I WILL CUT YOU DOWN — VISITOR
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"Maybe they're hiding." Losteyes responded, voice flittering up into the sunbathed air as he eyed the lioness from his lounging perch underneath a tree. His peaceful rest-time amongst the usually quiet reaches of the Sanctuary's territory was rudely interrupted by the appearance of the stranger, so he only felt the need to reciprocate such off putting behavior. "Avoiding the stranger that's screaming to just as equally unrecognized names at the top of her lungs." he continued decidedly as he unfolded his limbs, picking himself up as to start a somewhat slow ascent toward Chicagocrimes. Murky eyes narrowing slightly, moreover to see better than to intimidate, he shifted his weight back slightly, the edges of his mouth tilting downward.
Flicking an ear, he bothered not with social constructs of politeness, having thrown out his grace when Chica stormed past the border swearing. "Those people you've mentioned," he began to chastise. "They aren't here, and you're trespassing. Who are you?"
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APPLE OF MY EYE ⚫
"Language," Adeline chided gently as she lumbered over, brown eyes examining the stranger with mild concern. What had happened to make her so angry? As far as Adeline knew, The Sanctuary was a kind, peaceful place. Had they wronged this girl in some way. The grizzly offered a soft smile to the screaming female. "I'm afraid Losteyes is right. They must not live here anymore. Are those your friends?"
GENERAL
adeline benson | female | 26 years | the sanctuaryPHYSICAL
grizzly bear | brown fur is graying from age | brown eyesINTERACTION
no kill | no maim | ask for captureplayed by sapphy
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YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
Heavy paw-steps echoed out as the female made her way towards an all to familiar voice. The maned female tilted her head and let both her tails sway behind her. Was it really her? The female stopped and took in the scene before her. Completely ignoring the clan members around her. It was her and she was about to panic. The girl had been a child when she last saw this face. "H..hey."
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eyes angle toward her challenger, sizes him up to the best of her ability, studies every dip and curve of the feline's frame. he's got an attitude that rivals her own, it appears, or maybe he's just cranky. either way she flicks her ears back, unimpressed. "this is the sanctuary, yeah?" a simple no-brainer, to which she moves on from, quick to continue, "then i ain't trespassin'." hell, who is this guy anyway? "and I ain't no stranger." damn, people couldn't have forgot her ass already, could they? upon being reprimanded, eyes flash to— holy shit!— a fucking bear. and she's old as hell, but chicagocrimes isnt all that young, either. still, she'll put up a damn good fight if she has to.
chica flexes her claws, turns the dirt beneath her paws into powder as she addresses the elderly woman, impatient, "they're my family and if they ain't here, then where the hell are they?" agitation rises more so at the lack of answers, the former leader getting into an increasingly more bitter mood as time ticks on. "are y'all sure ya ain't heard of them before? luciferus is leader round these parts still, ain't he?" her old deputy was a bit of an oath at times, but it's difficult for her to imagine him to just up and leave. "and lems— lemonkit? you two ain't heard from him, either? he's my son, and he's too young to be runnin' off." there's no way in hell destrian or lulu let him go off by himself, especially after that shit bill pulled. "he's a cat, a lil scruffy thing, with soft yellow fur. looks just like his dad..." as she details her youngest appearance, another figure looms, and her orbs shift toward a jarring sight, leading her to trail off. her fur puffs out, lips tug down into a frown, and a brow rises, as an incredulous statement sounds, unbelieving, "jellocub? that you, girl?" it's the wrong name, of course, since jells is clearly no longer a cub, but damn, she grew.
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YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
Jello watched the other as she eyed the gathered. Sizing up her possible enemies. Was that where Jello got it from? It had to be. She didn't know much of her other parent. But from the looks of it, she had got Chica's attitude in parts. Then, when she heard that voice speak to her again, she felt like a kid again. "Yeah. It is me. Though, it's Jelloshots now." She replied as her wolf tail wagged.
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This guy sure was loud, and Dee was surely confused. Of course, Dee was a rather new member. She had the feeling she moved a lot in general, but maybe it was just some kind of feeling of deja vu as the girl blinked at the screaming female. She winced, ears wriggling. The hedgehog kept her distance. "The Sanctuary changes and evolves quickly," the child said, daring to speak up in hopes for Chicagocrimes to quieten her voice, "If you are stranger to the current members, then you are currently a stranger to The Sanctuary who just so happens to have had a history here." She sighed. Of course the girl was heavily unaware of what the fem had experienced here, but she simply wanted it over quickly. "Are you just here to reunite with family?"
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"jelloshots." echoes she, familiarizing herself with the change and inclining her head afterward. she likes it. "it suits ya." and the remark encourages a wolfish grin to present itself, the first smile the girl has cracked since she's been here, as persimmon-kissed hues graze the little hybrids frame. she thought jells died, in all honesty, like the rest of her siblings, but that's not appropriate and so she keeps the remark to herself. "so where ya been all this time, kid?"
its an awkward reunion, with a mother who desperately does her best to break the ice, and is then so rudely interrupted, causing her head to snap toward some spiny beachball. who the fuck is this little airhead? her lip curls over her teeth, mood spoiled all over again at the other's words. she turns toward her with hackles raised, smoke starting to smolder from her pelt in thick bands of grey wisp, the beginning of a small fire becoming a very real and very serious possibility if she is pushed further, "history?" a crucial snort escapes her, nostrils flaring, and she twitches her ears as scorn registers in her deep, throaty, voice, "the sanctuary wouldn't have a history if it weren't for me. it wouldnt even exist if i hadnt been here!" and threefold and olive, but chicagocrimes doesn't say that. at the damned stranger remark, she merely narrows her eyes, jerks a chin in jelloshots direction, whom clearly recognizes her, "i aint no stranger." she repeats easily, no hesitation present, "and yeah, assa matter 'o fact, i am. is that a problem?"
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YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME
They were interrupted by Dee and she offered a soft sigh. This was going to turn into a fight if someone didn't do something and fast. "This is my mother, Dee." She paused and let out a soft chuckled. It was one of her mothers, anyways. "She was one of the founders that made our clan exist." She offered as she looked over at Dee calmly. After all, if this broke out in a fight, she wouldn't get to see her mother anymore. She couldn't have that after finding out she was alive. That just wouldn't work for the female at all. "I feel that a founder should be welcomed with open paws, no? After all, without her we wouldn't be here. Maybe we can learn about our history from her." She adds with a casual shrug to the female. At least Jello planned to learn from her mother. Moms knew everything, right? At least that was what Jello thought. Then, her gaze turned back to her mother as she spoke.
The sound of her name coming from her mother was oddly sweet. She felt like a cub again, in all honesty. Yet, she was oddly glad to feel like a cub again. Then, she heard the next part and chuckled. "Thanks. It happens to be my favorite drink." The over grown cub replied with a grin. Her mother had smiled at her and that was great. The cub had thought her parents were long gone. Then again, she had been the one that wandered off and got lost. It was her fault after all. So, she was just happy her mother was even talking to her. Then her mother asked where she had been. The girl looked at her paws and sighed softly.
"Well, I wandered off when I was little. Then again, I'm sure you noticed that." She paused to look up at her mother with sad eyes. "I got lost and found myself in the sanctum. I stayed there until I found my way here. Now, I live between both clans." She replied before her mother retorted to Dee as well. The smoke coming off her was enough to tell Jello that it was about to go down. The female was bracing herself to become a shield for her clan-mates.
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He observed the conflict, interactions, listened to the stories rolling off of unfamiliar lips like the smoke which unfurled from her shoulders; could practically feel her size him up, like she would pounce on him at any moment. He tensed instinctually, eyes narrowed and watching. Instead of physical confrontation, Chica let loose an array of enigmas from her gaping maw, vague responses which didn't quite connect with one another, incredibly illusive. She spoke in tongues, it seemed, wildly gesturing toward ideals of justice and truth like she owned them all, hiding under a veil of aggressive hostility. Even with his clanmates approaching from either side, he still stood rigid, something akin to a scowl tainting his features. Aside from the occasional glance at the excited Jelloshots beside them, his gaze rarely left Chica, a cold reminder of his initial distaste.
"History coming from a sailor's tongue. How nice." Losteyes hummed, shifting his weight into more of a slackened posture. She may have been one of the founders, but she was wildly untamed, swearing, hollering, and the Sanctuary was ever-changing. He cared quite little for the lessons of culture that may come from the snarl marring Chicagocrimes's face. Flicking an ear, he paused in gentle contemplation, resonating a sentiment which he held little malice behind. "I'm glad for your reunion, nonetheless." the Harbringer added. "Though next time we could certainly do without the veiled hostility." spoke with more venom added to a moreover unwavering tone. He didn't appreciate trespassers, former leaders or not.
Unrecognized names which she'd previously been searching for still ricocheted ugly through his skull. Mulling over the several lacks of faces, he presented a final answer, however disheartening. "The people you were looking for," besides Jelloshots, he supposed "they really aren't here. The Sanctuary was barren before our recent arrival." the small few that banded together to form the new Sanctuary were all unfamiliar with the previous members, land, so on, so forth. It was unfortunate, perhaps, though he payed it little mind.