Posts by xonos

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]He didn't know what to do, what to say or what to think. It was like wherever he walked, death followed. First his mother since he was born, and then his father when he comes back. Maybe he should just be gone for good, right? Suddenly, tears began to pour out of the quiet boy's eyes. "Why does this happen to me?" He asked, merely for the reason of wondering. He didn't know this Chelsea character and he didn't really care about crying in front of her. This was just something that could not be helped.

"Do you know if any of my siblings are here?" He asked, trying to catch his breath. Maybe if he talked to any of them, he'd be able to figure out what happened to their father. He just needed someone close to him. A family member- anyone. If he had no one, then that would be it. He'd think that the most useful of things to do would be to end his life right then and there. He'd try, at least.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo honestly was trying to stop himself from crying, but he couldn't. This was just going to be the end of him, but he tried to answer her question. "Akrasia, Aurora, Lauren Rose..." He stopped himself short. There were more, but he wasn't exactly sure they were going to be here. He didn't really know if ANY of them were going to be here. He had rarely talked to them as cubs, and now he was... slightly bigger? Still not fully grown, but full grown enough. He never had a childhood. He couldn't have one. Sniffing, Chairo Ciemra took his head up to peer at Chelsea, hoping that she would know of at least one- or tell him any family members he had that he could go to. He just needed... someone.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo would have seem surprised by this newcomer if he was back to his regular mood, but right now, he couldn't think straight. "A-Are you sure? Th-They have to be here... Is there anyone?" He asks, to really either of them. Tears stung his muzzle as he looked down into the dirt. He couldn't look at anyone. Not like this- and to hear the sweet talk about his father made him even more upset in some ways. He barely spoke to him, and he wanted to. He needed someone.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo let another tear fall as he heard the sorries of someone else. He didn't know if he could take it anymore, honestly. What would he do? Who would he go to? "What do I do?" He asks, just out of the blue. He never even meant for it to come out. It just sort of... did. He was breaking down, so of course he'd blurt out things!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]So, he's Husher's son and he came back on the day that he died after having ran away a little after his mothers death, so he's pretty depressed still, and he doesn't know where any of his family is.

BASICALLY

If you're related, plot pls, and if not, he needs friends... or like... mentors... idk cx

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Sure!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Haha, sure!! (:

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threads thoo??

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]// tw's:: attempted suicide/self-harm or whatever :c

It had been quite the journey to get here for a hyena like him. He couldn't do much about it, though. He was here now, so he would have to stay. The only thing is, he had a reason for coming back. He wanted to reconnect with his father. He also had a reason for leaving: his mother died. So with that being said, when he got here to only find out his father had been killed around the same moments that he arrived, he was heartbroken. Devastated. What could a young boy do other than weep for his father? Well, Chairo had an idea. He didn't want to live if this was going to be his life. I mean, who else did he have? Where were his siblings? It didn't matter now.

Chairo simply lied there, in the dirt, outside of the castle. The sun beat down on his face. It felt as if he was being melted. Though, the puddle of blood around him began to heat up too, so it made it even worse. The gashes in his front legs stung immensely. The pain was almost unbearable, but he was just so done. He couldn't take it anymore, so he just took his time in lying down, very tired. He tried and he failed, so maybe he'd just bleed out. He didn't really care at this point.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;][ AUGH apologies. Been so busy with my characters in BC as well as just going on vacation. Semi-bump for I will reply soon! ]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo Ciemra padded up to the strange border, tail between his legs, simply because this was unfamiliar now. It was all unfamiliar. "Was this place not The Dominion before?" He asked, hoping someone would answer. "Is my mom here? Is my dad?" He added, trying not to let his own words eat through his mind. The last he saw of his dad was when he died, or so he thought. He had no idea where his mother was either. He had no place in the world anymore.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Chairo Ciemra saw someone immediately and hope grew within him, even if momentarily. "Yes! Yes... do you know my father, or my mother? Husher, or Grim? D-do you know them? Where they are? Or any of my siblings?" He asked frantically, getting shakier by the second.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 470px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0px;]Hearing all these voices say that they hadn't been around, or seen for a very long time hit him in the chest like a wrench. It was like a pan of guilt, and somehow... betrayal. Betrayal because the only time he got to see his father was the day he died, and his mother? He could never even recall. Chairo Ciemra felt broken, like a broken bone that couldn't be healed, or a broken spoon that couldn't be forged back together again. A broken egg, that even if you tried to put it back together, it just couldn't fit right anymore. "I... I don't know what to do... I don't have anyone anymore... what is my purpose?" He asked, to no one in particular, really. Chairo Ciemra's face was focused on the cold, hard ground.