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    TELL ME WHAT'S MY LESSON — mignon —bloodclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The pup wasn't to sure about this whole venturing out thing. Well no, she had come out before, that itself wasn't the issue per say rather the issue was it appeared to actually be busy this time. People she would have to, likely, talk to. Her wall of comfort so far was her family - two siblings and her parents. Having so many others... only slightly worrisome. The unknown was scary and well, if it wasn't for the fact she knew she would have to come out sooner or later -likely dragged out - she would have stayed right back where she was. She had no desire to face any sort of unknown that had faces today. So, she had sullenly made her way from one pyramid to the oasis, freezing a few feet away to stare, her nose wrinkled, for a second, watching the figures move around before finding a spot near the edge in which she took a seat, the maned wolf's head hung down as she watched everyone.

    — BREAKDANCE PRAELIUM HARBRINGER —
    EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE
    14 years old - female - tags


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    Breakdance was not one to socialise nowadays - in her prime time, days of youthful living, she had been the spitting image of an extroverted character. Parties, conversations, were all that she once enjoyed, but it was this point in her extended life she no longer held any care for laughter and sounds of joyful cheers. She had returned for one thing only, and that certainly was not dancing her way through the nights with a bottle of the finest wine by her side, as she would have done a few years ago. But if she were to do what she had returned for, the former aged leader required personal allies, and that took socialising. So it was no wonder she extended her loyalty to BloodClan, rather than just ScarClan, the home in which she patriotically adored.


    On dragging pawsteps from prolonged age and painful joints, curvilinear claws unsheathed and leaving behind linear designs of where she stepped, the herculean matriarch marched her way to the seemingly lonesome child. Breakdance briefly observed the unfamiliar face with narrowed volcanic visionaries, slits of fire, the muscles outlining her chiseled cheekbones visibly strained when her powerful jaws clenched. "He does not wish to be isolated, for he fears being alone and without allies - I assume you haven't heard of the saying" she rumbled in a rough and hostile voice, one that could not be helped as if her throat was permanently hoarse and sore. With a thud, the former leader took a seat nearby Mignon, once again parting broad shoulders to speak. "You seem rather lonesome. Is something troubling you?"

    ♚ makaio

    scream 'hallelujah' if it's the thing that helps you breathe

    Piper had finally wondered into the camp today, and as they mannered from group to group they spotted a face they hadn't seen before. At least, the alien thought they hadn't seen them before. He approached their sulking frame and sat down about two feet from the front of them. He would've inquired their name. However, before he could do so, another approached and spoke to them. He shifted slightly, deciding to remain silent until they replied.

    scream 'hallelujah', i can almost taste reprieve

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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara didn't know this person, so that meant it was time to get down to business. She couldn't call herself a high position if she didn't even know her clanmates, after all. It wasn't like she enjoyed getting to know them - some were annoying, or stupid, or ugly, but that was how it was, she supposed. Trotting over after Piper, she looked over Mignon for a moment before painting a broad smile on her face. "The name's Barb, sweetheart. What's yours? I don't think we've met."


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    TELL ME WHAT'S MY LESSON — mignon —bloodclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It took less time than she had been hoping for for the first sounds of footsteps to come closer, thumping loudly, thoughnot to the degree of her own mother's. Her one saving grace, she was not yet faced with anything bigger than she already met. The voice, though, scared her more than size. Harsh tones cause the pup to shrink back, her head tucked in even tighter as she pressed it against her chest like she could hide in her own fur when she hadn't even grown a 'mane' yet. She shouldn't have come out. The first person she met already sounded mad, like she would be ready to rip Mignon's throat out without a second thought. Had she messed up already? Why was the cougar mad? Had she done something offensive?


    Wait. Words. The elder was using words. What was she saying? Was she quoting something? Why would she do that? Isolated? Fearing being alone? Friends? While she hadn't heard that quote before, that did mean she wanted to be alone. No one really wanted deep down to be alone. She, just like everyone else, wanted friends. She hadn't been too lonely either. Though maybe she was troubled, now at least, more than she had been before. Watching alone had been okay. Being approached made her skittish, caused her curl in on herself.


    "No." She would whisper. Yes, she was bothered now, but she had already done something to make the woman mad. She didn't want to do any more. She didn't seem like someone to mess with. A tiny pup knew better than to provoke the alpha. Almost like she was seeking relief from the interaction, her eyes flickered towards Piper and she offered a small, forced smile. A silent thanks for remaining silent. Not pushing her further. Breakdance's presence put her on edge already in its large, threatening manor. Piper was smaller, so far, and therefore she was less worried about him. Smaller figuratively. He didn't demand as much of her attention as Breakdance. Or the new one.


    She flinched back as soon as Barbara spoke. She knew coming out would be a bad idea. This self labeled 'Barb' was loud and spunky instantly, to much for her to handle. She thought she preferred Breakdance at this point. At least she felt the eldest would see when she could handle anymore - even if she didn't know how the cougar would respond at that point. Barbara on the other hand, in just this brief incouncer, she couldn't see Barbara ever stopping.


    "Mignon," the younger Bloodclanner offered, her voice faint and wispy like she rarely used it or that it was barely uttered. She hadn't wanted offer that much, but maybe, maybe it would satisfy the other girl.

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    The clan didn't know. Ash had to realize that, even as her glacial eyes rested upon the small frame of her daughter, Bloodclan saw her as nothing more than a reclusive puppy. Ashbringer, however, lifted a paw to gently nudge Mignon as she approached. The burns across her face had healed more, making what was once such an ugly sight merely a band of wrinkled flesh. Perhaps one day her beautiful gray fur would sweep over the area once more, but for now, Ash could only run her tongue over the bare splotches left in the fur's place. The lioness shadowed the young maned wolf, but her face held a friendly, motherly smile. "That's your great grandmother, sweetie," the priestess chuckled, having seen the way that an already fearful expression on Mignon's face had turned sour. "Go on, introduce yourself. I'm right here."


    No one ask. God, she hoped no one would ask if this was her child, who as the father. Mignon had her heart, but Ashbringer wasn't ready to admit what had happened. Thank goodness no one had noticed her changing moods to begin with.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]He was nervous and well he should be. He knew he wasn't ready to become a father, but he should have known this could happen if he. He didn't think and that was why there were kids, his kids running around now. The clan of course didn't know but they would ask questions. Anyone would think about it, Jackdaw was the only maned wolf in the clan. The kids were maned wolves and he frowned to himself as he came forward tail sweeping low to the ground. He knew he would have to take responsibility but the problem was that he just wasn't ready yet. At least not mentally. He was only a year and so and though his body lied about his age he knew how he thought. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves the male would settle down beside Ash and give Mignon a encouraging smile. "Yeah, no one is gonna harm you, kiddo. Especially not your family."

    — BREAKDANCE PRAELIUM HARBRINGER —
    EVERY SCAR WILL BUILD MY THRONE
    14 years old - female - tags


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    See now, and here Breakdance was thinking she had said something wrong. Did she expose the small child's fear? Were they upset at the mention of loneliness? Or perhaps the little stranger was simply extremely sensitive and the former leader ought to be more careful next time round when conversing. A slip of the tongue was common for Breakdance - often it happened during her thunderous outbursts, a ticking time bomb for a satanic temper, an explosive snarl followed by an endless flow of demeaning insults dripping in bitter poison flowing. A few days later the callous elder would regret it, depending on whether her storm of anger was justified or not, and who the person had fallen victim to a hellish rage, of course. Volcanic visionaries, seemingly vehement, narrowed into fiery slits when a puzzled expression fell upon Breakdance's battle-scarred facial features, her head slightly tipped at an angle. "Speak louder, child, else you'll be viewed as prey. The bottom of the food chain isn't a place for someone like you" she scoffed, tail thrashing at the bluebottle flies that hovered above their frames. She was critical of most youths, though her own children faced much worst. She expected a lot from her own spawn, and a militaristic disciplined upbringing was bound to ensure their success and survival in a dog-eat-dog world. So long as they knew the importance of the Praelium name and family.


    Offering Barbara a courteous dip of the head in greeting, her beige-hued muzzle slightly parted to allow her raspy breaths escape from a rattling chest clogged with smoke and soot alike, she wondered whether the two had met before. Breakdance certainly hadn't seen Mignon around before, but then again, Barbara had been here for far longer. The warlord's next move answered her nosy question.


    When her own granddaughter arrived, Breakdance would greet Ashbringer the same as she had done with Barbara, a subtle flash of guilt crossing her lash-framed optics. Unlike with most of her other children, Breakdance had not been present at Amour's labour, nor the birthing of more grandchildren. She didn't even recall a time when she visited her family in BloodClan, finding it quite shameful of her to do so considering that, as the Praelium matriarch, it was her duty to uphold Praelium values, one of which was to visit family ceremonies. The seven hells gave Breakdance a fresh start, though. Now they were in the same clan, and the retired warrior vowed to catch up on the ten months she was absent in Ashbringer's life. She was suddenly grabbed out of her train of thought at her granddaughter's statement, nearly choking on air when her hostile gaze snapped to the mother and daughter.

    Great-grandmother?


    "I'm finding out about this now?" Breakdance barely managed to retort without coughing her lungs up through her oesophagus. Who- when- what? This small, frightened-from-gods-know-what kid was her great-granddaughter? "Just when I started to feel young again..." That was a joke, she felt entirely the opposite, much to her disappointment. When the news was absorbed into her mind, the realisation no longer coming on as a forceful shock, a toothy and somewhat delighted grin evolved her permanent frown into a disfigured face of joy. "Mignon! What a delight it is to meet you finally. Forget what I said earlier, pipsqueak, your veins run thick with Praelium blood. We'll put you on the throne of the food chain in no time"


    And, wait, was Jackdaw the father? Did Breakdance sense something between the two or was she jumping to conclusions? Either way, this was damn juicy news. A great start to her day, if you will.

    ♚ makaio

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    TELL ME WHAT'S MY LESSON — mignon —bloodclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She flinched as Breakdance spoke again, telling her to speak up, slight annoyed now. It had taken her a fair bet of effort to speak that once. Now she wasn't her to talk louder? In front of others? She didn't want to be prey, but how could volume place her at the bottom? The only thing that made her consider speaking louder was her earlier thought the elder might already be ready to rip her throat out. What if Breakdance viewed herself higher in the food chain? What is she actually was prey? Oh goodness, the idea of the cougaress hunting her was terrifying. She could try to speak louder, but the likelihood she could when it came to needing to she actually could was small.


    A small sigh escaped her as she saw that her mother had been following her. Askbringer was a welcome sight. A spot of comfort and familiarity in all the new and scary. As her mother's paw came into contact with her side - possibly an odd site simply do to the size difference - the cub leaned her weight briefly against the familiar form before she shifted to almost hide beside her mother, and shift further away from the cougar, like she could mask her presence simply by doing so. She blinked slowly, taking a moment to adsorb the information that had been shared with her. The cougar was her... great grandmother? She was related to someone that scary? How? The genetics to be terrifying had clearly been lost by the time Mignon appeared. Her mother wasn't really that scary. No where near Breakdance's level at least. If they were related, would that mean that she wouldn't try to eat her?


    "Yes ma'am," she creaked out, her voice slightly louder than before as she kept dark eyes trained on her great grandmother, though it sounded slightly more frightened than it had before. "I'm Mi..." She started to repeat before her voice cracked and she shrunk back again. "I'm Mignon." It wasn't as loud - still louder than the first time - but she manage to get it out, which she supposed was hat the point was. With that her eyes flickered to her father. Two people she knew. They wouldn't let Breakdance eat her would they? No, surely not. Slowly, unsure she offered her father a faint smile, strained but still a smile and a quick two bob nod that was jerky rather than smooth that seemed kind of painful for her neck.


    Then her eyes flicked back towards Break with a faint shadow of a frown. The smile had transformed her face, while she as still terrifying, it was almost like a different type of terrifying. The on a mission terrifying. And with how things were playing out that could only mean one thing. Breakdance had only gained one piece of information between the start and the end. That they were related. That meant she was the project. She did not wanna be the project. No. No. Why had Ashbringer said anything? She rather the other Breakdance. The one who might make offhanded comments at her but really didn't care. "You too," Mignon offered at the volume she had said her name at seconds ago. That one seemed to work. A nice happy medium. But the volume had nothing on the shaking that had over come her voice and she shook her head. Breakdance did not need to put her on top of the food chain, even if she did have Praelium blood - whatever that meant.


    Well, if she was doomed, at least one thing had come out of this. She had postponed being eaten until Breakdance realized she wouldn't be on top of any throne any time soon.

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    Whoa. He missed quite a bit or a lot so to say, though he felt like he was jumping to conclusions as he eyed Jackie from the corner of his eyes to small Mignon. He hoped he wouldn't scare her because of his towering size though he stood beside Jack giving his father figure a slight nudge on the shoulder with his nose before lowering his body so he could see Mignon just a bit better and of course, he gave her space offering a lazy wag of his tail as it thumped against the ground "Hey there, Mignon." He started not seeing why he was struggling to say something so much more though he wanted to keep things simple and sweet. Wait, he wondered if Jackie saw him as a son or not. Well, either way, he wouldn't mind as he offered a sweet lopsided smile tail still thumping in a friendly manner "My names Quill. . ." She was so timid yet here he was struggling to figure out what to say.


    "Y-you wanna be friends?"


    A puppy question, he wasn't a pup anymore but he wanted the small spawn to be happy and comfortable here.