like you could fall, and nobody would hear ;; o, joining

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    tags — plotting — main 

    //trying out a new fancy so lmk if it looks screwy


    Littered across the field were the true consequences of war: bodies, crumpled and bloodied, some of whom she recognized, some she did not. And she lay among them, knowing she was soon to follow as blood flowed steadily from the gash in her side. It didn't feel real. None of it did. Like this wasn't happening to her, but rather someone else, and she was just dreaming. Yet her conscious mind knew it was time, like this was where she was always destined to die. It was inevitable yet calming. She had no regrets. And if she was to die here, she decided, she would die full of love and hope, and so her thoughts wandered to all those she had met along the way, challenging her, caring for her. She looked up at the stars. Had they always been this bright?


    Crystal blue eyes opened up to the sun's harsh, direct rays, blinking repeatedly as Shepard realized she'd dozed off when she only meant to take a quick break from training. She was looking to join a group for once, and she had to be prepared for anything - especially if it turned out they didn't like trespassers. She still wasn't sure she was ready. Mostly, the feline kept to the fringes of the least organized territories, following her own laws and relying on her own skills to survive. But lately, it didn't seem like enough, like the extent of her accomplishments should be more than just hunting down the occasional criminal and refining her fighting skills as she recovered from each hunt. She needed purpose. So, she was here, at the territory of those who were hopefully at least not complete belligerents. "Name's Shepard. I'd like to join," the silver tabby would explain to the first passerby to approach her, and any others who followed.

    / it looks great to me!


    perhaps he shouldn't be outside while he was still like this, vulnerable and barely able to walk straight. sickness is thick in his veins, clouding his mind like thick fog, and the faint sound of whispering static going behind his ears. it was hard to tell val to sit down for extended periods of time - an adventurer such as himself could not afford to sit still for the life of him lest he gets into something bad to cure himself of the inevitable boredom that would be sure to creep up on him. with that being said, when he comes across an trespassing silver tabby, val does not react violently. no irritation is to be found on bruised features, and the guy just looks as chill as a cucumber. he looks a mess, he knew, but he's tried to keep himself as clean as possible as of recently. it still didn't change the fact that he was horribly beat up, bruises and cuts yet to heal littering his frame. he hopes chicagocrimes doesn't chew him out for being up and about like this.


    the lady's name was shepard, she said to him as he wobbled over to her, and she wanted to join their ranks. well . . . he couldn't see why not but he still had to ask why she hadn't stayed on their border like that of most people. "s-sure . . ." the harbinger of peace would say, smooth voice uncharacteristically airy as he settles into a seat. "but, y'know . . . our bo-border was some time ago. ya didn't stop?"

    tags — plotting — main 

    //pfff it's real nutty watching val since i made lock ,


    Her gaze swept over the canine's features, but she didn't linger on the injuries. They were as much interesting as his piercings or the unsettling off-color tinge to his pelt, that is, she didn't intend to point them out right off the bat but found them curious all the same. Someone in this guy's condition certainly wouldn't have survived on his own - she could see why it might help to live in larger numbers like this.


    She nodded in thanks and explained steadily, "I figured it would be easier if I went out to find someone, instead of expecting someone to find me." It was the truth; she just wanted to make things easier. A friendly half-smile from her was meant to reassure him of that. "Would you like me to go back to the border and try again?" Was she joking? Well, yes, but she was also sort of offering. Shepard hadn't done this whole 'grouping' thing since Earth, it would be a terrible start if she offended a culture she didn't understand.

    I AM THE PRINCE OF NIGHTMARES

    "Don't worry about it now. But keep in mind to honour borders in future, especially if you happen to go out to meet allies. You'll make folk prickly with that habit."

    Krieger spoke up as he approached the scene, blinking slowly as he looked at the newcomer that was claiming that they wanted to join. The canine sat himself down and offered the feline a smile anyway, the scolding was over at least.

    "I'm Krieger Hartmann. So Shepherd, tell us a little about yourself. Lets not be strangers."


    AND YOU SHALL BOW TO ME

    tags — plotting — main 

    "Noted," she acknowledged simply, offering a wave of her tail to the malamute. Strange - she wondered how much time was spent sitting and staring at one's borders, rather than hunting or training or otherwise doing something that was actively productive. But then, the feline was always one to favor efficiency over formality more than she should. It wasn't like standing there for an extra few hours could really do her that much harm.


    An interesting question followed. She needed surprisingly little time to think about her answer. "I just want to do as much good as I possibly can in this world. Call me self-righteous, but that's more important to me than having fun, making friends. Not that I can't try to do both. What about you, Hartmann?"

    these bayonet scars never cease

    The huge barry would make his way over and settle in the back. Standing silently and letting his head tilt down. This was to let Jello, the Compy on his head, see. He would then speak. Welcome. I am Praufyx and this is Jello, my sister.


    speech


    to blind the light shed from the beast

    I AM THE PRINCE OF NIGHTMARES

    "You sound like a young me in a way. Granted, don't let this current form deceive you, mentally and spiritually I'm more akin to an old man."

    Krieger replied with a light chuckle, though he had shed the notion of doing good a long time ago. It seemed like a foolish dream now, and it always ended in failure. Now he was more keen on simply surviving and ensuring he got to see another dawn.

    "I'm just a guy wanting to weedle a life out of what little I have left. Just a warrior waiting for his next instruction."


    AND YOU SHALL BOW TO ME