SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP // p; sweetophelia

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    As Ska'arq paced the camp anxiously, he thought back on the information the NPC had given him before quickly walking away. He was in BizzardClan; a group of animals that lived together and prospered on a cluster of floating islands. As far as he knew, BlizzardClan was the biggest, and arguably the strongest Clan out there. Perhaps he was lucky he had found this one first? More members meant more emotions; some gave more of a particular feeling than others, and had more of it to spare.


    ...Like Jerseyboy.


    Other thoughts aside, he had also been told about the leader of BlizzardClan, Sweetophelia. A respectable, beautiful, strong ragdoll cat with a powerful sense of justice. (That was what the NPC had told him, anyway.) He had to admit, the description was rather impressive. It made him a little nervous. Everyone else seemed to hate him for trying to refill his vials. He couldn't blame them, but it still hurt a little. If Sweetophelia knew he was sipping the emotions of her warriors, he was sure she'd kick him out. So he had to get on her good side.


    He was pacing outside of her den, face scrunched up. The magenta and yellow-orange vials were glowing brightly. "Hi, my name is Ska'arq, and I'm new to your Clan, and please don't kick me out!" he muttered to himself, forcing cheer into the last few words. He shook his head. No. That was awful. "Hello, my name is Ska'arq, and I recently joined your Clan. Please let me stay." That was still awful! Why was this so... hard? The magenta vial went out. Impossibly, the other one became even brighter. The dragon paced faster. He continued mumbling to himself. "Hi, my name is Ska'arq. Hello, I'm Ska'arq. My name is Ska'arq. I'm Ska'arq. Pleasure to meet you." With a frustrated sigh, the beast flopped over onto his side. He was considering packing up and leaving. He could find some more intelligent life. Maybe not as intelligent life. Sentient life. There. That worked.

    There was about one and a half things wrong with the description of the BlizzardClan leader provided to Ska'arq by the NPC. Sweetophelia no longer lived in her ragdoll feline form, having grown to prefer her new lioness form - a much more powerful and agile body. And secondly, her sense of justice only extended to BlizzardClanners - anyone not considered her own or a friend was considered beneath her regard and rarely given a thought to. The Targaryen was a pragmatic first and foremost, in the game of politics and power, and in all other manners of life. It was the way it was.


    "Practicing a speech?" the BlizzardClan leader stood at the entrance of her hut, a metaphorical brow lifted as she gazed upon the frustrated dragon. With or without Super Senses, Sqa'arq had been practicing right outside her home and it was very unlikely that Sweetophelia would have grown on oblivious of his activities.
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    Why was he still laying there? Ska'arq let out a sigh. He was trying to work up the motivation to move when a sudden voice made his eyes snap open. Legs flailing, he scrambled into an upright position. "Um!" he yelped unnaturally loudly. Many vials began to fluctuate in response to his embarrassment. "U-uh," he tried again. "No?" Lies. He looked around him, as if some invisible presence would give him words to say. Nothing. Time to improvise until something popped up. "Sorry." Fuck. Swallowing, the dragon met the leader's eyes. Was this her? This was not a ragdoll. But she had come out of Sweetophelia's den. This had to be her, right? Oh jeez. "Um. My name's Ska'arq. I'm new to BlizzardClan." Yeah. Like she hadn't heard that about sixty times before she came outside anyway. "I don't know if you've heard about me from others, but..." His feet shifted.


    Moment of truth. Make it or break it.


    Taking a long, silent breath, he pointing up to his necklace. "This is the basis of who I am." Yeah, because that made sense. Heart pounding in his chest, his yellow-orange vial took the spotlight as it glowed brightly. "I don't... I don't have emotions. It took me thirteen years to make this necklace." Briefly, guilt surged through, him, but he forced it down. He could do that later. "The stuff inside these vials are raw emotion. I use it so that I can have feelings. Like all of you." He wanted this to be over. Fast. "The liquid isn't infinite. The more I use it, the more, well, empty it gets." For emphasis, he pointed at the yellow-orange vial- the one that was glowing. It was almost empty. "Like this one. It's glowing because that's what I'm feeling right now. It's almost empty, because I've been using it a lot recently." He sighed. "Each vial represents and holds a different emotion. Most of them represent multiple emotions, but are pretty similar to each other." He put his foot back down, adverting his eyes to the ground. "I uh, I have to refill these regularly. And I kinda... I kinda rely on the members of BlizzardClan to do it. I... borrow their emotions to fill these up. It's- it's not permanent! I swear! They feel normal again in an hour." Yeah, but an hour is a long time. "And... A lot of people hate me because of this." He was just going to have to hope that the leader wouldn't hate him too. His cyan eyes flickered up, trying to gauge her reaction.
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    Sweetophelia simply watched on in silence as Ska'arq stumbled over his own words, clearly and deeply anxious. While at this point in her leadership, the BlizzardClan leader was well-accustomed to fraying the nerves of some more impressionable animals simply by the force of her presence alone, it still remained amusing from time to time to witness, even if she half-pitied Ska'arq now.


    What came out of his next surprised her - he was practically pouring his heart on to her, a stranger. Even now, occasionally, she was winded by the immense liberties and trust so freely afforded to clan leaders. Her pale lilac eyes blinking, she refocused her gaze on Ska'arq just as the dragon finished speaking. "As long as you don't take a clanmate's emotions without their expressed consent, I don't find much issue with this," Sweetophelia remarked aloud, finally. And she could care less what he did to enemies or wild animals.
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