THE TRUTH I FEAR / name change

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  • AND NOW I’M RUNNING AWAY — lanza godspeed — the rift / wind haven — tags


    // currently a wip


    it was well known that lanza had been away for awhile. although she had recently returned, she didn’t feel like she fit in anymore. she felt lost, and empty. she was struggling with so much as of late, that she didn’t feel like this “lanza” character anymore. much less, she didn’t feel like a happy go lucky female who wasn’t one to jump to anger quickly. now she isolated herself, and snapped and lashed out at clanmates, sometimes without any reason.


    whatever had happened to make her act this was wasn’t something she talked about. she’d brush it off with an “i’m fine” or a common “don’t worry about it.” however, in reality, she really wasn’t fine. she wasn’t exactly sick per say, but in a different way she was. an additional thing she that she had going on was the fact that while she was away, she had been posioned.


    while she did feel slightly ill for a couple of days, she didn’t seem to have any other issues. she didn’t think much of the issue, as she had passed through the area, and didn’t show any signs of illness, until she had woken the next day, miles away from the river she had drank from. however, soon after, she had began to have a change in personality.


    among other things, in the passing weeks, she had begun to under go a series of mutations. first of which, would be her wings. ironic really, that she recieved her wings by pure accident rather than earning them. however, over the following weeks, she would find more, as well as developing powers.


    now that she was in the rift once more, she would come to the realization that she should discuss these feelings with the clan. rifters? i have an announcement to make, if you don’t mind.” she would wait until a reasonable crowd gathered before continuing on in her speech. “as you all know, i took some time away from the rift. i went on to form a dual alliance with the wind haven. i left from there for some time to myself after many of the clanmates wenton to do their own things (went inactive). however, after many events that lead to my return, i must inform you that i no longer fell that “lanza” suits me as a name. from this point on, i’d like to be known as chernobyl. this is partially due to my posioning, which i will explain later. you may have realized the sudden growth of wings which was a result of my posioning.


    she would begin to explain as she took a seat, her voice no longer as cheerful as it used to be. instead her tone was lifeless almost, broken by the things she had experienced in the previous weeks.

  • Ace raised an eyebrow. Chernobyl? It was an interesting name. Odd, but unique nonetheless. "Very well, Chernobyl." The lynx could tell that she had thought about this for long, so he didn't question it. Chernobyl. The name seemed to roll of his tongue more naturally than Lanza. Perhaps he would get used to the change quickly. After all, he didn't see a Lanza in his eyes anymore. He saw a Chernobyl.

    "speaking in #bf0000"

    - tags -

  • AND NOW I’M RUNNING AWAY — lanza godspeed — the rift / wind haven — tags


    lanza would glance at acecard, pleased that he didn't see anything wrong with her wish to change her name. “thank you.” she wasn't quite sure what else to say on the subject, as she glanced warily at the npcs that had gathered and were giving her strange looks. staring at the ground, she could only hope that the rest of the clan would have positive opinions as well.


  • that must hurt a lot

    frightfur seraphim muzikant / whitecoat of colour command & commander of the rift / genderfluid + female serval body / tags

    *:・゚✦ He was a Whitecoat back in Colour Command and a Doctor of the Rift. He appeared very pissed when Lanza, now Chernobyl, said something about poisoning. She had been poisoned? By who and why? Why had she not said so before? The wings that she now had, while not hideous, had appeared unnaturally and she’d said it herself. Yet, she didn’t seem afraid.


    She’d also been more snappy as of lately which wasn’t like the old Lanza he’d know. There had to be a reason for all this. ”Lan—Chernobyl! Poisoned? Can I help you?”” his steely green eyes looked over the black wolf with stiff concern that mingled with indignant rage,”Yer new wings are almost lovely, yea, but why didn’t ya say anything about the poisoning before?!” She had to be helped, if possible.

  • ・゚ ✦ ° I SPENT IT ON GIRLS AND SHOES -

    black wings, a mix of feathery and furry obtrusions that stuck out from her shoulders in a way that made the slightly older soul wince. that was no way to earn her wings. it was as unholy as you could get without going towards the demonic arts - and it made him uncomfortable.


    galizer's pelt glistened silver in his discomfort, but he approached his sister in the same, calm way he always did when she wasn't in pain.


    "an interesting choice." he said, holding his tongue on the second part of his sentence. chernobyl was his blood, after all, and he shouldn't reign down on her for something she probably couldn't help.