wasting all of my time | Intro

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    i hate worrying about the future

    Being an orphan wasn't grand. It was hard and desperate, clawing your way from nothing at all, from being found on the borders and stealing food with a name unknown to all, but Rosedaggers had done the impossible. The young serval, only two years old, had ripped her way from being a mischevious, trouble-making orphan with no home, to being a member of what she saw as the strongest clans in all of Agrelos. She had used the same paws she used to steal to swear allegiance to Ver and the crown, trained up to the teeth for her year of being in the sun-worshiping clan, alone. And she couldn't like it any other way, surrounded by beautiful women and battle to quench that urge to cause chaos. But, all thing must begin somewhere.


    The black and golden Egyptian-looking Serval cat was silent as she awoke, wrapped up in an NPC's arms and her head pounding as those dusty rose eyes blinked groggily. She had to resist groaning as the small assassin pulled away from the paws of her latest friend, slipping silently to sit at the entrance of the home before she practically disappeared out the door, no trace of the womanizing cat. The hum of satisfaction enveloping the tall feline's throat as she padded out, pushing the aching of her head to the backburner as she made the "walk of shame" from this clanmate's home to her own. Walk of shame? More like walk of conquest. I'm sure I could please any woman in this clan better than their husbands or mates, The black and gold creature thought with a rasp of her pale, dusty-rose colored tongue over her delicate lips, dainty paws carefully stepping with enough concentration yet carelessness, she might as well of been a ghost.

    cause all my fucking problems, are based around the past

    Now it's making me feel sick to my stomach,

    the world is so twisted —

    "Somebody's up at this hour, huh?" Thea, despite her youth, had a general idea of why somebody would be walking home this early in the morning. Either they had stayed up far too long drinking, or had been spending the night with another clanmate. Considering the fact she couldn't smell any alcohol, she had to assume it was the latter.


    In her past life, she had made the same walk many times as well, slipping from people's homes into the Pyramid of Helios, or having to discreetly kick somebody out from her bedroom. It seemed that despite how valued their religion was and how esteemed Solaris Kingdom's leaders had been in regards to that, they were no saints. They all had carnal needs in the end. It took two to have children, and Thea had a few of her own blood scattered around Solaris at one point. Needless to say, she understood.


    The former solar commander tilted her head, a small smile resting upon her face, betraying nothing as she met the gaze of the serval.


    Her own reasons for being up this early were the night terrors. Many times, she'd dream of her own death, of her body slowly turning to ash, the agony unbearable for the woman, unable to call for help, and nobody coming to her aid in those final days. Not that they could help her. The thought of that happening again always kept her on edge, especially at night.

    [ retro poisoning ]


    At one point maybe Claes knew what not having family was like. Though, he didn't remember. But in this point in his life, all Claes knew was family. Ever since his start he had his mother, his brothers, and his sisters near him; all encouraging and soft and welcoming. They had been his sole friends for a while, too. All of them had little interaction with creatures outside of their little meadow home, and all they had were each other. Days and nights -- months -- they spent playing by the river, practicing and honing their skills, and simply just.. being there for each other. Things never really got hard -- aside from that day that Aether took away the emotions and it was to be kept a secret, but, that was just between them -- and life was just.. easy. He longed for that again, sometimes, because out here in the world it got complicated and scary and complex. Sometimes he just wished he had his family and things that were simpler, but.. he couldn't exactly go back, could he?


    But either way, Claes couldn't imagine who he'd be or where'd he be at, if he hadn't had family to guide him. It was hard remembering, sometimes, that others weren't so lucky as him when it came to family. Though when he did realize it he felt.. bad. He wished that others didn't have to experience that.


    Much like Thea, Claes had trouble with.. trauma. Though neither of theirs was the same. But nevertheless the frequent nightmares he had were becoming.. more. Though he had a few a night, they were never the same... but lately, it was the same thing again, and again, and again. The sound fo roaring water, him drowning, seeing Piratecrown sneer at him. Typically, he was startled awake and he -- at some point -- ended up going back to sleep either by his body collapsing out of exhaustion or by forcing it upon himself because he knew he needed it. But tonight -- or this morning, rather -- all of what happened was enough to have kept him up for the remaining hours of early morning. So it was no wonder that he was making use of his time, wandering around to get things done.


    It was only coincidence that he happened to stumble the two females also up so early.


    The sound of soft conversation drifting across the breeze caused Claes to pause in his steps, for a moment, curious and soft gaze flicking around in the dim light as his eyes made out the figures in the distance. One, he knew, was Thea.. though the other, he couldn't quite make out from here. Blinking with curiosity, the male would slowly make his way towards them, eyes gleaming in the light with a friendliness and warmth. "Hello," Claes would speak to both of them with a small smile, glancing between them, though unsure, really, of what was going on or what was being said. He had no idea of the 'walk of shame' or anything of the like. The most intimate thing he had ever done -- and he was fairly certain it was still platonic.. -- was hug. He was clueless. Turning his gaze back to the obsidian and gold-hued serval, Claes would offer a gentle smile, curiosity shining in his eyes. "I don't think we've met before.. I'm Claes, what's your name?" the Andean fox would question quietly, his words perhaps even softer than normal, so that their conversation wouldn't wake any sleeping nearby up. Head tilted, the tan creature would wait patiently for her answer.


    — "speech." & tags