i need a lover i can trust ; joining

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    Up until yesterday, her life had been just darkness. Void of any scent or feeling, or noise other than her own deep breathing. The only thing she had were the comforts of her memories, but even then could she really even call them comforting? Before this emptiness she had lived a short life that began in Bloodclan. Life was simpler then, but alive Paix was never one to settle for simple. However, she'd soon discover that her time on earth was not over yet. Her rebirth, fostered by forces unknown to her, was painful and did not come without sacrifices. Paix had made many mistakes while alive the first time around, some she regretted - most she didn't.


    Suddenly her breath no longer echoed in her ears, and beneath her paws she felt grass, but she still only saw blackness. What was this? Her paws were extensions of her body, and she could feel them knead into what felt like soft ground, but she could not see it. Paix felt her eyelids flutter rapidly in an attempt to clear her vision. Maw parted to speak, to ask what was happening, but no voice hit her ears. What kind of purgatory was this?


    But that was yesterday. Today, the ivory coated serval was armed with the knowledge of her own personal hell. She could not hear, nor could she see or speak. Her eyes were a cloudy blue, the lining of her throat scarred beyond repair, and her ears merely tufts atop her head. Despite all this, she still stood tall and proud, the pads of her paws pressed firmly to the ground as she felt for the tell-tale vibrations of movement.

    「 i am flesh and blood my love — but all you see is a ghost 」


    Jacob arrived quietly behind Bea, looking towards the stranger in curiosity. He had gone out to stretch his legs, as he always did. He'd been going out more often lately, as they were causing him even more pain than usual. He was terrified that one day he'd wake up and they'd stop working entirely but, currently, that wasn't the case and he intended to take every step that he could until they gave out. He walked along the border, not to admire the bodies hung there, but instead to look for new people. And that was what he happened to see. He made his way towards Bea and settled down with a light smile on his maw as he looked towards the stranger. Seeing as Bea had said anything that he would have, he simply waited to hear a reply.


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    — trotting over, she would sit beside Jacob and wait. Head tilting and eyes calm. She had no reason to speak as everything was already said.


    good personalities speech | bad personalities speech

       



    Iason was not deaf, blind, or mute, so he couldn't picture the world that Paix lived in. Could he say that he cared? Not particularly. The only reason he might be interested in her would be for his own personal gain: to perform a miracle that restores someone's senses would be the greatest honor from God. Besides, then he could have another favor owed to him when he needed it most. Another chance to push someone's limits. It was like a game.


    Silent, the red clay creature slithered to the scene on four light paws. His tail snaked and bobbed behind him as he glided over the hot desert sands. He traveled along the corpse border for... longer a time than was desirable, but whatever. He had to make sacrifices to live in this place, and it was one he was willing to make. Eventually he pulled himself next to Jacob and sat, hazel eyes staring blankly at the joiner. She was a curious one, wasn't she? She seemed so... silent. Then again, not everyone was all too vocal at their joining, so he decided he shouldn't be one to judge.

    Barb already wasn’t the best at communication - she was blunt and harsh and mean and all around not someone you wanted to talk to. Trying to communicate with someone who could neither see nor hear might seem near-impossible for some, but it was pretty much entirely impossible for her. Was that going to stop her? No. Hell, she’d probably be even more annoying now. Arriving shortly after Iason, the Queen looked over Paix’s form, a soft “hm” escaping her throat, until her gae rested on her eyes. Cloudy, kind of distant. “Are you blind?” she inquired, not in the hostile, accusing manner she’d usually ask someone the question, but sounding genuinely curious. Though, odds were, the other wouldn’t be able to answer her- which was probably going to piss her off. What didn’t?


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