TELL ME YOU'VE NEVER LOVED ME — open, joining

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;]there was something very pleasant about lacey. while she was pretty, she wasn't a bombshell. thin, but not skinny. leggy, but not quite tall. she was easy on the eyes, easy to look at. pretty the first and the hundredth time you saw her.


    alas, there was a visible frustration in the femmes eyes. for the ten long months she's been living, she'd never belonged. in her native france, she was a wanderer, stricken with fernweh from a young age. in each place she'd traveled to, something hadn't quite clicked. the people, the places, the culture. one way or another, the young feline found herself moving on, disappointed yet eager for the perfection that sure awaited her elsewhere.


    and here she was. the young feline sat on the border, cleaning her paws, patiently awaited someone to come inquire her presence.


    [woops, rushed af]

    ♡ ♡ ♡ Something about this feline seemed familiar. Just faintly. Ve didn't know what it was, or if she was just imagining things, which was very likely, so she chose to ignore it. She'd never met this female before, and that was a fact. Unless this was a reincarnation or someone she'd known, this was a complete stranger. Still, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't push that feeling away. The kitsune shook her head, telling herself that she was just being silly, and made her way closer to the border. "Hi, I'm Lovelypaw, but you can call me Ve. Welcome to PalisadeClan, is there anything I can do for you?" she said the words fluidly, with little hesitation, but somehow they didn't feel right. The winged creature had been trying out a new introduction, but with her rather silly appearance and abstract personality, it just didn't suit her. She could try to be more serious, but she was and would always be a child. She didn't really mind that though.

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    a kitsune. lacey had read many books and seen many paintings of the creatures, she'd even replicated a few in her own style, but she'd never imagined she'd see one herself. it was lovely and magical and it took a minute for the femme to realize how rude she was being, just standing there, staring at this 've', who'd been kind enough to introduce herself.


    she decided she could always blame her delay on the language, as english wasn't her first and she wasn't terribly fluent in it. she knew enough, but it took time and mulling over the thick words that never quite rolled off of her tongue the way french did.


    "ah, hello!" she purred, voice smooth like hunny and seeming to curl at the ends, as though she was speaking in cursive. there was always something wonderful and pleasant about the french accent that she couldn't quite place, as though every word sounded better with it. "my name is lacey, madamoiselle. i've traveled all the way from paris," she explained, voice tilting upwards slightly at the mention of her home, "searching for a place to call home. somewhere a hopeless little artist can paint her happily ever after, yes? et i was hoping this might be the place."


    she'd recited this many times, wanting to get it just right, and she stood there, a hopeful look in this almond-shaped eyes, unsure if she'd asked to stay or asked if they liked lizards.


    english was so confusing sometimes.

    ♡ ♡ ♡ The French accent, that's what it was. This wasn't the first french she'd met. The first had been the leader of the mansion when Ve had first joined clan life, and she spoke with the same accent. That leader also struggled with English and said fancy sounding words in a language the kitsune didn't speak. Then the strange fem mentioned painting and Ve's face lit up. She was an amateur artist as well, maybe they could learn from each other. "Yes, this is the perfect place for that." the kitsune assured. She honestly couldn't wait to get to know Lacey.

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    a purr slipped passed through the fem's lips at ve's words, a smile spreading across her features. "ah! wonderful! are you the, er, leader here?" she inquired, pausing for a moment to search for the word in english. leader, oui? ...oui.

    [fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white;]Paris? Just how far away was that? He knew it was somewhere in France and all, but that was about it. He was just a dog, after all, and just barely knew the human names of places in the world. Just the places that mattered: United States (his birthplace), Germany (his father's birthplace) and the United Kingdom (a location fond to him)...among others, of course. The canine arrived and dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Welcome. Name's Thunderbolt," he introduced himself.

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