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THIEF. · Apr 26th 2016

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The last thing Neue could remember was choking on his own saliva and staring at those that he could not recongize, but god if they didn't look familiar. He remembered being so angry, needlessly angry at how familiar these people were, but he couldn't tell. He could remember snarling and snapping and being so-so full of rage because they were going to kill him, he had to kill —

Then there had been nothing.

In a split second, there was something again.

It was as if he'd woken up from a horrible nightmare, with a yelp and gasping for air that his lungs rejected as quickly as he inhaled. Sanguine hues looked around wildly — the forest scene and the fustratingly familiar had faded into the tranquil scene of a quiet grassland, completely unrecognizable from where he had been. A dream? Relief flooded him, in that moment, as he realized he was safe. He had simply passed out again, another irritating sleep attack. And in the next, absolute panic and terror set in as his ruddy hues glanced down at spotted, tawny-colored paws that were much-much bigger than his. He almosy shrieked at the sight of them.

Neue stared at them, lifting one up and flexing his new claws with wide eyes and a notable tremor to his entire body. His entire body felt different — bigger, taller, less bogged down by an overbundance of useless weight. He hadn't noticed it before, but the changes were obvious and overwhelming in every way possible. Anxiety filled his lungs in heavy, quick breaths and beat at his soul as he tried to back away from his own body, but to no avail — you couldn't run from yourself, after all. Mind racing miles a minute, heart going even faster, he could do nothing but wheeze.

It had taken some time before he could calm down long enough to do something as simple as breathe properly; he'd sat there trying to suck in air around his dry heaving for what seemed like forever. Once he had, Neue simply.. sat there, alone, for a while, numb right to his very core. He thought, and thought, until the sun had vanished behind the snowy peaks of the nearby mountains and the moon graced the dark skies with its pale light, and with it, the glittering stars. He thought about what had done and what had ultimately happened to him. The now-lynx could remember very little, but the taste of blood in his mouth and being angry, so very angry. The kind of rage that accompanied his idea of savagery — he had seen it in the eyes of the Canine Unit; all slob maws and sharp teeth trying to kill you. It wasn't exactly what you wanted your last moments to be. Neue had seen Lesser Dog fight before, always for the kill.

The more he thought about it all, the more the line between reality and dreams seem to merge together, and the more and more unsettled he began to feel. Almost like dread was settling heavily in his gut.

Had.. he died? Did someone kill him? For.. being like that?

That wasn't possible, or so he'd thought. There were infinite timelines with infinite possibilities; it was completely plausible that he happened to exist in the one that fit all of these parameters, but no less fustrating or concerning. He didn't like the idea of having died, it was unnerving. Made his skin crawl and his stomach lurch with food he couldn't remember eating. No longer did he want to sit and think about the whats and the whys of what happened to him: he wanted to go home and sleep.

Picking himself up, he dragged his too-different paws towards the looming, familiar structure in the distance; the only familiar place he knew here: BlizzardClan. Was it home? No, but it was the closest thing he had.

One exhaustingly long trek and a massive stone staircase later, Neue still wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Did..he even belong here? He had.. killed someone, he was almost certain. They could very well chase him off for what he had done, if they recongized him. The lynx swallowed nervously, heaving himself up the final few stairs. His legs felt like jelly, weak and shaking a little at the knees; heavy pants escaped a parted maw, clearly worn down to the bone. The thinner air did very little to ease his sore lungs.

* u-uh.. h.. hey? A cautious tone, tenatively spoken as if the speaker was unsure if he even wanted to be here. He stayed at the top of the stairs, scraping at solid ground with claws that weren't torn and none were missing. * is.. i-is it alright.. if i.. uh Neue never did take that first step onto what was officially the main island of BlizzardClan. He stayed put, looking around and waiting for someone to tell him what to do; yes or no. Cone on in or hit the road. It was a horrible, anxiety-riddled moment that came with waiting for someone to show up.

As if feeling as if he didn't belong among the ranks of BlizzardClan anymore, Neue, well, didn't feel like himself either. It was kind of like playing a very immersive game; not entirely real, not entirely him. This could just be a dream for all he knew, it felt like one. The ground his paws were on certainly didn't feel like the ground he was used to, soft and unfirm instead of rocky and stable forest ground.

( At least he sounded like himself.

He didn't know if he could handle sounding and looking different. Looking different was bad enough. )

Fur-tipped ears pressed flat against his skull as ruddy eyes glanced around the surrounding area for anyone that was approaching. His throat felt bare without his collar, and his paws felt too big to be his. His mouth felt foriegn and strange without his false tooth, the obvious metallic tang that filled his mouth whenever he brushed his tongue against the golden fang. Every time he looked down at them, he couldn't help but to jolt a little because they were so obviously not his paws.

This.. had to be fake.. right?

.. Right? He couldn't just of..

He didn't know what to think anymore.

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ONEPAW · Apr 26th 2016

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tRACK b/c I have no muse today
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? zara · Apr 26th 2016

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family: arial;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 30px; height: 30px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/76Qqrq0.png);padding: 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 1px; border-color: black; margin-right: 3px; font-family: verdana;][/fancypost] ― Verdana hadn't moped around after he died. She had when she was alone, yes, but she had acted gleeful and happy around everyone else. She had distracted herself from everything around her, she had tried to stay hopeful and determined. Dana had done that, for the most part. It was only when she had been alone in her room at night did she really feel it. She felt the loss of her family weighing on her shoulders, the deaths she's seen in her short time here, and so on. Luckily Neue hadn't been gone long enough for her to really be hit with it, but she surely felt traumatized for seeing her own not-dad die.

So, upon hearing the voice, it was natural for her to realize what was happening. The same voice of her dad, and the same voice of Neue. * dad? Danny murmured quietly, blinking a few times. Part of her was hopeful it was her real dad, but she still seemed excited as she realized it was Neue. He was alive! She knew it! She was sure that he wouldn't die unless he turned into dust. While it was a false correlation, that was how it was fixated in the mind of the german shepard. She corrected her mistake once she realized it, though a smile was spreading on her features. Her eyes turned a bright green and stars danced in them. * neue! neue, i-is that you? are you alive? you're alive! Verdana squealed. She ran right up to him, attempting to wrap her paws around his larger-than-before neck in an embrace. She would probably get hit or something, but she hardly cared at this point.

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Francis! · Apr 26th 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Neue had died? Francis anxiously yawned-- wasn't that bad? Though, it was plain and obvious that he wasn't dead as of the moment, so why bother with the mourning? There was no use crying over spilled milk. He trotted over, rather gingerly, as if not wanting to disturb Neue's awakening. Then again, he was already up and about and already to his old self. Plus, Verdana was shrieking over him, so he guessed that the ex-domestic cat could take more.

"This is merveilleux!" he added, beaming at the resurrected male, stepping ever-closer to him. Now, he didn't think he'd mind a puppy sobbing over him, but... He attempted to gently kiss Neue on the cheek, just to get a feel for how soft he was. The pale canine beamed at the lynx, tail wagging. "I did not even know that you had décédé, but you are back now, plus beau et mieux!"

CRYPTID · Apr 26th 2016

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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]blue was tired.

he was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. after everything that had happened in the last few days, the alabaster combatant had begun to find it harder and harder to believe that he was actually doing any sort of good in this timeline. his asthma was flaring up again, he still didnt know what to do about his situations in shadowclan, and the deaths.. no, no, he didnt want to think about that. he wouldnt. life was trying desperately to break his happy-go-lucky spirit and he was trying - desperately - to keep from falling within the snares of what his clanmates knew as reality. it didnt have to be this way - it really didnt. why couldnt they all be happy, like they were in underswap? why were they all so angry? so sad? so.. homicidal? his sharp molars began to chew at his inner cheek, wincing as the tips hit a fresh sore he'd already created, but continuing to gnaw out of habit.

he wished he hadnt seen any of these deaths. maybe then, he would still have more than a sliver of hope to cling to. the feline sighed softly, his bright blue visionaries trailing the ground in front of him, keeping an ear out for anything suspicious. doing his usual rounds had gotten a lot less exciting over the expanse of time he'd been in blizzardclan; starting out with his usual enthusiasm and slowly having his optimism worn so thin that it felt like a chore. the being had never really been so sad before.. but he supposed that he was just in mourning. for his friends' sanity, for the npcs that had been slaughtered over the course of a week, and.. neue. blue felt sick thinking about what had happened to the tabby, nausea churning in his stomach and feeling bile begin to scorch his throat. he'd been so sick, but.. maybe he could have been helped. they didnt have to kill him, blue was sure of it. maybe if he had been a little more persuasive, or if.. if..

blue forced himself to stop thinking. there was no use - he was gone now. the combatant had watched him die, and just as lostboy had been afraid of, it had utterly destroyed him. he supposed the feeling of losing a friend like that - coupled with the fact that he'd already been weighed down by the nightmares and his attempts at keeping himself awake to avoid them - had finally caused him to realize that bad things did happen. life was not all peaces and cream, not anymore. blue was conflicted between giving up, and trying harder to bring out the good that he knew lie deep inside everyone. he finally slowed to a halt, his skull throbbing with the promise of a migraine, casting his gaze around the flora that surrounded him. at least flowers never seemed to lose their beauty. their fragile petals and colors.. they were the one thing he could always count on to cheer him up.

his paw had just brushed over the velvety leaves of an african violet when he heard it - a voice. a familiar voice. it was very nearly written off as a hallucination, which were not too uncommon with his disturbed sleeping schedule. his mind was playing tricks on him again. this one was crueler than most. the feline trained his eyes on the plant in front of him, pursing his lips into a thin line and trying to focus on something else. anything else. that wasnt him; he was dead. neue was gone, he'd been killed and he would never be around blue again. his forepaws shuffled, ears pinning back to his head and lowering his cranium to sniff at the flowers, nudging the petals with his pastel-hued nose. pictures of gore, infection and horror flitted through his mind; his paper-thin lids squeezed together tightly, stifling a sob that began to rise from within him.

again.

blue had lost count of how many times he had cried by now. it was an immediate response to things like this - things that made his chest hurt and his mind dull. he cried when bad things happened, but then.. once night fell, the feline was alone with his thoughts. alone to mull over the events of the week, and to replay each scene in his head with a number of questions flitting through his mind. could he have helped? if he had, would everything had been okay? so, he cried again. burying his face in his pillows and sobbing to his heart's content, with no one around and no one to tell him that it was okay. that it had been necessary for neue to die. sacrifices had to be made. that it was one or hundreds. he didnt want to accept it, and he didnt want consolation in the form of statistics and half-hearted attempts to get him to be quiet.

though upon hearing the sound of another voice, blue lifted his head from the flower patch, blinking in the direction that it had come from. was that verdana? she sounded.. happy. the combatant's interest piqued, ears perking up and swerving forward, scrambling to his paws and immediately heading in the direction it resonated from. his pace was brisk, nearly sprinting because she was saying his friends name, and the word 'alive'. the only time he'd heard those two in a sentence here lately, there had been an 'isnt' in the middle of them. the feline panted softly with the effort it was taking to get to them, his teleportation forgotten in the midst of his rising excitement, because there was another voice. it, too, was happy. little paws bounded over patches of flowers and around bushes until, finally, he appeared.

and for a moment, he simply stared.

uncharacteristically silent, the feline gazed at him. verdana was there, and francis too, but this was not the clanmate he knew. he was so different. his mouth opened, then closed again, the stars in his eyes widening to eclipse the blue of his irises while he fought to find the right thing to say. finally, he voiced the first thing he could come up with: * N-NEUE? there it was. his voice cracked, very audibly, and he before he knew it, he was crying. tears were not a foreign feeling to the male anymore, having made the routine of cleansing his snow-white face of teal streaks a daily habit; so at first, he did not realize that he weeping. he was back.. he was back. the small blizzardclanner pushed forward, his lip quivering and small body shaking with the force of his studdering breath as his lungs rummaged for oxygen, pushing himself against the larger creatures chest.

* I-I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE. his usually bright tone quivered with emotion, a limb wrapping around one of neue's similar to how he did with his brother, holding him as best he could. his grip was tight, as if afraid that he would disappear if he let go or did so much as loosen his grasp. * PLEASE DONT LEAVE AGAIN. PLEASE. as if he could really help it. blue released a heavy breath, trying his best not to get the pastel-hued tears on his clanmate's chest, but likely failing. * I-I MISSED YOU.