THAT GIRL'S A PROBLEM | open, joining

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]The memories of his separation from her are distant, and even during the moments he awoke in the mortal world, he could recall naught. Faustus hadn't wandered long, of course, as he'd entered ShadowClan and joined with the misery of the rest of his life ahead of him. That was, of course, before he'd discovered Lithi and Kalei and Reiki and the rest of his family that he had to cherish moments with. Except not a lot of cherishing had gone on as of late. He'd been holding out that there'd be some soon.

The behemoth walks the territory as he often does, each movement of his leg resembling a snake as it curled into itself, then sprung forth to insert it's poison and wrath into cursed veins. His unsheathed claws drag, leaving tears in the soil, but Faustus had forgotten to care after awhile. His mismatched gaze searches constantly, for things he knew he would not ever find, not again. He's tired, and his exhaustion is evident, but still the Shadehunter keeps moving. Behind him, silver vine adorned tail writhes and lashed like a caged serpent awaiting a victim to strike poison into.

When Faustus sees Aima, he looks away, because he's sure he's seeing things again. For about a week after his return, without his beloved, he had seen her in odd places. Clinging to tree trunks, climbing from holes in big rotted trees, standing atop the camp tree branches and hanging over him while he slept. Essentially, she had never spoken, not to him or anyone, so when she did he knew this was different. Very much different.
Faus doesn't know what to do. He'd never been good at affection, and probably never would, but... apart of him still thinks this is a vision. Some cruel trick his eyes are so hatefully playing upon him. As he nears, each breath dispersing the smoke that made it's home in his maw into the chilled air, Faustus halts a good amount of length away to examine the beastess. She looks so real, with her golden ringed adornments and curled horns. Just the way he saw her last, except.. she was here.

"He's here," he grunts, albeit he didn't doubt Aima needed a confirmation from his own maw. Though he resided in a new body, she'd recognize him. He knew she would. Other than that, Faus remained silent, gaze hooded but openly calculating. He had yet to decide if that was really her, or if it was yet another terrible waking dream.

[hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=146px][justify][font=trebuchet ms]
[size=20pt]K-[/size]
//omg track

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]Faustus did not want to move. If he did, he feared she would dissipate into the vapor she always was in his visions. He stared, the intensity of his gaze coming off in waves. Perhaps he thought that if he stared hard enough, he'd be able to see the realness of her. He couldn't. It was a faux idea, anyway.

The brute stands as still as he can, watching her just as she watched him. The step she took confused him. Fake Aima never moved, and never spoke either, but still the masculine was holding out against the hope that threatened to consume him. He knew as soon as he began hoping it was truly her, it'd all crash and burn atop his head when the truth was revealed.

And then it was.

He curled his head to the side, pressing his cheek against her as she burrowed into the hollow of his broad shoulder and neck. A rumble similar to hers erupts in his chest with force, clearly something he was holding back until that moment. Just as he recognized hers, she'd recognize his as perhaps the roughest purr in existence. A sound of contentment that he finally allowed himself to believe it was her, and when he did he wanted to cry. Not out of sadness, or anger, or anything but that she was finally here. God, he had so many questions for her.

"Aima," he breathes into her fur, which is all he responds with, but it doesn't have much to live up to. Each inhale and exhale is audible, mismatched eyes disappearing behind translucent lids. The Shadehunter aims to wrap a forepaw around the Harbringer, as if to support her slightly. She sounded absolutely exhausted, and though he didn't know exactly why, he could take a guess.

[hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]"Yes." It was slow, the return of his memories, but as soon as it started it was a cascading waterfall. The two of them had left together, with the world for their taking, eternity in front of them. It was almost childish, the way they'd run away together. He could remember it all now, down to every last inhale and exhale the two of them had taken. He shivers, suddenly, but not out of cold. Pulling away slowly, as if he did not want to leave the embrace, but when he was able to look upon her face, fictional brows furrowed.

"Are you alright? What the hell did that thing do to you?"

[hr]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]
_{Kate had arrived just in time to hear all of their... awkwardly short conversation so far. Most of it had consisted of three word sentences that where so vague, it left things fair to the imagination. Of course, it wasint until Aima said something about him "dating a badass" that she got the impression these two must be a thing. Or something like that. "Oh... uh...." she spoke up, feeling embarrassed. Maybe she shouldint be here listening in like this. "Welcome to the clan"
[hr]}

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman] Finch Harbringer
Finch slid forwards, a corny smiile gracing her lips. "Aww, that's cute." she meowed, a smile gracing her black lips. She hip-bumped kate, wiggling excitedly. She loved romance. Especially reunions like this - it made her heart swell. Maybe one day she's have someone who cared about her like that.

//EE hi

[spoiler=tags jan. 1][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width:400px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:20px;][font=times new roman][size=8]
basics
[color=white]finch harbringer | daughter of valentine | duskreacher (shp) of shadowclan | ages at roleplayer's discretion | 9 months old

[color=#94B7BF]appearance
[color=white]finch is a white domestic feline with oddly short legs, and oddly large ears. she has soft blue eyes.

[color=#94B7BF]relationships
[color=white]single | heterosexual | she/her | 1/2 of n/a

[color=#94B7BF]personality
[color=white]finch is fairly easy to get along with. she is laid back and socially awkward in some situations. she is friendly to clanmates, but ruthless to enemies. since she is smaller than most, she prefers using her intelligence to assist in battles - this includes strategy and battle planning.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 375px; height: auto; margin-bottom: -32px;][size=16pt]★ PAINTEDWINGS L. ★[/size][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 375px; height: auto; border-top: 26px solid #3D4E86; border-right: 2px solid #3D4E86; border-left: 2px solid #3D4E86;][size=4pt]don't post here[/size]
[justify]Another Harbinger, the grey and white feline was actually a bit curious at the sight, so many of a family name came, and here she was, Paintedwings Lystander, all alone in the world. No one to share her sirname with, though it was an adopted one. Her real parents the feline would never know, but she did know that her adopted father was her dad, despite the fact he had died when she was very young. The grey and white Nightwatcher furrowed her brows slightly, and studied the scene. Ah, a reunion. It was nice... happy. She wished she had happiness like that.

Truth be told she was a bit glum, having lost her tail, her father, her life... sure she still had her position as a Nightwatcher, but she felt completely useless. Her former cheerful, trusting, and kind demeanor had been smashed, shattered into small shards due to Duncan, the dastardly RiverClanner who had torn apart her life. The grey and white feline sighed momentarily. "Hello there, welcome." She murmured graciously.

[align=center]

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]
And along came Lithiumkisses, a relieved smile on her maw. Not only was Aima her brother's girlfriend, she was also her former mentor. Now that she was a warrior, however, she no longer needed training. Still, the duskreacher felt pride and happiness flood her as she approached, lips tugging into a bright smile. "Welcome home, Aima. I'm glad you're well." The canine greeted, attempting to gently nuzzle her cheek. They were family, and Lithi loved her family no matter what.
[hr]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=146px][justify][font=trebuchet ms]
[size=20pt]K-[/size]
she remembered her. aima was a mother to her. she was her idol. and faustus' only love ever. this was such a happy reunion, although just as awkward to the public as her and lithiumkisses was. walking up to her fiancé, she smiled at the four eyed beast. "welcome home, aima."