CAN DEATH BREED DEATH? | O, WITHDRAWAL

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    [fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]you haven't left your hut all day. you hadnt left your hut very much of yesterday either, though. you've noticed your reclusiveness, but you cant help it. your anxiety has been acting up, and its been getting harder and harder for you to leave your house. paranoia pulsates throughout your being, heavy on your body. you roll over on your bed, chancing a glance at the pill bottle resting soundly on your sloppily crafted bedtop. your expression turns bitter as you watch it.


    you feel like you're medication isnt doing you any favors, and its ridiculous because this is what xanax is supposed to prevent, isnt it? all of this anxiety and stress? instead, all its done is make you tired rather than relaxed, and your troubled thoughts intertwine with the exhaustion, and that just makes you a mopey mess. no, your prescription isnt helping, its not helping at all. your dose probably needs to be upped, and you might need something stronger than what you are already taking. problem is, you don't like that idea because if the xanax is increased, you're scared it'll numb you out, and you prefer not to walk around like some mindless zombie all day.


    you extend a forepaw, reach out and grasp the bottle in your metaphorical fingers, and pull it close to your chest. although, the problem might be the fact that you haven't been meeting the prescription's requirements and following the instructions. you pop the lid open, and peer in. ever since bill you'll admit that you've been less than smart when it came to your pills. you lessened your dose all on your own, but it was an unintentional act; he had shook you enough that you couldn't bring yourself to take anything that would null your senses, and the xanax is no exception. it didnt help when darkstalker came knocking on your door, either. actually, it only made things worse, your stress increased tenfold. you've barely touched them since he visited you, and its so.. frustrating, to have this anxiety that keeps you from treating yourself, because you feel like you aren't safe when you're on it, and its not fair. xanax is supposed to help you, but lately it hasnt done anything for you. your eyebrows slant downward as a sudden exasperated anger filters up your bones, and you throw down the bottle in a brief spurt of a tantrum. the pills spill, exploding from their casing and scattering across the floor. you poutily huff to yourself as you observe the scene, a grumpy sigh that splits the air, and shove your nose into your pillow.
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    ❝ luna noctcaligo — warlord ❞


    The woman was trotting along one of the many tree-bridges, the evening sun setting behind her and casting a warm embery glow on the jungle. Luna rather liked sunsets, but far preferred sunrises, but she was not one to take the beauty of nature for granted. So the tiger would shift her weight and turn around, a hut on her right side as she stared into the inferno of a sky. Quite heartbeats passed and small smile slipped onto her face, she was almost content...


    Crash!


    Luna jolted up, her fur on end as she allowed her gaze to scan her surroundings. Her heartbeat leaped into her throat, pounding like a drum on her skull. Her golden eyes flickered from the tree branches above her to the hut on her right, gaining a sense of dread as she realized the scent of alcohol and flowers lingered in the air. Finch. Luna really had no emotional standing on the girl, in all honesty she could care less about the child's wellbeing but she was a clanmate, and clanmates were supposed to look after each other.


    A sigh parting through her lips and slight concern beating her chest, the massive tiger would approach the door and warily knock once, letting the thud of her claw on wood sound out loud and clear. "Finch, is everything alright in there?" Luna would inquire as she sat outside the hut.

    [fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]alcohol? do you smell like alcohol? you only ever drunk it that one time.. or, at least, you think you did. perhaps you had slipped up once again and if so, oops. the sound of flesh beating on your door makes you stir, turning over onto your side to stare at it as a voice announces their presence. "frisk, is everything alright in there?" luna. of course its luna. you don't like her much either, but you try to get past your first impression on her.. and, the countless impressions after.


    you twitch an ear, pondering on answering her or not. really, you just want to be alone at the moment, but if you stay quiet it would be rude, and don't you have enough beef with the girl already? why would you encourage that negativity? a soft sigh breezes past your lips as you tilt over the bedside, hopping off of your bed and carefully picking your way over to the door.


    you grab the knob and pull it back, squinting as the sun takes aim and stabs at your eyes. you look up at luna, her gargantuan figure threatening to eclipse your smaller bod in shadow. you glance behind yourself, briefly looking at the mess you've made, before turning back to her. this must be one hell of a sight; you, fur tousled and kinky from restless sleep, a pool of pills scattered behind you, and your blanket and pillows ruffled. any other day, you might have felt self-conscious. but today, you don't really care, "luna?" you inquire, stating her name in a flat voice, "uh, yeah. its fine." well, not really, but luna can probably see that for herself.
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    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch approached, having heard all the commotion, and looked from Frisk to Luna. She blinked her crystal eyes quickly, before looking around. She hadn't been in Frisk's den before. "You sure, Frisk?"


    rushed


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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Gravedigger(deputy)
    -10 months
    -Titles: patriot, sociable, shadowstalker
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color. She has the tail of a white bunny, it's fluffy and large.
    -Battle body : A large, white male horse. It is well muscled and towering. Finch uses this body in battle. click for reference
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.

    [fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]and now finch has joined you two, officially making this a group of three. you frown at her, taken aback by all the concern everyone is showing. they all act as if you're trying to hide a body or something, when in reality you just threw a little fit. paranoia clutches at your heart, "im sure. i just made a mess, is all." you assure, raising a paw to your face and absently rubbing at an eye.
    / mobill rip,
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