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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Looking at the hippogriff, it would be easy to tell she wasn't in her best mood. Her eyes were narrowed with focus, but also a certain hardness as she organized her pots and rearranged them in rows beside holes she'd already dug, trying to decide how to arrange them to replant them. Moving them from the Badlands had been a horrible chore, but the idea of leaving her garden behind was worse. So, Emelia began to replant her things, beginning with the flowers. And to think of all the time she'd spent on the garden the first time around! And worse, to think of what still had to be done. Not everything could be brought with the move, namely her fence bordering it and the stepping stones, so all of that would have to be redone. "Oh gods above, have some mercy." She muttered under her breath as she patted down the dirt around some tulips.

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    Mark spotted the hippogriff, one that was familiar from their entrance, and he figured that he should probably go over and visit with her. They had been asked to be extra kind to the new Riftians; the surge in members was unnerving, and made the camp feel crowded as opposed to it's usual semi-silence, but Mark would listen to Finn. Maybe just this once. So, the falcon wandered over, flying low across the ground until he reached Emelia. "Uh, hi. Need anything?" He asked awkwardly, never being much for conversation, and at any rate, he didn't know her. She appeared to be busy at work, however.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase]oh, someone in a bad mood? and a stranger at that. frowning slightly in worry, gia would bounce up beside mark, putting on her usual enthusiastic smile. [color=#95b3b2]"hello! i'm giana. are you a gardener?" the clouded leopardess would question.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#95B3B2]INFORMATION
    giana lucas - winzor - harbringer - xerses - dixon - baskerville - targaryen - resurgam - osiris › commonly called giana or gia › seven moons old › one moon every 100 posts › account started at five moons › the rift › skald [hp] › female › heterosexual-romantic › single › no crush › silentforest xx sylmae › clouded leopard › half angel › face claim is maddie ziegler from dance moms › perfectionist, optimist, cheerful and enthusiastic


    [color=#95B3B2]BATTLE TAGS
    physically easy › mentally medium › no kill › ask for capture, torture, other › pm for plots › attack in [size=1][color=#95B3B2]#95B3B2[/size] › uses knives


    [color=#95B3B2]POWERS && BODIES
    no powers atm › clouded leopard


    [sub][size=1]last names: lucas-winzor-harbringer-xerses-dixon-baskerville-targaryen-resurgam-osiris
    all ic opinions; apologies in advance if anyone is offended.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia looked up and her gaze softened, although it was a bit forced. She didn't want to appear rude, after all, she was generally pretty agreeable. "Hey. I'm just replanting these guys," Her voice took on a fonder tone when she referred to the plants. "You can help if you want. Flowers on this side, two rows over are herbs, then vegetables." Emelia suddenly stopped, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't her home- er, not originally- and she snapped her beak shut. She didn't want to sound too at ease, as the changes were still brand new and she hadn't gotten a feel for the place yet.


    Giana's approach was a breath of fresh air, a change in conversation. If Emelia's beak didn't make it impossible, she'd be smiling. "I am. Nice to meet you, Giana. Name's Emelia."

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    Although it had not been directed at Mark, he returned the smile, and dipped his feathered head towards the new member. "I'm Markedman. Call me Mark," He said, and with that, decided to make himself useful. With his sharp talons he grasped a trowel, and quickly began to shovel out the soil plots, making room for new plants to grow. Although he wasn't sure how well they would come to survive, he plotted the vegetables neatly, and patted them down with another smile.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]At least they were friendly- or acting the part very well. Emelia nodded, watching Mark as he began working and then directing her attention to the snow leopard when she decided he was doing well enough a job. The extra help was nice. She'd been hesitant about merging with such a larger group, but was beginning to see the pros of it as well. "Actually, I did have to leave behind quite a bit of non living aspects of the garden." She admitted, thinking of her fence and stone path. "Any spare wood or rocks would be appreciated."

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:109px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]TALIA X.M.P[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:110px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]23 MOONS OLD[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:109px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]SHE/HER PRONOUNS[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:109px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]COMMANDER[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:110px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]CLICK FOR BIO[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd;border:none;height:20px;width:109px;float:left;margin-left:4px;margin-top:4px;color:#111;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;]THE RIFT & BLOODCLAN[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;height:155px;width:440px;overflow:hidden;padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0;height:inherit;width:inherit;padding:0px;padding-right:48px;overflow:auto;][fancypost borderwidth=0; height:inherit;width:inherit;padding:0px;font-size:12px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;color:#333;line-height:100%;]"Wood and rocks, I've got some of those," Talia piped up before sending a playful wink Emelia's way, partially covered by her mess of a blue-dyed mane. "Be right back," she said before stepping back and allowing the ground to shift underneath her. She teleported away in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace that she had even been there, and spent only a couple of minutes before returning with-- a wheelbarrow? Yeah, there was a wheelbarrow behind her, filled with wooden planks and flat stones that they could easily partially-bury into the soil. Talia wouldn't admit it, but she didn't have stock of the items, really. She had to slip into the nearest human neighborhood to steal them, but hey. It's not like Talia particularly cared about the humans. "Here you go. Some wooden planks and some stones that we could definitely turn into a path."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Her expression was confused and then blank. Emelia hadn't witnessed many powers up close (which was odd as they were increasingly common) and watching Talia disappear and then appear again was nothing short of an awe-inspiring sight to the fem. As soon as she saw the supplies, though, she was back into her typical way of doing things. "This is perfect." Emelia said, not questioning where it had all come from. Don't ask, don't tell, right? She scanned over the things once more and then looked back to the garden. "We can inlay the stones into the ground between the rows, maybe." She said quietly, mostly thinking aloud.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;height:155px;width:440px;overflow:hidden;padding:5px;][fancypost borderwidth=0;height:inherit;width:inherit;padding:0px;padding-right:48px;overflow:auto;][fancypost borderwidth=0; height:inherit;width:inherit;padding:0px;font-size:12px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;color:#333;line-height:100%;]The snow leopard nodded eagerly, raising a paw to brush her mane away from her eyes. "Sounds like a good plan. Just show me where you specifically want them and the distance between each and I'll get right to it," she offered enthusiastically, mostly because she was willing to help and make these Badlanders feel more at home in the fortress. Hey, they needed to redecorate anyway. The courtyard was looking a little bit bland for Talia's liking, and a garden was the perfect way to spice things up. "Have you ever thought about adding aesthetics to the garden?" The snow leopard was already by the patch of dirt where the stones would be inlayed, looking back at the Hippogriff with an inquisitive look on her face. "I mean, you know. A bench nearby, maybe? Some fairy lights? That sort of thing?"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]Emelia had always been relatively simplistic. There had been a swing on a tree in the old garden, and that was about as far as she would venture out aside from her bordering fence and path. Primarily, though, she found joy in others using the garden as well and if adding a few extra things would make it a little nicer, she was for it. "That sounds fine to me." She said, looking around and picturing possible layouts. She could imagine how it might look nice spiced up a bit. "Maybe a birdbath, or small fountain of some kind, too." She voiced out loud as she picked up a stone and set it into the dirt, set evenly between the rows. The next one would be placed about an inch away, and she'd continue talking. "If we can get a heavier canopy of trees here, we can put up some lights or string them around the trunks. I'm not much of a decorator, so who knows."


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]"A gazebo with hanging flower pots?" She offered as she joined them there. Ears perked and eyes bright.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]"That would be a nice touch. Would we have to build it?" It seemed like an awfully large thing to just conjure up, and Emelia was no architect but if they could somehow pull it off she was all for it. A benefit of such a large group was the more ideas and more help to execute them.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; text-align: center; font-size: 23.9px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]i'll check in tomorrow if i don't wake up dead![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]rey appears from a hidden corner, warily creeping toward emelia's garden. she likes plants, particularly the nice-smelling flowers she's seen on occasion. it's mostly been colorless moors for her, nothing but dull, lifeless greens and the occasional twisted sapling. now, the island almost overwhelms her senses—the scent of the salty sea breeze; the endless cerulean expanse of the ocean; skies so saturated with color they burn themselves into her eyes—it's beauty defined.


    so when rey spots some of the others carting about plants and things, she's almost giddy with childish excitement. still, she's cautious as she approaches, not wanting to intrude upon anything. the last thing she wants to do is offend someone by crashing into their little gardening party. she can't help but draw closer, though, to the flowers emelia's replanting. with a careful tenderness, she reaches out a paw to lightly brush against a tulip.


    "these are beautiful," she whispers, awestruck as she leans forward to inspect the flowers more closely. "how do you help them grow? do you have any other kinds? can i help you plant them?" she asks enthusiastically, turning to emelia with a sun-bright grin.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 12px;]"I can help build them," Talia offered enthusiastically, already half-way away and pawing the now-empty barrel. "I have a birdbath in my stash, actually, but someone has to come and help me with it. It's pretty heavy, purely ceramic and pristine," she said with a casual shrug of her shoulders. She had gotten it when she stumbled across an abandoned house the last time she went to the human city, the poor thing almost completely hidden by the overgrown lawn that surrounded it. Talia, of course, was absolutely fascinated by human trinkets, and so grabbed it and took it home.


    Her attention turned to Lois and Rey, and she quickly raised her paw and waved at them. "Hey there! Hi, Rey. Settling in nicely?" The Jarl paused for a second, remembering that when she greeted Rey, she was in her Fenrir body. Now, she was in her snow leopard body. Sure, she was still as large as a liger, with her mutations deeming her almost un-leopard-like, but she figured that the serval probably didn't recognize her. "It's Talia, by the way."


    With a nod in greeting, she turned her attention back to the hippogriff and smiled. "Anyway, if someone can come help me get the birdbath, that'd be great. Then I can just shapeshift and help with the gazebo."[/fancypost]
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    she's eighty percent sure that this snow leopard is not talia, certainly not, because people can't turn into different animals, right? bewildered beyond belief, rey forgets about the flowers and asks, warily, "is it really?" she pauses, then sits down. "i'm fine," she says in response to talia's question. if she really is talia.


    but talia's bigger and more fire-y, right? she thinks.


    instead of saying that out loud, she asks, "what's shapeshift?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 12px;]"Yep, it's Talia. If you want proof, I know for a fact that Quickkit was the first to greet you when you came over," the snow leopard offered simply, lifting one paw to brush her blue-dyed mane away from her heterochromic eyes. She was still as odd-looking as before, but a different kind of strange, still. Despite her species, she looked more like a mythical creature than anything, with a white coat lacking the rosette spots that were known for her kind. Her impeccable size was another thing, as well as the sharpened antlers that poked out from her mane.


    And she also had wings, which was fun.


    "Ah, how can I describe shapeshifting." A soft hum spilled from her lips as she looked up, trying to come up with the proper words to describe the feat. "It's the ability to change your body from one organic form to another. People used to have to jump from body to body, this was called multiple possession, but now it's just-- changing our biological make-up into something else."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; text-align: center; font-size: 23.9px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]i'll check in tomorrow if i don't wake up dead![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]baffled, rey slouches, gazing up at talia. the confirmation leaves her in no doubt that this antlered and winged creature is, indeed, talia. she blows out a breath, clearly unable to reconcile this strange-looking feline with the equally strange-looking creature talia was before. "this is weird," she says solemnly after talia's shapeshifting explanation. "do...do i have this ability too?" she asks, almost afraid of the answer. she's never been anything else other than a rangy young serval with a penchant for attracting trouble, so the idea of being something else is a little hard for her to accept.


    but maybe she can become a plant. eyes clouding over, rey stares into the distance, contemplating the possibilities of turning into a flower. she'll be one that smells nice, she decides, with veined petals and a bright, saturated color. "i wanna be a flower," she says dreamily.


    /pls im sobbign


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; line-height: 12px;]Talia couldn't help but let out a soft burst of laughter, stifling the sound with her paw until she could speak. When she did, there was a tender light-heartedness to her words, signifying her amusement at the serval's reaction to such a feat. "I don't think that's how shapeshifting works, Rey," she murmured softly. "Although, maybe you can grow a flowery pelt? I've heard that some creatures have been able to do so."


    With that being said, the snow leopard turned to the soft blooms growing on the garden and touched a gossamer petal with the tip of her nose. "Shapeshifting can be acquired through a number of reasons. Some have possessed it since birth. Some had to go through a particular life trauma to acquire it. Mine, for example, came from a need of self-preservation. I travelled when I was younger, left Tidalclan to train on my own," she began to explain, her voice breaking softly at the mention of the Clan that existed before it came to be known as The Rift. "It's much harder to survive as a domestic cat, especially when I went to colder places. I was close to death when I changed into something more-- fitting. Think of it as physical adaptation, except the changes are more drastic and immediate."


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