dancing in my storm — joining

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    butterflies.


    they seemed to be enchanted with the fem, moving around her, surrounding her. they danced on paper wings, none daring to touch her, all knowing what she was. in spite of her soft, almost angelic appearance, she was a predator. she was beautiful, a thin frame covered in silk-like cream colored hairs, delicate and almost gossamer in appearance. between them peered dark eyes, haunted by what had once happened, and what would one day happen.


    witch. demon. monster. they'd spat at her, back in paris, for her abilities. her gifts. she'd been born a psychic, something strange and foreign, and they saw it as unnatural. for a time, as a girl, she'd believed them. but she'd left her native france, and found a world much more accepting. a world where she wouldn't be criticized for how she was born, but loved, embraced. she was seen as special and magical, unusual in the most wonderful way. she'd been mentored for many months by those older, wiser, and now, she was free to make her own way in the world.


    so, she was there, sitting at the border of the rift. the feline, nearly thirty months old, looked beautiful. regal, foreign, lovely. she sat there, poised and graceful, those dark brown eyes watching over the border, waiting for someone to come.


    but she knew who'd come, she knew when. she knew everything that would come next.

    GO AGAINST THE GODS. – malkyn macabre rhodes.

    GO AGAINST THE REAPER. I'M AN ALMIGHTY CREATURE.


    Malkyn had been called many things in her time as a hellhound, none of which bothered her now. They used to, they used to make her upset, they used to trigger her aggression with highstrung emotions, and it only made things worse. But now? She allowed it to roll off her back. Why get upset when everything they said was true? She wasn't trying to make anyone out to be a liar, after all. A brute, a bitch, a beast, a monster. The Alpha moves in relative silence along the island's edges, her ears angled towards the city-state, feeling uncomfortable with Deathstroke and Feliks' presences within their camp, their safe place.


    She feels disgusting even thinking about Deathstroke sharing the same spaces as her, sharing the same leader, sharing the same everything. The male being here only makes her think of Bluesrock, of finding him a mess on their borders, in hysterical tears because of what he did. Her jaws part slightly to release a build up of smoke, irritated with her thoughts, irritated with their sorry excuse for a leader. Why wasn't a hound leading? Why was a non-hound leading? She would much rather see Cain up there, but the male was gone (again). Maybe she was just a little biased.


    Mal nearly steps on Lauren as she's moving along the island's edges, too caught up in her own thoughts, too caught up in her aggression and hostility surrounding The Rift's current predicament. She would've stepped on her had she not seen the movement out of the corner of her eye, directing her attention to the stranger. The massive creature squints slowly at her before opening her mouth to talk, smoke trickling from the edges of her mouth. "You're on The Rift's territory, what'd'ya want?"


    ALPHA OF THE CANOMAGICAE. CAINSMARK'S HELLHOUND.

    "you're unhappy. this is unfortunate."


    lauren's voice was as calm as still water, dark eyes focused on the hound, almost uninterested. just another piece of the puzzle that would make up the future. she shifted in her seat, thick tail wrapping around her paws, as small and nimble as the rest of her. "my name is lauren. i want to join."

    Cyrus had been hoping not to run into Malkyn again. After the incident with Feliks and Deathstroke, the questioning of his leadership by members who had only been there for a few days... He was trying to think of some way he could apologise or somehow keep the peace- a fight was the last thing he wanted. Seeing Malkyn and the joiner distracted him from those thoughts, but they were already going nowhere.

    "Welcome to the Rift, Lauren." Cyrus meowed, trying to sound welcoming, but honestly appearing to be tired. "Would you like a tour around the territory?"

    HAUNTEDPAW


    Trotting up, she made a point to ignore the hound. She hated her and the other two. Bullies. That was all they were. "Welcome to the rift." She offered as she moved over and sat beside Cy. "I am Hauntedpaw. This is Cyris, our leader. The hound is a bully. Call her whatever." She offered with a nod.


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