BEAUTY AND YOUTH [O] JOINER

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #F3574A]「 it was so easy — its words so sweet 」


    The snarling wasn't like a normal sound. It gurgled, almost as if the creature was choking on it's own blood. It smelt awful too. Sickly sweet in the back of her mouth. Rotting flesh. It's green eyes hid greed, greed for the blood it was taking. That was why she had run. And never stopped. Not until she could run no more.


    Her journey here was rough. The poor girl had learnt the hard way that some folks weren't kind enough to bother with her. She also learnt that some were mean enough to bully and abuse her. She had only met one nice person on her trip to where ever she was now. A tortoise. She had received a gift from the old, motherly creature.


    She was worn thin. The pelt ( a rather pretty one at that: tan for the most part with rosy splotches where darker, blood red tabby markings resided. They didn't show any where else except at these rosy parts ) that once gave off a well cared for sheen was now greasy and dull, very poorly taken of. A few twigs and leaves clung to this pelt, revealing that she had traveled through many forests. She was skinny as well; her hips poked painfully out, spine and ribs able to be spotted even with her long coat. In some spots were painful sores, mostly where her bones poked out at. There was one on her hip, which made it hard to walk as she favored her left hind leg. Behind her was a little blood trail, left only by her paw pads. She was small as well, young, no more than seven moons. Yet, in the pools of those wonderful green eyes, you could tell she had seen more than what she should've. And, if you looked between those eyes, just above her nose she sported a colorful green-blue band aid.


    The scent of a border stopped her right there, her head not even lifting as the bagged eyes looked up. Finally, she retreated heavily onto her haunches, left hind sticking out a bit as it was painful to sit fully on. Her head hung a bit more, ears drooping before at last she lifted her heavy head. This was only to keep a look out. She had no intentions of speaking. Not yet. She had to find out of these folks were friendly or not. Besides, her Pa and Ma always told her it was rude to go about screaming in other people's homes.
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce was on a peaceful walk through Blizzardclan's territory, heading toward the border to check for joiners. It was nice out today, with a slight breeze. He liked days like these - ones where the sun was out, but it wasn't overwhelmingly hot. Then again, it was never overwhelmingly hot in Blizzardclan; it was always cold. The tom hummed to himself as he trotted forward, enjoying the sweet scent of spring in the crisp air. So far, this had to be his favorite season, but he had yet to fully experience summer.


    Approaching the border, he noticed an unfamiliar figure - an unhealthy-looking, unfamiliar figure. It was a girl, a few months younger than he. She seemed tired, and was clearly in bad physical condition. He slowed his gait, moving forward slowly. "Hello, miss?" he called, tail swishing slowly. "This is Blizzardclan territory, my name's Pierce. Is there anything I can do for you?" It was possible she was lost, but she didn't seem to be - she had stopped right at the border.


    //rip tried to match muse c': welcome to blizzardclan !


    tags :: updated 4/12

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #F3574A]「 it was so easy — its words so sweet 」


    //aha i know the pain of matching muse.


    It didn't feel like forever. Especially since she had zoned out completely, ears flicking every once in a while when a gnat flew by; a passerby, searching for a sore to land on. There wasn't many, only about four, but they hurt.


    Her raspberry nose twitched, ears swiveling to the sound of approaching paws. Instinctively, she threw her head up, a habit she had learned. It showed aggression, showed that she'd fight for her life if need be. Heck, she even added in a nice lip twitch, a threat the critter standing before her. Despite this show, her heart hammered against her chance, breath getting hitched in her chest and throat as her magnificent green eyes stared the serval down. Slowly, she adjusted herself to stand, legs shaking weakly as she studied him, listening to him speak. She thought a moment, pondering just how this situation could go.


    "F-food m-maybe? And s-some herbs? A-after that I-I can b-be on my w-way." A natural stutter; there was no getting rid of it. She's had it since birth, Ma often told her. She hated it too. Her brothers would often tease her for it and upon the memory being brought forth, she visibly flinched, head lowering from fatigue. She prayed silently that this... Peirce wouldn't attack her. Ruth had met such critters. Act all nice and then attack you, luring you in as if you were Red Riding Hood and they were the Wolf! She hated critters like that and she instantly grew weary, leaning back on her one good leg. Away from him, in case she needed to make a mad dash away.
    [center]rufescent "ruth" -- female -- -- seven moons -- a little too charitable

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;]"Or you could stay. I mean, none of us bite. Actually I do, but only when asked." She replies with a slight smile. Honestly, she hasn't bitten anyone in a good long while ( kinky ), but she doesn't know how to be reassuring towards others anymore. So, she just throws in a joke and hopes for the best. "Think about it, food, company of a decentish sort and somewhere to stay. You might as well try it."


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    ▸ haerii blair alae anima — annie
    ▸ female — she/her
    ▸ immortal — acts & appears like a young woman
    ▸ member of blizzardclan — often travels
    ▸ former leader of the rift, head ranger of arcadianclan & advisor of windclan
    ▸ drengr of the rift
    ▸ the raven queen | goddess of death & chaos & time
    ▸ single | formerly fiancee of toast caddo & girlfriend of vindicate clemens
    ▸ sibling to elizabeth blair, anthony blair, cailan vogt, andras szent, rainbowveins alae, winterbones alae
    ▸ magpanther | large raven
    ▸ anima isn't happy that she has to drag herself back to this world, but shit happens all the time and she's back. a playful, cheerful individual, annie's somewhat optimistic nature is counted by a morbid and harsh sense of humour, a violent disposition and someone who doesn't take the word no for an answer. she's perhaps hard to deal with, but she does tend to try to be a somewhat decent person, even if the punishments outweigh the crimes. she believes very strongly that pain and experience are the best teachers.
    ▸ annie holds dominion over chaos and time, as well storms and ice. for a more detailed description of her powers [ tba ]
    — posts are in present/past tense, third person

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #F3574A]「 it was so easy — its words so sweet 」


    She was startled by the sudden appearance of the rather city-slicking girl. She blinked, head tilting a bit at the 'I only bite when asked' comment. Who would ask to be bitten? I've heard my brothers say 'bite me' but never actually mean it... Her thoughts echoed in her head before pondering the second statement. Food, a place to stay... it appeared the company of good folk. Besides... she was in no shape to go anywhere. She wasn't going any where in the first place... just somewhere.



    It came to her attention that she might lure them to these poor folk. She didn't want to ruin their lives for them before realizing they could probably handle themselves. Besides, whatever they were seemed after her and after her only. She bit her tongue before nodding weakly.


    "I-I'll s-stay..." She finally spoke, after a minute of pure silence. Her voice was small, a little squeaky even.


    [center]rufescent "ruth" -- female -- -- seven moons -- a little too charitable

    Aurelien had been trailing along the border to get an idea of how expansive the territory is, and he was lucky enough to stumble upon the curious scene that had opened up before him. Was this sickly-looking madam planning to join the ranks? He prowled a little closer, ears pricked and swivelled intently in the direction of the gathering. Ah, indeed she was planning to stay! That was good. He'd hate to see someone walking back off into the wilderness in such a foul condition.


    Well, it would be against his creed to not welcome such a pretty young lady. The cheetah lifted himself to his full height and strolled over to the little welcoming crew. "Hello!" he purred, dipping his head in respectful greeting. "Ah, my knowledge is limited in the medical department, but I do imagine our lovely crowd will help you back to your prime self, wouldn't you say? We try our best." He chuckled softly.

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    tags <3 // updated 04/15

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Ah," Sweetophelia murmured aloud when she caught sight of the battered-looking youth. Approaching quickly and quietly after Aurelien, the BlizzardClan leader settled beside into a seat beside her vice-leader, Pierce, her pale lilac eyes remaining fixed on the newer BlizzardClanner. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," the tall seal-point Ragdoll introduced herself softly. "What did you say your name was?" She paused, adding, "We'll help you get settled in and we'll show you to the Medics too - they'll see to you; they're great at their jobs."


    OOC | your character is so adorable!!
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    info — updated 4/12

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #F3574A]「 honestly, I wanna see you be — brave 」


    //aaah, danke.


    Ruth perked her ears at the bouncy cheetah, green optics studying him before she dipped her crown in acknowledgment. The bandaid wearing girl would then look at Sweet, quickly sensing a bit of authority with her. "I-I d-didn't..." She mumbled mostly to herself. "R-Rufescent. B-but my f-family called me R-Ruth." She added to her mumbled, sitting back down again. The dilute tabby would then dip her head again. "Th-Thank you for w-welcoming me."


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    [center]rufescent "ruth" -- female -- -- seven moons -- a little too charitable

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The macawnine frowned softly as he noted the femme's sickly appearance. She didn't seem to be in the best shape — however, he knew the medics would patch her up, good as new. "Welcome to BlizzardClan, Ruth," Mack said, offering a smile in place of the frown. "I'm Mack."
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    REASON AND RHYME — INFORMATION TAGS


    The question startled her. How long had she been walking? "I-I think a-a few m-moons." She answered, flinching away a bit as she tried to apply the stuff to her sores. She allowed most of them. Infact, all but the one on her hip. She refused to let that one be touched- it hurt too much for her to let anybody but herself touch it. At least of now.


    //yeye, that sore can't be touched because I may have possibly created another thread where somebody else already bandaged that one ('^v^)
    [center]rufescent "ruth" -- female -- -- seven moons -- a little too charitable