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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%][size=9px][...][/size] That word; horoscope. It sounded funny. Lessa is very quiet as she sits back, listening, tail flicking. The medic intern wouldn't mind being told she would be back to her original body soon. That'd be nice. She pays rapt attention to the cards, curiosity gleaming in the depths of her dark brown eyes, ears perked as she listens to Ariel's interpretations to Littlepup's birthday. She had a vague memory of when her birthday supposedly was, but it refused to come to her, instead she went for the cards; they were more interesting anyway. Particularly strong energy from?


    She stared down at the cards, all flipped on their backs, hiding their secrets. The apprentice lets her paws hover over them as instructed, occasionally glancing up as if questioning. Her mind began to wander when she finally picked one, calling upon the Force to aid her in turning it over. The card depicted a quiet scene. The stars were shining alone in the sky, no moon amongst them. Below there was a small blue flower growing out of the ground, shrouded in shadow yet the petals seemed to give off a kind of glow. To the left there was a patch of dark colored flowers, and to the right, lighter. The blue flower was placed alone, in between. Yet on one green leaf, a little firefly sat, casting a small, yet warm glow around it.

    Rather ominous. Lessa however remains incomprehensive, an almost blank expression on her face, marked only by a small, thoughtful frown.


    // feel free to have ppl interrupt however, spoiler is my actual meaning behind it. c;


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  • HOLYDOVE
    "even angels need angels."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Alright this typically wasint Holydove's kind of thing, but she was a little bit interested now. She moved forward and cleared her voice to speak up. "My birthday is June 22nd." she tells Ariel, almost curious to see what would be said. There was a few things in the back of her head that she was hoping to have implications for; something to show her wedding would go over well, something relating to good luck in her aspiring dream of becoming a deputy, any kind of signs her son Happypaw might return sometime soon. Of course, one thing Holydove didn't know was that there was a different kind of big surprise about to enter her life that she wouldn't be expecting; babies with Praguespring.


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    [justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]The sable's ear flicks in thought. Superstition stuff. Is it possible to be accurate? Give or take. I don't dab into the future, Fifer, not my place. Fifer doesn't know their birthday, if they have one. They sit beside Lessa, a little unnerved her her current form, watching her choose a card, curiosity in their eyes. There's a sharp pang in his heart. That one just seemed... Sad somehow. Like a warning to a tragedy. They frown, shifting their paws. Keeping up with the whole activity, they decide to reach for their own card, letting their paw move instinctively. What they got was rather simplistic; a small, orange flame in the dark. That can mean a lot. Go figure.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt;line-height:1.5;][font=timesnewroman]Praguespring blinked, appearing unconvinced. How could the stars know more about him than himself? He had read those human books about astronomy and according to them, stars were just fiery balls of hot gas - or something like that. "I w-was born in l-late spring," spoke up Praguespring. "Late April. What d-does that make m-me?" The WindClan leader still believed that horoscopes and general fortune-telling methods were frivolous and based on arbitrary rules but he was still curious to see what Ariel might have to say. The Siberian tiger had retained his sense of curiosity even after he had shed his childhood.


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Hearing all the commotion, San decided to come over. Her clear emerald gaze was narrowed with uncertainty as the apprentice went to slip beside Cherviltea, drawing close and softly brushing against him. Leaning back into a sitting position, the coffee brown savannah tipped her head ever so slightly to the side as she listened. Should she try? She was a very highly curious person and believed in spiritual things. Her striped tail twitched as the advisor decided to stay silent for now. She didn't want to load Ariel with more so San simply waited, her velvety pierced ears twitching as she wondered what Praguespring's question will be answered with.
    [hr][align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][spoiler=TAGS — UPDATED JULY 26, 2016][justify]general information —
    sanctified(paw)+(taboo) mononoke
    reincarnation of wednesday hayate
    daughter of wingstar & fireflyspark
    prefers to be called simply "san"
    female | 10 months | D.O.B: sep 01
    taken | dating cherviltea
    savannah feline ( ref I & ref II ) | unknown sexuality
    windclan advisor of warfare & apprentice
    ambassador for lithiumclan alliance
    mentored by praguespring
    ages one month = every 350 post milestone
    based off san from princess mononoke


    confrontation information —
    medium/hard physical difficulty
    medium mental difficulty
    attack in BOLDED LIMEGREEN
    no killing nor capturing without given permission
    can powerplay peaceful actions if needed


    power information —
    teleportation power
    ability to take away pain
    manipulation of molecules
    shape-shifting
    flower prints
    telekinesis
    invisibility


    personal information —
    can see a wolf spirit named Moro (will speak to her in thoughts) due to only being heard in san's mind but it is rare. san's appearance is an unusually short streamlined light-framed coffee brown savannah with emerald green eyes with accessories that include the following: red tribal markings, a dagger necklace that cherviltea gave her, two arm bracelets on her front legs, a wolf teeth necklace (only during special events), and war mask (only to battles) along with thin large white earrings. She has claw marked scars on each hip. her personality usually revolves around these eight qualities: determined, fierce, independent, has trust issues, nature-loving, protective, internally conflicted & stubborn. She has a fear of night and stars due to being raped. Will bear the children of Bill Cipher.


    other links —
    plot thread | playlist | biography

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    Ariel shrugged when Vader reacted so negatively. "If that's what you believe, sure," she said, glancing curiously at the one he'd chosen. "But if you want me to explain some things about that one, I'd be happy to." She wondered exactly what it meant to him. Of course, there was no way to know if he didn't say. Ariel was no real mind-reader.


    Then she looked at Lucy's card and her eyes widened as she analyzed it. "This...is the card of knowledge and intellect. See the one in the corner? It is the card of beginnings, but it is also the card of eternity. Almost every symbol here is contradicting. White flowers in red thorns: purity and experience. One thing is for sure- this card indicates success. You have the knowledge and recourses to be very, very successful if you put your mind to it," Ariel advised.


    Then Lessa. "I rarely see this one," the panselier admitted. "The firefly is clearly significant. Perhaps it represents a small yet constant form of goodness and protection in your life. Do you have anyone like that? The card seems to indicate a life surrounded by darkness- but you have a choice. It is not impossible to escape any evil you may come across. The futures indicated here are not fates, but choices. Important ones too, I might add."


    Holydove was next. Ariel grinned and said, "You're a cancer! That means you have great strength inside you, and you needn't be afraid to show it! It's important for you to speak your mind more often in the future. Anyone worth your time will respect your opinions." Holydove was an interesting sort. Ariel wouldn't have expected her to be a cancer, but there it was!


    Ariel looked at Fifer's card, noticing its striking similarity to Lessa's. But it was very different. "You are very important in the lives of others. You bring hope and inspiration to your friends, and someday your presence may even frighten your enemies. But focus on serving as a protector, not as an avenger. You will be fulfilled in the end if you continue to give people hope in spite of seemingly impossible situations." That was a tricky one- and a hard path to live. Few would envy that life.


    "Late April?" she echoed Praguespring next. "You'd be a Taurus then, I believe. That seems fitting." It was either a Taurus or an Aries and Praguespring was in no way an Aries. Now for the horoscope. "You know how to stand up for what you believe in. Don't ever stop. Silence is equal to encouragement in the eyes of opposers. Yes, respect is important, but so is your voice. Never take that for granted, and speak the truth when the time calls for it."


    Phew, that was a lot. Ariel needed a breather. But hey, that was pretty fun!


    (Sorry for the wait, this was a lot to do!!^^)
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    She smiled, her stubby tail flicking as she mulled over her response. "The Rebel is an interesting one," she nodded. "But it is not always exactly what people think. This is the card of power...At its worst, the card of corruption. It symbolizes the power of truth, the power of light. Those who receive this card should not necessarily fear a rebel. Man cannot harm you. But an idea...an idea can be a very dangerous thing. You cannot fight an idea. You cannot kill an idea. An idea can grow, and it can mean the end of you."


    "But The Rebel's spirit animal is an eagle, the messenger of earth and sky. This means hope. This means you have a choice, and you have always had a choice. While an idea may be your weakness, the chains of fate are not. You have every opportunity to change your future if you wish it. If not, it doesn't necessarily mean your downfall, but it foretells a much more dangerous path." There was more on this card than on most, and Ariel still wasn't sure she'd covered all of it.


    "What do you think?" she asked Vader in a cheery voice, a stark contrast to the foreboding message she gave.
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    "You cannot kill an idea. An idea can grow, and it can mean the end of you." And this, unsettled him.
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    Ah, death. Card number thirteen. "You know, I've actually never believed this card represents actual, physical death. More like...the end of something. Perhaps the end of an era. Either way, the advisable thing to do once you've draw this card is to increase your self-awareness to prevent any unwanted circumstances."


    "Now war..." she continued, eyes narrowing. "This is the card of Ares- of masculinity and power. It's supposed to foretell some sort of victory, no matter how short-lived, especially through battle. If you draw this card, it usually implies the importance of protection. You can be successful, but only with your army by your side and your helmet latched, you know?" she explained, wondering if that had any impact on Vader. She searched his "face" for some sort of reaction...that is, if there was anything to see.
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    But war meant he would win. He would be victorious. He and his army would crush the Resistance. And that, excited him. It was hard to foretell what the Sith Lord thought, leaving the lighting of the situation to be interpreted into his emotions.


    "May I keep these?"
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    "Hm...sure!" Ariel decided cheerily, under the impression that she had convinced him of the cards' power. He wouldn't keep them if he truly thought it was complete bogus, right? With a bombastic grin, she pushed the three cards towards him and looked around. Huh, seemed as if she'd satisfied everyone!
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