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    I wanna touch

    the world I once dreamed of —

    Soft grass, if not a bit dry from the heat, the ethereal being noted, tickled her paw pads, the oriental longhair's fur ruffled by the strong wind, with few trees to break it. There were slight imperfections in the land, from the meadow occasionally having an inconvenient dip or burrow to wilted patches of grass, those were parts of the mortal world that Adina had grown to love the most, for some reason. Perhaps because such a sight wasn't common in the land of souls, where she had spent years upon years. She had lost count.


    The immortal tilted her head ever-so-slightly, a bright smile gracing her facial features as blue eyes scanned the area.


    "Hello?" Her soft voice rang, echoing across the meadow, spooking a few of the smaller creatures, birds taking off from where they had been searching for seeds and bugs at her call. How adorable, she couldn't help but muse. Again, it was the littlest things that Adina marveled at sometimes about this world, finding more pleasure in them than politics.


    She was a wanderer by nature. That was what had brought her to the mortal world in the first place, having chosen to abandon her duties on a whim one day to traverse the old world. And it was her whimsical nature that had gotten her stuck here in Agrelos, and having found that she couldn't return, Adina had chosen to accept her fate instead of lamenting at her bad fortune. Sky-hued optics scanned the area, searching any outline of a figure.

    ◞➳ in passing summer days, the sanctuary has fallen under spell without the pamper of rain to soak into it's flowery grounds. the lakes have receded, their tides draw close to their bodies and the beaches lively or withered grow, the distance from sands to the waters a longer stretch. she can not help but notice it, an anxious thought bent into her mind that comes now and then in passing, whenever her eyes find the seas churning. she tries not to think too hard on it but the fires that blazed through volary flights, the flames that ate away at the trees of the thunderlands when jungle lands grew hot, too hot is a memory lined up with her mind paranoid.


    she's just come back from the waters actually, when alien scent comes sinking into her nostrils. it stands faint upon the winds raised flowery, the breezes flushed with whispers. aggression rises in face of the unknown, a habit weedled into her flesh and promising eventual ruin intense and mighty. always has she stood wary of others it feels like, for to stand ever so trusting bid her deaths embrace cold and clammy. dead girl moves forward with intent to investigate, prayer to the gaia it stands not a raid incoming a shelled thought splitting through her mind. she finds; being angelic, creature of ambrosia wine and pearly rose, softest of hellos a murmur upon her breath.


    fleetingly, she thinks of aurum, she thinks of nephele in the sparks of familiarity crackling down spine as she eyes her. the likeness is undeniable, threatens to soften her heart forged skeletal steel. "hey," comes even greeting, but a sharpness follows suit after as chicagocrimes stops before he, like a seashell split on the rocks. "yer trespassin'." blunt are her words, holding a waver of disdain in their notes, a rumble of approval as hellhound eyes the creature, little doll all angels wings and ethereal. "this is th' sanctuary. ya want somethin'?"


    - welcome to the sanc!!

    ❝ IT'S ONLY FOREVER ❞

    The owl hummed as he landed beside Chicagogrimes, hopping forward so that he stood in front of hew in a way that could almost be interpreted as protective despite the fact that not a single person in their right mind would look at this girl and think she's a threat in any way. His wings thrashed, the noise loud and frightening to those unused to it, beak clicking as he snapped it closed. His head tipped to the side, small eyes zeroed in on the stranger.

    Prometheus, also, could be called a Wanderer. He'd lead The Labyrinth and his insatiable thirst for wandering had lead to the clan slowly taking residence inside the Arcane Mountains instead of around or on top of it. Then, as was expected by that point, he'd taken residence somewhere else- still leading The Labyrinth, but then also a member of The Sanctuary. The change was refreshing, the lack of responsibilities he held within the new group, and of course there were... people here that he stayed for. Most recently, Prometheus had merged The Labyrinth with Volary Flights, and the change in him was obvious. He stood taller with the changing scenery, puffed out his chest, altogether looked stronger and less... tied down. Alas, he was not a man of commitments, though that was set to change in the near future.

    He said nothing after Chica spoke, only kept his piercing eyes on the woman before them, one brown and one blue optic almost seeming to stare right through the trespasser. Chica had already spoken all that needed to be said. Anything else could wait, though he was very obviously tensed, put off by the trespassing, ready to shift into his hybrid body at any minute.

    "speech"


    ❝ NOT LONG AT ALL ❞

    I wanna touch

    the world I once dreamed of —

    "Trespassing?" The soft chime of her voice held confusion, before understanding dawned on her. Oh, dear. She had forgotten that these groups had borders that they were especially picky about. It had completely slipped her mind, having spent a millennia at the least having never worried about them.


    She couldn't help but take a closer look at the woman, eyes narrowing a bit in focus. Somebody who probably should've moved on from the realm of the living. A soft, knowing smile graces her lips, one that could be construed as kind or taunting with information she may have that somebody else didn't. It really wasn't her place to do anything about it, if the dead girl had chosen to stay, she couldn't bear to tell them otherwise, and considering she no longer had anybody to nag her about responsibility as a leader of souls. Everybody had their own reasons for doing things, that was what she fervently believed in. She did believe that the universe would balance itself in it's own way, and that was the case here. Even for as long as she's existed, she's only had to step in a handful of times. One soul clinging to the realm it wasn't supposed to wasn't something dire enough that she had to step in. There was always a few spirits that just wouldn't go, but rarely did they take the form of another. Plus, such spunk directed towards her was a bit thrilling, in all honesty. She was used to respect, even when she made a mistake.


    The immortal tilted her head, looking a bit sheepish, that grace she had always held still there as she realized her blunder. "My apologies. I forgot about that little custom." She mewed, her tone apologetic. Something like that would get her in trouble here, she had forgotten. "I'm here to stay for a bit. Or join. Whatever the term is you guys use." She finished, blinking slowly as she awaited a response.

    ◞➳ she carries the grace of an angel.


    it's quickly an association to weave and stem into her thoughts as she first talks, figure dainty and eyes blown wide in an genuinity telling of confusion. she's those stories of the guardians at heavenly gates molded gold and ichor. she's wings strung up of eiderdown and purity holy enough to burn the careless eye. but little angel, where is your halo? she's an overripe temptation, a tea too sweet. her words, oh they come kind, they flow gentle, hold a candied stickiness to them that so sweetly spoken brings forth a softness to shape skeletal heart.


    is that guilt weaving into her very puppeted veins laced lilac blues now, forming and bubbling up at own tone snapped out so harshly?


    prometheus comes, settles himself before her and she doesn't realize his stance is meant to be protective, defensive should trouble brew into being. like he, she sees slim chance of threat in this creature so dainty, so little; ah, if only she knew what she really stood as. if she knew what that narrow of doe eyed gaze meant, what the smile teased into her lips told. "yer fine, i guess; least you know whatcha did wrong." chicagocrimes waves it away, a flutter of her paw. many others have been known to grow moreso . . . hostile when faced with such truths. she's always been quick, been steadfast to set them in place, though. "an' . . . i ain't got a problem wit' ya joinin' our ranks. welcome ta th' sanctuary. you got a name ta you?" never does she realize the delicious irony at work here, puppeted upon strings just like the very body she's stolen and weaved own soul into.