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    HE’S GOT STARS IN HIS EYES —

    jukeboxpaw was exhausted, to say the least despite his fluffy, jet black pelt- the pup had always loved the sun. however, a long day in such heat had really tired him out. . the adventurous soul had spent his day exploring the beach in attempts to become more familiar with his new home. he wasn't entirely sure how he ended up here in the first place, but he wasn't one to complain. wherever he came from certainly wasn't better then this paradise.


    contemplating how to spend the rest of his day, the bernese mountain dog decided that heading back to his room within the lighthouse was his best bet. besides, if he went to bed early, that meant more energy for exploring tomorrow! his tail began to wag at the thought. daily adventures were certainly the spice of life in juke's opinion. the canine trotted merrily towards the tall structure, his mind bustling with possible ideas for tomorrow. maybe he would try his hand at swimming, or even fishing? as a kid with limited responsibility, the possibilities seemed endless.


    all was well until he reached the steps of the lighthouse, where a sudden sharp pang in his head caused him to stumble back and fall back. upon his fall, he managed to hit his head against the metal railing with quite some force. when jukeboxpaw opened his eyes, the once sunny beach began to melt and shift into a darker land. the warm sand beneath his paws turned to a moist soil. it seemed that he was in a forest. something about the dense tree cover was comforting to juke- it felt homelike and comforting. of course, jukeboxpaw didn't really know what a home was like. after all, he had only been in the rift for a few days. the canine took a hesitant step forward, and found that he was unable to move. had he teleported? the pup wasn't too sure, and was beginning to feel more nervous by the minute.


    before he could take in his current surroundings, the world began to swirl and shift until he stood upon a cold, ice-like substance unknown to him as snow. however, unlike ice, this snow was red. was snow red? juke couldn't remember, but it looked awfully like blood. lost in thought, the bernese mountain dog was only brought back to his dream-like state when a body fell before him. it was a feline of some sorts, but what mattered most to juke was that it was dead. he felt tears brim at his eyes when he realized that snow was certainly not red, and his worst suspicions were true. a wave of panic overcame the canine, he wanted to run and hide but couldn't. he was stuck, and as he tore his eyes off the ground he found himself in the same place as before, yet this scene was ravaged by battle. unbeknownst to him, it was his former home- the thunderlands. surly enough, they were being attacked.


    "juke! run! run, juju run!", screamed a voice from behind that ran chills down his spine. it was something about the pure terror in her voice, or perhaps familiarity of her tone that sent such a sensation through his body. she was calling to him, but he couldn't move. he pushed himself to run, but couldn't. he was stuck, once again. "go! go-", added the same voice, only to be cut off by a blood-hurdling scream. never had he heard such a terrible noise. from the corner of his eye, he saw her fall. it was a canine who looked just like him, almost eerily like him. jukeboxpaw felt sick to his stomach with fear. why did he know that voice? why did it cause him such panic? most importantly, why him? he tried to yell back but alas he was silenced by the dream-like state he was enclosed in.


    when he opened his eyes the third time, it was accompanied by a cry of terror at the horrible sights of war. however, he found himself fully mobile at the base of the lighthouse, slumped against the wall with a throbbing in his head. the bernese mountain dog didn't know what to make of what he had seen, and resorted immediately to tears. was any of it real? what did it mean? how could she see him? the endless possibilities to jukeboxpaw were almost as terrifying as the sights he had endured. "f-frightfur? i need fright!", he whined to no one in particular between heaving sobs. the serval was the one who had brought him here, and the guy was the closest thing to family he had- or at least he thought.


    [ so sorry for the inactivity as of late !! also, Frightfur Seraphim M. ! ]



           

    Just like Jukeboxpaw, Dusk had the clever idea of signing off for the day and waking up bright and early in the morning. Her plan, however, is derailed by the sight of a big dog (bigger than her, at least) slumped against the base of the lighthouse, his head uncomfortably positioned by the metal railing. Atop the steps, the ocelot cub peers down through the bars at the boy as she ponders over whether he's asleep or unconscious.


    Then he wakes up.


    Dusk flinches as the boy begins to cry. "Ah," she says, descending the stairs towards him. Concern is evident in the blue depths of her gaze. "Are you hurt?" He must be, if he's calling for her father, a doctor. "Please don't cry. Uhm..."


    She races up the stairs once more to fetch a blanket from one of the sofas on the bottom floor. When she returns to Juke, she's clutching a mint-colored, fluffy cover between her teeth. "Here," goes her muffled voice as she clumsily throws the blanket over the boy, pulling the spit-dotted corner away from his body as an afterthought. She's sure that he can make use of it somehow.

    WIDE EYED, VIVID SIGHT !

    Jayanti - female - 14 moons - The Rift



    ❝Although this fact may come as a shock to some individuals, Jayanti had a proclivity of being highly emotional. Naturally, to see anyone cry was highly distressing, even for her. Providing a few moments to compose herself, she guardedly ascended the spiraling staircase, quick to arrive inches behind the ocelot cub. Globules of sea spray dappled the tufts of her copper epidermis, shimmering brilliantly when seized by the retreating rays of sunlight. She was substantially taller than the other two Rifters, so she was careful not to trip over them with her gangly appendages. "Um... you alright there, kiddo?" That wasn't likely to obtain her any fruitful responses, so she proceeded with a more forward inquiry. "Watcha sniveling for?"❞

    I A B*TCH, I'M A TEASE —

    The cries made her race away from her room and to the others. When she got there, she stopped and looked at the sobbing pup. Crap. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?" She asked as she shifted through her bag to pull out lavender. Setting it between the pup and herself. "Breath darling."


    thinking | "speaking"

    HE’S GOT STARS IN HIS EYES —

    the pup watched as duskcub hurried to fetch something for him from the lighthouse through tear brimmed eyes. when she returned, he offered her a half smile as she placed the blanket over him. before he could thank her or explain his tears, the cub was joined by two more of his clanmates. jukeboxpaw tried to relax his breathing like suggested, but it didn't seem to help him. it was all to much for the canine, all the questions, the people. he just needed frightfur. that serval was the only one who could answer his questions, or calm his panic for that matter.


    "d-do you know where he is? i'm scared, i'm really scared", the apprentice said through sobs that were beginning to slow down for the most part. his mocha eyes darted anxiously, looking for signs of the world he had been previously submerged in.

           

    that must hurt a lot

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / purpleheart of colouredclan & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur was lounging in the meager shade offered by a few palms that poked from the sand dune he usually slept on. Instead of banning himself from sleeping on the job, he had banned himself from sleeping out in the sun due to the painful burns that so quickly developed on his nose, ears, and underbelly or any other particularly thin-furred area he allowed the sun to beat down upon. He’d seen Jukeboxpaw earlier today while the mountain dog was running around the beaches like a little hurricane of energy. He had been happy then.

     

    Now, as he thought about which candy to conjure or how he’d have to check in on the Prismatic Plains soon enough due to his dual-alliance, he felt something was wrong. It wasn’t the kind of emotional sensation of knowing something was wrong but rather a deep intuition of having a gut notion that something in the air wasn’t how it had been moments before. He usually blamed his supersenses for such disturbances in his mood, but right now, he connected it with Juke’s voice.

     

    The bernese mountain dog’s voice was what brought him to his feet and without thinking or wondering what could possibly be wrong, he made a beeline for the lighthouse entrance. There he found Duskcub and Amina and Jayanti…and Jukebox himself. The tween pup was crying and the bionic serval quickly took his side and nudged the dog’s head with his own in a tough sort of nuzzle. ”Juke…? I’m here. Did ya hurt yerself? You okay?” the cowboy’s voice was confused and his drawl came with a steady flow of worry. He hadn’t seen the boy fall into the railing and, despite all his spiritual and otherworldy power, he couldn’t predict what horrors the boy’s visions had shown him. He’d never seen the pup so distressed since he’d brought him to the Rift.

     

    And he’d brought him to the Rift with good intentions even if he these intentions arose from the most unimaginable, frightening circumstances.


    //forgive me that this is so hideously laate

    [b]and poor, poor juke he's going to have nightmares forever now[/s]