ACROSS AN EMPTY LAND [joining]

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  • Soft snowflakes fell at the feet of the dense pines beyond her, to this she was oblivious. The forest echoed with many beings, the pale glowing of various energies in the looming darkness. Her tall white ears could pick up faint whispers, to which piqued her interest even more, she was oblivious to the fact that this was someone's land. She was even more oblivious to the scratches across her flank, dripping red in contrast to her stark white fur, dappled with soft gray flecks.


    She took a few steps into the foreign forest that brimmed with unseen energies, a soft breath escaping her nose. Silent hopes were left unheard and unrecognized, she was still unable to smell. Faint memories of familiar smells tossed in her memory, though she had no idea what they were, maybe this is the place she would find answers.

    *:・゚✦ IF I JUST LAY HERE, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME? *:・゚✦

    — kiss of winter's fury (winter) | she/her | 10 months | amnesiac —

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  • Ver had known Stone and Petra's brood for the most part she'd watched them grow up; particularly Scintilla but the rest of course for the most part had fled the nest or had disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the ruins after their father died and their mother had perished and stayed dead for a longer than comfortable amount of time. The family was one she was never close with but one she felt connected to by chance, a family she'd seen brought into the world and one she'd brought from the very depths of the Exiles home when they were just young mewling things. They wouldn't remember her of course, but she owed them and Petra for everything that happened to her and the Ruins afterwards. Without Petra's torture she would've never met up with Nadine on the fateful night as horrible as it seemed.


    Those cubs led her to her "destiny" if she thought of it that way.


    She doesn't recognize Winterpaw as she is now, but would hurry towards her regardless concern crinkling her brows as she draws closer to her. ”Kid” she woofs to her eyes looking over her wound ”What happened to you?” she fiddles with her herb pouch as she waits trying to draw it off from where it was looped under one of her smaller wings.


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  • ★ ★ ★ while ver seemed to know the young apprentice at the border , enjolras did not . the blonde liked to keep to himself for the most part , and being younger than ver , hadn't been around long enough to watch families come and go . the only family he really kept up with was his own . six new kits , all looking like they'd directly stepped out of a bird nest .


    winterpaw's white fur reminded him so much of his children , and his visage softened as he approached the duo . ver is already attempting to help the kid . the scent of the blood registers before he can see it , and enjolras is immediately on guard for any lurking attackers . " mind telling us who are you ? " he inquires , attempting to soften his tone , though not quite managing .


    YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT ──˚₊✩

    ITS REASONIN' MADE LUCID AND COOL

    ROSEWAR A.. EX VOLARY FLIGHTS EMPEROR. TAGS.

  • Ewan had been entertaining himself outside of camp. Most everyone seemed to either be off doing something important or generally not up to giving the dog any attention. How rude of them. It wasn't long into his trek into the pines, however, that he smelled a stranger. Not only that, but a stranger's blood. The hound's eyes squinted at the smell, trying to identify any familiarity. None was found until the voices of Ver and Enjolras were heard.


    Dark paws carried the canine over to the gathering group, approaching softly as to not frighten to injured stranger. Seemed most of his questions had been asked already anyways, so he chose to remain silent till the other spoke.

    BEHIND THE HOUSE THE GROUND HAS OPENED UP

    AND THERES A PACT WE MADE, IF ONE SHOULD FALL THE OTHER FOLLOWS IN

    EWAN - 12 MONTHS - SV - INFORMATION - PENNED BY KOSE - ICON BY KEDA

  • Several beings aproached the child, their intentions she could only guess until the first one spoke. Ver's voice wasn't familiar but it was kind and laced with concern, what had happened to her, was something wrong? Her attention was drawn to the next voice not as soft as the last but not menacing, before she could speak her attention was turned to another who approached quietly and did not speak. Her clouded gaze focused on the first to speak as she tried to think of what they might be concerned about. "What do you mean?" she'd ask telepathically, hoping that they heard. Win tilted her head in confusion, being blind and having severe nerve damage, she could feel nothing at all.

    While it was a cool party trick, she would never know whether she needed care, or whether she was about to die. Her clouded gaze shifted to Enjolras, focusing on something and nothing at the same time.

    "Winterpaw, or Winter." she'd offer telepathically, unfortunately her only means of communication at this moment.

    *:・゚✦ IF I JUST LAY HERE, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME? *:・゚✦

    — kiss of winter's fury (winter) | she/her | 10 months | amnesiac —

  • Her ears would press further against her head at the words that rasp over her mind, telepathy was a power she never knew how to feel about but if this was the way the girl felt comfortable speaking she’d say nothing of it even if she held apprehension and distrust towards most with such powers. The canine would shake her head even if unseeable by the girl something must’ve been wrong with her; maybe she was in some sort of shock but how had she gotten this far with her mind numbing and screaming at her all the same time? ”You’re hurt, you’re bleeding everywhere” she has to be blunt about it she couldn’t hold back with some matters when it came to kids. She wouldn’t lie about anything that could harm them if they weren’t aware.


    ”Winterpaw I’m going to help you out alright? I’m not going to hurt you but I’m going to patch you up a little before bringing you to our camp” she explains to her gently as she takes what she needs from her herb pouch. She would chew up a wod of Marigold before pressing it onto her paw and then attempting to smooth it as gently as she can over the wounds that claw up Winterpaws side. ”Hold still...” she unwinds her linen bandages and if the poultice was applied she would quickly attempt to wrap the bandages around the girls midsection and wounds.


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  • Bleeding. For a moment the meaning passed over her head, before she realized the severity of the word. How long had she been bleeding? She holds back an instinctive flinch as she sees Ver's energy grow closer. She peers at the others as Ver tends to her wounds and holds as still as she can given the minimal control she has over her body. Muscle memory is a god send. The snowy feline wonders what kind of place this is, why were they helping her, did they want something from her?

    "Where are we, there are so many spirits?" she asks telepathically while gazing about, wondering how they all got here. They were taking her to their camp right, was their camp in there?

    *:・゚✦ IF I JUST LAY HERE, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME? *:・゚✦

    — kiss of winter's fury (winter) | she/her | 10 months | amnesiac —

  • She wraps her up ties the bandages relatively tight but lax enough to allow her to breathe. It's not her best work but it's enough to last her through the day and night until she redresses the wounds when the girl wake up tomorrow. She needs to make sure she has enough supplies in their infirmary however and with so many getting injured all the time, winter was a rough time for them only made worse with every attack and injury they were faced with.


    Her ears perk as Winterpaw speaks again and she's quick to answer, she knew the spirits well by this point and though she hadn't mastered her power she still could comprehend and handle them. ”You're in the Whispering Pines; the home of Shadow Veil, you're gonna be safe here” she first answers making her words clear with a certain conviction and hard truth to them ”Don't pay the spirits any mind they're harmless for the most part just focus on my voice and they will fade into the background, this is their home as much as it is any of ours you'll get used to them” not really but she'd learned how to cope and put up with their existence.


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