❝ I'LL TRY TO GIVE YOU LOVE ❞ MEETING 10.01

  • ★ ★ ★ there's no fanfare for this meeting . things were on a steady incline , and enjolras carefully plucked his way to the top of the crumbled rock pile . the routine was ingrained in him by now , and he barely thought of his actions as he called " meeting time ! " alongside helios' tell - tale cry . absently , the emperor tugs at the necklace of feathers , oceanic visionaries contrasting greatly with their red hue .


    ━━━━━━━━ I WILL TAKE THE STAGE ALONE

    AND SOMEHOW MANIFEST A ROARING SYMPHONY *:・゚✧*:・゚✧:

    enjolras harbringer kowalki | vf & sv : emperor & nightwatcher | tags

  • Johnny approaches with Julius settled gingerly between his shoulder blades. His head is no longer a suitable perch, still covered in bandages just to ensure no reopening of the freshly-closed wounds. The eaglet totters on his back and whistles softly to itself, a song that Johnny cannot translate. He settles near the edges of the meeting, his pale blue gaze resting on Enjolras half-lidded. He just thanks the Red God he doesn’t have to squint all the time anymore.


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    take down your hair, forget what you know

    YOU'VE GOTTA MAKE YOUR PEACE BEFORE THE PASSION GOES


    JOHNNY JOESTAR | SANGUINE RUINS & VOLARY FLIGHTS | PARALYZED | STORAGE | PENNED BY MEGHAN

  • TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ —While Atlas didn't mind Enjolras' call, the wolfs' muzzle would scrunch in distaste at the birds' cry. He had nothing against the bird, but as of late his own feathered friend had been waking him up at the very crack of dawn. He loved his bird, true, but sometimes he just... wished to shove him somewhere in a log to keep him quiet. Alas, the man figured that there was plenty of time to make his own bird as behaved as Helios and the others.


    Nonethless, the canid approached with his raven perched awkwardly on the middle of his back. Blue optics would land to Johnny and Atlas made his way over, casting him a tiny smile before settling beside him. He'd wince as his feathered friend let out a caw of protest, scrambling with sharp talons up his back to sit more comfortably on his shoulder. Hopefully he'd sit still if he knew what was good for him.

    DEATH FOLLOWS HIM LIKE A SHADOW

    ☾・゚. —— HAUNTING HIS SHATTERED HEART

    volary flights | condor (shp) | pm for plotting| penned by alberta

  • — What was this? The thistle hued kitten would stumble after Atlas, lavender toned oculars trailing up to the wolf with clear puzzlement. This would be his first meeting and truthfully, he understood nothing. As far as his little youthful brain was concerned, this was the beginning of a party! Or ... maybe a funeral? Nobody seemed all that happy. Peeking out through the white fur that covered his face, Rune decided to remain quiet until he was addressed. Maybe the condor that he'd been trailing for the past week would have some answers for him, although right now he seemed quite interested in the unfamiliar savannah next to him. Why did he sit funny, was that a way to stretch or something?



    outrunning karma | storage

  • She's slipping again, isn't she? Oh, oh dear, she can feel that she isn't doing as well as she could. There are so many wonderful people that she should be meeting and getting to know as they join but she simply hasn't. Is it still because she feels bad about... about helping Miss Stranger pass? Sleepy knows that her worries should fall beneath making sure the rest of the Flights are happy, but this one problem keeps getting stuck in her chest. How horrible of her! She's going to make everyone feel unwelcome and it's all her fault -


    Purple hyacinth flow in waves around her paws until she covers her eyes with them, trying to hide how sorry she is but ignoring the tell-tale blooms.


    "speech"

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    ( *゚+✩ ) ---- if you could just forgive yourself

  • Littlepaw was never on time for meetings - or, sometimes, ever there to begin with. She had a rocky start with Volary Flights and while deciding to become one of them, it seemed that she didn't wish to shake the habit. That is, until today. Maybe it was a freak occurrence, maybe it was an accident, but Lily was relatively on time. She stepped into the meeting grounds and settled in near Johnny, offering the man only a little glance before staring up at Enjolras and waiting for the meat of the meeting to ultimately ignore.


    [ rushed! ]

  • he approached , stance lowered and cautious , unsure how he really fit into the slow gathering of creatures . he didn't understand how they worked , how they functioned , and it was foreign .


    he would learn . he would learn , just like before .


    he settled in amongst the growing crowd , some unfamiliar and others not so much . amber hues settled on sleepy , breath catching in his throat again -- ( she wasn't hod , she wasn't hod , she wasn't - ! ) and then he exhaled . he wanted this integration process to be simple , but somehow the haunting whispers ( which he's tried to ignore ) and the gross familiarity of some people in the flights made it so much harder for him to breathe , to lay down everything he's been forced to carry .


    he was made to carry everything .


    he looked the other way , up to the leader . a meeting . that was familiar at least , not at all foreign . would they be like her meetings or did these involve something different . he was aware of there being several newcomers -- those that joined the flights much like he had -- and he wondered if the leader ( who he still didn't know the name of , he realized . ) would mention them .


    he should go speak to them eventually .


    [ this is hella messy and absolutely 97% ramble , so hhhh im sorry ]


    " speech. "

    NO MATTER THE PAIN IM HEALING , I KEEP DYING

    CHESED AGELESS VOLARY FLIGHTS PENNED BY PSYCHEDELIC

  • ★ ★ ★ the group gathered large and fast , and he couldn't stop the minute smile that graced his maw . they're numbers and activity are growing , and it's clear that the work of the clan is paying off . " we've been growing quite a lot , " enjolras decides to voice , his tone light . " thank you all for your hard work , it truly is paying off ." the emperor pauses to allow his appreciate gaze to roll over the group before he continues .


    " i'd first like to welcome EZRA , DARYAH. , rats , RUNECAST , CHESED . , constantin , TALEN. , LUCIA . , WITCHSMARK , and DUSTVIEW ! . we're all glad to have you . " a rather lengthy list of names in what felt like a brief amount of time ( at least to him ) . it was only a sign of the good progress they were making . " no demotions today , but a first warning to sugarpaw. and sleepingsunrise . i'd like to see you both around a little more often . " his tone is devoid of most emotion , though the smile has dropped from his maw .


    enjolras dislikes the idea of having to demote anyone , but he knows what can happen if someone is idle for far too long . with high hopes for both of the young members , he silently hopes that they find their drive once more . " shoutouts to noir , ezra , and atlas r. , and no promotions . i'd like to give the palila and cockatiel title to atlas as well -- and the cockatiel title to sleepingsunrise . "


    now comes the hard part .


    " the exiles are coming for us once more , " he starts , teeth grinding slightly as he speaks . " they've taken noir , " my goddamn son , " and i doubt they're going to play nice . we need to stay on high alert and stick together . pair up if you're doing patrols . " a low growl rumbles at the back of his throat , and helios shifts harshly in response to enjolras' agitation . " do not run in there alone . don't be foolish . plans are being made , and i don't need to loose anyone else , hear me ? " the ragdoll shifts on his paws briefly starting his descent . " meeting dismissed , unless sleepingsunrise has anything she'd like to add . "


    ━━━━━━━━ I WILL TAKE THE STAGE ALONE

    AND SOMEHOW MANIFEST A ROARING SYMPHONY *:・゚✧*:・゚✧:

    enjolras harbringer kowalki | vf & sv : emperor & nightwatcher | tags

  • What a strange tradition this was. Talen wasn't entirely sure what to think of it. How frequently did they share information like this? Back in Serene, everyone had pretty much kept to themselves. Politics were the jobs of some, not all — Talen included. So to see someone such as himself allowed and welcomed to this meeting, called upon by the leader himself...is this not unsafe? Are they not wary of spies, or blabbering mouths? Worry has the wolf's brow furrowing some, but he doesn't speak up with his questions in a moment that is clearly rather serious. Someone had been taken? Perhaps — perhaps they should not have put their troubles on this group. Or perhaps they could repay this kindness in some way. "Are The Exiles like bandits? Are they expecting a ransom?"



  • ✦ Ezra had pulled himself out of a very comfortable nap just in time to be several minutes late to the meeting, time having been lost to him through premeditated negligence. Nevertheless he was there, picking a spot near the back of the crowd so that he could listen to all the announcements that Enjrolas had to give; he heard his own name recognized and made a small hum of acknowledgement to himself, otherwise remaining silent. He was the epitome of boredom outwardly, yet his ears were perked with a telling attentiveness. When one of the freshest newcomers started asking questions, he spoke up. "Bandits? Kinda," he started. "It depends on who's in charge in terms of bargaining. Most of the time they don't want a ransom for the people they take. They just do it to cause chaos." Or just to kill someone, but he left that unsaid. At least when Ezra took a life, it was useful. The Exiles just ran around for no real reason, which got rather boring in his opinion. Frightening to many -- bland to him.



    ━━━━ TIS WITHIN OURSELVES THAT WE ARE THUS OR THUS

    VIRTUE? A FIG! - TAGS IN BOOKMARKS *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

  • Lucy wasn't the only one having troubles with the exiles, she can see how hard it is for Enjolras speak as he mentions the one they lost. Noir, she hadn't met them, but a friend of a friend is a friend. Nobody had to tell her twice, she was already being very careful, there was no way that she was going to be recaptured after so little time. The girl's claws dug into the ground, kneading the dirt with frustration and anger. Why were the exiles so rotten. On hearing the words exchanged by Talen and Ezra she clamps her jaws shut, they were all too right, she wasn't even sure who was leading the exiles at this particular moment. Why was she so useless.

    I sold my soul, I'm waiting for my pay in full.

    bio / savannah cat / 12 months / volary flights (member)

  • THE WORLD'S NOT PERFECT BUT IT'S NOT THAT BAD —

    ♡ — The small cat shivered. Noir was gone? Her older brother? But why? "I- Is Noir ..." She didn't want to say it. If she said it this would all be real. She felt sick to her stomach, her ears starting to ring. She paused, her ears flattening as the strange sensation subsided. She wasn't what sure what the ring had been, but she didn't care, her heart felt like it was being torn slowly into painful, pitiful pieces. "Is Noir going to be okay? Where is he?"


    The child just didn't understand. "Can we ask for him back? Please?" Her older brother ... what was she going to do without him around? He was one of the closest family she had that wasn't separated from her by a vast expanse of jungle. "I want my older brother back." Was she going to cry? She wasn't sure.

                   

    — IF WE GOT EACH OTHER AND THAT'S ALL WE HAVE

    AND THE WORLD'S NOT PERFECT, WHEN THE WORLD'S NOT KIND —

    plot + bio + white, blue-eyed she-cat with wings + if we have each other then we'll both be fine

  • The list of joiners is long and Sleepy tries to be happy about it, but today isn't one of her good days. Today all she can think about is how long that list is and how many of those names are unanomaly1. The fact that she got a warning only makes her more sure that she isn't doing as well as Mister Enjolras and the Flights need her to be doing. Maybe some small part of her should be assuring her that she's had a warning before and been fine, but she's too busy being sad and trying to hide it.


    They've taken Noir.


    Oh, oh no, oh no oh no oh no. The Exiles have taken Mister Noir? Maybe she can ask Pyrrhic to give him back. She misses him, and it would be better than any other excuse to see him if it also makes the Flights happy. Maybe getting the nice serval back would make everyone happy, and she can feel super good about helping again, and everything will be right. Maybe. Sleepingsunrise manages to stutter out a "Ah, no," when all is said and done. but goes quiet at the following discussion.


    1unfamiliar


    "speech"

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    ( *゚+✩ ) ---- if you could just forgive yourself

  • Johnny listens silently through the announcements, smiling at both Littlepaw and Atlas as they settled alongside him. They were good friends- they brought him peace of mind when other things didn't, and he was grateful for them now.


    He bobs his head in time with the welcomes, the shoutouts, the titles. He stops feeling so joyful when news of Noir's capture hits; he knows the serval has been missing, but hearing it announced like this makes it more real. He shuffles uncomfortably. The Exiles were a group he'd never really scraped elbows with until recently, but it seemed like there was a lot more conflict surrounding them than there had been in his history in the flights. He wonders if he should try to fix up that wagon to make himself a little more mobile.


    Chatter breaks out about asking the Exiles for Noir back, or what kind of group they truly were, and Johnny frowns. He doesn't have the answers. They clearly can't just ask for him back, but can he tell Angeles that? He doesn't have it in himself to tell her the truth, because it would mean that fear would take the place of whatever hopeful fantasy she's built for herself. Would it be worse to let her hopes be crushed, in case Noir came back harmed (or didn't come back at all)? He shuffles uncomfortably, then decides there's not much he can do about it. Julius chirps on his back and he distracts himself by trying to decipher the bird's tunes.

    take down your hair, forget what you know

    YOU'VE GOTTA MAKE YOUR PEACE BEFORE THE PASSION GOES


    JOHNNY JOESTAR | SANGUINE RUINS & VOLARY FLIGHTS | PARALYZED | STORAGE | PENNED BY MEGHAN