NEVER HAVE I FELT SO STRONG | O, THE SANCTUARY

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    ❝ I'M OUTTA HERE ❞ hawkclan is a group frisk speaks of fondly. after all, this is the very clan that gave mercy housing when all of that shadowclan drama went down, and despite frisk's background (or, what background they've been willing to admit to) littlestar is one of the few people that is willing to look past it. this warms them in a way, even gives them someone to look up to, and the flower marred kitten slips up onto the border without haste, a basket of typical common goods (with one of jelloshots' prized pies) wedged between their teeth. they set it down at their paws upon halting, glance over their shoulder to acknowledge their brother, whom had traveled with them upon them asking, "uh... have you ever been to hawkclan?"

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    Although he had done it once before, travelling to HawkClan as friends rather than enemies was a strange and unnerving thing to Haiiro. As an ex-ShadowClanner, he still couldn't help but feel as if he should be accompanied by a troop of clanmates, ready for battle. Then again, he had never attended any raids, knowing that his ability to fight was lacking, and he would only end up being a burden to the Clan. Other than Clan history, he had no beef with HawkClan, and reminded himself of that with every pained step he took toward the border. No longer a ShadowClanner, he had nothing to fear from these people, and they had nothing to fear from him. It would be fine.


    "There was a party here when I was in the Sanctum. I ran into a friend from ShadowClan who escaped when I did," Haiiro responded to Frisk's question, voice low and soft. Here, it would not do him well to bring up the name of his old home, as it was likely their status as enemies hadn't changed. On the bright side, he only felt mild panic clench in his chest at the memories of the day he got out of there. Thoughts of his old home no longer gripped his body in terror, and for that, he was thankful.

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    It was refreshing, being able to meet her cousin without feeling any sort of guilt or discomfort. Rather than her customary frown, the dainty molly bore a warm smile as she approached, although a hint of awkwardness clung to her after what had gone down between them; it was a bit strange, knowing she'd sobbed into the arms of this child so very recently. Her, a grown adult. It wasn't often that she felt like one, though, if she were being completely honest.


    "Frisk," she purred upon reaching them, a hint of amusement in her tone as she went on to make a jest. "Long time no see. How is everything?" Then she turned to the creature beside her, who was unfamiliar. "I'm Mercy. What's your name?"


    Unfortunately, it seemed that the first person to arrive was both unfamiliar, and knew Frisk. After so many months, Haiiro had grown used to the fact that Frisk had seemingly been around much longer than himself despite their age, and knew many more people, but it was always strange to think about just how much he had missed of his little sibling's life. The warm greeting from Mercy to Frisk didn't go unnoticed by the rather perceptive hybrid, and he simply took it in stride that this was yet another person who cared for Frisk. Really, they were lucky that so many people loved them.


    As her attention turned on him, Haiiro took a moment to dip his head in greeting before saying, "I'm Haiiro, Frisk's brother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mercy." Easily, he paired his words with a gentle smile, feeling as if he needed to make a good impression on this lady. After all, he liked to think that a friend of Frisk was someone worth having as a friend for him as well.

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    ★ ★ ★ The demon would drift over and take a seat. She looked like her father Bill, and she was sure that one day it would haunt her. It always did. She was trying hard to not let that show. After all, no need to fear what is sure to be true. the girl was here to listen in. Not to be worried. So, she would shift and offer a soft smile to the gathered.


    "Speech."

    YOU SEALED YOUR DEMISE