn right about that." Peachmoon had no issues admitting that she was likely one of the brattiest girls on the planet. No biggie, really.


    The next three to arrive upon her rather obnoxious shouting seemed to be more drowsy than the first. They appeared equally as agitated as Sylmae, though. Huh. Peachmoon tipped her head at Wolfsbane's inquiry. "Duh, of course it was. How else am I going to get someone's immediate attention? Thanks, though. Nice to meet you all." She offered them all what was probably the most half-assed smile they'd ever witnessed. Nice going, Peachmoon.


    "Anyways, first order of business: can someone tell me where the hell Jax is?" she asked no one in particular, then clenching her jaw shut in an agitated manner.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]Ah, she had finally found him. He wasn't too surprised to hear his wife's voice, as he had been awaiting her arrival for a while now. Jax knew he was in for a lecture or something of the like, and to make matters worse he didn't have an excuse for suddenly up and leaving WindClan without telling her. Well, he did, but it was hard to explain. It really was his fault for not telling her about his departure, and he did feel bad about it. But she looked and sounded pretty pissed, so he didn't really know what to do in this situation. First Uma, now this? He never got a break. The canine glanced at his annoyed clanmates as he arrived, not sure if he should apologize to them or defend his wife.


    As he approached her, Jax was trying to think of something to say before Peachmoon started to absolutely roast him for being in the Rift without telling her. The canine stopped in front of his wife, clenching his jaw as he looked down at her. "Hey, Peachmoon," he said, swallowing afterwards. "It took you long enough." Wow. Good job, Jax, you really did a number on that one. See you at your funeral.


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px;line-height:13px;font-size:8pt]"U-Um.." A soft voice spoke up, owned by the small white feline that had now already moved to hide behind Wolfsbane, his ears pressed to his skull and his thin legs quivering under him. Oh god. No. Not Peachmoon. Anyone but Peachmoon. He wanted to run from her, to stay hidden from her cold eyes. But no, his step-mother just wouldn't disappear. He didn't utter a word, eyes focused on Bane's fur.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]"It took you long enough."


    Peachmoon smiled at Jax and fluttered her wide, bambi eyes.


    "Ex-fucking-cuse me?" she prompted him with a picture perfect and perhaps even award-winning look. "It took me long enough? What, do you expect me do just chase you around in circles all the damn time?" Actually, that was what he did with her. "Where exactly have you been? What, have you been cheating on me?" Of course, while she said that she found the utter thought to be absolute blasphemy. She knew for a fact that Jax would never stray from her—unless he was willing to pay the consequences.


    She stared at her lover long and hard for finally averting her gaze to the ground. She puffed up her cheeks in a child-like manner and pouted. "Gosh, you're so lucky I love you," she mumbled with her ears flattened. "I really missed you, y'know." She fought back tears in her wide, baby blue eyes. Peachmoon didn't enjoy being away from Jax for too long.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;][justify]He only had a split second to realize that Uma was there before those first few livid syllables escaped his wife's mouth. He felt like a teenager who had gotten caught sneaking out and was now getting scolded for it. Jax was about to point out that she never gave him notice when she jumped from Clan to Clan, but he decided against saying anything about it. That would only make the situation worse. Jax's eyes widened as she mentioned him cheating on her. "N-no! I would never!" he stumbled over his words, shocked that she would think such a thing.


    Jax met her stare with his own shocked gaze, his mouth slightly open. He closed it and flattened his ears against his skull as she finally gave in and pouted. "I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Peachmoon," he said. "I really missed you, y'know." The canine's lips curled up into a small smile at those words. "I missed you too," Jax said to her as he took a seat, attempting to pull her into a tight hug and press a kiss in between her ears. He felt bad for making her worry so much, but he would explain himself in due time.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify][size=8]It was safe to say that Sola did not like this girl's attitude.


    The husky was obviously not very amused, watching the scene with light blue eyes and trying to ignore the pang of annoyance she received as soon as those comments slipped from Peachmoon's lips. However, she didn't feel like starting anything, so she supposed she wouldn't point out her growing dislike; besides, it wasn't like anything was going to change, so why try, right? Maybe she'd even be labeled a hypocrite, because while she wasn't necessarily a brat, she was far too stubborn to listen to other people half of the time. What she wanted to do, she would do, and there was little chance of stopping her.


    Moving on. She had to introduce herself.
    It took the canine a moment to regain her composure, standing tall and straight, slipping through the group and carefully glancing over everyone there. She wished James hadn't left, because maybe then she could have calmed herself down a tad bit more; she needed all the calmness she could get with her temper.


    "Sorry to interrupt this.. wonderful reunion, but," she had to pause, wanting to say something else, but having to stop herself, "I'm Sola." A simple introduction, but that was good, because otherwise she might have gone off about the way the other spoke to Jax. Whoops.