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Cicada- no Ver hadn't expected her exiles excursion to go as sour as it had, her mission had been simple but had quickly became convoluted as she'd been found out from the very start. She'd been made into someone she wasn't, forced to feel things and be someone she truly wasn't. Cicada was an act, a person she created to serve one purpose to be her mask to allow her entrance into the heart of the enemies territory. Cicada for weeks had been used against her, the form ruined and dismantled only to be lazily put together by her captors who were to dumb to realize that she still had a will and morality that even this husk hung onto. Her brain rattled angrily in it's prison, aching horribly within the cranium of the feline like a beast in an all to small cage. It pierced with pain, her asleep mind racing in two ways one that was aware of what exactly she was and one that put a haze over all one sloppily slapped on by the man dubbed Trash. But like all seels it broke with time, like a string pulled loose to a knot. Ver didn't regain her complete memories with a bang but with a muffled whisper, a repressed gun shut that shock her core suddenly as she was out hunting for the people who'd taken her in when she supposedly had nothing. Her mind would lapse and her teeth would grit as her forms finally connected as the lucidity and falseness of Cicada grinded against each other till they were in harmony erasing one little by little until they both once again became the same. She'd blink, claws unsheathing as she dropped the flimsy lizard she held in her maw, watching as it ran away back into the sands.
”What the fuck” was the first thing that came from her maw as she took a seat in the middle of the territory trying to comprehend what had happened and what she was even doing out here suddenly alone in the desert in the midst of ruins territory. So this was why her memory had been so spotty, this was why she was supposedly "sleep walking" and waking up in the home she was sure wasn't where she slept in the night before. She thought of the exiles, what they were doing what they'd done to Petra and countless others and how they spoke and parties while they slaughtered and destroyed the innocence of creatures who weren't even born yet. She wanted to throw up, no she wanted to run there right now and rain down the hell they precisely deserved. Her paws would rise to her neck feeling her still sore neck as her paws ran down the scars criss-crossing her neck. She'd wince as they pressed to harshly into the bruising biting back a groan as she tore her paw away.
Her scars in this form had carried ever so slightly into her other, into the real her and she'd finally remember why. She could still feel the pressure of Vera's paws on her windpipe as Trash dwelled into the innermost crevices of her mind. She felt exposed, torn open only to be lazily patched together. She'd get her revenge with time. She'd promise herself that, she'd also do whatever she could to get the few actually decent creatures she met out of the crossfire. She'd slowly shift back, remembering faintly how to and using that information to meld her body back to normal. Letting out a satisfied grunt as she did, so thankful to be freed from such a pathetic body. The pathetic skin of Cicada, the husk who'd covered her for to long...
The shepherd would appear in the camp, tail swaying and wings and head lowered to clearly say she wasn't any danger. ”I have a lot to explain” she'd state out loud voice risen to garner attention from any of the familiar members nearby ”I'm Cicada- or well much rather I was. I'm Ver in actuality, I know how convoluted it sounds but there's a lot i need to explain if anyone will hear me out” where the hell could she even start? She was still piecing together events in her mind still, trying her best to make sense of what had happened. How was she possibly going to try and explain something she didn't even comprehend to them? She'd try. She'd try her fucking best, that's what she'd do.
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