I'M YOUR FATHER [temp stay] NUUU

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    'Dimitri. Aw sh*6, Dimitri. He's gonna be here, isn't he? Maybe I shouldn't have come.'

    An entirely white tiger with a mane sat upon the Shadow Veil's border, anxiously twitching about deciding wether or not he should leave.

    But Molina might be here.

    And if she's not?

    The large, scarred entity took a deep breath.

    I'll be fine. ShadowClan is nice, isn't it? That'd why I left her there in the first place...

    Thinking back on how he'd left his adopted child Rob couldn't help but regret how it all had to end. He'd left Molina here because they hadn't been safe in SunClan. Rob had been on the edge of being a convict and had to get her out before he'd gone down hill, and gone down hill he certainly did. He'd been locked up by his best friend, the being whom he had bene the best man for, Suga Arcanium, for an act he'd committed in his youth. Then stupidly enough he managed to become Dimitri's blood bag. And having escaped he'd promised himself not to go back to civilization -- there was nothing there left for him. But, standing the tests of time Robespierre had finally broken to see his one known child, Moline.

    If she's even still here, that is.

    Repositioning himself the large maned tiger, covered with scars and weapons looked down at the brand on his chest.

    I wonder if they're SunClan's allies... If they are then I might just be screwed, thought the male, looking down at the large sun-shaped brand on his chest, marking him as a prisoner to the pro-clan superpower.

    Well, he'd just have to wait and see.


    THERE'S A DANGEROUS KIND OF COOL ABOUT YOU —

    steve had been out in the woods on a walk to clear his mind a bit. ever since his encounter with nancy, something had certainly been off about the tom. it was almost like he lost his cool factor. hell- his beloved sunglasses were even broken. seeing how it had only been a few days since his heart was shattered, steve had trouble focusing on anything other than their fallout. he couldn’t recall the last time he laughed or smiled- the typical post angst of a breakup.


    catching an unfamiliar scent, the longhaired tabby was taken from his thoughts and looked for a source. eventually, his amber optics caught sight of robbie. padding forward, steve eventually found himself standing before the scarred tiger. “you uh- you got a name and business here? ‘cause you’re tresspassing otherwise”, he explained in a dull manner, straying far from his usual character. he was too sad to be interesting.

           


    There was a lot of confusion in Molina's memories when it came to her early life. The haze seemed to plague her like decay to the dead as if it sought to haunting her entirety- what little vision she managed to hold on to, her judgment, her past. It would be frustrating for anyone to remember so little of where they had come from, but to a little girl who's mental stability was on a downward slope to rock-bottom? The haze was slowly becoming a larger issues than ever.


    Even now as the battered girl approached on lightened paws in response to Steve's call, for what she assumed to be another joiner, her remaining eye appeared rather dull as she struggled to see more than a few feet from her nose. Truthfully, sometimes she didn't even bother to look up at her destination should she be on a straight course- really there was no point. Now was one of those moments and she allowed her mind to wander to her injuries. The empty eye socket of her left side throbbed with a dull ache as she reminded herself to rework her bindings after the interaction.


    However, the moment she sense she was near enough and raised her chin to await the stranger's response, Molina's blood ran cold as she realized it was no stranger at their border. Now there were a lot of missing pieces from her past, but the creature that stood before her held a face she could never forget, no matter how hard she had tried. A heartbeat passed as she stared the tiger down, then another, and another. Her once gentle features had hardened in her cold stare in silent refusal to give anything away despite her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you doing here?", she asked lowly, though, it was not a question she was asking , but rather a demand.

    — ET ON FINIT SOLO / TAGS (1/11)

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    The large ivory tiger jumped in mild fright as the classic brown tabby appeared, his amber eyes reminding the tiger of an unwanted dragon in his unwanted childhood. Shaking his head, looking rather dumb and disturbed, the feline opened his maw only to have nothing come out -- a puff of air at most.

    What am I supposed to tell him?

    Robespierre was a wanted man. SunClan. Dimitri. Heck, probably even Pierce was still fuming at him for leavaing with no adieu.

    He would tell the truth. It's not like this guy had any connections to the people whom now supposed despised him -- according to Rob's own mind, that is.

    "I am Robespierre Silvan-Grimes, at yo-," the being cut short, eyes growing wide as a new face set upon the scene. "Molina," his small voice echoed his thoughts as flashing images of a little ginger tabby entered his mind.

    He'd taken in Molina when she was so, so small, and had left her just the same. Fate had intertwined the two as he'd been the only one in SunClan at the time to speak French, nevertheless to love children. A medical guru and the clan's resident dad it had only been common sense for him to take the little refuge in whom seemed to have no real recollection of her old home.

    But this cat wasn't her. It couldn't be. The Molina he'd left was so bright, sad, yet fun of light. A practical ray of sunshine. His ray of sunshine. She had been his only small child when he'd left; the only one that still depended on him. And this grown-up, stern face couldn't possibly be hers. The scars, the missing window to the soul. If this was her he had d*mned her. He had thrown her to the wolves and had come back a terrible, guilty father. But, he was already guilty. Guilty of leaving her. Guilty of letting Dimititri get the best of him, to let the d*amned vampire get into his brain and tell his one best friend Suga of a previous, forced betrayal on his part.

    You're a murderer. Karma's a b*tch, his brain would tell him.

    It wasn't me. I didn't mean it. It was all Sauron.

    And when your clanmates told you not to you still did.

    Because I was scared.

    He'd always been scared. Scared is what had gotten the tiger into trouble. Scared to go against Sauron, killed a SunClanner. Scared to get Kalei involved in his problems, left her to dust. Scared to be alone, joined SunClan. Scared to be heard, told Dimitri, Scared to be caught, betrayed everyone. Betrayed his own d*mn child.

    A stray tear dribbled down from the feline's blue eyes. He wiped it away. "Te souviens...?," Do you remember...? the tiger spoke quietly. He said he would come back. And he did. Just, not when she had needed it.


    Holy shit, this guy was huge. Maybe Blake shouldn’t be shocked, after everyone they’d met, but he was- they’d never seen a tiger before, they didn’t think, not one like him. He was hella cool, though the lynx point wasn’t sure they’d arrived at the scene at the best of times. Apparrently, he knew that girl that seemed super friendly but had also kind of... tortured that one guy, the girl whose name they still couldn’t remember. Hell, they didn’t know anyone’s name around here, except maybe that leader lady- Sec-something? Suck? Oh, never mind.


    They came to stand near Steve, forest gaze flickering over to Molina and then Rob at the two’s exchange, though Robespierre’s words made absolutely no sense to them- they only knew the one language, and that was English, so they were a little confused as the stranger spoke, but nonetheless, they offered him a charming, though a bit uncertain smile, introducing themself simply, “I’m Blake.” They probably shouldn’t be interrupting this at all, but it’d be rude not to say anything. Probably.


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    The atmosphere surrounding the growing group was one he had felt not too long ago, before he had left to join a clan without a clue as to exactly where he was goin and for once, Guitarstrings had grown eerily quite as he padded noiselessly over to the group to keep an eye on just who caused such an uncomfortable sensation to drift around everyone.


    Golden orbs drifted to look at the massive creature trespassing and could only stare at him for a moment before his gaze turned to Molina to get some confirmation that any of them shouldn't just tell him to scram now or stay so the two could talk things over. The ladder didn't seem to wise, even if he wasn't all that aquatinted with the tabby, they were still clanmates and he wouldn't leave them alone with someone that could hurt her! That just wasn't right, it wasn't what should be done in this situation if it was anything like he had gone through.



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    Forunte had not been kind to either of them it seemed. Both had taken a beating or two since they had last seen each other- or rather since he had abandoned her in a foreign territory without a second thought. The space between the two felines crackled with tense energy as Molina sat comepletly stagnant, watching Rob with an icy stare that could kill. Her name in his mouth was enough to make her want to cringe, but she forced the feeling inward and pushed her delicate claws into the earth below.


    As Blake and Guitarstrings approached, the young medic’s ear flicked in their direction at the sounds of their steps through the forest, though swiveled back around after Blake spoke their introduction. Not a threat. A deep frown spread onto her features as she watched the tiger whipe away a ear from the corner of his eye. Was he really the one crying right now? The man that left her behind was now stood before her all teary eyed and pitiful.


    Molina didn’t care that he was scared, that he had no other choice. None of that mattered to her now. What mattered was getting answers to whatever she wanted. The past, her abandonment, what he thought gave him the right to cry like she had wronged him. “You didn’t answer me. Why are you here?” The girl was becoming angry now, and her ears laid back as her sunny fur began to sant up. “Réponds-moi!”

    — ET ON FINIT SOLO / TAGS (1/11)


    Roebespierre had been through enough drama for several lifetimes. Enough scars. He was practically Freddy Krueger in terms of all the pink flesh which adorned his body, uncovered by fur. His brilliant scars were a sign of age, a sign of maturity and wiseness; but, to Rob they had all only brought up mistakes and bad memories.

    Perhaps in his life he was atoning for his parent's sins. Rick Grimes had done a whole lot. Tauriel Silvan and her son, his brother, had done a whole lot against the good of humanity. Was Rob's purpose to pay for it all? And had he passed this all down to Molina?

    The rugged look in her eye, the betrayal, was all to evident. Rob could barely even process the procession of creatures coming about to watch the drama unfold.

    She's yelling.

    His ears folded down upon themselves and he looked down, avoiding his problems. Avoiding seeing the face of his only known daughter distraught and angry with him. With him. It had never been at him before. The tiger's heart traveled to his throat and he felt unable to speak, unable to give into what she demanded.

    You shoudn't have come here.

    You shouldn't have come here.

    I shouldn't have come here.

    The nervous twitch was back. Moving his head slowly back to level with his adopted daughter's, well, if she even wanted to be his daughter anymore. If she even considered him her father anymore. He shakily sucked in another breath.

    "I-I-," the stutter was back, "I told you I'd c-come back," he finished, putting his head down once more and wincing.

    Too much.

    Too much.

    Too much.

    We should just leave.

    She doesn't want us here anyways.


    "Who is this and why the fuck is he here?" She didn't like it, all of her mother instincts told her to get rid of the threat that was posed to Molina right now. She was getting emotional and this tiger was the cause of it. Her tail wavered in the air, her dark shape forming out of the shade that the trees had given her as she narrowed her eyes and focused on what was going on here. Her eyes narrowed, glowing and heated paws burning the ground as she took a threatening step forward toward the male. Her eyes narrowed as her stocky body crouched, prepping as if to launch herself at him and shove him away from the young female if there was a need to. After all while this guy seemed to have some type of connection to Molina he had never been here to take care of her and help her when she needed to be help. Frankly the lioness had been and she bared her sharp teeth, showing that glowing maw of her's that wavered with intense heat.

    Maybe it was Robbie who had bestowed such misfortune upon his daughter- like a crown she never asked to be passed down to. Just as scars mantled his body, Molina's own were displayed for everyone to see and marvel at- to whisper about behind turned corners. They gave her no sense of pride in her ability to overcome, or wisdom as they should have. Only a sense of loathing for what she lacked, and god there was so much that she did. There was that anger again. The one that drove her to take out her frustrations on subjects, the one that allowed her to take her weak revenge on Reiki; and though she worried about its origins in the back of her head, the girl made no attempts to calm herself down.


    As the tiger brought his head down to cry, Molina's nose lifted in indignation, a quiet scoff escaping her lips. He couldn't be serious. "Comment oses-tu."(How dare you.), she growled through gritted teeth, her remaining golden eye glimmering with cold fury as she locked onto his leveled gaze. Even as Sekhmet approached, her stare remained unblinking at their visitor. "He is my father,", she paused, thinking a moment. He was the closest thing she had ever gotten to a parent, and even he left her behind. "He took me in- or at least he did for awhile before he dumped me here like garbage." Though she believed it to be the truth, the harsh words really weren't meant to be an explanation for Sek, but instead a verbal attack on the man she hated she still considered a father.

    — ET ON FINIT SOLO / TAGS (1/11)

    Oh f*ck.

    The thought rang through his head, heart thumping in his chest as another feline approached him in an offensive stance

    I don't want to fight.

    Don't make me fight.

    He stepped back, a wild look appearing in his frosty eyes. After being in the wild for so long, after running for so long, Robespierre couldn't stop to slow down and think. Thinking led to bad decisions. But, not thinking as he was doing now led to irrational fear. He was just as big as this fiery feline. He lived just as long as her, if not longer. Yet he looked at her as though he was a scared, beaten kitten.

    How dare he?

    Yes, how dare I.

    He'd left her. What right did he still have to her?

    Shifting his gaze back to his enraged daughter Rob saw a glimmer of hope as she announced that he was her father. Well, that was until she insinuated that she was garbage to him.

    "Je ne voulais pas-," (I didn't mean-) no, no, that wouldn't make it any better. Wouldn't make her understand. Actions, of course, spoke more than words. He just wanted to wrap her up in his own being again. Keep her from the cold, outside world as he'd done when she'd been a fiery little child full of life. Had he taken that from her? He'd been so worried... he hadn't paused to think.

    His heart was in his throat once again.

    "I-I did it to try and protect us. It-It wasn't safe for us, anymore," spoke the tiger, his voice wavering slightly as he attempted to stay clam. As he spoke he dragged a single paw against his chest, unconsciously touching the brand which had marked him as a prisoner of their old home.

    You could have at least left her with Pierce, BlizzardClan. Pierce would've been a great father to her.

    And have him ask where we were going? Dumping our kid on him?

    He didn't deserve that.

    He didn't deserve anything we did to him.

    What other option was there?


    Another scoff exited the young girl's maw, her eyes rolling at his pitiful answers. More than anything she wanted to believe that he was lying, that there was some better reason out there for why he simply couldn't have taken her with him wherever he had gone to escape whatever danger had made Sunclan so unsafe for them to stay. Her eye dropped down to the brand across his chest for but a moment before she pulled it back up to his watery gaze. "Bien sûr." (Of course...), she muttered lowly, suddenly raking a set of claws back through the dirt, as the anger within her sparked with a new fury. "Parce que j'étais tellement plus sûr ici, à droite?"(Because I was so much safer here, right?)


    "Look at me goddammit!", she demanded, slamming a foot down as her bushy ginger tail lashed behind her. The healing scratches that clawed down the bottom of her empty left socket were beginning to tear open all over again, spots of blood beginning to breach the surface as her face contorted in anger. "Look what happened to me- what he did to me because you left me here!" Hot tears pricked at her remaining eye and threaten to spill over the edge. Despite all of this, only one question remained in her mind: Why did he not want her enough to keep her with him?

    — ET ON FINIT SOLO / TAGS (1/11)