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    Where was he, where was he, where was he?


    Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He couldn't have gone far. With no wings and little experience doing anything on ground, Christahel couldn't have gone that far from home. Impossible, impossible, impossible. Christahel was here, around here somewhere. He knew it. The fading scent of the other angel was familiar, like a childhood home, and it gave Michael a sense of familiarity and family. It made him feel like a child once again; an innocent child of higher angels who believed that everything would go his way as long as he had his beautiful black wings. Why? Why? Why? His own wings, cut off by demons. Cut off, cut off, cut off. He cut Christahel's off a month after. He regret it. Regret, regret, regret. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness.


    Forgiveness was what he asked for. It was the only thing he asked for. He no longer cared about his own wings, what he wanted to win was Christahel's forgiveness. However, Christahel cruelly deprived him from it. "I'm never going to forgive you." That was what he said. Then he had the audacity to run away. Run, run, run. Christahel left him. Left him because he didn't care about him. Michael was nothing to Christahel anymore. Yet Michael knew. Two halves couldn't live without each other no matter how hard they tried. Christahel was his Yin and he wasn't letting that power go. No, Christahel was his. His forever!


    All of this was going on in the inside. On the outside, Michael was calm, collected, and sophisticated-looking. A small lit cigarette was hanging from his mouth, and the male took graceful puffs from it, like a dragon with fire. The chocolate-colored creature didn't know where he was but he knew that Christahel was here. His scent was here, his oh-so comforting scent. His Christahel was here. They had been separated for too long. Too long, too long, too long.


    Michael sat down before the border in a regal and virtuous pose. Gently puffing out smoke every now and then, maroon eyes half-lidded in a calmness that only hid the mess inside.


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    The delicately framed alabaster domestic feline dos not enjoy her nostrils being tainted with the stale scent of cigarettes. Why people decided to turn to those cancer sticks, she did not know. Weddingbells would cuss under her breath before she made way to the scene, hoping to get it all out of her system before confronting whoever this stranger was. She hated feeling so irritated and unhappy but after Lemy left she couldn't handle it. It would pass, of course, but right now she had to deal with her emotions. As for now she would try to regain her previous sweet self. "hey there doll, Name and business with sylvanclan?" the long legged feline would addres him, a polite smile adorning her angelic features. "and would you mind putting hat thing out for me, please?" weddingbells would ask once again politely. There was nothing against him, but she just didn't like the overpowering scent of tobacco.
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    Lucy arrived at the border a moment after the alabaster feline. She quickly glanced over to her clanmate and greeted her with a polite nod before focusing her attention on the stranger. Whoever they were they looked respectable enough, much more so than any of her clanmates. There was something slightly off about him though. Yet as she examined him she couldn't quite figure out what it was that was bothering her. Eventually she simply pushed the thought out of her mind however, supposing she was just being paranoid.


    Since the usual 'name and business' question had been handled the feline simply sat down and awaited an answer. After all if it turned out this guy was looking for trouble Weddingbells certainly wouldn't be able to handle him. The feline doubted the royal guard head could handle a mouse, much less this guy. She would certainly need Lucy's help.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    He was disappointed to see that the first who approached wasn't Christahel. She kind of looked like him, which made his heart flutter wonderfully. Christahel was here, just not yet. "My name, you ask?" Michael echoed. His voice was oddly smooth and quiet and held a regal aura to it. He was silent, taking a long puff of his cigarette before opening his mouth to speak once again, "Michael is my name, Micha if you wish to call me with affection. I'm a former guardian angel and a veteran. I do hope that would be enough information? I do have more titles." His explanation was short and to the point. He wasn't here to speak much, or at least not to them.


    His maroon eyes snapped to the other feline as she asked him to extinguish his cigarette and he let out a small, airy laugh. It wasn't mocking. "This is my last one. Is there a policy against smoking? Apologies if there is. However, if not, then I'm terribly sorry. I won't be extinguishing this. I will make sure to avoid you when I am smoking. Thank you for your concern, miss." Michael explained, quickly turning to glance at who arrived next.


    Not Christahel either. Where was he? Where was he? Where was he? He was here, Michael could feel it. He couldn't wait to get his paws on him once again and...where was he going with this? He forgot. Michael was silent, thoughtful if one must. His eyes were closed and as he reopened them, his mouth opened once again, "Miss," Michael said softly, addressing Lucy. "Do you happen to know someone named Christahel? I know he lives here. He looks like the other miss beside you. His eyes are a deeper blue color. Perhaps a scarred back rings a bell?"


    He has to be here, he has to be here, he has to be here. "If not, I'll turn back. Sorry for bothering you." Michael added calmly, allowing more smoke to stream out of his mouth. [/fancypost]

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    Was it true that two halves couldn't exist without each other?


    Perhaps they weren't even two halves, themselves. It was all child's play. Yin and Yang, nicknames, training together, reading together, it was all the result of their own innocence. None of it was real, none of it meant anything at all. They were never who they thought they would be and perhaps that was the reality that hurt the most. It didn't stop Sassafras from missing Micheal's former self, before the accident with the demons and before something snapped and Sassafras was caught up in the mess. Truth be told, Sassafras did miss what they were like when they were children. Who wouldn't? They were fun-loving, innocent, and honest. Now what were they? Corrupted was a nice word, but who knew? Sassafras didn't know, himself.


    Anyways, it was stupid for him to believe that he was actually safe here. It took Sassafras days to fully come up with an escape plan after having his wings cut off. He was worried that Michael would catch him in the midst of one and perhaps chop off another of his limbs, so he escaped during the night and traveled until day without any food or water. He didn't see Michael around anywhere, so he joined the nearest clan and assumed that he was safe. Now he was forced to question his own safety as the one he used to love, the one he used to trust with every fiber in his being appeared before him, asking for his presence. It was like a nightmare come true. Within two seconds, the angel's entire world was falling apart and he had no idea how to prevent it from completely collapsing. What was he supposed to do now? Sassafras didn't know, and that terrified him beyond belief.


    The pure white feline recoiled as soon as he made his way to the joining and caught sight of what was going on. His heart sank. He began to feel nauseous, and his back began to ache once again, slowly growing more and more painful as his brain began to register who this was and what he was capable of. It was almost as if he could feel the knife jutting into his wings again, the excruciating pain forcing his breath to hitch in his throat. Fear was beginning to take over him, force every other sense to shut down, but Sassafras refused to go down like that. He was going to prevent Michael from joining no matter what anyone said.


    "Get out." Sassafras growled in a low voice, ignoring everyone else who approached as his ocean blue eyes were only trained on Michael. Despite his obvious aggression, fear was rolling off of him in waves. Why was he here? How did he find him? What was he going to do to him now? He already took Sassafras's wings, what else would he take? God, Sassafras didn't want to know the answer to that question. In an attempt to make himself seem more threatening, Sassafras added in a stern tone of voice, "Go away. You are not welcome here nor will you ever be. Get your ass out of this place and don't come back. I never want to see you here again. And don't ever call me that name again."


    Sassafras did have his sword with him, but he wouldn't start the fight. Even when it was someone like Michael, he wouldn't start it. After all, he was giving Michael the chance to leave peacefully and never come back and if Michael did end up listening, then he wouldn't have anything to worry about. However, there was something different about him. The smoking was new, since last time Sassafras checked, Michael hated smoking as much as Sassafras did. It was like Michael was an entirely different person, and that wasn't comforting in the least. Sassafras straightened his back in an attempt to look taller, but it was clear that behind the hard look in his eyes, he was scared out of his wits. Who wouldn't be when Michael put him through so much? He thought that he was safe here, why wasn't he safe here, why was Michael here?


    Hopefully Michael would listen to Sassafras for once and leave him and everyone in the clan alone.


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    Sylvia stood by Weddingbells as she had absolutely no idea what was happening. She blinked in confusion.

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    Lucy was about to respond that unfortunately yes, she did know Sassafras. Before she could though the feline in question happened to show up. She raised her eyebrows at how blatantly hostile he was toward Micheal. She had never seen him act like this. He could be rude and vulgar, sure. Yet even when she had insulted him to his face he had never been this aggressive. Which begged the question, what had this guy done to earn Sassafras' ire?


    For now she decided not to take a side. She'd await either an explanation, or a reason to intervene. After all while she didn't quite trust this stranger, she didn't quite trust Sassafras' judgement either.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 19pt; color: lightgray]✧ LUMINOS ✧[/fancypost]
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    GENERAL:
    luminos | male (he/him) | child of sylvanclan | physically and mentally 3 months


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] black fox kit


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    • none


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    • no mental disabilities


    PERSONALITY:
    being developed; outgoing, friendly, honest, trusting


    [color=black]RELATIONSHIPS:
    [color=black]•     single


    [color=black]CONFRONTATION:
    [color=black]•     physically easy [color=black]|     mentally easy
    [color=black]•     Attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=black]OTHER:
    [color=black]•     adopted by sylvia

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    He was here, he was here, he was here.


    Ignoring all other comments as well as the hostile tone that was used, Michael immediately stalked over to Sassafras with curious maroon eyes. A grin threatened to form but he didn't allow it to yet. No, no, not yet. "I knew you were here." Michael whispered to him, a chuckle sounding. This was too good to be true. His angel right here, walking into his own trap. This was wonderful, indeed. Ah, someone pinch him, he must be dreaming! The cat then aimed to blow a puff of smoke into Sassafras's face with the knowledge of how much it annoyed his former friend. No one said that he wouldn't mess with him.


    He turned to his audience. "Don't worry about him, we merely left on an argument the last time we saw each other. Emotions run high, do they not?" He gave them a supposedly reassuring grin.


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    Sylvia stood in front of Luminos and spoke. "You can join, but don't be alarmed if you find someone keeping a close eye on you." Never mess with Sylvia when she is angry. She would whoop your butt.

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    Sassafras visibly flinched away as Michael made his way closer to him. This was way too close for his comfort and that was saying something as Sassafras was normally the one to disrespect personal bubbles and enjoy physical affection of any kind. A guarded look remained in his eyes as he listened to Michael speak to him, his eyes widened slightly. He knew that he was here? How? Did someone rat Sassafras out and give Michael his location? That couldn't be possible since Sassafras didn't tell anyone here about Michael, so that meant that Michael came over here by his own means. If that was the case, then part of Sassafras wanted to applaud him for that type of dedication, especially since Michael was wingless, too. However, that was also scary at the same time. That meant that Michael might be able to find him anywhere and that was the last thing he wanted.


    As the puff of smoke was blown into his face, he held his breath in order to keep himself from coughing and squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance. He didn't like this new habit that Michael picked up and he had a feeling that it would end up working for his own disadvantage, as well. He was about to say something to Michael in response, but then Michael was actually accepted into the clan, which forced Sassafras to suddenly be at a loss for words. No, there was no way that was happening. There was no way that he was going to be stuck in the same clan as Michael. However, he couldn't just leave and he doubted that he would be able to kick Michael out so here he was.


    Both indignation and fear sparked in his chest but he swallowed them down. This was no time to let such emotions show, especially in front of him. "Fine." Sassafras snapped, turning around and beginning to walk back to camp without even waiting for anyone to saw something. He just hoped that everyone else would keep Michael occupied so Sassafras would have some minutes to himself in order to process this situation and think of what to do next. Man, this was the last thing he was expecting.


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    GENERAL:
    luminos | male (he/him) | sentinel of sylvanclan | physically and mentally 3 months


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] black fox kit


    INJURIES & SCARS:
    • none


    MENTAL HEALTH:
    • no mental disabilities


    PERSONALITY:
    being developed; outgoing, friendly, honest, trusting


    [color=black]RELATIONSHIPS:
    [color=black]•     single


    [color=black]CONFRONTATION:
    [color=black]•     physically easy [color=black]|     mentally easy
    [color=black]•     Attack in [color=black]BOLD BLACK


    [color=black]OTHER:
    [color=black]•     adopted by sylvia

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    Lucy didn't like how hostile her clanmates were being towards this new Sylvanclanner, but not because she trusted him. It was so blatantly obvious that he was lying it was almost pathetic. His excuse was laughable at best. Sassafras was many things, but easily angered wasn't one of them. It wasn't because they were being rude either, she couldn't care less about that. She just didn't think they were the best way to deal with this guy. After all letting him know that you were onto him wasn't going to do anything but make him more careful. Which would simply make him more dangerous.


    So instead she was going to do the exact opposite, she was going to act completely oblivious to how suspicious he was. Make him think she was completely fooled by his act. Then he wouldn't think she was a threat. If he was only after Sassafras, then she wouldn't intervene. She didn't care much for that idiot anyway. However if Michael was after something else she'd be in the perfect position to stab him in the back.


    "I apologize for my clanmates rudeness. However I'm sure they'll warm up to you in time." The feline said smoothly. "In the meantime let me welcome you to Sylvanclan. Would you like a tour of the territory?"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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