I'm Coming Home (Open, Rejoining) I'm Coming Home

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    He was certain he was MIA. Maybe not, he hadn't really been fighting, but he had gone hunting, and never came back. The black kitsune was also sure the only person how had really missed him was his beloved Moongleam. He missed her every second he was gone, yet couldn't go back, for he had been trapped. Not in a cage or behind a fence, not even in another clan. He had been somewhere no one had been. Another world.


    Now, Driftingsmoke laid sprawled on the border, blood trickling from small wounds, yet pooling around him because of the much bigger ones that ripped down his left side. His breathing was fast and labored with each breath."Help," he called, then was to weak to do anything else.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:-4px; margin-top:-10px][align=center][size=22pt][font=georgia][b]MIDORI ♛[/fancypost]
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    You'd think with all the blood she had encountered in her life, from a friend getting her eye painfully removed to watching her own boyfriend die from his greatest fear, you'd think Midori would be used to seeing the red stuff. But nope, not at all.


    The combatatant had been on a casual stroll when she heard the heavy breathing of another animal. Concern washed over her face as she went to find it's source. A loud gasp came from Midori's mouth when she saw the condition he was in, and her ears flattened at the one word he spoke. 'Help.' The tiny femme would then turn around, and yelled for Mary. Her pregnancy was going to slow her down, yet she didn't know any herb uses. So it was probably the best to just stay here and wait.


    [color=springgreen]"Mary! Someone! I need your help, god dammit!"
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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    "Calm, mademoiselle. You scare the patient." Peck soft warning was made into Midori's ear as the cheetah passed her. Peck had some herbs on her, luckily. Enough to work with. A thirst for knowledge helped sometimes. She had marigold and cobwebs. Some small amount of dock, also. Nothing for the pain. She chewed it, making a poultice. "Arrêtez vous, monsieur. Be still." She aimed to appy it, carefully.
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    Latias flew over, slipping lithely out of invisibility, eyes shining with worry. What if the thing that did this to him was still around? What if it went after Latios? What if-forcing herself to take a deep breath, she landed. Her heart still raced, but she managed to focus now. "H-how can I help?"



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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"D-Drift..?" Tama would stammer, almost in pure disbelief. Of course, if he weren't wounded, her immediate thought would have been how happy Gleamie, or Lyri, would be to see him once again, and how nice it was to see him having returned. However, the situation seemed dire, therefore bringing the leader to attempt to contact Mary through the mental bond that they shared. "Don't worry Drift, Mary will be here any moment now. Just, hang on." The femme would speak, softly, trying to keep her gentle voice from wobbling, as her fictional brows furrowed in concern.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 250px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]Jacques paid little attention to the dying wolf, and instead turned to Peck. "Parlez-vous français?" Jacques' accent was thicker than probably any in the clan, "Eh, why is small wolf of dying? Did he of gettings fall downs?"


    ("talking") (interacting) (thinking)



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    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe #rinto [/size]

    All Drifty could do was wait. He felt and saw all the new faces and an old one. He tried to force a smile or an explanation, but he couldn't even muster one of those. At least he was still alive.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 11px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:white; text-spacing: -1px]//AAAAAAHHHHH HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS OK OK OK OMFFF
    RIGHT OK
    Moongleam has gone through SO MUCH character development lately, so she is now a fox, with amnesia, and green eyes, and is now not even called Moongleam any more
    But IM SO HAPPY FFFFFUUUUUU


    IC-
    Lyricsong would walk over, and her green eyes grew wide at the sight of so much blood on the floor. Her optics trailed back to where the kitsune was lying, and she almost collapsed in sheer disbelief that she knew this kitsune, she had loved him, but... would he even recognise her? The amnesiac felt memories, old memories, fish through her mind, through every part of her, and she remembered him.
    And Emmeryn.
    And everything she had done with them.
    The head paladin sprinted over, her visionaries still wide- they seemed too big for her skull- and all she could manage to utter was a slight and quiet, "Drifty...?"


    She looked so different. She was so terrified that he wouldn't recognise her. That he wouldn't... Accept the new her. [/fancypost]
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    "I can do it, Tama." Peck said, turning. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She had the poultice ready, and could apply it. Mary wasn't needed, but perhaps to check over. Peck was not too proud to accept assistance, if Mary did come. She again aimed to apply the herbs. She also replied to Jacques, simply. "C'est vrai."



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    Driftingsmoke looked up, only to come face to face with a white fox. Even if she had changed again and her eyes were now green, her scent was unmistakable. It was Moongleam. He coughed, but never took his burning blue eyes off of her. Tears brimmed his eyes as he recalled her hadn't seen her in a year. He suddenly became frustrated by his weakness at the moment, cursing in his head.


    // :D I'm so excited to bring him back. Lots of things have been happening, and I just had to much to be able to bring him back. The thing is, he's been gone for so long that he doesn't know Tama is the leader now or that Moongleam is now Lyricsong.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 11px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:white; text-spacing: -1px]Seeing him just look disheartened the female, and she smiled sadly, her green optics wide. She was sure he recognised her. She was almost sure that she remembered him. "Do you... do you recognise me?" the head paladin whispered, edging closer to Drift, eyes wide. She had so much to tell him, but... He was in so much pain. She had to help.


    //permission to take away pain?[/fancypost]
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    The girl would slowly bring a paw forward, wincing a little. She needed to help Driftingsmoke- desperately. Nothing could compare to how much she had missed him, she lost her mind over it. As she touched him, she knew she would feel all his pain rushing into her, and the head paladin couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, jumping backwards. It was gone sighing a few seconds, though, and hopefully, she'd helped him. "It's me... Moongleam, except... I'm not. I'm... I'm Lyricsong. Oh, so much has happened since you left, b-but... Emmeryn, she... she died, in a raid. At least we are still together though... And we have a foster daughter too, Crystal." she explained, trying to let everything out- she needed to tell her beloved everything that had happened since his disappearance.[/fancypost]
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    As soon as the pain was gone, Driftingsmoke reached out and nuzzled Lyricsong, while he took everything she said in, even the bad parts. His heart twisted to know his first born was now gone, but as soon as he heard he was still a father, he said,"Oh Lyricsong, I would love to meet her." Then he continued saying," I missed you so, so much! Being gone from you was... excruciating. I would have come back sooner, but I couldn't. Things...things happened. But now I'm back, and that's all that matters."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 11px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:white; text-spacing: -1px]"I... I missed you too..." Lyricsong was still in pain- maybe not from her removal of his pain, but about Emm. However as soon as he pulled her into his embrace, she felt complete- as if a piece of her was missing, but had now returned. She attempted to softly lick his cheek, and after she pulled away, she smiled. "I... h-had amnesia for a long while, and... I forgot everything. But now I remember how devastated I was when I realised that... that you didn't come. I'm sure... I'm sure Crystal will arrive soon." she said, grinning- something she seldom did nowadays.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -2px]DOES IT FEEL THE SAME, WHEN SHE CALLS YOUR NAME?[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 9px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:white; text-spacing: -2px]Crys wasn't adjusted to parental affection- in fact, she hadn't really been shown much herself. Lyricsong was kind to her, just sometimes she wished she had a father figure too- but now, it seemed, she had one! The little white fox bounded up to her mother's side, nonexistent brows furrowed in confusion and slight disgust. "Eeeewww!!! Mommy, why are you making out with that guy!? He's covered in blood!" Safe to say, Crys didn't really have a filter- so her statement could have been interpreted as offensive or cute. Hopefully, the latter- until Crystal realised what was happening, and a smile burst upon her features. "Are you my dad!?"[/fancypost]
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