i'm a little unsteady ]] o, return from exiles

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    She had been trapped for longer than she could remember. Every single day scraped by with misery and as every second went by, her hope slowly seeped away. She didn't believe she'd ever feel the grass beneath her paws again, she didn't believe that she'd ever see her family ever again. At least, her alive family. The only thing she believed was that she'd die in that cave and join her mother in the stars.


    But one fateful day the child had managed to escape. She didn't know how, she could barely remember that day, all she remembered was the adrenaline that raced through her and how quickly she managed to flee. Once hitting the edge of the territory, she took flight and flew off towards the horizon of the sun and from that day forth all she did was run. It was the only thing she could do.


    While being captive, the child had found the ability to shapeshift into several different bodies. She didn't use it much while being trapped but when she discovered it, she discovered a body of hers she loved. It was an alabaster white German Shepard with pale blue wings that helped her escape. See, the wings she had on her tiger body had too small wings to carry her higher than a few feet and with the new German Shepard body of hers, it was much easier to fly away from that dreaded place.


    And now Pastelcub had made it back to Colouredclan, pumping her light blue wings as hard as she could. Below one could see her flying strait towards the camp of the clan with a slight angle downwards. She shook her head as she flew, attempting to blink away the tears that clouded her vision. Whitegold would be glad...


    Pastelcub stopped flapping her wings as she neared the ground, and felt her paws scrape the concrete. She turned her head to the side and flexed her paws to skid on the ground. The fem fell face forward as she came to a stop. Pasty shook her head as she got to her paws and blinked her eyes with a sigh. The German Shepard panted as she glanced around the camp, Does anyone even recognize me? I've been gone for so long.. Pastelcub began to inwardly panic before speaking up. "I-is Greymatter here? I-I need to see her.." She asked, biting down on her lip. "I'm... I'm Pastelcub Aeternum... I was held captive at the Exiles for.. a long time..." Pastel woofed, trying desperately to hold back tears.
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]if immortalfallacy could compare pastelcub to that of an angel falling from the sky (as in a good one and not the fallen angel), he would do so. however, he knew nothing of mythology and he could not fanthom to understand how a german shepard could even have wings. the sight of pastelcub frightened and fascinated the youngster, and naturally, he was quick to approach the colouredclanner, taking notice that her movements signaled that she had been doing a lot of exercise and was speaking very quickly, too quickly for him to catch everything she was saying. the only thing he could understand was that she was clearly panicking, asking for someone, but who that someone was, greymatter, that was unknown to the tom who was still brand new to the clan. his face furrowed into a frown, and he jumped up and down, trying to catch the female's attention, and tried to open and close his mouth to signal that he would fetch frightfur. that was the only person he knew, and it seems in this situation, a call for the doctor was appropriate. nodding, the tom would turn and darted off to fetch the head doctor.

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: linear-gradient(#8f6b9b, #8f6b9b, #d4a0e5); height: 100px; width: 400px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid white; text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: white;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px; height: 18px; padding-top: 42px; padding-bottom: 42px; text-align: center; margin: auto;]DAMIANO MUZIKANT[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; border-left: 6px solid white; border-right: 6px solid white; padding: 7px; margin: auto; border-bottom: 2px solid white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; background: linear-gradient(#d4a0e5, #d4a0e5, white); min-height: 100px; color: black]The sight of the flying canine was what had drawn Damiano to the area. The narcissistic Warder had never seen anything like her; she looked like an angel sent from heaven. He stared in awe as her glossy blue feathers cascaded from her gorgeous wings. She was beautiful. The winged angora watched the 'angel' from a distance before he hesitantly ambled after Immortalfallacy. Taking a quick breath as if to reassure himself, he politely listened to her explanation.


    When the name Greymatter was mentioned, he hummed in response. Wasn't that the doctor that had recently resigned from their clan? He hadn't gotten to know her much, except for that one time he had called her a commoner for introducing him to the game called 'two truths and a lie'. Because of that one incident, he had never trusted the she cat ever since. The turkish angora was curious about why the german shepherd was looking for that one particular creature. Were they friends with each other? He doubted that the canine was Greymatter's daughter (unless she had changed her body). He cleared his throat as to signify his presence while he stood in front of the girl. "Pastelcub, was it?" Ah, it was a shame the loner wasn't joining their clan. He would have loved to have her around as company. "Greymatter isn't here at the moment, though I suppose she'll show up sometime soon." The smaller feline twirled his paw around in a circular motion before he conjured a tissue box for the canine. The poor thing looked as if she were on the verge of tears.


    "I'm Damiano Muzikant, by the way." he purred, offering her a business smile. Though, his smile instantly faltered at what she had to say next. He parted his lips in surprise. She had been held captive by the Exiles? How awful! Who would have wanted to capture an angel like her? His fuchsia oculars narrowed as he growled. "I see..." Was this german shepherd perhaps a previous member of their's? If that were the case, then how long had she been held captive for? He pushed the tissue box towards Pastelcub's paws while he waited for her response. The ivory female must have gone through a lot in her life; he couldn't imagine what it would have been like being held captive and he didn't want to think about it either.
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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 11/28][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan warder | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ has a british accent
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ loosely based off of seiya kanie, yū otosaka, & karamatsu
    ♢ promoted to warder (11/26)


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 95%
    — ivory turkish angora with a pair of intense, fuchsia eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well built. he is a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of crimson red butterfly wings.
    ♢ wears a golden crown adorned with a single red ruby
    ♢ carries a burgundy satchel holding his hand mirror
    [injuries] broken nail


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #8f6b9b or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions
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    Creatures were all sorts of strange nowadays. Heck, Rick could barely take two steps forwards without seeing a creature of some sorts that had a mutation, an extra appendage, neon colored fur, electricity sparking pelt. This was a crazy world, crazier even then the old one he used to inhabit. He was getting accustomed to those insane sights (he could even be considered one of them due to his two metal legs, glowing eyes, lack of tail and scarred so much he was pink in a lot of places). Rick sighed as he walked through the Colouredclan territory, metal paws heavy, dragging slightly. He was tired. Worn out. Excersizing his power over the last days has been tiring and he had practiced with the silver dagger gifted to him by Emilia. His ears twitched and he leapt over a fallen tree log, glancing back and marking it with a cross, thinking it'd be a good training spot for balance. Balance was much harder for Rick due to his lack of tail, a body part that tigers used primarily for balance and expression. Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow pass over top and he glanced up, guessing it was a bird flying close to the ground strangely enough, but no, it was a flying canine. Ricks blue eyes widened and he blinked, narrowed them and ran towards where the canine had landed, prepared for minor confrontation.


    But it was a pup, a winged pup. She smelt of the Exiles. He recoiled at the scent, fur spiking, glancing around as if an ambush might happen but he knew there was nothing. He turned back to Pastelcub and thoroughly examined the small alabaster german shepard. Help captive. That explained the scent. He forced his tense shoulders back but could not keep the cold wary look from his eyes or face. He could tell she was trying hard not to cry and something akin to sympathy and empathy flickered alive in his gut. His face softened. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay now. You're fine. The Exilers won't be coming in here any time soon, they're too weak for that. No one's going to hurt you, okay? If they do, you come to me and I'll sort them out, simple as that." Rick informed gently, his stub tail twitching, glowing blue eyes examining her. He tilted his head to the side, glancing back at Damiano. "I don't think Greymatter's here anymore. Get Pixel here instead to examine her. Now." From what he'd last heard anyways. Rick said this quietly incase Pastelcub was close to Greymatter and she clearly didn't know the news (if it was true).



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    Pastelcub's ears flattened as Immortalfallacy bounced up and down in the air. She didn't know what the child was trying to do or who they were, so the little dog glanced around nervously, her ears pinned back. A small whimper escaped her jaws, there was barely anyone left in the clan that she recognized! The child looked down at her paws and shuffled them around on the ground.


    The German Shepard's attention turned to Damiano and she felt even more lost than she was in the Exiles. There was no one she even recognized anymore, the place didn't feel like home anymore. Colouredclan didn't feel as much of a home as it once did. "Oh.. okay, th-thank you.." She mumbled, feeling sick to her stomach. Pastelcub looked up from her paws, one question left she had to ask. "I-I must ask... did anyone.. anyone even know th-that I was gone?" She asked, her voice crackling with desperation. "Was.. was there some kind of search party sen out?"


    As the Siberian tiger arrived, she felt somewhat comforted by his words. But all acts of comforting her just rang hollow in her head. It made her feel slightly better about coming back to her home, but the only thing she really even came back for was her family.


    When Rick broke the news to Pastelcub, she felt her heart skip. No! She felt almost like balling up on the ground and crying. Greymatter, her only mother figure after Whitegold was gone? "W-what do you mean? She.. she.. no!" Pasty felt tears slide down her face, "What about Whitekit? Kidan no kit?" She asked frantically, her voice shaky. "..Are there any Aeternums left here?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]As the alabaster German shepherd broke down into tears, Ricks face twitched and he glanced around, hoping someone with that last name would hop around so she might be more comforted. As of now, however, he didn't know of many or any at all with the last time. "I don't... think there's anyone around here with that last name, sweetheart." Rick says at last, rocking back and forth on his paws. He's not the best person to provide comfort to someone he barely knows, but hell, Pastel is just a kid. The siberian tiger extends his metal prosthetic and beckons the other into a hug, something he has never offered to a stranger kid ever before and although it's entirely new for him, he can just close his eyes and pretend it's one of his own kids; Judith or Carl. "Come on, let's get you wrapped up inside the territory for some rest, okay?" He says quietly, knowing the loss she must feel. He examines her face gently, watching the tears slide down her cheeks, feeling both bad and empathetic.



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