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    /this is really choppy bc my brain is all over the place waugh


    While Mid's absence around the clan, she'd been keeping to herself indoors, doing lots of thinking, preparing, and backtracking. Planning, studying, regretting. Agonizing, head-holding, fetal-position curling- you get it.
    She had the tendency to think too much, and she knew this very well. She didn't lie, or not really, anyways. It was already rumored that kitsunes told half-lies, though Mids only went as far as to tell 'half-truths,' since again, she was no liar. She didn't lie to anyone, not even herself, if she could help it, though she did lie about herself, on occasion. The only time she'd ever allow herself to lie was to protect other people, and such an opportunity hadn't yet presented itself to her, thankfully.
    Excuses for her absence were the only things she was trying to make up since returning to the usual flow of clan life, but luckily, no one had asked. The blackblood hoped things stayed that way, truthfully. Despite all the time she had taken for herself, she still didn't feel anymore relaxed as she did when she hid herself away. Perhaps she was homesick? Nah, she couldn't be- she would never want to go back there again. This was her home, and it always would be.
    Thinking. She did too much of it. It was what led her to sit on her porch, nodding off into a deep sleep she hadn't intended to fall into. She hated naps, but much to her displeasure, she had just drifted into one. Luckily, she was more or less warm, having covered herself with a blanket she'd "borrowed" from Nighttales and a Santa hat she'd "borrowed" from Gideon. How were they doing, anyways? She supposed she'd worry about it in her dreams.
    Though she was fast asleep, her mind still ran, and soon, her mouth would as well. Eyes still firmly shut, she uttered to whoever was passing by, "I have to go back," with a sort of determination in her unconsciousness.


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    //not my santa hat ;=;
    also im probably going to make their thread tomorrow since after this im going to bed!




    Gideon happened to be passing by on his way back from Colouredclan's border when he heard the voice of his friend, the femme who hadn't shown herself around much anymore. He couldn't blame her, really, since he wanted to hide himself away sometimes too. That, and he knew she was probably busy. As far as her mumbling went, he hadn't realized she was asleep, so his natural response was, "What're you talking about, Mids?" until, of course, he actually came close enough. He stepped onto the porch, eyeing his santa hat with a frown. Eh, she could have it. He wasn't feeling very jolly right now, anyway.




    With a light chuckle, the peafowl would extend a wing to lightly swipe at the femme's nose to tickle it with his feathers. No way was he letting her sleep. Well, maybe he could, just to see if she said anything else. He retracted his wing and instead smiled curiously at her. Was it creepy to watch her sleep? Yes.
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    Spectre happened to be passing by. She hadn't noticed Mid, asleep on her porch, until the kitsune had spoken; admittedly, she hadn't listened very well, but she had sort of grasped what she said. "Go back where?" Spec asked, pivoting to the left, only to see Midnightpaw... asleep. But that wasn't right — Mid had definitely said that. Why was she sleeping out here, anyway? Maybe she had some blankets, but still wasn't very safe.


    "Hey, Mid, are you alright?" the kitsune asked, hesitantly reaching a paw forward, as if to nudge her, before retracting it. She'd probably end up leaving her alone; Mid needed some rest.


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    Tags 12/10/16

    [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]"Go back where, commoner?" The aristocrat inquired aloud as he padded over to Gideon's side. It wasn't as if he had planned on coming over to Midnightpaw's house, as he wouldn't have been caught dead visiting a peasant's place. He had just happened to come across her and the other Colouredclanners as he took a stroll through the neighborhood. He blinked his pale luminaries at the blankets and Santa hat while he waited for the kitsune to answer their questions. Of all the places, why was she sleeping out here? He would have rather been in his warm king-size bed than out here in the cold. What if he caught a cold? That would have been awful as it would have gotten in the way of his duties as Nighttales' successor. Though then again, what did he expect from a mere commoner? "And why are you not sleeping inside?" he yawned as he rubbed a forepaw at one of his eyes. Perhaps he should have head off to bed soon; the turkish angora was getting kind of tired.


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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 12/16][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 bodyguard | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ has a british accent
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ 'future leader' of colouredclan
    ♢ promoted to bodyguard (12/10)


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — a light purple turkish angora with a pair of violet eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well-built. matching his almond-shaped eyes, are dark purple stripes and patterns that embellish his coat and fluffy tail. and oddly enough, only one side of his face is covered by these stripes while the other is not. he is also a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of beautiful peach-hued butterfly wings that are outlined by a black-purple color.
    ♢ golden crown adorned with a single butterfly-shaped ruby
    ♢ gold necklace with a star charm attached to it (from euphemia)
    ♢ burgundy satchel holding his gold hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    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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    / 'BORROWED'


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    [font=constantina]Apex isn't one to nag on things like this, but even if he were, he actually finds this a more agreeable place to sleep. The cold isn't so bad when it means getting to stay outside instead of stuffed up inside. Still, Apex can't say that he's tired of the houses yet. It's a welcome change to have a whole house to oneself (well, that's his ideal scenario, but Jackdaw didn't leave his clingyness at the border) and there's a sense of separation that he enjoys by the walls. It's very satisfactory, which is the best compliment he'll give most things. What he's really interested in is wandering these streets for points of interest, exactly what he's doing now when he sees the little group. The griffin comes to stand near the others to get a better look at the situation, but not quite within the group himself. He can't say that he's seen many kitsune in his lifetime and his brow furrows slightly as he observes. A thief one, it seems.


    [spoiler=flying one, son of none— updated 12/16][size=8][size=8]GENERAL:
    ❂ Based on, but not beholden to: Altair of Assassin's Creed
    ❂ Apex| --- | male
    ❂ Unknown sexuality
    ❂ 3 years old
    ❂ No rank | No title


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ❂ will live places, but will claim no allegiance
    ❂ moody, but usually composed in conduct
    ❂ standoffish & prone to arrogance
    ❂ mercenary & killer (can be hired), wanderer


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ❂ given a blanket stolen from Arkham of Riverclan, currently using it


    PHYSICAL:
    ❂ griffin snow leopard [only] | health: 100%
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    Powers: invisibility, super senses, telepathy, the sight (dreamwalking), metal manipulation (throwing needles, swords)
    — major injuries: none
    — [i]minor injuries: none


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ❂ Single | ½ no one
    ❂ Generation 1
    ❂ Best friend to Jackdaw


    INTERACTION:
    ❂ does not like to be touched, may become aggressive
    ❂ fights with the intention to kill
    ❂ [i]attacks     and is attacked in indianred
    ❂ prefers stealth, will flee when odds are unfavorable
    ❂ will target and kill individuals
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    Hatari didn't speak as she joined the others. Ears twitching with wonder.


    thinking - speaking - lilac


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    She didn't turn her head to look at each person she addressed, but in an organized fashion, she would address them all in order of appearance and question. Probably half of them had asked her what was on her mind, so she'd answer a majority of them already in one fell swoop. There was a moment of suspenseful silence, and like magic (or perhaps some demonic force, though really, it wasn't anything like that), Midnight began to speak again. "I was thinkin' about going back to see my parents," she drawled through the shadowy claws of sleep. "Or at least my mom. I haven't seen 'er since my dad vizzited. I dunnno how she'z been." She wouldn't remember any of the conversations she was having, but her mind would still process them and answer dutifully. Now onto Spectre. "Mmmnot really. I will be once I check up on my mom."
    She'd broken the biggest lie she'd ever told about herself, though her brain knew enough not to elaborate on what she meant, simply brushing it off with some statement about needing to get things done.
    The answer she gave Damiano was true, though just a touch witty, unknowingly. "It just happ'ned." She would have said something wittier, but being asleep, she was more unfiltered and straightforward. That was why she simply answered, "Yes," to Nighttales in regards to his question about the blanket rather than something along the lines of 'Whoops, hehe.' To his next statement, she garbled, "I didn't mean to..." as if trying to defend or excuse herself.
    Unfortunately, she could not greet or introduce herself properly to Apex nor Hatari. They hadn't said anything, and her eyes were shut, so none of her senses indicated that another presence or two were there. The wind wasn't blowing, and her nose was practically frozen, so she couldn't exactly scent them either.
    What a vulnerable state the commoner was in.


    /SHE'S ALSO GONNA 'BORROW' YOUR HEART IF YOU DON'T WATCH YOURSELF


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    info — updated 10/30/16

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    Hatari heard the female speak and then nodded. "that sounds like a good idea. Visiting I mean."


    thinking - speaking - lilac


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