o, dual-allegiance // butter crescent

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    Though the young woman hadn't visited the Rift before, she heard about them enough that she certainly wanted to visit. Besides, Frightfur liked this place, and she trusted her mother's judgment. She'd posessed an oncilla form for this, so she could leave her birth body in Colour Command to make traveling easier -- she didn't fancy crossing the sea every time she wanted to visit the other group. Still, this body wasn't the easiest thing to use; she usually wasn't this short, for one thing.


    Shaking out her fur, she called out, "Hello? I'm Zenith, here for a dual-allegiance with the Rift. I'm also a proxycoat of Colour Command, which is one of our medic or stylist ranks," she explained, though she assumed there'd be no trouble with it. After all, they were allies, and Frightfur had a dual-allegiance as well.

    ARCHIPELAGOISLAND

    "TALKING" || 'THOUGHTS' || 'TELEPATHY'

    A call reached her ears, making the admiral wander over with an inclined head in interest. A proxycoat? Archipelagoisland could never keep their ranks straight for shit. Hopefully Yuri didn't change them all over again, otherwise she'd have to learn their confusing names once again. She was thankful that Zenith offered her explanation of the rank though. They needed some more healers around her. Frightfur wasn't enough and Ridgewhiskey, along with Titaniumdreams, were growing inactive by the days passed.


    "Well, consider yourself apart of the Rift, Zen." Zen like how the waves moved... Would she make that joke eventually? Probably. "My name is Archipelagoisland, or rather Admiral Archi. I'm your leader, so I suggest you start rubbing my feet now." A cocky grin met her muzzle and a laugh escaped her. "Welcome to the Rift."

    tags + roleplayed by star + template © star

    that must hurt a lot

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

    *:･ﾟ✦ The spotty oncilla cat before him wasn’t the little girl he’d painfully given birth to, but she had the same soul and she’d said herself she was Zenith. This oncilla smelled of cherries and her blue eyes were nearly identical to body of Zenith he knew bet. He’d soon learn she’d left her birth body back home, that was all. Which was good, or else he’d might’ve cried a tear to think anything could have happened to it. The clicking of his bionic paws warned of his approach, which was swift and curious. ”Zenith, lovely? Yer here,” he didn’t expect it but he smiled slyly nevertheless.


    He did like the idea of spending time with his daughter both in Colour Command and in the Rift. ”Fancy seeing ya here, I mean. So you’re here on a dual-alliance, too, that’s perfect! Uh, Archi, meet my daughter,” he said light-heartedly as he sucked away on a sour apple sucker he held between his titanium teeth.

    She grinned as Archi appeared, recognizing the leader based on the descriptions of rumors -- a one green-eyed domestic feeling with a cocky, almost pirate attitude? Definitely the admiral of the Rift herself. "Thank you for the welcome, Admiral Archi! I'd be happy to make you bath bombs, but I don't rub feet," she replied back with an amused smile on her face. Zenith had been experimenting with making the things, actually, so the offer was genuine.


    Hearing a familiar clicking sound, she turned towards Frightfur as he approached. As her mother came into view, a purr bubbled out of the small wildcat's throat. "Yup, I decided to follow you all the way here," she replied with a nod. She wondered how Frightfur managed to integrate himself into both the Rift and Colour Command at the same time -- did he warp like Yuri? If so, she really wanted to figure out how to do that. "Say, do you know how to teleport?" she asked the white serval suddenly, her blue eyes narrowed as she logically deduced this must be the most probable answer. She doubted Frightfur stayed pudgy when he had to cross over the two groups so much. And he didn't even have wings!


    Shaking her paws as sand got between her toes, she hardly noticed that her fur changed color -- from tan with black patterns, to red with black patterns. Seemed that her soul liked to keep her fur ginger whatever body she inhabited. "Alright, so what should I do first on the island, Admiral Archi and Commander Frightbite?" she asked, acting the part of a tourist that always asked locals for the real scoop.