AND ALL THE SILVER MOONS >> weekly task #1

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    HIS SOLITUDE WAS A KNIFE — standpaw — the rift — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Well, Cain had decided to be an asshole and not just assign Standpaw one little social event thing to set up- but two this week. And man if that wasn't the biggest dick move- Standpaw truly didn't know what was anymore. But, regardless of how much of a douche-bag Cain had been when he had given Standpaw his weekly task, the cream feline was still going to follow through with his responsibility. Because he'd feel bad if he didn't. And Cain was like a dad (to everyone, not just him)- he wouldn't have been able to take that disappointed look that dads were so good at dishing out. He would've felt exceptionally guilty.


    So, here Standpaw stood, surrounded by an assortment of leftover Easter candies and dinky toys. He looked absolutely miserable- like he was so bored he could pass out any second. The tom sighed heavily, preparing himself for the shit he was about to endure. "Hey!" He called, "If anyone wants any free chocolate or.. toys, get over here for a quick game!" So they weren't really free if his clanmates had to place a game for them, but so what? Advertisers lied all the time about shit like that. "And if you don't like those things, then, really, just don't bother coming over here!" He let out a loud huff as he finished his announcement, plopping himself down amidst the collection of Easter shit as he waited for a swarm of Rifters to approach. Hopefully this would turn out unsuccessful, and his clanmates hated him enough to stay away.


    SAOSIN
    ferocious and protective smol of the rift
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    ♫ PLEASE, THERE'S A BETTER BIT OF ME TO SEE YET, CUZ YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF MY BEST, YOU KNOW I HATE MYSELF WITHOUT YOU NOW, YEAH... ♫



    ♪ AND THIS IS THE HOOK ♪
    Sao knew what toys were, and to say he didn't really have a use for them was an understatement. That other thing they'd mentioned though, well, Sao had no earthly clue what that was. Standpaw was a semi-familiar face by now though, so he didn't mind padding over to see what was up.


    ♪ TAKE IT LIKE I TOOK ♪
    "Chocolate. What's that?" he'd ask as he came to a stop before the assortment of things, sniffing cautiously in their direction only to be given a nosefull of tinfoil and plastic and... something sweet smelling.




    [center]♫ HURTS THE SAME WHEN NOBODY KNOWS, GUESS THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES, AND I WON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL ♫


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    male - bisexual - 1 year - painted wolf
    Hates Strangers - Is Blunt/Outspoken - Unpredictable - Hates Weakness - Is highly Observant - Quick learner/Adaptable - Violently Protective - Ambitious - Stubborn to a Fault - Tenacious and High Strung - Reckless in his Anger - Afraid of Intimacy/Affection - Secretly Submissive to Certain Individuals - Naive in Certain Areas -
    A young, lean painted wolf with auburn brown eyes and oversized ears, he's very cute and has a boyish appearance. His coat is of medium length with white forelegs that hold symmetrical markings on either side.

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    HIS SOLITUDE WAS A KNIFE — standpaw — the rift — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Saosin was an okay guy from what Standpaw knew of him, having met the painted wolf a few times around the territory before. He was quiet and kept to himself, but was nonetheless helpful and a great contributor to the Rift, in Stand's opinion. He nodded towards the canine as he approached, ears twitching as he took a moment to mull over the wolf's question. What was chocolate? That seemed like- like such basic knowledge to Standpaw! Who in the hell didn't know what chocolate was? Obviously, immensely sad people, or people who would soon become massively depressed after learning they had lived so long without God's greatest creation (not that God existed). He raised his eyebrows at Saosin, asking aloud, "Seriously, dude?"


    He shook his head- Saosin wasn't someone to pull your leg. A plunged a cream paw into the pile, rummaging around before pulling out a small, shiny pink egg. He handed it to the other, instructing, "Unwrap it." He paused, adding, "And then, put it in your mouth and eat it. Don't forget to chew." His tail curled around himself, waiting for Saosin to take the candy from him. This was a lot better than what he had planned- teaching Saosin about human shit was more appealing than trivia games. And could be a hell of a lot more amusing.

    [center][fancypost=width: 450px; text-align: justify]Nat has no idea who the two are but she decides to just put herself out in the open and get all the introductory shit out of the way. She wonders, passively, if these two would react the same way everybody else did when she'd joined only a day ago before pushing the possibility to the back of her mind.


    It's unlikely that everybody knows about this Talia person, and she wouldn't mind finally meeting people who would treat her as who she is, and not as who she reminds them of.


    The massive snow leopard drops her rump heavily onto the ground in front of the selection, green eyes dashing over the trinkets before landing on an Easter Egg no doubt containing chocolate. Her white wings give a little flap in surprise, and then she's leaning forward to grab the treat between her teeth, tearing at the casing with sharp claws before tossing the chocolate bar into the air and catching it in her mouth.


    She gives a merry little sound.


    "I don't know where you found these chocolates but you are a lifesaver," she offers mirthfully, pink tongue passing over her teeth before flashing the two Rifters a wide smile. The young woman gave them a small bow, the beads in her thick neck-fur clicking together at the gesture. "Natalia. New. Who might you two be?"


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    [spoiler=Tags | Updated 4/19/17]
    GENERAL:
    ★ Natalia P | Natalia, Nat
    ★ Biologically Female | She/Her Pronouns
    ★ 35 months | April 24, 2014 | Ages Real Time
    ★ Previously Talia Winterfell Makara Pendragon
    ★ The Rift | Warrior of Blood | The Reborn


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Does not remember her past.
    ★ Does not remember being Talia.
    ★ Has a particularly subtle, floral scent - almost angelic in some light.


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ Woke from a deep slumber in a cavern under the earth.
    ★ Joined the Rift.


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ SNOW LEOPARD [main/reborn]
    — Natalia can be found in a mutated, seven-foot-tall, all-white snow leopard body. Deep-set green eyes peer at the world with a muted chagrin as they perch above prominent cheekbones. The pelt around her neck is thick and soft to the touch, decorated with strands of braided, golden locks and wooden beads that chime lightly to herald the wind. Massive white wings billow from between her shoulderblades, thick and plumy and sensitive near the base, and small, delicate antlers can be found atop her head, almost as if they've only recently started growing. A golden chain hangs around her neck, adorned with a vegvisir-shaped pendant, and golden rings sit tightly at the base of her tail, stacked one on top of the other before being kept in place by an ouroboros cuff.


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Homosexual Homoromantic
    ★ Haribostar xx Northbound | Born in the Rift
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message to plot and to find out her secrets
    ★ Cautious at first, but has a distinct maternal charm. Doesn't mind a good party. Partly cannibalistic. Friendly, but secretive and aloof.
    ★ Has a golden aura
    ★ Physically Brutal | Mentally Vulnerable
    ★ Diplomatic
    ★ Attack in bold
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions


    SAOSIN
    ferocious and protective smol of the rift
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    ♫ PLEASE, THERE'S A BETTER BIT OF ME TO SEE YET, CUZ YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF MY BEST, YOU KNOW I HATE MYSELF WITHOUT YOU NOW, YEAH... ♫



    ♪ AND THIS IS THE HOOK ♪
    His large round ears would swivel backwards at Standpaws comment for just a moment as a small wave of embarrassment overtook him, but he quickly shook it off and gave the other a 'don't judge me' sort of look. He was naive to a lot of stuff weather he wanted to admit it or not, and that naivety was perhaps the biggest cause of his insecurities.


    ♪ TAKE IT LIKE I TOOK ♪
    Thus why, when the other slid one of the round, colorful object to him, he stared at it suspiciously fora long moment before accepting it. It went against every instinct in his body to eat some unknown thing given to him by someone he was just barely getting to know, and it took a lot in those few moments to decide on weather or not to trust Standpaw with his 'gift'.


    ♪ SHAKIN' LIKE I SHOOK BEFORE ♪
    Carefully -and with some difficulty given the size of his paws compared to the egg- he began to rip the pink foil off as instructed, pausing to shoot the other a glare as they decided to be a smart ass.


    "I know how to eat, thank you." he replied in an almost childish manner. Still, the words were spoken with less of an edge then usual, which was the equivalent of almost being good humored for Sao, who knew Standpaw didn't really mean anything by it.


    ♪ AND NEVER EVER GETTING BETTER OFF ♪
    His first bite was a cautious one, his sharp teeth just scraping the edge of the candy to get a taste in case in turned out to be poison or something disgusting. To his surprise it was actually sweet, sweeter then anything he'd ever eaten before, and the small canine took another experimental nibble -bigger this time- it was decided for him that this was probably the best thing he'd ever eaten. His jaws watered as he ate the rest, careful not to give away that he was almost dying inside trying to hold back his delight.


    ♪ AND I CAN ONLY WATCH ♪
    Why the hell didn't the Tribe have this stuff? And why did everyone else seem to know about it? If he'd known this whole time that the weird foil things everyone was messing with was actually the best snack he'd ever taste he would have started raising their baskets long ago.


    ♪ THIS IS WHERE I STOPPED BEFORE ♪
    "It's okay, I guess." he'd say with a shrug, just before they were joined by another. "I'm Saosin, he's Standpaw."
    ♪ NOT ANOTHER PIECE OF ME ♪
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    ♪ I ALWAYS SLIP AWAY FROM ♪
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    [center]♫ HURTS THE SAME WHEN NOBODY KNOWS, GUESS THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES, AND I WON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL ♫


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    [color=black]
    male - bisexual - 1 year - painted wolf
    Hates Strangers - Is Blunt/Outspoken - Unpredictable - Hates Weakness - Is highly Observant - Quick learner/Adaptable - Violently Protective - Ambitious - Stubborn to a Fault - Tenacious and High Strung - Reckless in his Anger - Afraid of Intimacy/Affection - Secretly Submissive to Certain Individuals - Naive in Certain Areas -
    A young, lean painted wolf with auburn brown eyes and oversized ears, he's very cute and has a boyish appearance. His coat is of medium length with white forelegs that hold symmetrical markings on either side.