ALL SHE LOVED SHE LOVED ALONE — GRAVECLAN GIFTS
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The looming presence of the ember flecked lion-creature burned a hole right in the top of his skull, a flash-flood of lava like memories collecting in his head, sparks of remembrance flickering, fluttering along his eyelids. Chicagogrimes was acknowledged purely on coincidence, in his case, at least. He'd been patrolling along the border which she coincidentally had lumbered up to, meandering with keen ears and an indifferent gait until he caught sight of her; he hadn't stopped, but slowed his pursuit, ambling toward her with more of a quietly disgruntled air. Losteyes stopped in front of Chica a half-lidded mossy gaze. "You stayed at the border this time." he commented, carried by an airy tone tinted with sarcasm, just because he was feeling snarky that afternoon.
Shifting his weight back with a roll of his shoulders, the pale feline eyed the basket clamped between her jaws, and after a moment he continued. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Chica. Thanks for the gifts." it was a premature assumption, though he felt confident in his guess that the basket was for the bulk of them. The tinges of malice in his tone were subtle, though he didn't wish any ill on the GraveClanner; annoyance, maybe. He could still behave himself. "Are you here to see anyone specific again?" Jelloshots, perhaps? And Skylines was another member that had been baffled by the Sanctuary's changes; maybe he knew Chica, too.
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oh, joy. lost-whatsit found her first. the girl pulls off a bleak smile at his little jibe and unlike him, the sarcasm in her deep, intoned voice is clear as day, "i decided ta be a good girl t'day." rumbles she, slightly curved ears being angled in his direction as her head dips, and jaws release the package. she then straightens up with a smirk, expression scandalous and posture firm. pleasure to see her? white lies, in the eyes of the beast, but she doesn't dare call him out on it. she's supposed to be good, remember? she nudges the basket forward with a large paw, orange hues lilting briefly up towards the canopies before falling back to he. "yer welcome. its got baked goods, daggers.. oh, 'n ointment fer yer lot's scars. maybe ya can finally do 'bout all of that." eyes linger purposefully and pointedly on the cicatrixes that tattoo his face, almost as if she's trying to get a rise out of him. so much for being a 'good girl'. "'m visiting jells and ah.. i heard sky was back." she carries on, seemingly forgetting the fact that she just insulted the man not even a minute ago, "s'that true?"
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wide mint green eyes landed on the stranger and her eyes lit up. new faces were always fun, even if it was just a new face that was swinging by with gifts. olive just hoped the ally brought her some flower crowns or something. her neck was already adorned with a beautiful necklace, but she wanted to feel the grace and be touched by nature-- even if the flowers were going to wilt and were already in the process of death, they were still beautiful and made her feel even more beautiful than she already was.
the cool-hued clouded leopard joyfully sauntered into view, her pearly canines catching light as they peeked from under her lips. "i have not the slightest clue about this sky but i am intrigued by the basket. have you any flower crowns?" she would inquire with that signature voice, so soft and sweet. olive attempted to peer into the basket but was immediately overcome with a feeling of guilt for snooping despite the gifts being brought to the sanctuary regardless.
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orange hues meet green, and the smile slips from chica's maw. she expects jelloshots, she expects skylines, but she does not expect her. shock pulsates, an uncomfortable feeling beneath her skin, and the girl fixes the other with a wide-eyed stare. in just a matter of moments, any arrogance or rudeness she's displayed prior has been sucked up, a startled shell in its place. her attempts to get a reaction out of losteyes is forgotten, and really, everything else is forgotten too; losteyes, the gift basket, the borderline, the territory, all unrememberable in this moment of shock. all except her. "olive? yer alive?" she ignores the question regarding to flower crowns, as her voice comes out in a croaky whisper, one that breezes past her maw. its olive, her supposedly dead fiancé back from the grave, and— fucking hell, is that the engagement gift she gave her? her throat tightens as eyes fall to the leopard's neck, ogle the gold-silver chain, the silver snow-capped clasp, and the tear-cut ruby pendant, nestled neatly against her beating, living, chest.
chica's abrupt change in attitude is startling. as her significant other leans forward to peer into the basket, she shrinks back, as if olive is a vision and getting any closer to her will make her vanish. but chicagocrimes knows, she knows its her. at first, she's distressed that her beloved doesnt recognize her, but then immediately pins it on the new body. its different than the original, not by very much, but enough that people would have to ask. "olive, its—its me, chica." she edges closer to the border and extends a limb, aiming to splay her paw against the others cheek, cupping it, "yer fiance?" god, please dont let her hate her.
/IM FREAKING SHOOK, IM Y E L L I N G ITS BAE
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she didn't withdrawal from the touch, but somewhat sank into it without consciously doing so. her gaze softened and the guilt melted away somewhat, her posture growing more relaxed by the second. "my fiancé?" olive couldn't recall ever being proposed to, or proposing, but recently she couldn't really remember much aside from this being her home, and her name being olive. but other than that, there was nothing
the clouded leopard would slowly pull away, pulling her own paw to the warmth of her cheek. the comfort began to transform and morph into confusion, eyebrows pinched ever so slightly. "chica?" she would echo. she wanted to know who this person was, but couldn't. the name sounded familiar but she wasn't sure if she actually knew them, or if she was being influenced but the one who had touched her so fondly.
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★ ★ ★ sky had always liked chica. perhaps it was just that she'd been one of the first creatures he'd met in the sanctuary, but she felt safe to him, she felt familiar. he'd been more than unsettled when he'd woken up-- how long had it been since the day he'd woken up? a week? two? he'd been busy every day recently, getting adjusted to this new version of his clan, meeting new faces and making a new name for himself-- and heard that she had disappeared. chica and the sanctuary were linked together in his mind, like... like him and clocks, him and the spirits-- or perhaps more like him and destrian, since they'd parted from each other just like chica had from her clan.
she had a very distinct aura to her-- not a friendly aura, or a warm aura, but an aura that was so familiar to sky that he was drawn to it almost magnetically. this was how he ended up on the border of sanctuary territory, standing with losteyes, who he hardly knew, and across from chica, who he knew like a friend. she was in a different body, one he'd never seen before, but he still knew it was her. recognition flashed across his eyes, bright and sudden. it was like he was seeing a ghost. he struggled to pull in a breath. the air felt thick, more like liquid than gas, like he might not fall straight down if he fainted, but rather float. his head felt foggy. he blinked once, then twice, then three times, wearing a frightened and uneasy expression, like he thought that the creature standing in front of him might disappear every time his eyes opened again. "chica?"
and then there was another beside him, someone he didn't recognize physically, but also felt familiar-- familiar in soul. his chest ached. his head ached. he could hear sounds, but they weren't processing in his mind properly. they were going in one ear and out the other without registering any meaning in his brain. he vaguely wondered if he was dreaming, or if he was Away again. his claws extended and found their way into the ground, gripping it like he was afraid he would drift away if he didn't hold on so tightly that the muscles in his legs trembled. "why?" he whispered, one simple word that asked for everything he needed to know, that asked for the answers to a million questions that he'd been unable to answer himself. why was she here? why did she leave in the first place? why did his head feel foggy, his heart feel heavy? why had everything changed so fast? and why was he still here after the changes? why had he been left here when everything else, everyone else, had left him again?
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