PURE TOUCH && OPEN + SUICIDE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px;]WE MET IN A FIELD OF YELLOW DAISIES[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; line-spacing: 1px;][justify]&& suicide tw


    It was all too much to take. She just wanted it to end- no more, no more, she kept telling herself. Suicide is selfish. It always lets people down, it always makes them feel guilty for something they were not responsible for. Suicide, she told herself, does not end the pain- it just passes it on to somebody else.


    But every day, every day it was getting worse and worse, this depression, this lingering sadness that struck whenever she was near places that reminded her of less than good events. This self-loathing that she eminated always culminated into someone asking her, 'are you alright'? And of course, she'd respond with the fact that she was fine, when no, the answer was the opposite- she was not fine, and she had never been fine, and she just wanted it all to end. She'd make sure it was late at night- so no-one would see her. She wrote a note beforehand- it was what many did. And that night, she's unsheathed her claws and raked them repeatedly across her skin until the flesh was ripped open, on her wrists. She felt her life-force ebbing away by the second and her shaky breaths soon became hyperventilations, before it finally stopped, and there was silence.


    That morning, one could notice that Daisysteps' door was ajar, and worryingly the grass on her porch seemed to be soaked in crimson, which almost appeared like tainted morning dew on the emerald-coloured ground. He door was ajar, and if one were to enter, they would see the advisor's crumpled, lithe form, her fur spiky from the blood that she was laying in, scars etched painfully across her wrists, arriving all too late to clot the blood and stop her from bleeding out. Not far from her corpse lay a note, soaked on the edges by dried crimson blood but still readable.


    I'm sorry.


    I've been putting this off for a long time, but I just can't take it anymore. This is selfish, this is a horrid thing to do, you have a family... those were the things I kept telling myself and those are the things you all would most likely tell my grave, depending on whether I even deserve one of those. I can't do this anymore, thugh. I can't keep pretending that I'm alright, bcause I'm not- the best way to describe my mental state would be that I'm drowning in my own depression and I just can't come up again, I'm reaching for breath and I can't find it, I'm struggling struggling struggling until the pain is too much and that is the point I just want it to end. I'm at that point, now. I'm at that point and there's no rebounding from it.


    Cherviltea, thank you for believeing in me. Thank you so, so much. When I arrived here, I believed I was nothing, that I meant nothing, and despite what I've done I still appreciated it, and I can die happy knowing that smeone thought I was capable.


    Aster, you've always been a sort of father-figure to me. I'm sorry about this, but... it seemed to be the only solution. But thank you for protecting me.


    Kate, you've always been so kind to me. After Ululare took us both, we formed a sort of bond, but I guess what happened was too much for me. Don't do this, I beg of you. No matter how much it hurts, stay strong. It's hypocritical, I know, but I just want to tell you this, so you don't come to the same grisly end as me.


    Astra, Teakit, Fare and Sugar. I'm so sorry for this. I wish I could have been a better mother, and taught you things, and shown you the world, and watched you grow up... but I couldn't. I couldn't because I did this, but hopefully having me gone... having me gone will stop you hating me.


    Greypaw... I don't know how to put this, really. I've been pondering this for a while. I... you've always been there for me, and I found myself growing rather attached to you, quickly. After a while Especially after I went blind, you always supported me, kept me near you, and you blamed yourself. Stop blaming yourself, for my sake if not yours- this was not your fault, nothing was your fault. Greypaw, I love you, I have for a while but I've always been nervous to say it, and on the off chance that you return those feelings, please... please don't waste your life dwelling on me.


    None of you waste your life thinking about me. I was just a person passing through, someone who, in the long run, won't matter. But at least, keep me in the back of your mind, as whatever you remember me as... hopefully, it's a good thing.


    -- Daisysteps


    && this is permanent! well, at least, for this incarnation of this character... wink wink nudge nudge hint hint.
    someday, dai will return in some form, but consider daisysteps as she is now to be gone. she won't return for a while, at least. thank you all for the experience, i've had a great time!!


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Astral had thought he could stomach his mother's self hatred, that it would clear up someday. Somehow he wouldn't have to pity his mother. So when the scent drifted from his mother's home, door ajar, death hanging over it. Well, he knew. That didn't stop him from peaking into his mother's house though. In fact it only lured him in more. Slowly, nervously he stepped into the empty feeling room, not sure what to do. If he was Earth then his sun was turning into a black hole and ripping him into nothing.


    Silently Astra looked at the note, but was unable to read it. Mainly because he could barely read in the first place, but also because his mother's blood. With narrowed, confused, pained eyes he followed the blood to his mother's wrist. It was just too much to take in. He could barely breath, and with his wounded throat it was impossible to talk. The kitten couldn't even scream for someone to help his mother.


    Tears began to snake down his thin pelt before dropping into the blood puddle with a faint plip-plip. Why wasn't anyone there? How could his mother die without anything changing? Why had the world just kept going? His face stretched into a silent scream as his whole body began shaking.


    // fuckin' Christ!!
    Also note the he only pronouns


    info — updated 12/3

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;line-height:1.5]#8F75C3 for speaking
    //tracking, hopefully you'll be back soon a nd we can rp together!!!
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    tags (updated 12/5)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]holy shit um track
    frisk is going to be crushed??


    but ahh , hurry back soon touko!!
    [hr][spoiler=INFORMATION | 12/7][size=8]" MAY THESE WORDS BE THE FIRST TO FIND YOUR EARS "
    ✦ frisk donatella-reaver-dreemurr | born female | nonbinary [they/them]
    ✦ single | kinkshamer | picked up flirting from artpop | not interested
    ✦ npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions
    ✦ considers artpop and sans their parents | uses the donatella surname
    ✦ physically a child | december 5 | sagittarius
    ✦ former phantomclan poltergeist (HP) | former shadowclan vanguard (HP)
    ✦ former remnant initiate (sHP) | former windclan honorguard (HP)
    ✦ windclan head medic (HP) | blizzardclan member
    ✦ seaglassclan member | skulls member
    ✦ loyal to people, not groups
    — last saving point
    windclan's border


    " THE WORLD IS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN NOW THAT YOU'RE HERE "
    ✦ DOMESTIC FELINE [current/main] | health: 100%
    — frisk's fur is fairly normal, dark brown and soft and fluffy with creamy blotches of lighter browns highlighting the tips of their forepaws and hindpaws. their pelt is feathery, silk-soft in texture. it is also short in length, but their body packs such blistering heat that they are fully capable of sustaining the bitter winds of winter. their tail is bobbed, a tufted, stubby stump in its place. speaking of short, frisk's entire build is this, from their squared stubby muzzle to their lithe, triangular ears, one can only describe them as 'small'. their most noticeable physical aspect, however, are the golden flowers that clutter together in a massive heap around frisk's neck, a jagged row trailing down from their jawline to their collarbone. if people ask how this happened, there is a very strong chance that they won't answer. though their eyes are often closed, when opened they are revealed to be round in shape, the irises a deep sooty color with thick lashes that circle the upper lids and thin around the lower lids. they wear a blueish-purplish sweater with two thick pinkish-red stripes around their waist and chest. the sleeves are notably longer than their arms, and if they don't ball them up, they are subject to falling. once in awhile, frisk is seen with a satchel around their neck, the contents being leaves and shells and rocks - in other words, things that they think are pretty or neat.
    — when forced into battle, their SOUL — a pixelated, illuminated, beating heart-like entity — is pushed out of their chest, and is the most vulnerable thing to attack. when hit too many times, it breaks and they die.
    — major injuries: none
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    " THOUGH YOUR EYES WILL NEED SOME TIME TO ADJUST "
    — introverted socialite. realist that believes everyone can change. prefers to sign rather than talk. might stutter around strangers. kind but not naïve. trusting but not foolish. determined to protect loved ones. regularly criticizes self. dislikes violence and will not partake in it, but very rarely will intervene if it's clan business. true neutral.


    " TO THE OVERWHELMING LIGHT SURROUNDING US "
    ✦ attack in #E1E1FF | physically medium | mentally super easy
    ✦ mentoring littlepaw and oklahoma
    ✦ open to mentors | formerly trained by sans and holydove
    ✦ knows self defense | will show mercy | studies medicine
    ✦ might run if challenged | [i]rarely     fights back
    ✦ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers
    flowerprints [ buttercups ] ★★★★★
    the sight ☆☆☆☆☆
    shapeshifting ★☆☆☆☆
    time travel ★★☆☆☆
    soul bond with gordon ☆☆☆☆☆
    soul bond with chara ☆☆☆☆☆
    [Sup]• the sight subconsciously blocks bad interactions/memories
    soul bond w chrono/sans has been destroyed
    shapeshifting works based on emotion
    maintaining several soul connections sometimes leads to migraines
    doesn't understand the ability to SAVE and LOAD
    RESETS do not work

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    [justify][size=8]His mind was still heavy from Goldenpaw's death. He had not been close to her, he had not necessarily been a friend of hers, but there was still a certain sorrow that plagued him knowing that he would never see her again. This was different from when his brothers died, from when his father died. They had all tormented him, neglected him. Theirs deaths had admittedly not affected him in the way the deaths of Clanmates did. He could not explain this phenomena. But WindClan truly had become his home. Perhaps moreso than IronClan had been.


    The sharp, metallic scent of blood struck him and he felt his chest swell with alarm. His stormy gaze darted around, trying to pinpoint the source of the smell. When he noticed Daisysteps' door ajar, her porch soaked in crusted crimson, his heart sank. No, it froze. He didn't recall instructing his body to move, but the next thing he knew he was racing to the doorway, pushing his way in.


    The first thing he saw was Astra, her mouth agape in a silent scream. The next thing he saw was the note - perhaps his line of vision was deliberately avoiding the sight that he knew would be there, what he would dread and what would rip him apart from the inside. He found himself beside Astra, looking down at the note and scanning the scribbled words. Every hair of his body stood on end as he read the section directed at him. Don't waste your life dwelling on me.


    Slowly, shakily, grudgingly, Greypaw turned his head toward the crumbled white form. He stared for seconds, minutes, hours, a lifetime. He didn't know. He didn't know how long he stood there staring at the bloodied heap that was passing itself off as Daisysteps. At some point, his legs moved, carrying him toward the corpse. He could feel his body, his mind shutting down because that was easier than understanding what he had just read, what he was seeing before him. His legs grew weak beneath him, suddenly unable to hold his weight.


    He crumbled to the floor beside her, his paws slipping in the not-quite-dry blood that surrounded her. His own chocolate and ivory fur became stained with Daisysteps' blood. I love you. She had loved him. She had loved him and he had been unable to save her. He had told her not to depend on anyone for her own happiness. Was that him knowing that she would do something like this? Was it his attempt to deflect the guilt away from himself? She had loved him. Greypaw's jaws parted and he let out an indecipherable scream, compensating for the sound that Astra was unable to emit. He laid there in the blood of his dearest friend, his girl, screaming.


    ( you're the devil )
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    TAGS (12/2)

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    But his pain, he knew, made him stronger. And their pain, Windclan's, would make them all stronger. The blood attracted him, certainly, made him wonder what was going on.




    Vader came inside, standing over the two, and watched the scene unfold.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=; border: 0px black; border-radius: 0px; bgcolor=transparent; width: 300px; auto;][justify][size=7pt]aww i'll miss you guys! IK I'M EVIL I'M SORRY
    smol bump but aH POOR GREYPAW AND ASTRA

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    Suicide was a very sensitive subject for Kate. Especially given it had been something she herself had done in her past as a result of bullying. Not to mention the fact she'd seen a huge amount of Windclan clanmates commit suicide, a child being included in that last of people (a memory that still haunted her to this day). Kate stood far away from the others as she stared at the corpse, tears stinging her silver colored eyes. One thought rang loud and true in her head; someone should have been looking out for Daisysteps. Would it still have been preventable? She had no idea. All she did know was that Daisysteps had been like a sister to her, and now she was gone. Gone by the same fate that had torn her own life away when she'd been human. The revelation of the feline's death was tearing her apart, but she kept telling herself she was not longer in pain, and that God was looking after her now. That one day she'd be reunited with the blind female. "I'll never forget you, Daisysteps." she whispers, too quiet for the others to hear.


    (ooc- dug kate out of her museless inactive grave so i could reply to this bc i love you and daisy)
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    info — updated 12/04

    info — updated 12/04

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;color: #969696;]He didn't know her, which made him feel nothing about her. Maybe it was the way he was raised back at his country, or it was just a natural reaction. Those you have no memories with were not allowed to be cried over, they had been taught that lesson over and over again. It was foolhardy to mourn for the loss of another, if you didn't interact with them. Perhaps you knew their name and who they were related to, but still you wouldn't mourn over them.


    For once, they didn't make a joke, seeing they would be punched in the face for it. He certainly looked the most normal, unfazed. No words would, or could be said about this. Besides he had nothing to say, or make up something. Pointless.


    it's all pointless.


    [spoiler=TAGS 12/4]

    [SIZE=9pt]「 ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ! 」[/size]


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    [justify]GENERAL;
    ★ MORGAN XERSES | "MORI" | CIS GENDER FEMALE
    ★ Homosexual Homoromantic | polygamous | single
    ★ Trenchwarefare xx npc | gen one | former human
    ★ no crush | High class Dork | single
    ★ unofficial Tactician | official Demon | aspiring tactician
    ★ “Apprentice” of Windclan | Regular ranked | 10 moons
    ★ Too happy | Aloof | MALE PRONOUNS
    ★ Cheerful | based on Morgan from Fire Emblem
    ★ voice reference | human au reference | plot thread


    PHYSCIAL;
    ★ PURPLISH GRAY CANINE W GREEN EYES [ main ] | healthy
    — An average sized Australian Shepherd. Fur is short and messy, due to their wild antics. His right eye has a brand, and front paws have other brands. He no longer wears bandages because he is sick of putting them on. Eyes are a lovely shade of forest green.
    PERSONALITY;
    ★ Energetic type
    — Morgan always tries to help others, but they have a sadistic side to helping. Sometimes they find joy in teasing others, but overall they are a huge dork. Someone who tries so hard to help and be considerate towards others, even if they aren't friends. However, when someone addresses that they are female, he will get extremely upset, even though it is the truth. Deep down Morgan knows they are female, but he wants to try to act like one. Only because they seek romantic relationships with other females. Honestly, he's worried they will be disgusted with him, if they find out they're female.


    RELATIONSHIPS;
    ★ hopelessly oblivious
    ★ ¼ of the nothing yet | definitely isn’t a dragon
    ★ crushing on none | no predetermined love interest
    ★ Lost cause in love | extremely optimistic
    ★ Sadist | Also a Masochist
    ★ Always coming up with something.
    ★ adores magic | Hard to fluster | Bio
    ★ Is Victoria Chase's Niece
    ★ Adopted by Holydove "Kate" Marsh


    INTERACTION;
    ★ Hard physically, extreme mentally
    ★ will eventually obtain a Master Seal.
    ★ can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions
    ★ ask for injury / capture - no kill
    ★ attack in bold #F90938


    POWERS;
    Shapeshifting [ mastered ] ★★★★★
    Super senses [ discovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Elemental Powers [ mastered ] [color=#F90938]☆☆☆☆☆
    soundwave manipulation [ discovered] [color=#F90938]☆    ☆☆☆☆
    Conjuration [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Spirit Communication [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Healing [ undiscovered ] ☆☆☆☆☆
    Magic [ mastered ] [color=#F90938]★★★★★
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    [align=center][SIZE=9pt][color=#F90938]「 ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ! 」    [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]The fox had come hurriedly at the sound of screams. -- Tears pricked her eyes at the scene, blood and distraught clan mates was something that had never set well with the vixen. Caroline hesitated, a paw hovering over the ground. Her jaws opened and closed in words that wanted to escape but couldn't. What was there to say? She wondered, eyes lowering.


    No amount of 'I'm so sorry' would fix this.


    [abbr=Always smells like flowers and herbs. Characters able to to see auras might be temporarily blinded due to her odd, broken radiance. When viewed, her aura is best described as the emptiness of space, or a vast tar pit in which a person can see their own reflection. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][✿][/abbr] [abbr=Glitch, woman of thorns, the end and beginning, the darkness][basic info][/abbr] [opinions] [abbr=Main: Fox -- serval, deer others unknown and undiscovered.][bodies][/abbr] [abbr=Usually sweet and friendly, overbearing at times, talks too much or too little. - all free powers, few discovered - nothing 'offensive' this character says or does reflects the thoughts of the roleplayer][notes][/abbr] [abbr=Characters able to sense auras may get overwhelmed by her presence. Symptoms include blinding migraines and numbness to the mouth and\or tongue. Most common is nosebleeds, headaches, and chest pain. (None of this is powerplayed by me, this is just here to give players more interaction with Caroline.)][sup][✿]

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    [align=center][spoiler=info - updated 11/28][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 420px;][font=trebuchet ms]BASICS:
    ✿. Caroline [nn. Caro]
    ✿. 16 Moons Physically | Older than creation mentally
    ✿. cis. ♀ | heterosexual
    — also known as; isabelle, amara


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ✿. Suffering from schizoaffective disorder.
    ✿. Powers will lash out when provoked or agitated, have a chance of hurting the person that provoked her.


    ALLEGIANCE INFO:
    ✿. WindClan Member [current]
    — formerly. RiverClan Medic, RadicalClan Medic, WindClan Apprentice


    APPEARANCE:
    ✿. Gaunt black masked fox with faded spotting and a pink tinted body. ref
    — Wears a silver link necklace with a glowing blue pendant.
    — Will offensively wield either a sharpened donkey's jaw fashioned as a blade or a steel dagger inscribed with runes.
    — Sometimes seen with a wicker basket she uses to carry herbs.


    PERSONA: [=] [=] [=] [=]
    ✿. ISFJ-T
    — blunt - boorish - sarcastic - impulsive
    — humble - affable - observant - meticulous


    NOTABLE POWERS:
    ✿. all known powers
    ✿. elemental powers [87%]
    — water [====-]
    — earth [===--]
    — fire [====-]
    — air [=====]
    — ice [===--]
    — lightning [=====]
    ✿. soundwave \ light&dark \ & molecule manip. [100%]
    — soundwave manip [=====]
    — molecule manip [=====]
    — light&dark manip [=====]
    ✿. teleportation ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. conjuration ☑ ☑ ☑
    ✿. telekinesis ☑ ☑ ☑


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ✿. taken, dating Samuel
    — former mates include; .....
    ✿. Caleb Norwood x Discord | G2
    ✿. mother to Nymph, Oriander, Lavender & Patchworkpup x
    ✿. mentor to no one


    INTERACTION:
    ✿. attack in bold grey
    — ask permission for capture, killing, and injuring
    — legendary mentally | hard physically
    — allowed to powerplay peaceful & nonviolent interactions
    — will not start fights, will finish fights
    — will respond to provocation with defense
    — call 'pinky' at your own peril

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:460px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:9.5px;font-family:verdana;]Suicide. She knew it all to well. It was not a new concept, but it made them panic. Daisy's death wasn't the issue, it was how. The feline could have been killed any other way, and she wouldn't care, but this way brought back too many feelings and memories. This was the way Kate had died, but Victoria had driven Kate to her own demise. She was the bully, who bothered Kate to no end. Only feeling loneliness and grief over her death soon afterwards. It's not my fault, it's not my fault. IT'S NOT MY FAULT.


    It's all your fault, Victoria.


    At that she ran, all of this was becoming too much. The past and the present colliding with each other in tedium.


    character info / as of dec 7th
    character info / as of dec 7th

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    Kate had been plummeted so deep in her dark, dreary thoughts that when she finally came back to reality, she'd finally realized there was others standing around as well. She turned her head momentarily and noticed Victoria. The rabbit could only imagine the thoughts running through the blonde feline's head. She stepped forward and pressed her side carefully against's the others in an affectionate, comforting and reassuring manner. She'd pulled away after since she didn't want to upset Victoria with too much physical contact, but she was trying to ground her thoughts. "It's not your fault, Victoria. It's okay."she whispers.
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    info — updated 12/04

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:460px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:9.5px;font-family:verdana;]It's easy to see how weak you've become. Although I suppose it is my fault as well.


    They would have been able to flee, if it weren't for Kate. To be honest she could have still have, but she would violently knock Kate over in the process. Besides it would open her stitches and it would hurt like hell. Everything become hard, since they lost their left eye. The only thing that remained was the red cross like tattoo's on both her eyes. The feline was still trying to adjust with half their eye sight. It came as a shock that something pressed up against her, as it was her blind spot. However, she could tell it was Kate. Is this a friend? Looks like a lot of friends await in the future, it seems. "How do you know what I was thinking?" she whispered back, with no hint of anger. Just confusion.


    character info / as of dec 7th
    character info / as of dec 7th


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    Aster sat back from the rest, tears blurring his vision as he sucking in a shaky breath. Daisysteps had meant so much to him, and he had never said anything. A wrenching churning twisted in his stomach, the male excusing himself to the porch where he tried to get some air. It didn't, he couldn't, and there was nothing that could be done about it now. His bad paw punched the railing with a grunt, ears flat as his pelt shook with grief. Right now he couldn't comfort his friends or her children, he needed the cold numbness of solitude.


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    Kate turned her gaze elsewhere watching all the others around her in a somber tone. Her shoulders, her body-- everything ached and was heavy. "Because I know you, Victoria. I know you well enough to know what you think and feel just by looking at you." the rabbit replied, her mind turning back to what the letter had said to her, a cold numb feeling washing over her all over again.
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    info — updated 12/04

    info — updated 12/04