HOMINIBUS PLENUM, AMICIS VACUUM && p, claes

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  • IM JUST A FULL TANK AWAY FROM FREEDOM —


    With the setting sun to her back, Leifsdottir had set out from Blizzardclan territory with not much of an agenda. Things back at camp as of late had been... Dramatic. Between Canoris and Kady both becoming pregnant, and whatever it was that Aurelio was doing with the insolent girl, Leifsdottir found the whole thing to have gone far past amusing, turning out to be as tedious and annoying as an old injury. It seemed as though no one could go on five minutes without stirring up something. Irredeemable. Tonight, Leif would walk alone, bathed in the waning, amber light of dusk and eager to distract herself whatever trivial thoughts were walking laps around her head. Her gait was slow but sure, each powerful limb crushing the undergrowth beneath it.

    Claes G.D. !

               

    YOU'RE THE LAST OF A DYING BREED

    ( write our names in the wet concrete )

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  • [ thank you for making! ]


    While Claes had found Aethreia recently, he was still missing a lot of his siblings. Five of them, to be exact. While finding his oldest brother was a relief and brought him a great deal of peace, the fact that many of the others were still missing was worrisome. He knew they had to be somewhere -- they couldn't be dead, being they were Go Deos meant they really couldn't die. But, they were still missing, wherever they all went off to. So, after finding home within the Solaris Kingdom and settling there for the time being, he set off to look just around just a little bit. He was pushing his luck, he knew, because it wasn't likely he was going to run into any of them in these small areas...but, it was worth a try, wasn't it? Yeah.


    The canine's paws moved a bit hesitantly across the grounds, his perked and pastel gaze alert as he looked around in search of anything that held the scent of his siblings. So far, he had had no luck. No signs of anything other than non-sentient forest creatures and so on. So, he pressed forth; though he knew that soon enough he would have to be heading home. It was getting late, after all. With a small hum, the canine's gaze lifted towards the sky with the sun starting to set and dip beneath the lands. Though as he did so, he was captivated by the colors. That was a bad habit of his; getting distracted by things he found pretty to the point where he forgot his original mission. And unfortunately, this was one of those times. He wasn't aware of the fact that he was getting so distracted, but he was nonetheless. The tricolored Australian Shepherd then stopped walking, his gaze still locked onto the sky above him as the colors shone vibrantly. He ended up taking a seat, an awestruck look coming upon him. It was so pretty...


    The canine was lost in his thoughts and his simple love for the colors of the sky at the moment to have seen the giant dragon walking to his right. Though, his ears did pick up on the noise made as she traveled...at first, he didn't pay it any mind...though as the walking got closer, his mind finally decided it was something worth checking out, just in case there was a threat. So, he turned his head to look, and once he did, he took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the giant black dragon. He simply blinked in surprise and in amazement, his gaze widening as a smile of intrigue and aw came upon his face. "Oh, wow..." His voice was a whisper, probably only heard by himself as he watched her move forth. Part of him felt awkward for staring, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so tall and so...dark? Or what would his brother say? 'Edgy'? He didn't know the terms, honestly.


    Eyes shining like the stars soon to appear in the sky, Claes looked upon her. Though it was swiftly while doing so that he recognized that...things weren't going well, for whoever this was. It was a quick assumption, one that could be wrong...but she seemed upset. Maybe annoyed, too. The way her jaw was clenched and in a tight line showed that. A small frown came upon his face as he watched her from the distance, still, though concern filled his gaze. Should he...approach her? Honestly, that wasn't even a question for him. Not even a moment later he pushed to his paws, a gentle and warm look upon him as he began moving towards her tentatively; showing he wished her no harm. Not that he would ever be able to harm her, or anyone for that matter, anyways. Clearing his throat quietly, his pastel gaze and warm smile like honey moved to look up at her. "Hello, Miss~" Claes called softly -- his voice quiet as always. Would she hear him, up there? He wasn't sure. Others around his height barely heard him as was. But he would start with that and hope she heard him...if not, he'd try to speak up.

    "Speech" & TAGS

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    / holy crap look at your muse ! kudos, friend!


    Upset? Ha. Had Claes voiced his thoughts aloud, Leifsdottir surely would have laughed. She wasn't upset. Bothered, fine. But it was the same level of annoyance once would regard a fly with on a summer's eve as it buzzed by your ears. Tedious and mundane, but you could put up with it. The Paladin's black lusterless gaze was the first to land on Claes, studying his form for a moment, before her head followed suit. Oh look. A dog. What the hell was it doing this far out of a bordered territory? Gods above, could she not go one hour without breaking solitude? Honestly. First she moves out of the encampment to get away from them all(as well as find a home that would accommodate her large form, but that was besides the point), only to have Kady and Canoris show up. And now.. My, my, this was pissing her off a little.


    'Hello, Miss~'


    Had the mere contrast of her body to its not been enough to ward that thing away? Bothersome creature should have known better. Four lithe limbs would slow to a halt, sending tremors through the ground as it did so, and Leifsdottir would simply stare down the tiny thing before her. A child...? No.. She wasn't sure. Either way, there were things far more terrifying than her out there in the savage wild. Creatures that preyed on the mind, and your fears. And most importantly, on weak, fragile things like him. He wasn't going to last two seconds if he ventured further, not with that softness. Best send him scurrying back to his mother's teat.


    Leifsdottir tilted her head ever so slightly, but did not bend to meet his level, "Awful gutsy of you to be out here alone, child. There are plenty of things out here that could swallow you whole," She paused for a moment, allowing the corners of her mouth to stretch in a grotesque smile, "Including myself."

                

               

    YOU'RE THE LAST OF A DYING BREED

    ( write our names in the wet concrete )

    ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ❖ ) ——— ( ❖ )

  • [ aaaa omg thank you <33 && mobile ]


    In truth, yes, Claes was not likely to survive as he was in his state. His tender-heartedness and his overall genuine purity and kindness was something that the world wanted to take away — that much was obvious. You see, the world didn’t like pure things. The pure and kind ones were the ones that life targeted the most; putting them through the hardest of times and throwing them life’s cruelest tests. Why? There wasn’t a true reason, though it seemed to happen that way, anyways. So far, being kept away from the tragedies and horrors of the world had been well for him...his mother, wherever she was now, had succeeded in protecting him. But preparing him for reality...that was a different story. She taught him skills, yes, and even his own siblings had, but nothing compared to what he needed to get along in the real world. But, he didn't know that, of course.


    As the large creature's eyes locked onto him, he would be the first to admit that she was intimidating. Her size, of course, was something that would alarm anyone...but at the same time he knew plenty that were large but were just as friendly. Though, she did looked annoyed, still. Could that be because of him? OR maybe something that had been previous? He wasn't sure, but he was betting on the latter, being she looked pretty annoyed -- or as he would call it: upset -- when he first saw her. And that was mainly the reason that he had decided to approach her, too...seeing people upset just...wasn't something he could walk past. Not today, not any day. So, despite her looking quite displeased, he stayed.


    Shifting his paws as she squinted at him after he spoke, he waited for any sort of reply -- whether that be words or actions. She was silent for a moment, and because of that he glanced around a bit awkwardly, continuing to shift is weight upon his paws. This...was a little awkward, but it was okay. Though, not long after she spoke. Gutsy to be out here alone? Swallow him whole? Gosh, were the woods really that dangerous? Strangely a bit concerned, though calm otherwise, he began to correct her just a bit, "A C..Child? Oh, no, I'm not--" he began quietly, but just as he was about to finish, she pulled a smile -- although it seemed a little...twisted to him, like it had a different meaning -- towards him. It was instinct for him to smile back, and he did, despite the 'off' feeling about her own. And then, she added the last part of her statement -- the part that meant that she could swallow him whole. "Oh..." he practically breathed out shortly after. He was very quiet and very still as he processed what could have been a warning...it seemed almost as if he were going to remain that way, before he finally registered what she had said.


    Surprise sprang across his face, as did slight nervousness. His gaze flicked to the ground and an unsure and uncomfortable smile was upon his face at that comment. She wanted....or rather, could, swallow him whole? Yes that seemed possible but...Oh, she wasn't planning to do that, was she? "But...you seem so nice that...I don't think you would do that. Or want to do that, at least!" Claes tried just a little bit to give a small compliment...mainly in hopes of getting on her good side so that she wouldn't eat him, like she said she could.


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    // sorry for the late reply ! i was inactive for some stuff c:


    She found mild surprise rouse quietly within her at the boy's reply.


    'But...you seem so nice that...I don't think you would do that. Or want to do that, at least!'


    It seemed as though the child's friendliness was undeterred by her size or form. Surprising, to say the least. He seemed so.. green. Like a sapling peaking its head through the soil for the first time after the last frost, tentatively reaching its tiny leaves towards the sunlight. Judging from his uneasy smile, it was clear to the draconic beast that he was definitely uncomfortable, and yet, he was staying... 'Annoying little thing.' She mused inwardly, gaze flitting slightly as it studied him more intensely. "You're putting too much faith in uncertainty, boy."


    This encounter, short as it was up until this point, stirred something else within her. Sorrow? Mayhaps. There was something about the child's enthusiasm and warmth, not repelled by looking fear in the face, that reminded her of her own brother, if only for a moment. Fenech, too, had been green like the one that stood before her. He was smaller than Claes, having been a domestic feline like herself had once been, with bat-like ears that were almost disproportionate to his body and big round eyes that seemed radiate a type of warmth she had never encountered from an another person every time he smiled. He was pure. Naive. Ultimately, it was the trust he had put in others that had killed him. Many of her clanmates were quick to call her 'harsh' these days, maybe an 'asshole' or 'cold'. The insults themselves simply bounced right off her scaled hide, but it was their clouded vision that bothered her more. They were seemingly bound by this unspoken oath to simply protect the weak, an oath that Leifsdottir herself had taken when she had agreed to join the clan. However, don't get her wrong. Culling the sick and the old were immoral and unethical, and should they require Blizzardclan's protection, so be it. But it was average warriors that refused to pursue a higher level of usefulness around the clan that ground her gears. They were able-bodied, and yet simply ran 'patrols' and the like. Nothing to ameliorate their physical fitness so that they are able to fight more efficiently in the battlefield. So Leifsdottir pushed, and she pushed, and she pushed. Pushed them to their limits. There were far worse than herself out there, and yet they seemed to be getting upset at her telling a Paladin trainee that he was being ridiculous for planting seeds, of all things, in the middle of December? Tch. They needed to get their priorities straight if they wanted to get stronger as a unit.


    Slitted pupils focused and refocused on the child, dilating and shrinking before finding a focus that was comfortable, "Go home. Before I meet whatever search party they sent after you and get pissed off."


               

    YOU'RE THE LAST OF A DYING BREED

    ( write our names in the wet concrete )

    ( ) ——— ( ) ——— ( ❖ ) ——— ( ❖ )