It's An Ordinary World (Returning)

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    Not a single living soul had seen the young elkhound for months, no explanation of the sort. She'd disappeared along side some of the old creatures she met when first returning, the only thing left there was her mother. Oh how she missed seeing her feisty attitude, it was one of the few things that caused the mother and daughter to argue. Yet one of the last things she did was get into an argument with Chica, spitting out horrid words she hardly remember anymore. Fresh bandages were wrapped around her front paws, covering up the burn words from failed elemental practice.


    Nothing had prepared her for living alone, yet she went ahead and did it. It worked out all pretty well, that is until she found herself back here. Gathering courage to pass the border that could change her fate...Should she get cold feet and depart without a word, or wait closely and hope the first person she met wasn't her dear mother. To have a chance of seeing Coffeeblends again....her dear brother that always bumped heads with her. These thoughts only made her attention flaw, unable to realize that she was already neatly tucked just outside of the borders.


    Even if she did leave now someone would certainly notice she was here. They wouldn't know the exact person, but could tell someone was debating to stay or go by the pacing scent. Fear shoved itself into the female's head, paws digging into the soft soil beneath it....what if they rejected her? Maybe they were filled up on members and didn't want anyone else coming in. That would certainly make this easier, yet all she could do was wait and see.


    Speech."



    //I still super such at intros

    TAGS. she's waltzing the borders as expected of her, for though lands grow more weary and winter bitten, the visitors never seem to cease. in a week's passing alone it feels like markers are always pooling with strangers and friends and enemies alike. yet now she's finding a familiar creature on land, little girl not so little now, awaiting fate with lifted head and thoughts wearing down upon anxious self. "allie girl, s'that you?" comes cradle call, sharp and curious upon lips as she pushes forward.


    chica never could see eye to eye with bakedalaska. funny little factoid that is, mother and daughter with similarities breaching each other in many, many different ways but always finding selves on opposite sides in midst of arguments. words being spat back and forth, demands, insults . . . and she can't even remember what it was about. but was just one of many after all, two forces imbalanced by own tempers. their fights have always been explosive though, she remembers that, and eventually these fits pushed own flesh and blood out of homeland.


    and now she's back.

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    The one person she wanted to wait on, it always bothered her to look the woman straight in her eyes. Her body shifted as the anxiety rushed forward, tail slowly moving back and fourth. "Yea, It's me Mama" Her voice thankfully missed the stutter that usually would've happened in this type of situation, as neither could fully read the others emotion. "I'm surprised you think remember me, after everything that's happened" Dark cocoa eyes seemed to scan the area past the shepherd, honestly hopeful to see her coffee addict of a brother.


    Someone she could bother to the moon and back, he wouldn't do anything about it. At least then Baked could find her stepping place here again, become part of the santuary again.




    Speech."


    LEAVE THE LOST AND DEAD BEHIND —

    The woman would be joined by giant of a son. Stopping beside Chica, Prau would offer a soft nod in hello, but say nothing. Mom seemed to know this one as well. Curious.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO RUN FOR COVER



    TAGS. a nervousness pulses through her daughter's skin, chica can see it in how she shifts backwards and her eyes . . . why won't she look at me? there's a pause. "an' . . . why wouldn't i remember you? yer my daughter. kind o' hard ta forget you." comes curve of tongue, bitter sweet and miffed in tone as the wraith stares, stares at bakedalaska.


    she's looking everywhere but at her still, and finally, finally it hits her. with a burst of intuition the woman will say, a bit briskly, "coffee ain't 'ere." blood, her blood has found itself crawling back into sanctuary while blizzards rage and reek havoc among the worst of them. chicago should have known it's not her she's looking for but brother dearest, brother whom she hasn't seen tail or head of since february. why would she want to see chica? "what do ya want, bakedalaska? why are ya 'ere?" she asks, taking note of son as he padd forth into the dips of confrontation. oblivious, oblivious.

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    Another form drew her attention away from Chica, confused by all these new scents that seemed to stink up the border. Where was any of her sisters and brothers? The one's she knew and trusted before vanishing after a horrible storm crashed through the sanctuary. Ears facing forward hoping to distinguish out something familiar, the sounds of birds, the cool sound of rushing water, all of that seemed to disappear before she came back. "I was trying to return, unless you want me to head somewhere else" The spark in her tone clearly hinted to her growing attitude, instead of the docile and jokster pup of her youth.


    The elkhound kept her head held high, hoping this would be a simple return. That she could go and try to find anything left behind the first time she disappeared.


    Speech."


    The Waters Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker

    unfamiliarity. it's touched upon daughter dearest, a confusion that spreads like wildfire, a disappointment that brings forth a pang of uncomfort for self. dual emotions flood the dead girl. sympathy, for she knows what that's like, to wander in hoping for the old and coming face with the new instead. annoyance, for baked is not the girl she once knew, little girl sweet and shy and kind, now facing mother dearest with challenge and old age rebellion. it's brawl in the family, "watch that lip, little girl. it seems you forget who you're talkin' to." stern, stern, she stares down the other for but a hot minute. then she carries on, one brow quirking skyward. "you're always welcomed home, alaska." the encounter is brisk, painfully brisk and formal. unnatural.

    ❝ BITING EMPTY HANDS ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION


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    The reaction wasn't what she expected, almost taken back by the remark made by the shepherd. "I wasn't trying to be snappy mother...I just wasn't expecting all of this change. Nothing I remember is here anymore..." The few items she left behind were surely gone by now, taken by any scavenges in their former homes. A small stone tea cup with paint splattered on it was from when she was younger. That was left as Baked never meant to be gone for so long....she was only supposed to leave for a few days. "Where's the rest of our family? Or Any of my friends.."

    If she wasn't trying to keep the bad girl attitude, then a whimper would've came from the young female.


    Speech."


    The Waters Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker

    an apology, or the budding of one, spills from bakedalaska's tongue and chicagocrimes, she sits there with but start of a hum upon lips. meager, perhaps mournful, definitely confused, these are all feelings that touch upon the other within the mind of she, blatant and plain. she's searching, searching, yet every question asked will only further her hurt. chicago knows it. "destrian is 'ere but uh, besides you, me, an' praufyx thats about it." she admits, nudging her son as she draws attention to him.

    ❝ BITING EMPTY HANDS ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION