Posts by MEGAERA.

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GENERAL INFORMATION:
✦ megaera euphemia darling | female [feminine pronouns]
✦ five months | DOB: november 15th | ages at random
✦ undetermined sexuality | no current crushes
✦ child of bloodclan | developing dual alliances
✦ unknown parents | unknowingly generation 3

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
✦ LEOPON [MAIN] | HEALTH: 100% | reference tba
— an incredibly small leopard & lion hybrid with a petite, almost even "short" frame, as she is the runt of her litter and has yet to develop into her fullest potential. the base color of her fur is a diluted obsidian, with hints of ash gray and gray-blue here and there. going across her flanks are darker, slate colored spots that stand out due to her strange mixture of genes, while her muzzle, paws, and under belly remain a shade of off white. her eyes are naturally similar to that of a storm, changing shades of blue dependent on lighting, however they mostly appear to be a crystalline color.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
✦ permanently reversed age
— has fallen trap to a form of dark magic, which has permanently reversed her age on a physical and mental spectrum. she is now unable to remember anything that occurred after her first five months of life, and even that is proving quite difficult for her as she's experiencing a distinct sense of amnesia and only seems to recall small, subtle glimpses. this is now a permanent condition as she is forced to restart life from the very beginning.

PERSONALITY & RELATIONS:
— easily flustered | stubborn | possessive
— compassionate | kind hearted | adventurous
— unknowing to who her parents are ✦ DAREDEVIL X EFFIE DARLING
— currently adopted by no one
— misc relations
✦ best friend(s): currently developing
— ½ of ______
— currently trusts just about everyone
✦ mentally & physically easy | @MEGAERA. INTERACT IN BOLDED WHITE.
— no current mentor, not actively seeking
✦ NO MAIM/KILL/CAPTURE
— elemental powers [undiscovered/unmastered]
✦ nonviolent actions may be powerplayed.

PLAYED BY @silent.

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She's incredibly careless, perhaps even more so than she had been just a few months ago, before an unruly deal involving dark magic dissolved her memories to mush and successfully turned back the dial of time to that of her youth. She doesn't know where she's going, nope, not at all. However, it's the fruitful bliss that accompanies childlike ignorance that keeps her going, every step twice as bold as the next as she trots across the unsteady bridge, foolishly ignoring every subtle creak and moan that warns her of what's to come if she is to continue onward. Caution is nonexistent, and it's surely something to be expected, for what signs could a child correctly interpret in a situation such as this one. Another step, and the old crossway caves under the child's weight, a harsh snap sounding through the heavily fogged forest before an equally concerning splash.

Her paws are flailing, fighting against the powerful river current, her small frame unwillingly being tossed around beneath the surface. The threat of jagged rocks becomes more apparent as she remains beneath the water, impact being enough to knock the remainder of oxygen from her lungs. That's when the adrenaline kicks in. Unruly splashes are heard as she attempts to resurface, pale blue eyes widening in complete horror as she processed what was up ahead. A waterfall. To survive that drop would be pure luck, and it certainly wasn't a chance the feline was willing to take. It's a half submerged land branch that saves her life this time around, the clever utilization of her sharp, little teeth to cling on before gradually wadding out to shallower waters and climbing out completely. Contact with the ground sends a shooting pain down her tail bone, and the femme can't help but hiss in response. It'll dull soon enough, she knows it, but it doesn't stop it from being an unwanted nuisance, especially during her travels to find her home. Speaking of which...

Everything in her line of sight is covered in moss and greenery, a thick blanket of mist covering the ground, making it almost impossible to navigate. It's completely different from the place in her dreams; a expansive desert, covered in sand for miles. bodies, dozens of them, stacked upon one another, mites eating away their eyes. A river of crimson, the metallic stench still fresh on her tongue. The name of the area escapes her, locked away forever, and yet she knows that is where she is from. It's where she was born, long ago, and it remains embedded within her heart despite her physical and mental changes. "This place," The five month old Leopon breathes in, ears flattening against her skull. "Is not home." The pain, and most of all the disappointment, are easy to read, eyes beginning to turn glassy in an attempt to hold back tears of frustration. Why. Why can't she remember? She merely slumps forward, soaking wet, shivering, and alone.

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A weak, defeated snivel is all the little thing can muster as the red panda finally comes into sight, his words of reassurance falling upon almost deaf ears as she is soon distracted by the comfort of the warm, fluffy towel that has been wrapped around her petite form. The material seems to consume her completely, and she can't help but snuggle against it in response in order to tame the overwhelming anxiousness that is now beginning to claw at the very pits of her stomach. "I--" Her voice is somewhat strained this time around, her composure and confidence gradually melting away, replaced by the confusion and frustration that accompanies losing the majority of her core memories. "Yes, I fell into the river." Comes her meek response, "I was stomping on the bridge, and it broke. I'm sorry." Embarrassment floods the Leopon's features then, head being held down in a hesitant sense of shame as she continues speaking. "I'm not--" Another deep breath, her thoughts catching up with her quickly spoken words. "I'm not hurt or anything though, well, at least not that much I don't think." A few bumps, bruises, and a scratch here and there. Nothing that wouldn't heal through time.

The beautiful coyote is the following member to catch her dwindling attention, wide, crystal clear eyes flickering over to the canine and immediately taking note of her strange accent and foreign phrasing. English wasn't her first language, or at least that was what the girl had guessed. It was something that the pair of them had in common, despite the child's own obliviousness to her own Greek roots. Ah, her name? Once flattened ears perk forward, her nose scrunching up in immense concentration. She has to have one of those, right? Well, of course. Everyone has one. It's easier to search her fading subconscious for this answer, for it's much clearer than anything else. "Meg," The feline chirps, delighted. "My name is Meg." That's right. Her mother had named her. Now, if only she could remember who the woman who birthed her was. One, little step at time, she supposed. "I'm very much lost, miss." Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the clouded leopard, who only months ago had been a familiar face to her. Not anymore, it seems "Could someone tell me what this place is?" Aggravation soon bubbles, the fog of her mind still incredibly thick, keeping her from remembering anything. Where was her home? Who was out there, waiting for her to return? "I just-- I want to go home. That's all."

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]What was only supposed to be a brief, overnight stay until she finally found her birth home had suddenly turned into what felt like an eternity long vacation, and frankly enough she has no one else to blame for the abrupt change other than the group of children who had swooped into her life without so much as a gracious warning. Or at least that was what Megaera had continuously told herself, unable to truly express the sense of comfort they had provided through out the long process of growing accustomed to this clan and its strange ways. Their values and morals were still proving to be quite the challenge, even now, but who could really blame the little girl who so vividly remembers the scent of death that aligned the borders of her home, maggots feasting on discarded body parts of victims that remained scattered along the borders. Although her kindness and compassion came easily, understanding the difference between right and wrong didn't always occur smoothly. It was a learning process, that was for sure.

The petite Leopon is the third member of their group to arrive at the scene, her slate colored fur soaked to the brim in an assortment of silver and champagne colored glitter which seems to cling onto every individual strand on her body. Her steps are completely confident as she walks, her head held high, not quite minding the fact that her vigorous glimmer and shine just might be reflecting off of her and into the all too sensitive feline eyes of her comrades. "Oh, come on, quit being a Mister Grumpy Gills." Comes the femme's sweet chime towards Win, every inch of her (literally) radiating with immense excitement as she thoughtlessly sprawled herself out between the two of them. Everything with her always seems to be immensely casual and carefree, her tail swishing out behind her, purposefully thumping both males. "Is there any ground rules? Like maybe, no daring each other to eat your own limbs, or like icky mouth smooches. Or is it just a free for all?"

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]She doesn't quite know what she's doing right off the bat, or just why the simple action of weaving flowers together seems to bring her so much inner peace, but it's something that feels right, and that alone is enough motivation for her to continue on with her task. These flowers are different from the ones that so vividly haunt her memories; brilliant, giant blossoms collected from assortments of cacti, only found in the hotter and more tropical climates of the place she assumes was her previous home. They're a lot smaller here, scattered across Blizzardclan's border in clusters, the colors varying from lighter tints to the much darker shades she had collected around the river bank where her accident took place. Shoving them all into the tiny, woven basket she had borrowed previously from Lori, she would soon find a quiet place out in the main camp to temporarily call her own. Under the protective shade of a near by canopy, Megaera would set herself to work, first separating the flowers by their individual color and then by length. After all, organization was key, especially when it came to arrangement of flowers. It wasn't long until the femme began tying the stems together one by one, her nose scrunched up as she concentrated on her own movements.

It was certainly more difficult than she had originally imagined. Every now and again a knot would suddenly come lose, earning a child-like curse in response. It wasn't anything too graphic, just the occasional 'fudge-nutters' or 'son of a biscuit eater', all of which were pretty dang ballsy in Meg's all too pure imagination. The first crown the little Leopon manages to finish is an assortment of white roses and daffodils, all carefully placed in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. She can't seem to help the bright smile of triumph that crosses her features at that moment, a bubbly laugh flowing easily past her maw as she places the crown gently on her own head. Something seems to tug on the child's heartstrings then, a familiar feeling of nostalgia coursing through her veins, causing the giggle to soon die upon her lips. Larger figures seem to flood her memories, older canines and wildcats all gathered together, wearing the crowns she had made. She can't seem to put a face to these people that so often fog her consciousness, but it causes her heart to ache with longing none the less. She misses them. But who are they?

Her mind begins to wander yet again, little paws working diligently on the next crown, the one darker and greatly contrasting her own. She works carefully in an attempt to shove way all that she was feeling, pouring all of her energy into the many flowers splayed out before her. Maybe she could give some away, and make someone's day just a tad bit brighter. Wouldn't that be nice.

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]The child, so immensely consumed by her diligent work, barely even notices the larger male that approaches her at first. She remains with her nose oddly scrunched, paws weaving stems together in a steady pace, gradually adding in each new flower only to tie it into place before beginning a brand new section of the crown. If it weren't for his sudden inquiry he would have most likely remained undiscovered by the young femme, and so as soon as the unfamiliar voice reaches her sensitive ears her head immediately snaps upward, storm gray eyes going wide. She certainly hadn't been expecting any sort of company, and the fact that this boy seems to be in her own age group only serves to make her more anxious than anything. Her mouth opens the slightest bit as if to respond, though words seemingly escape her. He's cute. A complete mess, but still very much cute. At that moment she closes her jaws, pale blue gaze slowly running over his dirtied form and taking note of every distinct feature before once again allowing it to open. "I dunno, what're you doing." It's louder than she intends it to be, her tone harsh and crackly as embarrassment seems to flood every inch of her being. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and if it weren't for the lack of screams she'd swear they actually were. Oh no. She didn't mean to say it like that! That didn't even make sense! He probably thinks she has no manners, and that she's some mean, rotten kid, or even worse, a weirdo. A knot quickly forms in the child's throat, and just like that she's shoving her own face back into her work, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Ohgodohgod—

For the first time since Meg's abrupt joining, Lori's appearance doesn't seem to provide her with any distinct sense of relief, especially after what had happened. In fact, the compliments only seem to increase her urge to regurgitate her earlier meal, the heat soon travelling to her ears as her soft eyes soon meet with the older canine's. "You—" Everything with her seems to be so hesitant, so unsure. It's obvious that socializing with others isn't one of her strong suits, especially with being new and completely unfamiliar with clan life. "You really think I look gorgeous?" Maybe Lori was just being sweet, that was all. There was no way she looked that good, right? It's Kate's following confirmation of her 'loveliness' that causes Meg to rethink it all, an abrupt giggle tumbling from her tongue an out into the open. Perhaps the flowers really did serve to highlight her developing features. Did she look softer, more feminine like Lori did? She certainly hoped so. The canine was just so darn pretty. The thought alone is enough to give her a subtle burst of confidence.

"Hey you—" There it is again, that not so intentional crack in her voice, yet it's somehow loud and commanding just the same. She's looking between Wintercub and her finished product now, mumbling inaudible swears to herself before finally getting up and marching towards him, head held high despite the slight quiver in her stumpy legs. "You're cute," Megaera blurts out, looking him straight in the eye this time. "Take this— uhm, i-it's for you!" Standing on her hind legs, the Leopon quickly places the finished crown on his head, briefly admiring how the dark colors compliment him. She even flashes a sudden smile, bright and bubbly as she's very much proud of her work, before finally realizing what she's doing and scampering between Lori's legs. What on earth had she done? Rubbing her face on one of the canine's limbs, she lets out a disappointed snort, ears flattened against her skull.

Hopefully others would want a crown, and it would be enough to distract her from this girlish nightmare.

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She couldn't exactly say she was all too surprised when she had spotted him clawing his way up their long staircase, his appearance from head to toe completely disheveled and most likely all alone. The majority of children who ended up stranded here came along exactly like he had, often times escaping horrific circumstances only to end up at their borderlines parentless, starved and dehydrated. The conditions in which they came were, more often than not, appalling to witness. After all, no child should ever have to experience the cruelties of life so early on, forced into the reality of things without so much as a warning. Strangely enough, Meg had experienced something similar before finding her way to Blizzardclan. Grated she hadn't been in a fire, or had to bury the corpses of her parents, but she had come here just as lost and confused and probably ten times more afraid than Domino seemed to currently be. She hadn't known where her parents had gone, or her two siblings for that matter. In fact, she couldn't even remember their faces, let alone their names. Her memories had seemingly vanished, and just like that she had been left to fend for herself, constantly looking for home she knew little of aside from the subtle flashes of sand dunes and that overwhelming feeling of nostalgia that would flood her senses every now and again.

Adults are chattering back and fourth, and despite her sudden appearance the petite Leopon catches on to a few words in Luna's statement with ease. "I can get the water!" Comes Meg's boisterous, muffled response, a brown satchel being held as gently as possible between her baby teeth. Where she had gotten it from on such short notice remains unknown, but it's obvious from the little femme's upbeat attitude that she's eager to contribute to this child's recovery. Placing the bag down she begins to rummage through its contents, quietly mumbling to herself until she pulls out a canteen, holding it up in triumph. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Wintercub, and despite the awkwardness that came with their last encounter, she allows her smile to grow into a full blown grin as she glances his way before opening the canteen and offering it to Domino. Luckily enough for him, Meg had been on an expedition to find a certain species of flower, leading to her smart choice in luggage. She hadn't actually found what she was looking for, but the ones she had gathered in her bag were just as pretty.

"Did you really come from over the rainbow?" She wasn't one to ever correctly grasp to use of sarcasm, and so her inquiry holds a large amount of innocence as she looks at the chocolate lion wide eyed, awaiting the details of his travels from this majestic place. He claimed he wasn't a baby, but he sure as heck looked like one. "Do you have a name?"

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Her actions were sporadic, completely and utterly reckless, something thought of mostly on the spot as a sense of immense irritation gradually bubbled beneath the surface of her skin. It was enough to cause her whole body to quake with rage, cheeks turning a bright, crimson hue as her voice immediately rose about ten or so volumes from her usual pitch. She couldn't help that frustrated yell that rumbled deep within her throat before finally allowing it to billow past her lips, childish tears threatening to dribble down her cheeks as her two friends quietly attempted to explain just why he had left so suddenly. They would pat her shoulders comfortingly, telling her that he'd be back before she'd know it, however their feigned reassurance did little to cease the subtle tremble of her lower lip. He would be back. She knew that much. After all, he wasn't one to just leave everything behind, at least not permanently. It wasn't even his abrupt decision that upset her in the first place, but instead his complete leisure in walking away from all that he knew when he hadn't yet allowed her to say her own, proper goodbyes. The audacity of some boys, really. It was as if they lacked proper manners the majority of the time.

She hadn't listened to Boy or Robin when they insisted she leave him be, let him find his own way, and come back when he was truly ready. The more the pair insisted he needed this time to heal, the more she blocked them both out, too offended to focus on reason. He left, just like that. No, see you later, Meg. No, hey I'll be back soon, or maybe even a little note on her porch step to at least say bye. It absolutely infuriated her, and only fueled her own motivation to track him down herself as she scampered away despite everyone else's protest. It didn't take the Leopon very long to follow the trail Wintercub had left behind, relying on nothing but scent alone as the snowy tundra soon morphed into the scorching desert that expanded out before her. It was so different from Blizzardclan's climate, and yet she seemed to savor the feeling of the harsh rays beating against her spine. Everything here was just so familiar. The sand, the heat, the pungent scent of death. The name of the place seemingly escaped her, just as many of her memories had, though it did little change the fact that she recognized every inch of this place. Was this it? Was this home? She wouldn't know, at least not for now as her nostalgia was quickly replaced with untamable rage once a certain male lion came into view.

"You buttwipe," Her words were spoken fiercely, little body flinging itself through the air as she aimed to tackle Wintercub to the ground, paws completely outstretched in order to pin down his much larger form.

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]She doesn't quite know where exactly she's going, or just how long she's been walking, however from the heavy soreness provided by her now cracking paw pads the little leopon can only assume it's been at least half of her day now, if not more. Rising during the early dawn, before the sun even managed to peak behind the large, sandy dunes of her new home, she set out thoughtlessly on her quest to visit her dear friend. Now, with rays that beat mercilessly upon her pretty features, she figures it's somewhere past noon if not later. It's been a long journey from Bloodclan, and the sensitive, pink skin beneath her toes is beginning itch horribly, dried traces of blood causing discomfort as the femme continues to navigate blindly through the most foreign of terrain. The jungle habitat in which this clan resides in had sounded pleasing at the beginning, though now with each unsure step she takes into the wilderness, Megaera cannot help but regret it altogether. The humidity is something she has yet to ever experience, and having been much too caught up with excitement to bring something as simple as a satchel of supplies ( she did bring a small baggie but it didn't exactly have anything helpful in it ), she can't exactly say this is a rather positive experience.

You're not doing this for you, you're doing it for Darkpaw. It's that mantra alone that keeps the five month old going, stumbling helplessly through thick vines and encountering a rather persistent giant bug, yet never once stopping. Well, maybe she stopped once on account of that freakishly huge bug with a thirst for blood and apparent vengeance, though that had merely ended with a mad dash to safety. Other than that, she stopped for no one in order to see her friend.

The sour scent markers placed upon their borderlines is what finally causes the child to halt dead in her tracks, her pale nose twitching as she casually sniffs the air for any signs of a nearing patrol. She doesn't catch anything fresh right away, however the girl knows someone will come along soon enough, insisting she state her purpose and perhaps even demand she leave. It was a possibility considering all that Megaera had heard about the group, though it did little to phase her as she proceeds to flatten down her fur and adjust the brilliant blossom behind her ear in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. It's a stretch, considering her slouching shoulders and overly tired appearance, but she'll manage.

"Hello?" Her tone is soft and curious, deep blue eyes scanning the undergrowth. Surely they wouldn't see a small child as any sort of threat, right? You never quite knew with this group, and just what would ruffle their fur that particular day. They were, after all, a bit moody from what she understood in that naïve mind of hers. "I'm here to visit a friend of mine. His name is Win."

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[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]hello everyone !! i recently came back with my main character Megaera Darling,, though this time the character comes with a twist. she has been reversed into the mind and body of a five month old, and has gained permanent amnesia due to dabbling in very dark magic. in short, she has no memories of her past ( nor memories of those she's interacted with in the past ) and is instead starting a brand new life with only very faint flashbacks to guide her.

after wandering into blizzardclan and spending some time there, she has found her way back to her old home; bloodclan. you may view her tags here. :^)

OPEN TO: interactions ( sort of low muse, so i would prefer if you had a set plot for the thread pls ), forming friendships, enemies or rivals ( she's a spitfire & extremely sassy so this is very probable ), spars or training buddies ( i'm looking to toughen her up so yES ), baby crushes on her ( yes this is very cute omg ), adventures & exploring, plots ( yES YES ), and literally anything else you can think of! i'm very open to ideas.

CLOSED TO: litters ( she's five months old, so no ), death, serious injury, long term relationships.

✦ PHYSICALLY & MENTALLY EASY | @MEGAERA. / ATTACK IN BOLD WHITE
— mentored by no one, though that is due to change
✦ NO MAIN OR KILL, ASK FOR CAPTURE
— fluent in greek and english, learning french
— elemental powers: water [undiscovered/unmastered], memory manipulation [unmastered/undiscovered], controlling & sensing emotions [undiscovered/unmetered], the sight [undiscovered/unmastered]
✦ POWERPLAYING PEACEFUL ACTIONS ALLOWED.
✦ PLAYED BY @silent.

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]@Legion.: sure, we could do that!! it would be interesting seeing as meg's not accustomed to the exile's and their hostility just yet, so it would be somewhat of a new experience. would you be able to make their thread??

@Betrayal Mallister: she's not up for actual adoption seeing how keen she is on finding out what happened to her real parents,, but they can form some type of parental bond once meg gains enough trust in him?? :^)

@Monaco: aaa sure that sounds really cute!! meg is actually going to come back to blizzardclan soon and have a dual alliance,, so maybe they can meet during one of her visits there. would you like them to have a thread?? c:

[center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 400pt; font: arial; font-size: 8pt][align=justify]hello everyone !! i recently came back with my main character Megaera Darling,, though this time the character comes with a twist. she has been reversed into the mind and body of a six month old, and has gained permanent amnesia due to dabbling in very dark magic. in short, she has no memories of her past here in bloodclan ( nor memories of those she's interacted with in the past ) and is instead starting a brand new life with only very faint flashbacks to guide her. she isn't even aware of her Darling roots, or the fact she has a last name.

she's open to pretty much everything seeing how i want to continue developing het, just nothing like death, litters, or permanent relationships lmfao. so pretty please post and suggest something,, cause i would love to have her get to know everyone and make a permanent place for herself here seeing as this was once her home long, long ago <3

also here are her tags :^)

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It's been a little over a week now since she had been unexpectedly dropped off onto Bloodclan's borders, Wintercub (or rather, Darkpaw, now) wishing her a swift goodbye, imploring her to be safe before heading out on his own soul searching journey to whatever godforsaken place he had decided to travel to this time around. It had all been a little more than just a nerve wracking experience for the child, having successfully locked herself inside of her den despite the heavy nostalgia that managed to weigh down her heart. She recognized this place so vividly from her dreams, a place that had at one point haunted her so immensely that she found herself wandering aimlessly around the world in order to find it. Now she was finally here, home, and yet she could not bring herself to step foot outside. She was scared, terrified, even. The land itself was so familiar, the beautiful white sand dunes and the harsh, scorching sun, and yet the people were not. She knew no one, and had actually been determined to keep it that way, or at least that was how it was until her earlier visit to The Exiles. Darkpaw had changed so much under such little time. His body was broader, hardened by training, features overcome by tiredness and fatigue. He was making the progress he desired, and it gave Megaera the courage to do exactly what she had come here for; to seek her own change, and find the answers she'd been longing for.

The door to her humble abode practically flies open that morning, wood making contact with plaster and rattling the hut from its roots. It's perhaps a little too much noise to be making so early, however, the petite feline doesn't seem to care as she instead throws her little, woven basket over her shoulder and heads out. There's a noticeable spring in her step as she walks, a brilliant grin illuminating her pretty features despite the gradually increasing heat. It doesn't take the petite femme long to reach the outer edges of the territory, pale, seafoam colored gaze locked on the blooming cacti before her. There's so many colors this time of year, it's almost overwhelming, and she can't help but let out a delighted squeal in response. Maybe she should make something to send to her friends? Cam and Babs, no doubt, would love to receive something like this. And Rob, well he looked great in just about any color. She wasn't too sure if Win and Boy would appreciate them all that much though.

She begins picking the flowers with ease, going after the most vibrant colors first and gently placing them in her small basket, a parting gift from Lori. (Speaking of Lori, maybe she'd send her something too). The Leopon would stop occasionally, craning her neck to inhale the lovely fragrance before plucking it from the roots. This was one of Megaera's favorite activities, and it was evident in the way she'd hum her sweet tune so freely, completely consumed in nature.

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yes yes yes they need a thread asap,, meg's currently dealing with flashbacks and weird surges of nostalgia so she'll for sure need a buddy to help her get the hang of everything again

i can see that omg,, that'd actually be really cute bc meg is still a sensitive lil bean ( for now, cause she's due for some drastic changes >:^) ) who makes bb