they throw away our nation’s pride {o; sarangerel} and caution to the wind

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Yuri wouldn’t allow himself to so lowly break into a run. He wouldn’t run from his clanmates. Instead he forced himself to walk as dignified as possible out of the throne room. His expression was strained do to him holding back an angry outburst. He’d like to forget the meeting happened but he knew that would not be. He would never forget what happened and he’d obsess over the grudge once he recovered. Those once clanmates would be his enemies. Times like these made him wish he still had his personal greenhouse in ColouredClan or even the abundance of gardens to rest in that he had had access to when he lived in the Garden or even the rain forest of ShadowClan that was always bursting with plant life to comfort him. Unlike other small creatures that were fair game and targeted by his wrath, the unrelatable carnivorous plant species he kept were never brutalized by him. He loved most plants.

He was seeking his single potted venus fly trap in his room. It was the only surviving companion he’d brought with when he left the Garden. It sat on his bedside table and sometimes he moved it to the window sill. He stepped down the grand hallway and headed for the stairs. He didn’t look back over his shoulder.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#b54c82, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri heard the hushed and urgent voice behind him. In his upset state he wanted to avoid everyone else and even help from others. He didn't know who was calling him but he was horrified someone has chased him from the meeting. The tom climbed a few steps and showed signs that he'd ignore the voice, but curiosity did get to him and he stole a tiny peek over his shoulder.

It was Nighttales' daughter, the oracle. Yuri did not know what Sarangerel planned to do with him. He remembered her as the one who welcomed him to The Elite. When Hollowvictory was around they had spent some time together too. He stopped because it was her and her face was distantly familiar to an old friend and clanmate. The femme herself seemed to be a rational and collected person. "Sarangerel?" He asked. He still huffed with each breath. He had not calmed yet from the incident. He likely wouldn't until many hours later.

"What is it? I want to be alone." His eyes threatened to glare at the winged serval and his voice was snappy.

//rushed!

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[fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#b54c82, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri sighed and sat down on the steps. Her force was not a force he would responded aggressively to because it was a…good force. He wasn’t used to others talking to him about his problems. He only knew to storm away in a rage. He felt he’d probably cry if he remained and talked or he’d be holding back tears. He didn’t have time to harden from the experience and the wounds were still fresh. That was why it was best to run and be alone and angry for a while. Soon, the sadness would become a powerful hatred.

He felt the gentle wings tip on his shoulder and he glanced at Sarangrel, his glaring eyes relaxing. She was glad to have him around? It made him feel nice to know that. But… It didn’t change what the others thought. He liked how she was careful to not insult Rigatona just because she was the current leader positon. It was the kind of proper conduct he agreed with and would have possessed too if the circumstances were different. He blinked his lashed and frowned. ”Thanks, Sarangrel. It means a lot to hear you say that. But.. I don’t think I can stay. I’d have to hear that from Sola or Rigatona. I don’t have chance here anymore. Surely, you understand that. I’m ruined.” His career was shattered.

Nighttales’ daughter was lovely. He was weak in the moment but he thought he loved her- at least for her kindness. Not many people were gentle, not many he’d ever met. He usually deemed those people to be weaklings but maybe he was wrong about some of them. Sarangrel could fight too. She’d gone after a few Cartellian trespassers. ”I’ll consider you a friend, if that is okay with you. I’m glad I’m not completely disliked but I believe it’s only you swimming against the current.”

He sighed again. ”I’m only here to achieve glory. I want to make a place wonderful and feared, but I don’t think I want to make this place that way. I want to go somewhere else. I don’t know where yet.. Maybe home.” He whispered as he spoke. ”I’m leaving tomorrow.” He decided it right then. ”If I leave angry, it’s because it had time to harvest my rage. I won’t mean it towards you but everyone else I will. Farewell?” It was easiest for him to leave the place. The thought brought him some solace.

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[fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#b54c82, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]He was at peace with his decision by having another accept it. Sarangerel didn't seem like she would love for him to go but she understood. She even accepted to be called a friend. If he did ever return on friendly terms, it would be to oracle's library.

He nodded in response to her wishing him well in his travels. Her question had an obvious answer, he thought. He let proud smile grace his face. He'd go to the greatest group in existence. "I'm going home. ColouredClan." He had a group of people that cared about him there, some where family members and others past clanmates. They accepted him for how he was and it allowed him to achieve what he dreamed. He'd do the same he'd done before in ColouredClan and he'd finished what he started. He'd get his glory again. "I will tell your father how lovely you are. Good luck in this place. Goodnight and Farewell, Sarangerel." He was off to his room until morning. Tomorrow he'd be gone. He hesitated as he was leaving but decided to give her some final advice. He was no saint, he could be a monster actually. "Oh-uh.. Don't show that you favor me after I'm gone or before. It will only bring you grief. I don't want your future here destroyed too."

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