IT WAS A LONG JOURNEY ♣ open ♣ WASN'T IT...?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify; width:400px;]Why did violet eyes open so abruptly? It almost sent tremors of a migraine headache through the silver fox's brain as daylight somewhat filtered into throbbing pupils... but the world? It was all a blur. Some details could be made out, but what else? Was she blind? No, that was not possible... but what...


    Flesh.


    Damn. She was hungry. Weakly pulling herself to her feet, the ghoul glared around. The scent was nostalgic and familiar, but old. BreezeClan? No. Rebellion of Terminus? Yes, kind of. They... were gone? No surprise. Where had that idiot brother of hers, Ayato, led them?


    Walk.


    How long had she been walking? Days? She was starving, but her keen nose was intent on that one scent. And her paws? They kept moving forward, unable to chase prey. She had to find them. Ama, where was Ama? Her dear Amaterasu? Vanny, where was Vanny? That little Vandreadcarnival? Frenchy? That flirt, Frenchkiss?
    Where was Ayato, that ghoulish brother of hers...? Where was her flesh-eating kin?


    The scent was more prominent than ever. A border. Yes, a border! No doubt.... And they were there. Her clan. Her family. Flesh. Her friends. Her clanmates. Flesh... Blood...


    But wait... she was there?
    Who was she?


    Flesh. Hunger.


    I am... no... I want...





    OOC: Just to refresh everyone's memories... Touka ate a Wendigo and thus became one. It later was too much for her to handle and she fell asleep for like a year or more. And now she woke up and is returning. Spoopy, right?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -13px;font-size:13.5px;][hr][justify][sub][font=arial]a flirt...! what a terrible title. Frenchy was just made to be a happy kissing man that was on the loose. It wasnt his fault! Anyway, when he smelled the familiar sent of touka, he sneezed. [color=#c3bcda]" ayato smells weird.... " he said quietly. Oh, no....! Was his dear, sweet friend in trouble? He felt a pang in his chest when the thought crossed his mind. sending him flying to where the girl stood. [color=#c3bcda]" o-oh..! touka! are you okay? " the feline said, tilting his head. worry was stricken across his face as he looked over her.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify; width:400px;]Her vision was still blurry as she found herself unable to make out the shape of the figure directly in front of her. He was a big brown and white fuzzy smudge against the horizon, and it was only the scent that Touka could somewhat distinguish. Frenchy? Frenchkiss?


    As much as the silver fox wanted to actually react and greet the other ghoul she had quietly missed, there was only one thing revolving around Touka's mind. Flesh.


    She was starving. Unable to think or use any reason or logic, the wendigo leaped forward at frightening speeds and aimed for Frenchkiss. Opening jaws to reveal glistening white fangs, Touka attempted to pin the ghoul and sink her fangs deep into his shoulder to get her fill of the blood and hopefully tear off flesh to eat. She was hungry, but now here was food.
    Flesh.

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    " t-touka..! " vandead came in at such odd timing, watching as the wendigo lunged forward. he remembered her being crazy for quite awhile, but it was much before he left. he didn't know it had progressed that much. what happened to her, exactly? it would be kind of hard to take her down...he didn't want to injure her, or get injured himself. she probably needed a medic..hopefully. okay, he hoped she needed a medic. the tom attempted to jump onto touka's back, scratching at her sides. which should at least get her off frenchy - he used to be a healer, as far as vanny knew, he didn't have much fighting knowledge. he made sure not scratch to deep, though.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: auto; margin-top: -13px;font-size:13.5px;][hr][justify][sub][font=arial].... yeah, Frenchy probably needed to face his fear of fighting. Especially because he was in the rebellion. He would need to know something. His mind and body instantly shut down when he was tackled to the ground by the other goul. He felt like he was beside himself. Adrenaline rushed through his body... but he couldn't move or react. He was stuck. it wasn't long before the girl tore through his flesh, which was what brought him back to reality. Pain. He couldn't even scream. He tried to turn his head to the side. Was ther any chance of getting away? He squirmed underneath touka, but it didn't really get him anywhere. But who was that? It was vanny!! Here to save the day!

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    — what was this? ayato hadn't seen touka in a long time. his blood sister hadn't had too much a bloodlust —it had been less than his— at the time, but her familiar scent was something that irritated him. he didn't want to be around her. he didn't want her in his rebellion. but that was just it; it wasn't his to claim anymore. he wasn't the boss. if he was, he would have exiled her on the spot. no kidding— ayato hated his older sister.


    "touka, what the hell!" the dragon roared as he stomped over to see what was going on. the large dragon's eyesight was pretty good, but they were all pretty small compared to him, so he had to squint. it seemed like she had gone in for the kill with frenchy (although he did look pretty tasty; who could blame her? lol) and vandead had come to the rescue. "don't quit your dayjob, you coffee-chugging fuck." the dragon said to the wendigo, attempting to pull the former consigliere towards himself if vanny had successfully gotten her off him. if anything else happened, he would try to stop them both.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify; width:400px;]The blood and flesh seemed to melt on her tongue as she relished the vulgar taste of food once again. However, soon others approached to interrupt her meal. A bright-hued tom-cat with wings leaped on her, scratching at her sides, but Touka hardly took any notice. She unconsciously activated her shapeshifting, which simply allowed giant wings to sprout from her sides, hopefully knocking the vampire off as they grew to full length- almost larger than her own body.


    Another familiar scent appeared- one that was too familiar. She would recognize him anywhere, that idiot brother of hers. Touka continued to attempt to tear another hunk of flesh from Frenchkiss, yet that looming dragon planned to stop her feasting. The Wendigo was in no mind of reason or logic. The only drive was instinct, and her insane hunger. As Ayato began to pry her prey away from her, however, the ghoul began to shapeshift again, slightly. Or rather, size manipulation. She began to grow to a fairly large size- at least as large as her little brother. Only, she was a pitch black, shadowy, winged kyuubi-fox, with glistening white teeth. Giving a deafening growl, Touka lunged for the dragon, attempting to dig long claws in and sink in those sharp fangs. Was there any way to reason with the ravenous monster?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 350px; color: lightgrey; font-family: serif; borderwidth=0px;][size=10]Oh my, what a sight! To think she could have missed this bloodbath if she stayed missing for another day or two could bring the linx to tears.
    White teeth hid behind a sickly sweet smile, violet gaze flickering down to the rapid movements below her as she laid upon an edge of a window above the fighting, stubby tail flicking from side to side with amusement.
    "Now now children, what did mama say about using foul words?" She teased down, seemingly unfazed by Touka literately trying to eat one of her group mates. This was nothing she hadn't seen or done herself before. The smell and look of blood was too familiar to the feline to really care about. This was an everyday thing.


    The Ghoul continued to watch the struggling attempts below her with a lazily amused expression, wanting to see how this predicament would turn out.
    Who knew, if someone died maybe she could snatch some delicious meat to eat herself.
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    the tom glanced over briefly as he saw ayato come over, * talking her quite nonchalantly. well, he was sure tha wasn't going to improve..whatever she was doing, although, grabbing frenchy was a good idea. he continued to scratch at her, until he got knocked off by her wings, of course. he braced himself for the impact of the ground, so was prepared when he managed to hit his side; with that, mostly being his shoulder. honestly, he lost all of his powers when he died - so he couldn't do much but use physical strength. but he really enjoyed having his powers - the fight might have been easier. the feline stood up after a moment of recuperation, tucking his wings in. " what's wrong with you?? " vandead exclaimed, just before she went ahead and tried to attack ayato. too much was going on. for some reason, another person appeared, but he wasn't sure what to do about them. they weren't doing anything - but it was still odd. touka's eating people, and the stranger was there too? he would just try to keep an eye on her, but pay attention to the problem. " you need to get yourself together, touka! " he could trust ayato to do some fighting against her, so he would just offer some sensible words.

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    Frenchy didn't want to die today, though. he wasn't planning on dying. Surely touka would come to her sense....! she didn't mean to eat him! After all, he too felt the urge to eat like she did... Although, it wasn't strictly others of the same species. He was only half goul, anyway. When she took anothebbite out of him, he cried out in pain. crimson blood oozed from his wounds, but he couldn't quite feel the pain. He stayedb perfectly still when she made the lunge for ayato...... everything was moving in slow motion. He turned his head to look for vanny. where did he go? His lilac visionaries were a little clouded with tears, but he was able to make out the sandy colored figure as he screamed something at touka. He lifted himself off of the ground, wincing as the pain finally made itself noticeable. [color=#c3bcda]" vanny! tu te sens bien? " shit. shit. shit. still stuck in what was happening, he couldn't remember how too say anything in english. He growled angrily at himself. why couldn't he do anything right? ayato told him to learn how to fight, but he always just put it off to he side. His stupid fear of fighting was making a big mess if everything. He sniffled, not even trying to hold back his tears. [color=#c3bcda]" .....désolé, c’est ma faute.... "

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    /AMAI !!!!!11THE ONE (1). THE ONLY(1).!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    — the dragon barely had time to watch frenchy get to vanny; he was preoccupied by touka's growth as she tried to attack him next. "excuse the fuck out of me," ayato grumbled under his breath, trying to dodge but wincing as her claws dub into his shoulder. they were both ukaku ghouls, specializing in speed but not in stamina, so that meant ayato had to end this as quickly as possible. "touka, stop acting a fool! " the former boss said as he extended his wings to try and escape from her grip. if he succeeded, then he would try to land a scratch to her nose. it would probably confuse her for a bit. hopefully.