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    it'd been... a while since she'd last been here. back at her home. a part of her was rather hesitant, what if her old friends weren't here? what if no one remembered her? that would be quite sad, but it'd be fine, she supposed. she'd just have to make more friends. perhaps there were new medics... was mary gone? or lily? maybe. hopefully tama still led here, though. they were good friends, and she was an amazing leader. she would definitely have to talk to the fem and get caught up if she was still around. she was quite young when rho had died, so there was no way that tam was dead. it just wasn't possible. the small winged fem stood at the border, in her original form... but there was a new scar on her side. it was the scar where that bullet had hit her. she'd rather not talk about that, though.

    He remembered her falling. It brought back some memories, but he was quite sure it was the same for Rho. It wasn't hard to recognise her, and the bullet wound had only made it easier. It was pretty much the proof that it was indeed her and even though he hadn't really known her, it still felt great to see her back. If only Çelina could do such a thing. "R-Rho...? W-Welcome back" Storm barked as he padded over, offering the fem a faint smile. He still kept his injured paw above the ground, but at least he had less trouble standing straight than before.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama could still remember it all, in its morbid and gut-twisting clarity. She could recall the clean sound of the bullet, cleaving the tranquil air, cutting into Rho's side, as her vessel fell from the sky. Tama could remember it all. She could remember the bloodcurdling thud that had resounded from what had been left of the scene. The thick crimson that fled from Rho's side, a statement of her own demise. She could remember the grief that had gripped her then - it still did. It always would. She didn't spend her life wallowing in the sorrows of all whom she had lost, but she remembered Rho, and she remembered the femme's sweet nature, skittish stammer, and her gentle behaviours. Days when one would find her, tending quietly to her herb garden.. Tama would remember those times, followed by the prompt tightening of her heart in her chest, as she was reminded of the fact that such days were fragments of the past.


    "Rho..?" Tama would murmur, disbelief parting her tone, as her ashen orbs lingered on the alabaster frame of her old friend. She didn't look to the bullet wound - perhaps, her gaze subconsciously avoided it. Instead, if this were only an illusion, then she could succumb to it for just a little while. Maybe, she could just.. believe it, instead of debating between whether this was real or not. Overwhelmed with an abrupt bliss, the servaline shook her head instead of bothering to question it, sprinting towards the presence of her comrade, and - real or not - Tama would aim to draw to a halt only after she had greeted Rho with an embrace. "Rho- You're okay! You're alive!" The leader would resound, tears drawn from the emotions that tightened her throat.


    TAGS 21/08/2016

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    her dainty, scarred face was graced with her familiar kind smile as she saw storm, and then tama. "t-t-thank you, f-for th-the welcome back." she spoke softly, but with quite obvious joy. her lavender optics moved to the paw he was favoring. that concerned her, but she was barely given time to speak before she was embraced by tama. she laughed softly, grinning once again "oh t-t-tama, i-it was ho-horrible. b-b-but im s-so glad to b-b-be ba-back. i missed y-you guys so m-m-much." she'd say, voice wavering as she returned the kind embrace. she never wanted to leave again, especially not in that way.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Rho. The kit looked at Tama, realizing that Rho was an old friend. Seemingly also to Storm, and probably other animals as well. Dovekit smiled happily, relaxing that's the feline was well known to the leader and vice. He walked closer, focusing on the scar on Rhos side. It made him shiver. He didn't want to say anything. He didn't need to. The kit didn't know her at all, but at least he'd witnessed her returning.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Jasper inspected the stuttering female, trying to recall memories of her. "Pleasure to have you back, miss." He said, southern voice gentle as he lightly dipped his head. "'M Jasper." He offered once again.


    // what even is muse right


    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia]GENERAL
    jasper whitlock-hale / npc x npc / agender / he/him / 30 months physically / 172 years spiritually / blizzardclan / head combatant / russet tabby / eyes change color based on hunger / heavily scarred / demipanromantic demipansexual / southern accent / based off jasper hale from twilight


    PERSONALITY
    cold / stoic / majorly empathetic / cuts off empathy / self-loathing / militaristic / polite / southern gentleman / overprotective / uncontrollable thirst / has ptsd and dpd / logical


    POWERS
    super speed / super strength / project & manipulate emotions / eye color manipulation (uncontrollable) / vampirism / super senses / venomous fangs / glows in sunlight


    INTERACTION
    extreme physically / easy mentally / highly trained / attack in bold white / no kill / pm for capture / okay to powerplay non-offensive interactions