straight from the land of hills and rainy days ;; joining!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]the territory still takes some getting used to, in frisk's opinion. when they ever think of windclan, things like neon signs and weathered cement, the bustle of cars and crowds come to mind. and when they think of shadowclan, they think of home, with it's rainforest-esque habitat and it's thick, humid fogs that kept away even a sliver of winter's kisses. here, their feet push through snow, a subtle crunch resonating with each step. they mess with the flowers and shrubs around their neck more, too, feeling a little piece of them die every time a petal comes off or a leaf sheds another shade of color. frisk approaches oklahoma, round eyes assessing her quickly before they hum a friendly greeting, "ah, hello! Ireland.. isn't that a country?" they look briefly to Jekyll to see if he knows the answer, but their gaze quickly flits back to the newcomer
/Mobile, ninja'd
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RECENT EVENTS.
♥ promoted to guardian.
^{• ( 11/6 )}
— "sometimes the past can"

GENERAL.
♥ frisk | frisky, kid, kiddo | nonbinary [they/them]
physically a child | 12/5/15 | sagittarius
asexual, demiromantic | flirts | kinkshamer | not looking
npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions | raised in foster care
^{• considers artpop and sans their parents}
former shadowclan vanguard (HP) | former phantomclan poltergeist (HP)
former remnant/white fang initiate (sHP) | windclan guardian (sHP)
— "make the ground beneath you feel like quicksand"

FACTS.
♥ knows sign language | medicated schizophrenic | formerly human
low-key addicted to cigarette smoke | doesn't remember the underground
soft, quiet voice | hums elvis jingles to self | wide-eyed idealist | aquaphobic
can talk, just prefers not to | tries to see the good in everything | can't read or write
struggles to stay optimistic | might flinch if a hand is raised at them
severe case of arachnophobia | triggered by mental attacks | clumsy af
collects shells, leaves and rocks | bad at dancing | uses clean/cute pick up lines
— "you don't have to worry"

PHYSICAL.
♥ PERYTON [current/main] | health: 78%
an elegant, lithe fawn with a neutral face, yet the start of antlers are beginning to branch from their skull. brown coat and wings with white speckles and markings. dark eyes varying from brown to black. bits of shrubbery cling to pelt and are the equivalent of scabs, wounds from the last body that have transferred over to this one. natural floral aroma, reeks of buttercups.
- major injuries: scar from former body, covered by shrubbery and flowerbuds - starts at neck and trails down to collarbone.
- minor injuries: none.
— "reach for my hand"

PERSONALITY.
♥ ISFP personality | the heart
determined, quiet, gentle, patient, traumatized, aesthetic, slightly anxious, a tad naïve
— idealistic, helpful, loyal, modest, adaptable, conflicted, spontaneous, curious, absent minded
— sassy, polite, impressionable, kinkshamer, slightly moody, honest, sensitive
^{• prone to bottling up emotions | stutters around strangers}
— "yeah, i know you're gonna be okay"

INTERACTION.
♥ attack in #F7E0B1[b]
no mentor | formerly trained by sans
physically medium | mentally medium
knows self defense | never aims to kill
will show mercy | might run if challenged
no capture/torture/maim/kill
violent and nonviolent actions allowed
— "you're gonna be okay"

[b]POWERS.
♥ flowerprints [ buttercups ] ★★★★★
the sight [ 'undiscovered' ] ☆☆☆☆☆
shapeshifting [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
time travel ★★☆☆☆
soul bond [ open ] ☆☆☆☆☆
^{• the sight subconsciously blocks bad interactions/memories}
— "and even though you're scared"

LINKS.
♥ thread hub (x)
heart chart (x)
biography (x)
diary (x)
^{• note that all links are wip}
— "you're stronger than you know"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Holydove had silently made her way over, listening in fascination. Even when she had been a human, she'd only been from plain old America. She had no idea Jekyll was from England, and she'd only ever heard of Ireland. She wanted to visit both countries back when she was a human. She wanted to visit many different countries and learn all about their history and architecture. Of course, none of it ended up happening given her tragic early end in her teenage years while she was still studying in school and had no money to travel before her death. But it had been quite the shock adjusting from a human life to one where she was a rabbit and still had absolutely no idea what country they lived in. It was a huge adjustment to be made on it's own. She could understand the newcomer's ache for home. "It's nice to meet you, Oklahoma. If you want help finding your family, we are more then willing to help you search." The rabbit assured, pausing before adding. "And you're very much welcome to stay here in Windclan as long as you need or wish in the meantime."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Holydove was taken a-back when Oklahoma instinctively took a step back at the sight of her, trying to hide the slight temptation of an amused smile on her lips. It was not at all to make fun of the feline, rather she was not at all used to that sort of reaction from anyone, being a rabbit. It was only once in a blue moon she ever met someone smaller then herself. "Of course, Oklahoma. You're more then welcome to stay." her expression softened, her smile becoming warm and welcoming. "I can take you over to wash off, and then I can help you pick out a cabin to sleep in if you'd like." Holydove offers. "I really love your hat, by the way!"

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The other's method of speaking was.. peculiar. It had taken Cherviltea quite a few moments to process and debate the meaning to each singular word. Eventually, however, he drew to a halt by Holydove, and realised that he couldn't really remain silently pondering over what the other meant. That, and they had resounded with an inquiry that he could now, understand and answer, given that they had explained the meaning of the word 'gaff'. "Most of our homes are located back at camp, which is back there," The collie would pivot slightly, pointing a fore-paw back in the direction of the depths of the territory, before eventually realising that such was likely not quite the most descriptive of directions. "It's in the center of a big clump of trees, really." It seemed as if Holydove had already volunteered to show the other to camp, however. "Oh yeah, I'm Cherviltea Xerses, by the way. It's nice to meet you, Oklahoma." It was a.. peculiar name - sounding as if it pertained to some sort of city, or region. Cherviltea held a strong dislike for cities; and for industrialisation in general, though that was him and his memories, and he would abstain from mentioning it.