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    It was a tangible shape on the bloody horizon, the crest of rounded ears defiling the gory morning scene as the earth devoured a setting sky in agonizing bites, allowing it's life to spill across a pristine pink canvas in grisly brushtrokes of red paint.

    Chilled puddles of ice emerged from the atmosphere, frosted surfaces mirroring the execution of the night as morning reclaimed the heavenly throne. Golden kissed a shapely figurine, as if the sun had smeared it against it's lustrous beams across - a halo of fire eclipsed her, an ethereal crown of orange tongues. She wore it like a scorching headpiece, the embers of dawn over the rise in her soft brow.

    She appeared as the spirit of a goddess long passed, a heartbeat stilled by the ache of isolation, a glowing etch against the landscape. The hands of a warm breeze groped her frame with lustful hands, their insatiable craving to explore branding a trail of warmth against her skin.

    Heavy paws carried the leopard forward like a dream, sun-kissed toes careful in their waltz as she avoided crunching branches beneath her heel - a tail curled against the shape of a rounded flank, tip in rhythm with the dip of her hip as she moved. Limbs ceased in movement as she approached a border assembled from decomposing corpses.

    Behind she sat patiently, haunches settling into the foreign terrain, staring into the horizon as she awaited for someone to note her presence.



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    henri was still getting used to sand in his eyes. the wind sands were merciless on his irritated body, and he found himself spending time just shaking it all off. every time wind would blow, he'd get some in his mouth and it was just awful. the things i do for a home, huh? the former leader thought, eyes shut as he padded through the western part of the territory, for he didn't want to get his sclera all scratched up again.


    he paused when he opened his eyes, just a tiny bit, and saw a leopard. she seemed to just be sitting patiently like a good little girl, and thus henri was persuaded enough to go bide his time talking to someone he didn't know.


    among the corpses slid up henri, crimson eyes narrowed in curiosity. "what's a pretty thing like you doing out here in the desert?" he said, grinning. "got some business for bloodclan?"

    "Not everything is about business, Henri," came the chime of a melodic voice as Talia made her approach, settling her six-foot form down next to one of the more recent newcomers to blink kindly at the stranger painted across the horizon. Her silver-green eyes, while clear and vivid, held a cloudy, pensive look that could easily be mistaken as stormy though her smile remained kind and graceful.


    "Who knows? Maybe she's here for pleasure," she added with a harmless, teasing smirk, dipping her horned head in greeting until the gentle curve of her chin touched the green rune pulsing warmly on her silver chest. When she righted herself again, her smile was gentle again, kind as she was in theory (although not always in action).


    Though her eyes had slowly begun to clear, she still held the bond between her and her wife tightly in her grasp, almost as if she feared it would disappear should she let go. Instead, she caressed the tether, if only just to touch, just to assure, just to hold. "Talia Pendragon. Mind introducing yourself, stranger?"

    Warm wind had caught the curl of a peach tongue, filling senses with the aroma of the sand dunes. Of pristine white sands and carrion; a distinct smell that touched her, a breath of something sentimental, something quiet. It filled the lungs until they ached, and she let it escape her chest in a long exhale -- a tender hum that rattled the ribs.


    Rounded ears had tittered as the down against their pink skin was tickled by the unfamiliar vowels of a flirtatious greeting, followed by a taunt. The steady drum of paws had beckoned yet another visitor, and a pretty face had angled towards the two figures that stood before her.


    "You’re my business," The tease fell from her mouth like a honeyed stream, sweet, playful and velvety upon corduroy lips that seemed to upturn in the phantom of a smile as serrated teeth poked through lips. "My name is Athena Caedis, I’m here to join." Continued the sugary croon, soft yet pleasant to the ears with a brush of mischief between sugary syllables as she offered a wink to the fellow red-eyed being. Who said the she couldn’t have fun? It would be amusing to play along - the snow-furred gentleman was nice to look at, anyhow.


    Colors of yellow smeared over her pristine fur, staining the soft wisps that curled delightfully over her chest, and guiding a taut chin toward the horned creature who had teased her companion. Plush toes stirred over earth, leaning into the wind that cradled the shapes of her body with flushed arms as she offered a polite dip of a pearly chin to the being. “Hey, don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” She had smirked then, a sound had stirring in her chest, flapping against her bones like a caged bird - it filled her throat until she choked on it. The laughter that vibrated from between the curve in her teeth had resonated as she sunk into the sensation of her chest heaving with amusement.


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    Finch slunk forwards, not a sound escaping her paws as she made her way towards the commotion. She moved in the shadows of the scarce brush and cacti that dotted the landscape, her white fur blending well with the sand. That was, until she came face to face with Athena. She pinned her large ears to the side of her head, examining the girl before speaking.


    "When a cover is all you have to judge a book by, sometimes you have to. Finch Harbringer. Where you from, Athena?"


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    //that wrITING !!! welcome to bc!!


    Ooh, who was this? Barbara was quick to approach after Finch, finding a random place to stand in the crowd, though her gaze was fixed on the newcomer before her. Athena Caedis- Athena. That was the goddess of, like, wisdom and war was called, right? Barb didn't know or care much about religion or mythology, she had heard of this goddess probably because she was a badass and, although just a legend, pretty fucking cool. The femme couldn't help but wonder if his lovely leopard was as cool as the goddess was? She certainly was as hot as she was. "Hm, nice to meet you, princess," the queen rumbled with a smirk curling up at the corners of her lips. "Th' name's Barbara Fawkes - you can call me Barbie, though. Welcome to the clan, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything, hm?" And anything meant anything - this girl was fucking gorgeous, and Barb unashamedly hoped she'd be able to get her in her bed sometime soon.

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    Athena... wasn't that the one goddess of... something? Jonah didn't know much about Greek mythology, but he had heard something about Athena being a goddess or something, but he wasn't sure. Shrugging to himself, the energetic puppy just decided to cast that thought aside and focus on the fact that this lady was joining, and she seemed nice. Well, he thought of most people to be nice, just as long as they didn't hurt him or his friends. But this lady didn't seem like she wanted to hurt anyone, but just wanted to join. "Hey! I'm Jonah! Welcome to BloodClan," he beamed, prancing in a little circle before finally coming to a halt to sit still. He always seemed to get a little overexcited to see new members come into the clan.

    "Don't judge a book by its cover, eh? Very well. We'll see soon enough how the contents compare to the sleeve," commented the hound with a shrug of her graceful shoulder, head tossing to the side to fix her intrigued gaze on the newcomer. While certainly elusive and having shared no information, Athena seemed pretty okay save the name. All it did was remind Talia of the home she left behind - the home that wasn't home anymore but rather a disappointment lodged in the back of her throat.


    Athena. Wasn't that a god's name? Closing her eyes, the hound could remember her childhood so many years ago, being led through the TidalClan marketplace by Apollo when she had still been Winterkit. Gods, he said, gods in the sky and that one was Athena; Athena, intelligent and fierce in combat, born from Zeus' head. While a respectable figure in history, Talia had a bad rap sheet with gods - they were selfish, cruel, manipulative. Gods were violent gods. Gods were selfish gods.


    Talia knew as much. Once upon a time, she was one... she would still be one had it not been for the Darkness writhing in her flesh. Freyja lost her grasp on her the moment Talia became a hound.


    Athena was pretty cool, she supposed. She hoped she had nothing to do with gods.


    At the others' approach, the hound's attention focused on the present, dragging her out of her own memories until her cloudy gaze was fixed on Barbara's sweet introduction. Lips curving into a smirk, Talia teased, "Why, Barbara, you never offered me such graciousness. I'm hurt."

    *:･ﾟ✦ HYPOKRISIS, KAGAMINE

    —— built with a heart, broken from the start | plot & information *:･ﾟ✦

    much like taila, the other's birth given name catches instant intrigue as she speaks it into the desert air. for hypokrisis was one who had always found passion for those tales of tragedy written by the greeks so long ago, holding dreams and pleasure from reading tales upon neatly type books with dust thick about the cover. though now, he was sick of dreams. he wanted real things, things he could touch, things he could see, things which could be present. yet all the same, within his tattered mind various tales lined with beautiful doom were present and so athena was swiftly recognized.


    hypokrisis stepped forth upon the border on unsteady paws, fierce gashes and bluish bruises blossoming across fragile frame like that of lilac flowers and appearing just a livid and tattered in galaxy strewn mind as he was broken in body. the lovely being looked to athena with star dipped eyes and expression of attempted neutrality. "Athena," he begins, tone sickly-sweet within it's indulgence, "Like the greek goddess of wisdom." the priest stated this more so like a fact than a question before continuing. "Hypokrisis," he introduced, a greek name for the other's own, "I'm the priest here, if you're ever hurt or sick just come to me."


    The next to approach was Marcelene, someone who could never even dream of being as gorgeous as Athena. With her ribs jutting out of her sides and a dirty, sandy colored coat that constantly seemed to be ruffled, she was far from pretty. The youthful canine felt a pang of jealousy deep inside of her, the sickly green claws of envy curling around her soul before slipping away as quickly as they had come. She offered the newcomer a mischievous smile, the sharp, white blades of her teeth jutting out from her inky black maw. "Welcome to BloodClan, Ath. Thena. Athe. Jesus fuck, your name is hard to get a nickname out of. I'm Marcelene, by the way."