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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Why did she stay? Had it been because she was too scared, or perhaps the hope of seeing heaven still lingered. Either way her broken heart didn't get the chance to mend. Of course, what she wanted wasn't attainable. God, heaven, becoming an angel again, they weren't things that wouldn't happen. Yet she kept throwing herself at the idea. So desperate to become what she once was that she kept entertaining the impossible, torturing herself. The mental torment of grasping at nothing was obvious just from a glance. Her eyes were swollen, if she wasn't crying then Mallory was laying somewhere waiting until tears would flow again. A heavy depression had draped itself across her like a warm blanket, and she readily accepted the blistering heat. She had no one and would let no one in. Many animals had felt pity for the fallen angel and tried to comfort her only to give up. Now they just avoided her, too empathetic to throw her out yet also annoyed with her constant weeping.


    However, if one was to watch her at that moment they would be none the wiser. Soft and almost ethereal looking the dark fox was surrounded by meadowsweet. Her ebony fur was laced with the cream colored petals, the natural perfume pleasant. The sunshine made the scene look like a photograph, everything so gentle and glowing. She looked beautiful which was possibly the first time since landing on earth. Yes, with the wind stirring up her lush fur, sun making the ends look golden, Mallory even felt pretty. A fresh supply of tears began, but not because of sadness, instead out of relief. The sunshine reflecting off the tears made them look like little jewels running down her cheeks. Closing her eyes she imagined beautiful, elegant wings sprouting from her shoulder blades, the heavenly glow she once carried surrounding her. An angel, she was an angel again.


    The illusion broke as a cool breeze brought her back to reality. There were no wings, no glow, just a stupid, stupid girl. Her eyes immediately became melancholic as she looked up at the clouds. Someday she would be whole again, she would be beautiful again. That's all she wanted.
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    Intella wasn't exactly sure what the other creature was doing as her gaze scanned over her. Hell, she wasn't entirely sure if the other girl was even okay...which, made it her job to check, right? The inventor really wasn't used to this whole "community" thing yet...still. It really was...still...yet again...she found herself thinking about how much of an adjustment it was for her... Intella really needed more to think about; she was far too conditioned to being able to create thinge and scavenge all the time.


    The lady padded over to the gloomy creature, and tapped her on the shoulder. If she'd turn around, she'd see Intella gazing back at her with a puzzled look, giving a tilt of her head in concern.




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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Mallory turned, staring back at her silently. After a moment of silence she turned back around. The weakest sigh pressing out from her rarely used lungs. It just seemed like a good time to sigh if she was to be honest. To be some mysterious woman, captivating the mortals around her. Ha, as if.


    Two mutes and a quiet spring day, how lovely. Looking back at the other female she simply patted the ground next to her before pointing her paw upward. One of the clouds above them shifted into a simplistic bunny design. Lord was cloud manipulation a useless power, but it was a good pick me up from time to time. Besides, who didn't love cute bunny clouds? Hopefully not the stranger or that'd be kinda weird. The fallen angel allowed herself to get comfortable while she made the other clouds look like other adorable things. A cute little whale, a star, flowers. Her expression was faraway, dreamy. Maybe God could see her clouds from heaven. Maybe it made him happy.
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    The lady was taken by surprise when she saw the fox's silent answers. Wait a second, was she...another one? One who could understand what it was like to be truly voiceless? One who couldn't use words nor telepathy? It was somewhat exciting for her. Never in her life had she met anyone who could relate to her like that.


    Noticing the other girl's offer, Intella placed herself beside her newly found fellow mute. As the fox pointed up, the feline let her gaze follow the paw's lead to the sky. It seemed like her new acquaintance was trying to show her something in the clouds... Wait a second, was that that... A rabbit? She knew that sometimes off shapes would form from the cottony masses that littered the sky, but this was just so cleanly done. And more and more of these cutesy shapes kept popping up. It was if someone had taken a paintbrush, the sky as a canvas, had graced the earth with the world's largest cutesy painting, perhaps hoping to lift some spirits. It was...beautiful. But...who did it? Surely, this couldn't have been a random natural thing?


    Intella turned her gaze back to her momentary companion. Wait...is she doing it? She thought, in a moment of realization. She poked the one next to her again, and pointed up to the new scenery, trying to ask if she had done that.




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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]A pleased smile graced her usually solemn features as Mallory nodded in response to the silent question. Yes, she had made the clouds look all different. Though the reason for morphing them wasn't entirely clear. Whatever, thinking too hard caused migraines. Besides it was a nice moment that really didn't need useless worrying. All she wanted was to lay under the sun watching clouds tiptoe across the sky. The white, cotton clouds just drifting across soulful blue, the sun brightening already pastel colors. Even if she still loved heaven the fox had to admit Earth was a lovely place.


    Still smiling she made the clouds looked like the ones in ancient Chinese paintings, curling and elegant. Was there anyway to speak with the mortal besides her? Well, not speak, but communicate? One of the many pros of heaven was the conversations, small talk, the tiny joy of flowery words. Alas, nothing came to mind. How disappointing.
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    Witchpaw still didn't quite... understand negative emotion. His own childish innocence fueled it, plus Henri's masochistic desires rubbing off on him. He started... actively seeking pain, for fun. He didn't understand it, but it made him feel a pleasure sublime. His own self-harm scattered his lithe, small form, and it was rather shoddily bandaged; he didn't like having one of the medics patch him up, because then he'd have to explain himself.


    He approached the two, and blinked, unsure of what was going on. "Hey. Those cloud things are pretty hecking neato. How do you do it?" He asked the fallen angel, unaware of her disability.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had always been captivated by the clouds - even when they weren't forming impossibly perfect and clean shapes as they currently were. He had been simply wandering by, not noticing the group of his clanmates, though paused when a shifting in the sky caught his attention. At first he thought it was just the wind, but when he looked closer, he realized that they were moving into specific shapes. Blinking a few times in bewilderment, the vice-leader glanced around, confused, and caught sight of Witchpaw, Intella, and Mallory. Was he imagining all of this? He hoped not - hallucinations weren't good.


    "H-hey! Do you guys see that?" he called, hurrying over, though when he caught Witchpaw's words, he sighed in relief. Oh, good, he wasn't imagining this, or anything. There was a small, satisfied sigh from the serval as he took a seat beside Intella, nodding in a much quieter greeting than before - he was a bit lost in thought now. Who was doing that, and how? Was it some sort of water manipulation? He had read in one of his friend's books that clouds were made from water, so it was possible.

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    Oh no. It was that stranger that he hadn't been able to make happy. Jacob liked most people unconditionally but he wasn't so sure about this one. He'd never seen anyone that's been so upset about getting flowers before. Had it been because of him? Did she not like him for some reason? He had thought he was being very nice but apparently she hadn't agreed. So, the puppy would make his way over cautiously. He was wearing his olive colored sweater today. Maybe she would like him better with his new sweater on. "Hi. Bonjour. Jacob," The puppy would greet, not quite as enthusiastic as he generally was. However, he would be quickly distracted when he looked up and noticed the changing shapes of the clouds. His eyes would widen and his tail would start wagging, a wide smile on his maw. "Oh, pretty!"[fancypost=background:#c0e4ff;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]How did she move the clouds? Well, who knew, certainly not her. It was just something that she could do. Maybe it was some sort of gift God had given her to make up for ripping everything else away. To be honest it was useless, couldn't use it aggressively, not that she would, really the power was just some party trick. Well, it made others happy... That was nice, she guessed. For a moment Mallory paused before shrugging her shoulders in response. Another second passed before she grunted, jerking her head up as one of the clouds shifted again. This time it became just a cloud, wispy and soft.


    Pierce showed up with a surprised look before becoming amused. "I... Ee," was her guttural response, voice weak. She just wanted to say "I see", but oh well. At least she could make any noises at all even if they made no sense.


    Mallory let out a sigh, something she did a lot, as Jacob approached. The poor kid was probably terrified of her and rightfully so. It was just... Those flowers were beautiful, yet she couldn't fully appreciate their scent which was just so cruel. She'd also been in a poor state of kind. Still was, actually. Her first thought was to say sorry, she couldn't obviously, so instead multiple clouds blossomed into flowers. Though this time they weren't so perfect due to overuse of the power.

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    The inventor watched in awe as her new acquaintance made her beautiful artwork on the sky. The ability in itself was incredible; to be so creative with such a power? Intella was truly amazed. Her state of awe was interrupted by the new faces who popped up. She gave one sole wave of greeting to the incoming group. Everyone really was everywhere around here, so it seemed.


    Why not communicate with her cloud power? Intella wondered. Was she not able to write in the clouds? Surely, that had to be easier than that pretty painting she had witnessed the creation of? Perhaps the creative soul simply hadn't thought about it? Wanting to communicate this to the dark fox, Intella made a writing gesture, and pointed up to the sky, hoping she'd get the hint.




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