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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Sunlight glowed upon the island so that every river that dotted the geography reflected back the same orange color, allowing light to flicker throughout every part of the territory, even throughout the thick forest and the dark underbrush. Humidity clung to Vesna's charcoal flank and hung from the tips of her fur, and every few steps was punctuated by the occasional annoyed grumble and a shake of her thin, glossy pelt. Even despite the basic Summer day permeating the entire island, an entirely different season seemed to follow the long, sweeping tail of the strange, black-furred feline who slowly strode to the rushing river, making up the border. From her pawsteps, the undeniable scent of death seemed to also follow, with carrion and corpses making up her natural smell. She could wash and wash and wash and the macabre detail would still always be a part of her, as if she were predicting an event to occur there just moments after. She was the angel of death and she swept through the mazes of coconut trees like a shadow slinking through the daytime, with no concern or care for where she drifted. A branch crackled and splintered beneath her delicate, tiny paw and she cast her singular emerald eye down to stare at it. The other eye glimmered and gleamed, a gemstone where living tissue should have been. A paw reached up and gently moved it, so that the smooth, cut parts pointed down towards the wood that now laid just beneath her. She did not smile yet something similar sparkled just within her optic.

    The smell of death made his muzzle wrinkle, and his throat gave a painful bob underneath the layer of white bandages that wrapped around his neck. He struggled to do things this morning, the effect of his wounds taking a bit of a toll on him. The war dog was tired and he narrowed his gaze against the sunlight as he made his way along the border from crossing the bridge. As he drew closer the smell seemed to get stronger and he swallowed thickly before shaking his head a bit and focusing on what was going on in front of him. A inky black feline was upon the border and watching the waters and a fallen tree branch? He tilted his head and jaws parted to say something but nothing came out. He had forgotten his injuries had muted him. Frowning he lightly tapped his paw against the ground to get her attention. wanting to know her reason for being here as his cropped ears pulled forward.

    YOU WERE BORN A LION, AND A LION YOU WILL STAY ! I AM A LION AND I WANT TO BE FREE

    Death was a scent that the beast was used to, it was ingrained into her brain and it's phantomly drafted in her nose with every wake. Obscuro was haunted, in little ways by death, the smell, the sensation, the ghost's that seemed to drift around her aura, swirling in a writhing mass of hate and unanswered questions of why. They plagued her ruthlessly, and she could do nothing but continue on with her life, even though some points of silence she felt herself drowning in them. She found ways to continue on, she always did.


    The stench of death during the middle of the day however was odd enough to drag the beast from her own thoughts, pulling free from eldritch thoughts as she stalked along the leader's scent with increasing worry. When she steeled herself for a grisly scene, her eyes were swirling with power, if not to fend off than to heal her leader, which to say showed on her expression when she noted that the leader was in fact safe, and that the smell was drifting from the pitch cat before them. The guarded expression didn't leave, but the meet threat that she seemed to pose- the power swirling around her started to crumble away as she took in the scene before her.


    Obscuro knew that the leader had been muted due to his injuries, and while he couldn't speak the female could. Her low voice was almost a growl, and her tone was slightly an improvement. "What are you doing here?"


    The smell of death was only vaguely familiar to young girl, for it was there at her own birth with her father dying on that same day. Willow didn't know that though, she could only feel uncomfortable at the strong smell and notice that her mother didn't seem too pleased with the appearance of this new person. Dark paws that carried her closer to Obscuro and Desmond as they eyed the strange feline before them and opted to keep quiet until her mother's question was answered by the stranger. " Hello... " Well, so much for not saying anything. She couldn't help it, for the odd feline drew curious questions in her mind.




    (c)trexgirl

    GUILLOTINE


    The smell of death caught her attention and she was quick to move onto the scene. Her eyes calm and locked onto the unknown before her as she joined the gathered. She stood close to Willow, in a protective manor. Her hood covering her face, the female would let her tail hang low behind her. Her silver eyes narrowed and it was clear she was ready for a fight. She would protect Willow at all costs. It was the least she could do. She had a deep respect for the deputy, and thus cared for her kids as well. Call it crazy. Call it what you want.



    (c)trexgirl