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    Andysixx stalked up the stairs, the floating islands slightly obscured by the foggy atmosphere but still visible. With each step forward all that reverberated throughout his mind was one single word: home. He was going home to his beloved BlizzardClan. How long had to been since he left? The days had seemed to simply blur together into a massive dark cloud of loneliness and apathy, and endless cycle of purposelessness. He'd grown from a young, scrappy and hungry apprentice to a tall, thin and fiery warrior.


    Would anyone remember him? Of this he was doubtful. It had been so long. His thoughts flickered with the familiar faces of people he longed to see. Suiteheart and Margaery, his momfriends. Tama, his beloved leader. Mary, the one person whose mere presence felt strangely like deja vu. Saltpaw, his best friend that made him feel safe and warm and fuzzy. He longed to touch them and speak to them. If he was lucky, they would be there to greet his return. If he was unlucky..well, he didn't consider that as an option.


    Of course, none of this occurred to the young man quite yet. He was still dead set upon returning to where people loved him. The anxiety that had plagued him as a youngling had faded, and although social situations were still quite difficult, he could fake confidence and even believe it. He now had a slight ego-maniacal attitude and a raging temper. Not much different, honestly.


    Andypaw, now Andysixx, settled upon the top of the stairs, letting the piercing stare of his stormy blue eyes scour his familiar dwellings. He chewed nervously upon his lip ring, fidgeting absently with his bandanna. It was quiet so far. Well, there's no place like home.



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    [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]The other's onyx-framed silhouette remained stark against the crisp air surrounding their figure, drawing the servaline's silver orbs immediately towards them. She drew towards the other, pace quickening with each fleeting moment, recognition immediately traversing her thoughts and expression as she weaved her way through wilting fronds, and towards the other. "Andy?" The other's name sifted by her parted lips, eyes widening in a brief display of disbelief. She questioned it; due to the time that had passed, she certainly questioned it. Disbelief was rife in her thoughts, as her gaze remained fixed to the other.


    Though, it wasn't remotely possible that she could have mistaken them for anyone else.


    Disbelief faded - instead, the dissolved expression was replaced by one of interwoven joy and relief. Relieved, that they were alright - that they were safe, and alive. Euphoria skirted her countenance due to the very concept of their return, whether it was simply for the sake of a visitation, or a legitimate rejoining. Either way, seeing them once again certainly alleviated her spirits. Nostalgia coiled around her chest, tightening it, and allowing her body to brim with a raw ache drawn from memories of the past. The overall emotion was bittersweet, in no other method of explaining the element.


    "Andy!" The femme would resound with a secondary chirp, a thrilled smile eventually traversing her maw, as she aimed to lunge forwards and offer them a bliss embrace. "It's great to see you again! Ah, Tama's so relieved that you're alright!" She really was: many tended to disappear, after all. Marg, and Suite; the both of them were gone, having resigned. Tama hadn't seen them since then.. An ample amount of time had passed, since they had last been around, and the servaline certainly missed them; as did many more.


    TAGS 21/08/2016

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    //Welcome back! :D
    Andy, yeeees!


    IC: Storm heard Tama's voice and couldn't help but jump up from his spot, unwilling to believe what she was talking just yet. Andy? As in, the rocker? God, that was quite a while ago... Wasn't he dead? He would soon recognise the male though, and the corners of his lips would unwillingly go up. "A-Andy! W-Welcome back!" the wolf barked with a wagging tail, staying at a respectable distance as he wasn't one for hugs and kisses. Besides, him and Andy had never been that close.

    [size=8]"Welcome back, Andy!" Mack said with a flap of his wings, stretching them out. He missed the guy. He'd always wondered where he had gone. Maybe he had a vacation? Or maybe he was captured? Hopefully not, but he was glad the male was back.



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    [size=8]GENERAL INFO
    — mack
    — nine moons
    — male; he/him
    — adopted by margaery
    — head paladin [hp]
    APPEARANCE
    — macawnine [wolfdog with blue-yellow macaw pelt + wings]
    — body ref
    — body ref
    BATTLE TAGS
    — medium/tricky
    — no powers + can fly + sharp talons
    — no maim + no kill + can mildly injure
    — ask to capture + attack in #ffcc00



    //aaaaaa so many people i recognize <33


    As he sat there in silence, the first doubts of a joyful return began to slither into the recesses of his mind. Was anyone here anymore, he wondered. Perhaps they fled to another home, like before they got to the floating isles. It was a possibility, but yet he couldn't believe it. They had to be here, he could feel it in his stomach. He hadn't returned here for nothing, they'd notice him soon. He knew people here would have noticed his absence, would be hoping for his return. The ache that had made its home in his chest had alleviated slightly upon his arrival on familiar turf, but there was still something missing.


    Fortunately, some recognisable person some approached. It was no other than Tama Xerses. His anxious form relaxed slightly, shoulders loosening. The servaline sure was a sight for sore eyes. "Well, if it ain't miss Tama." Andysixx greeted, feeling the female pull him into a warm embrace. His vocals would definitely seem deeper than most would remember and just as rough and raspy. Three cheers for puberty, eh? He would a roguish grin to Tama after she irrefutably released him after some time.


    Two familiar voices caught his attention and he turned his head to see them accompanied by two people whose identities he could easily recollect. "Storm, man, I haven't seen you in ages," the warrior replied, offering a nod to the canid he had grown up with. He could easily see him now in his minds eye, the wolf pup that had a good heart and drive to make the most of life. "Hey, Mack. Been awhile." he responded to the macawnine. "It's good to be back."


    Something suddenly occurring to him, he turned his head to fix Tama with his stormy blue stare. "Where's Suiteheart and Margaery? Is Saltpaw still around?" he questioned in a low voice.



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    "S-Suite and M-Marg r-resigned t-to concentrate on t-their family. T-They haven't b-been seen ever s-since... A-As for Saltcircles, he s-should b-be here soon. Salt and I are the v-vice-leaders now too" Storm barked with a faint smile, still wagging his tail. He wasn't trying to brag, really, and he hoped the male knew that as well. It was really nice to see Andysixx was back, and he guessed he was a warrior right now. "H-How are y-you?"

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    "AYO FUCKER DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME I'M YOUR FAMILY!!" shouted the tom as he approached, aiming to nudge andysixx with his head. "missed you, dude! we have a lot to talk about!" he chuckled, raising his ivory paw up for a fist bump.



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    /i spent 45 minutes typing this up and then i accidentally deleted it rip me
    so have this crappy 15-minute version instead


    What was the meaning of life, really? Was it to live life to its fullest? Be happy? There were so many questions Sal had asked that had been left unanswered. He used to be so curious when he was younger- he was still searching for a meaning, a thing to drive him. He didn't know it at the time, but that driving force was closer than he had imagined. It was called 'love'- an emotion that he didn't understand. They always say to not take things for granted, but he had never listened. It was only when Andy had disappeared from his life that he understood.


    He understood not the emotion called 'love', but what it felt like to be empty. Perhaps that was the meaning of life. Perhaps life had no meaning, and it was a thing that was both existent and nonexistent, and it was just a never-ending void of darkness with an end that would never be seen. That was what life truly was- everyone, including himself, were just empty shells and bodies programmed to say certain things. They were all mindless robots, controlled by this endless, metaphorical void of life. So only when life disappears from them, they could go to paradise and be free to think and feel and be happy.


    Even those abstract explanations of life couldn't explain the strange, tingly feeling he had now. He wasn't ever very good with emotions, but all of a sudden, once his green gaze fell upon his old friend, a shitstorm of feels erupted inside him. It was really so rare for a mindless robot to truly have emotions, wasn't it? That bandanna, makeup, piercings, and gloves- they were all in that unmistakable black color. His friend really was here again, and something just 'clicked' inside him. It was a memory.


    "Andypaw," He greeted quietly, unable to have his eyes meet Andy's. Though his body was changed, his eyes stayed the same, and all he had to do was hope that the younger male would remember. "It's me, Whitepaw. Don't you remember? 'Cause I sure do. I think we've both changed a lot, Andypaw." Sal paused- what was he saying? He wasn't Whitepaw anymore. That was in the past, and he didn't even remember most of it. He didn't know if he felt angry, happy, sad, or somewhere in between. He just wanted things to be like they were before. Was that too much to ask for? "But you left us, Andypaw, and you didn't say anything about it. You just left us all one day, and you had meant so, so much to me... Andy, I feel so betrayed. Don't you remember how you abandoned all of us?"
    [hr]
    [spoiler=info | updated 11/10/16]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Saltcircles Xerses | Sal/Salt | Genderfluid | He/him and they/them
    ▪ Homoromantic | Homosexual
    ▪ Ageless | July 23rd, 2015 | Ages real-time
    ▪ Deputy of Blizzardclan | Salty af death god


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Probably gay for Andysixx
    ▪ ½ Saltsixx
    ▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | Apprentice open
    ▪ Is afraid of making friends just to have them leave again


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ▪ Does satanic rituals + other weird cult shit
    ▪ Had most of his memories taken away by his demon in a deal
    ▪ Is addicted to salt and doesn't remember why


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ KITSUNE [main] | health: 100%
    — A large black kitsune with five tails. It has no defined sex due to being the creation of a demon. The fur on its forelegs are minty-ish green, as well as the fur on its tail tips and part of its neck. It has dull eyes the same greenish color. When Sal's demon is active within the body, all green parts of its body glow red. This body doesn't really suit Sal very well. It's also missing a left foreleg.
    — [i]major injuries: Had his left foreleg sliced off in a ritual (all posts currently retro)
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — protective, religious, confused, helpful, quiet, apathetic, snarky, violent, cunning, morbid, unstable, possessive
    — literally the king of snark, likes flowers and pretty things, thinks that death will be like going to 'paradise', only slightly suicidal, is surprisingly good at art, engages in religious activities with questionable intentions, hates anything sweet, is low-key fucked up, just wants to protect everyone


    POWERS:
    ★ elementals | discovered — mastered
    ★ molecule manipulation | discovered — mastered
    ★ telekinesis | discovered — mastered
    ★ super-speed | discovered — mastered
    ★ teleportation | discovered — mastered
    ★ super-senses | discovered — mastered
    ★ the sight | discovered — unmastered


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ hard physically + mentally | extreme when his demon is active
    ▪ attacks impulsively- goes all-out | horrible with actual, physical, using-his-body attacks | a 'mage'
    ▪ attack in #7A7 or GREY
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions



    //time to make Andy feel terrible c;


    Upon hearing of the resignation and, ultimately, the disappearance of his maternal friends, Andysixx swallowed back the mixed emotions that seemed to wash over his tongue, trying to get rid of the bitter taste that accompanied those feelings. He should have been here, he could have said goodbye. "Could have, should have, wasn't." a feminine voice murmured softly in his ear, or maybe it was his own thoughts chastising him. This was made bittersweet by the following promotion announcements and the reassurance that at least his closest friend was still around. "Congratulations on the promo, man," he muttered.


    Soon, however, a new voice greeted him. He turned his head, attentive to their every word. This new person spoke his old name with a despondent emotion - sadness? nostalgia? guilt? bitterness? He couldn't place it. An eerie sense of familiarity settled over him. He knew them, although he didn't recognise them until they mentioned a name he had not heard in forever, a name that brought forth a flood of guilt and depression and pain and something that felt like need. Whitepaw? Andy's thoughts were incredulous, and he instinctively stepped forward as if to move closer to his best friend. He stopped himself, letting the rest of the words finally sink it.


    "I think we've both changed a lot, Andypaw."


    Yes, they had. They had both matured, physically at least. No guarantee that age had erased the childish nature Andysixx had accumulated at a child. Whitepaw - Saltcircles, he meant - had drastically shifted, but Andy automatically felt the all-too familiar urge to comfort him, to make him laugh and smile and he longed for the same warmth and safety that their relationship had brought upon him all the times before.


    "But you left us, Andypaw, and you didn't say anything about it. You just left us all one day, and you had meant so, so much to me... Andy, I feel so betrayed. Don't you remember how you abandoned all of us?"


    Not even a bullet to the brain would hurt as much as the guilt stabbing through his ribcage into his heart. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he didn't think he'd have this much impact. Andysixx especially had never wanted to wound his Whitepaw like this. He felt like he was going to throw up. "I'm so sorry..." he choked out, unable to think of anything more meaningful to say, not being able to think of something to say that would make it all better. He stared at Saltcircles with sad, guilt-filled stormy blue eyes, unable to tear his gaze away.



    Tags (updated November 10th)

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    Robots didn't have emotions, so they couldn't cry. Robots had nothing, and they were just the puppets of life. They just allowed life to go on as it was, not bothering to think and act by themselves. He regarded Andysixx coldly with dull green eyes- the eyes of an empty robot. "I... I used to think of you as one of my best friends... maybe even more than that," The older male confessed, internally struggling to keep his emotions in check. All he wanted to do was tell Andy that it was okay, that he forgave him for leaving, and that he'd always love him no matter what. But no matter how hard he tried, those words wouldn't come out, and instead, he scoffed at Andysixx. "Now, your pathetic apologies mean nothing to me. Didn't you care what would happen once you left? If you were here, maybe I wouldn't have had to... do what I did." Sal looked downwards, almost regretful of what he had done with his life after Andy had left. And maybe, if his friend had stayed, the two of them could have lived a happy life together. His life would have been so much better if all those friends he used to have were still here.
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    [spoiler=info | updated 11/10/16]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Saltcircles Xerses | Sal/Salt | Genderfluid | He/him and they/them
    ▪ Homoromantic | Homosexual
    ▪ Ageless | July 23rd, 2015 | Ages real-time
    ▪ Vice-leader of Blizzardclan | Salty af death god


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Probably gay for Andysixx
    ▪ ½ Saltsixx
    ▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1 | Apprentice open
    ▪ Is afraid of making friends just to have them leave again


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ▪ Does satanic rituals + other weird cult shit
    ▪ Had most of his memories taken away by his demon in a deal
    ▪ Is addicted to salt and doesn't remember why


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ KITSUNE [main] | health: 100%
    — A large black kitsune with five tails. It has no defined sex due to being the creation of a demon. The fur on its forelegs are minty-ish green, as well as the fur on its tail tips and part of its neck. It has dull eyes the same greenish color. When Sal's demon is active within the body, all green parts of its body glow red. This body doesn't really suit Sal very well. It's also missing a left foreleg.
    — [i]major injuries: Had his left foreleg sliced off in a ritual (all posts currently retro)
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    PERSONALITY:
    — protective, religious, confused, helpful, quiet, apathetic, snarky, violent, cunning, morbid, unstable, possessive
    — literally the king of snark, likes flowers and pretty things, thinks that death will be like going to 'paradise', only slightly suicidal, is surprisingly good at art, engages in religious activities with questionable intentions, hates anything sweet, is low-key fucked up, just wants to protect everyone


    POWERS:
    ★ elementals | discovered — mastered
    ★ molecule manipulation | discovered — mastered
    ★ telekinesis | discovered — mastered
    ★ super-speed | discovered — mastered
    ★ teleportation | discovered — mastered
    ★ super-senses | discovered — mastered
    ★ the sight | discovered — unmastered


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ hard physically + mentally | extreme when his demon is active
    ▪ attacks impulsively- goes all-out | horrible with actual, physical, using-his-body attacks | a 'mage'
    ▪ attack in #7A7 or GREY
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions



    Each cold word from Saltcircles felt like a slash with a razor. It stung and bit painfully into his flesh. It was a wonder that there wasn't blood spurting from his skin yet. Each word, spat out like disgusting venom, hurt. It all hurt a lot. Andy wanted to say so much more, to drag Salt into a tight, warm embrace and tell him that he promised that everything was going to be okay and that he'd never leave again. Andysixx was struggling to find meaningful words that conveyed how exactly he felt.


    And then he could. "Saltcircles, I'm so sorry. You're right, I didn't think it through when I decided to leave. And I know this doesn't fix anything, but I missed you. Hell, I missed you a lot. I don't know why I didn't come back sooner. Maybe I could've told you how important to me you really were, how important you still are." he muttered softly, feeling an ache in his chest. He refused to let himself cry, but he sure as hell wanted to.



    Tags (updated November 12th)