Posts by Maykitty

yess great minds think alike XD

yep yep! i'll send an invite soon

He and Rapunzel could have an advanced thread c: she is the rather innocent n' angelic mate of Permafrost, and she has kind of the knack for helping people out. I could make it? ^^

[justify]Once again, Rapunzel would feel heat rise to her face at that compliment from the snow leopard. The angelic female offered a gentle, modest smile in her direction as well as a very appreciative thank you. "Thank you, Toni. You have a lovely name as well." She would say Guided by Permafrost, she would daintily step over the rotted corpses and remains that made up the Bloodclan line, biting her tongue to keep from showing any signs of repulsion or fear. "Only scary on the outside? Alright, Permafrost, I'll take your word for it." She said, returning the smile as she fell into place next to him, fur against fur. That smile faded slightly, however, at the sight of Cataclysm. Oh, the poor dear!

"Cataclysm-- oh, honey, are you alright?" She inquired, eyes soft. She would be graciously answering the others that came after him, but she was too concerned for him to even think straight at the current moment.[/justify]

[justify]It was one of the few times she was without Permafrost, as it had been their official reunion and they've been spending a lot of their minutes awake together. A lot of their catching up was just talking or cuddling, however ; the mere idea of sex really made Rapunzel uncertain ( there were often times where she wondered if she was 'satisfactory' for her love ), but their relationship did not need such to show how much they cared for one another. If he were to ever cheat on her, God forbid, she would probably understand why.

The female was sitting at the oasis, her frame a thin shillouette from the fading sunlight, staring at the water and watching for the occasional waterfowl to land in the middle of the body of water to get a sip of water and then depart again. It was a nice evening; the weather was just right, and the sky was clear.[/justify]

[justify]It nearly startled Rapunze at first, seeing him here, as she originally thought she was alone- but she didn't mind it at all when she realized who it was. She would offer him her warm, genuine smile and instinctively flinched back slightly as cool droplets of water flung towards her, though they didn't bother her too much apparently as she continued to smile. "Oh, hello, Sampson!" She responded calmly, her eyes falling onto his frame. "How are you?"

If she had known that it took those few extra seconds for him to decide how to greet her, the female probably would have been modestly blushing at this point. Sampson seemed like a sweet guy, a guy that didn't seem at all to have the ulterior motive to, ya know, get into her pants. Whether or not that was true she would have to find out.[/justify]

[justify]"I'm good, too. Just trying to get used to Bloodclan-- people can be, um, a little scary." She admitted sheepishly, clearly not having such pride to conceal the honest fact that she occasionally was daunted by those that looked at her sideways or didn't appear to have friendly intentions. However, this was probably not surprising coming from the angel, as she didn't appear to be a tough cookie anyways. Sampson seemed accepting enough, however, and that was all she really needed to feel comfortable around him.

At his following statement, she would nod several times. "I agree, it is! I would be joining you in that nice oasis right now, but I'm a pretty awful swimmer." Rapunzel said, her pretty green eyes falling on the ripples that rolled over the water. "I've noticed that you seem to quite like the water alot, though. Is that true?"[/justify]

[justify]He was probably right. Permafrost was certainly a force not to be messed with and many oftened questioned how a sweet, innocent girl ever got mixed up with a violent sinner. But to that mystery, let's just say that the've known each other for a very long time. "I suppose you're right. My, I really would hope he'd never hurt someone over me..." She sighed, with a tiny frown; where most girls would like having a big bad boy keeping them safe, she simply would hate to have violence to happen over her. It would just be dreadful!

At his compliment, though, that beautiful smile would return. "Oh, thank you, Sampson. That's really sweet of you to say." And it was. He really didn't need to compliment her, nobody did-- but she never lacked modest appreciation when they did.

"You swim quite well, so I believe it. It's nice you have such a beneficial hobby." Yes, most Bloodclanners she met just picked up drugs or sex as a 'pasttime'. Of course she didn't judge, she simply worried over them because everyone's luck ran out. "Would you...mind teaching me how to tread water a little better? You don't have to of course, but I was just thinking...."[/justify]

[justify]She was so happy to be settled now and learn how friendly everyone turned out to be. Not so scary once you got used to it, right? She would probably never get used to the occasional cannibal and the corpses at the border, but she was ready to endure through anything if it meant staying close to Permafrost. It always surprised her how he stayed so loyal even though they were apart. He had stayed single, right? Well, she supposed it wouldn't matter if he hadn't. They were together now. That's what made her happy to know.

Speaking of which, the female was searching for him now, as she wished to spend the remainder of the evening in a sweet lil' cuddle fest with him. She longed for that security that came with his arms around her. "Permafrost, sweetie? Are you around?"[/justify]

[justify]( i guess cheets is not leaving? i'll have to check in on her actually <3 )

Caroline wasn't doing too hot either.

Her breaths came out ragged and strained, an occasional choked sobbing sound rising to her throat before she could even help it. Puncture marks were visible on her scruff, as well as shallow claw raking on her right hind leg. Rape, or at least an attempt at it-- Pressurepoint had returned to haunt her, and oh God, he was doing a fantastic job of it. He was never gentle with her, that piece of *, and when he was it was just an incentive to get her to try to struggle less when he held her to the ground and hit her until she either escaped or guilt made him stop. But the latter was rare; he was a terrible man with terrible habits. And that was that.

The female was saying some pretty bad words under her struggling breath, stumbling over the sandy ground and having little idea where she was going, and she did not care. It was only when she ran right into Coppermine Drachen where she really snapped out of it.

She was knocked into a sitting position, startled, and her eyes would slowly raise to his face. Oh, well, *. Of course he had to be *ing gorgeous. She would swallow hard, still traumatized from what happened but not wanting a complete stranger to see her so pitifully weak. And so, without warning, she would utter these words: "* me."

Whether she intended it to sound literal or she was just saying it to express exhasperation with her own antics, it was uncertain. But it would certainly be a conversation starter.[/justify]

checking & giving

checking/giving!
edit; we don't have purple panseliers, unfortunately, i appologize! i will be giving you a pale green one instead. if that is still not what you prefer, pm me c:

[justify]The strangest thing of all was that she didn't even flinch when he screamed at her. Her beautiful blues were stuck on his, her calm expression not even changing for a second. She could feel the temporary anger cut into her like shards of ice ( over the months she learned from Pressurepoint that rage was far from warm ; it was frigid and unyielding ), and it was a pretty easy deduction that this guy either a) had a stick up his ass, or b) needed a break. She was guessing the second, as she slowly and not very sneakily glanced at those daunting unsheathed claws before quickly returning the eye contact again. He could easily kill her, that was obvious. Pressurepoint could, too, that sick serval, but he always tortured her instead because a good fuck buddy was so difficult to find these days apparently.

But he didn't.

Something stopped him, and she hardly knew what; all they could really do was just stare at each other. And it was weird, for her at least. Nobody ever looked at her that way without intentions to use or deceive her. Nobody. "No, it's okay. Please don't apologize, the fault is mine." She would say first and foremost, her voice smooth as honey. Her words were genuine and calm, and in her gaze one could tell she possessed the combination of smarts and fight that very few had. But even with her intelligence it was difficult to keep herself from drooling over this guy, no matter how well she hid that attraction. It wasn't even sexual attraction, not really. He just... damn. If she wasn't cynical about anything she would call it the foolish love at first sight. "I would have been pissed, too." She admitted in addition, her eyes continuing to be aligned with his.

Business in Bloodclan? Wait, this was Bloodclan? She looked around, first at the corpse littered border and then the dunes that rose to touch the horizons. Nobody. Tumbleweed a could have rolled through, and in spite of it all, she would murmur with a nervous laugh: "You did a fine job of populating." This girl hadn't heard much about Bloodclan, so she really didn't know what to expect-- but hey, if there were more of these sexy fucks running around she would probably check in for a couple nights.

Deciding it was only logical now to answer his question, she would straighten slightly. "I got a boo-boo." She decided to say, before taking a petite paw and pointing towards her flank and scruff, "Here, here..." And then she would do something unexpected, and that would be to point towards her temple. Trauma. Fucked in the head. That's what it had to mean, as there were no visible wounds and she was acting fine. "And here."

[justify]Her eyes would briefly follow the deer as it dropped to the ground, though her attention was quick to find Permafrost again and she would smile before taking a few steps to him. "Hey," she would say in her soft, sweet voice, her muzzle pressing to his neck and taking in his scent. "I'm so glad I'm finally in. It really isn't so bad here." Rapunzel admitted, looking up at him with those alluring green eyes. "And you-- you didn't tell me you were a second tier! Congratulations, darling. I hope you've been making some friends?" Permafrost was always a bit cynical of other people; Rei really wished that he had opened up a little bit here.[/justify]

[justify]"Well, good. As long as you're meeting people." She would say, pulling back slightly from the embrace to look him in the eye. Another smile was quick to bloom on her beautiful features. "Oh, I've made plenty! Everyone's really kind here." She assured. "And even if there was somebody that was a bit nasty towards me--" She would lean in to lightly kiss the tip of his nose before pulling away-- "As much as I appreciate it, you wouldn't have to worry about it." She added with a calm kindness. It was true-- she would never want him to stress over her, or worse, hurt someone just for some rude phrases! She felt rather insignificant to be worth such a fuss like that.

"Though I must admit, I've noticed a lot of members doing... drug stuff. You don't expose yourself to those kind of things, right?" Rei never touched catnip, alcohol, whatever-- all of it seemed terrible to her. It made so many act... bad. But Permafrost? She didn't know about a lot of his mortal life before she found him, so she was not very aware if he had ever taken part in such naughty practices of the sort-- or if he still did.[/justify]

[justify]Caroline would nod in understanding, straightening slightly. Yeah, the fact that they decorated the place with dead bodies might have been offputting to most wanderers, though Caroline didn't really seem to notice or simply didn't care. Knowing her, it was likely the latter. She was far from skittish after all what Pressurepoint put her through, except for when it came to meeting up face-to-face with the demonic man himself.

There really isn't a need for Bloodclan members to travel so close to the border. "If that is the case, why are you here?" She asked then, a question that may or may not have caught him off guard once again. She wasn't looking at him now, even though she wanted to; her Carribean sea optics were on the horizon, where the sun appeared to be tentatively lowering itself. The way she asked him was far from pushy; it was gentle, curious even. Why would you not be curious over such a masterpiece that was Coppermine? They didn't even know each other's names yet, but Caroline didn't feel the need to -- it didn't make much of a difference, right? They were already so... connected, it seemed, already...

Her eyes would find his again, though they were not on her face and that startled her slightly; she shifted slightly, nervous, as if she wasn't sure what he was doing, looking somewhere other than her face. She was not fearful of men, though; she found men to be lovely creatures, a lot of them, warm and adorable with their unyielding desires for the touchy-feely. And believe me, she didn't mind at all the touchy-feely. No, she was fearful of abandonment after the 'touchy-feely' happened. She was tired of being used.

As soon as she flinched, however, she was back to her previous position, her eyes following his to the cuts on her flank and realizing that he only wanted to know what caused it. A completely innocent gesture. "Oh, of course--" She would answer softly. "I suppose I could put it this way: my luck with another male had worn thin, and this was the result. He, y'know..." It was always difficult when it came to this, because the word was so disgusting and hellish she could not stand it. "Got really close to making a sexual advance that I wasn't comfortable with. Rape, in other words." She couldn't speak for a while after that. It was hard, because this man was a man she loved so strongly and wasn't quite able to wrap her mind around the pain he caused her day by day. "But don't worry about it, I'll... just be on my way. You can go back to napping if you'd like."

But no, Caroline, no! You felt that spark, don't ignore it! Hopefully Coppermine wouldn't also involuntarily throw such opportunities away. In fact, she didn't even mean to suggest it; she just didn't want to be a bother to him.[/justify]

[justify]Now that would bring a lil' laugh from the golden-hearted girl. "Oh, we're missing out, then, Permafrost. Hangovers and finding out that I got pregnant and you weren't the father." She would mutter, returning the playfllness but sticking out her tongue bitterly towards the end of the sentence.. Oh, that would be horrible! Drugs changed people, she heard, and she would never want to put herself 'up for grabs' to any disrespectful fuck that walked past- and unfortunately there were far too many of those around here. She didn't want to think about the consequences if that were to happen-- Permafrost would probably hate her, right? She would hate herself, too, because it would mean that she hurt him like Mairead eventually hurt him. "Though believe me, I won't. I don't see the appeal to them, honestly..." She would say, trailing off slightly at his contact and her eyes would slip closed. Oh, she really was in love with him. Always. It had been a while since they were able to really show such affection freely; she now felt much more comfortable now in this quiet privacy where she could hug aned kiss him without passerbys thinking their intentions were anything other than innocent.[/justify]

[justify]An escape? Oh. That changed the game a little bit. Not everyone was happy, she supposed, and drugs could be... their temporary 'cure'. Perhaps some just wanted to have a lil' fun, too; nonetheless it was not really her cup of tea. "I guess that's the best way to go; don't worry about the things you cannot and do not need to control." She mused, yielding to his gentle nuzzles. Each sent a splendid feeling though her-- it really was good to be here with him.

"Wonderful, as I am spending it with you." She said in response to his second question, flashing one of her beautiful, genuine smiles. "I love you, Permafrost."[/justify]

[justify][size=8]That was hard, then, being around people you just couldn't relate with. That was Caroline's life in a nutshell. A pretty face with a brilliant mind; an extremely rare combination, and while the female friends she tried to make just wanted to talk about males, the male friends she tried to make just wanted to fuck her. It was quite paradoxing. "Maybe you should move, then-- to a place that makes you happier. There doesn't seem to be much holding you down here, darling; why keep yourself in a place you don't really like?" She asked calmly. It was friendly advice to say the least, though Caroline didn't really know what sentimental bonds that could have tied Coppermine here. "I'm sorry you don't get along with the people around here, though." It was extra sympathy she didn't need to add, but she chose to anyways. Why not?

At his next words, though, she was faintly surprised by how apologetic they sounded. Really? Did he... Care? No man ever seemed to care about her, so why would this one? A tiny smile would rise to her beautiful features at his awkwardness near the end of his apology. Oh, my. Perhaps it was wrong for her to think it was kinda cute, and she would have if it wasn't Pressurepoint who did this to her, but Coppermine.. He was something. "Thank you, I... Appreciate the sympathy. " She said softly, and that was that.

And Caroline was now just about to leave, trek over the desert to who knows where. But then he stopped her, and she would turn, blinking those beautiful blues a couple times. He wants me to stay? Befuddlement crashed into her like a title wave. The girl was astounded; nobody ever wanted her to stay. Never. Why did he? His words kept echoing in her mind.

You don't have to leave if you don't want to.

"I don't know what I want." She admitted with a sheepish smile, looking so bright and alive when in such a time of despair. "Well... perhaps I'd like a hug. And a sip of water." That smile would fade slightly into something more serious, and she would look towards her paws and clear her throat. "Maybe someone I could trust, that would be nice." It was meant to be a joke, but truth was laced through it so thoroughly that the humor was just flat. It was a cry for help.

[justify]Perhaps it was much easier said than done-- for Caroline, being a nomad was very to-the-point: when your bad luck catches up to you, you get up and move to keep yourself safe from it. And it always worked for her; but Coppermine was clearly different. Bloodclan was his home, in heart and in mind. And maybe it would take a while for Caroline to understand that, that when you truly love something you never really leave it, but she was smart enough to eventually grasp the concept. Eventually.

However, that one contrast did not mean at all that she and Copper did not share the same feelings towards each other. Whenever she looked at him her insides would flutter, and she was rather caught up now in how much she wanted to have him in her life. He seemed... well, perfect. There was very little reasoning or explanation she had to support that except the belief in her heart that it was true. And maybe it was.

"Yes, please," she would answer softly, gratefully, as she began to pad over to his side. And fuck, he smelled good, too. Masculine. Fresh. There was no limitation to how much he made her want to just bend down and propose, despite how fucking weird it would be. There was a friction, an attraction between the two of them neither could see, but they knew it was there. "Oh, I... I'm Caroline, by the way. It's nice to meet you." She would say with a soft smile. "And... about what you said earlier- you claim you dislike the majority of Bloodclan now ; who is the minority that you do like?" Caroline was then to ask gently, curiously, and secretly hoping he didn't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. That would kill the mood fuckin' fast.[/justify]

[justify]Ah, at last; the female had decided that it would be worth her time to find her way back to the place that she left only a month or so ago, to restore the relationships with the people she had grown to appreciate. Where she had been didn't matter; she was back, and she was happy.

The manipulative beauty would sit at the border, awaiting for someone to come. Hopefully one would recognize her? Alaskanriches, Spock..? Shit, she would even feel good if Glitchkit found her familiar. Whatever worked. [/justify]