low now | returning

  • She was home at last. Did she deserve to be? Her bright crystal gaze would land upon the familiar border, trembling from her sustained injuries. Lips pressing together in contemplation, the partially blind lioness would struggle to haul herself closer to the marsh. Pain rippled through her limbs with each movement, her ears pinned back from the constant wincing. Hopefully Ody was gone, his tendency for mocking words wasn't something she could presently handle. She was thin and battered, bruises and cuts covering her once glistening white pelt from head to tail. Crumpling down to the swamp waters, she'd lap up a tongue of the liquid out of pure desperation for a drink. She wasn't sure how she managed to escape the Exiles or how she managed to long journey home but.. here she was. Would they even be excited to see her? Had that murderous leopard already spread his lies about her? She just wanted to prove him wrong ... obviously that backfired. She'd part her maw to speak but no words emerged, instead she'd just let her head drop down to the cooling mud. Maybe she should just lay here for a little while ...


    violence causes silence | tags


    it's gonna rain till the levee breaks

    AND A TIDAL WAVE OF FEAR AND PAIN CARRIES US AWAY


    RENAISSANCE | BONECLAN | STORAGE | PENNED BY FALLEN

  • JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES —

    And there she was, plain as day-- her unmistakable white pelt was ragged, and her newfound sores and bruises adorned her typically sleek form. Whatever had happened to her, Odysseus planned on getting answers. Finally. Approaching the other with a disdainful gaze, Ody pondered the possible stories in his head. Had she been captured? Was she truly that weak? Her eyesight was failing, perhaps she needed to stay indoors for a while. Or for the rest of her life. Shaking his head slowly, the leopard's hard expression did not shift. He did not make any welcoming gestures-- his imposing presence was enough to demonstrate that he saw her, and he was disappointed. "Got yourself captured, huh?" He asks, standing in front of Ren. She looked like shit-- dry lips, somewhat malnourished frame. They all pointed to the same thing. Renaissance had been captured and harmed by an enemy, an obvious sign of weakness. And now she was resting in the mud, how sad.


    "speaks in green"

    IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE

    tags — penned by Moria


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  • Holy hell he was starting to get really woried, he was about ready to start going clan to clan asking for their lioness back. When the feline catches her scent he comes bounding and sees her laying down, she doesn't look good. Seems he wasn't the only one to notice either, Obysseus is already close by, this is the first time he has seen them together since they were fighting at the last meeting. He ignores Obysseus' comment and crouches beside her, peering at her state of being.

    "Ren, are you alright, should I get some water?" Vulcan asks as he tries to hide his visable concern and relief. The dark feline really hopes she isn't sick too, they have so many down for the count, he is about ready to jump on the herb mask bandwagon.

    THERE'S LOTS OF DEMONS OUT HERE

    domestic feline — boneclan — tags — roleplayed by azheko

  • Of course he was still here. She'd do her best to ignore his snarky inquiry and even his presence entirely, instead her foggy eyes tracing over the still waters of the familiar marsh. It felt so nice to be home. Her paws still ached from the journey but at least the soaked grass was softer than the slick canyon cliffs. She thought she could handle it ... just one little fight with an Exiler. She was very wrong. "Water would be nice.." She'd manage meekly, her voice nearly a whisper from how dry her maw had become with dehydration. Battered and sliced up, she was in pain but thankfully nothing too serious. It was mostly her pride that got destroyed this time. Ody was right, she didn't have what it took to be strong.


    violence causes silence | tags


    it's gonna rain till the levee breaks

    AND A TIDAL WAVE OF FEAR AND PAIN CARRIES US AWAY


    RENAISSANCE | BONECLAN | STORAGE | PENNED BY FALLEN

  • ONE DAY THEY WILL BUILD EMPIRES FOR ME

    he smells blood and rushes to the scene, only to stop dead upon landing his eyes on renaissance. she was back, and relief flooded his veins, but her injuries quickly replaced the emotion with anxiousness. she was in bad shape, though he guessed she would be fine (eventually). he was no healer, and the words 'we need to fetch a medic' nearly left his lips until he ran through the list of members in his head. neuhaus frowned now, realizing that they had no healers aside from the woman before him. well, formerly, anyways. "is there...ya need anything else?" he finally forces good. shit, being nice wasn't his strong suit.


    "speech"

    ━━━━ SEE THE CROWN, SEE THE CROWN, HIS MAJESTY

    BOW DOWN AS THEY BUILD EMPIRES FOR ME *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚

    neuhaus simul stamus praelium harbringer | boneclan | skull | tags