Posts by ín?ctív? ch?r?ct?rs

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=#d2d2d2]Oh, I've been looking to bring Saphira back for good!
She's Basil's ( is Basil still around? ) daughter, and lives/d in the BHR, but without any real motive or push, I've had a hard time bringing her back.
Saphira is very energetic, and friendly, but has sunken down in a slight depression due to multiple factors during the time she was active.
When she gets attached to someone, she never lets them go; she would keep Candy extremely close as a best friend.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]✿—[/size] [size=9px]The saber-toothed margay had to be better activity wise. But here she was tonight. If there was something that piqued her interest, yet for some unknown reason broke her heart; it was the stars. There was something amazing to stare at the distant twinkling lights, but the faint remains of a forgotten life turned it into sadness. Halia loved the stars. So why did they make her sad?

Despite the panging in her heart at the strange feeling, the spotted feline would sit for hours, staring at the sky. It seemed she wasn't the only one. Brown eyes curious, the fem glared at the nearby bonfire - a pirate at heart or not, she did not approve of alcohol - as she turned her head upwards toward the tree, shrugging at the clanmate who called out worriedly to the one in the tree.

Halia wasn't afraid of heights. Without an extra thought, she leapt into a neighboring tree, climbing quickly, before she was balancing on a branch closer to Dopsy's level. With a sad smile, Halia looked up, unsurprised but breathless still at the canvas painted above her.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]✿—[/size] [size=9px]The margay was sitting beside the water in the Basin, under the cover of the large jungle leaves. It was late. A crescent moon hung in the sky, the twinkling lights of stars spread all across on a cosmic canvas. Halia stared silently at the distant lights, a frown on her face. There was something so sad about the sky, so faraway and distant, and she couldn't pinpoint why her heart ached.

Voices from a past she couldn't recall echoed and murmured in her ears. Familiar voices. Yet they were so faraway. ”Farewell, lassie. See you in Davy Jones Locker~” A lone tear trickled down her cheek. She couldn't put a name to the memory, but it hurt. Someone else, someone so much farther away; "...Because it's been nice knowing each and every one of you."

Somberly, the spotted feline placed her head down on her paws, staring at the water, watching it reflect the moon's light. I don't remember, but I miss you. I miss you all. Where did you go? Why?

Halia sighed softly, wishing someone had the answers but feeling deep down inside that no one would, as she could simply only able to ask why.
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"Hey is anyone here!? Papa?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Saphira didn't recognize him, but nor had she recognized those who met her last she tried to come back. But perhaps she just didn't remember. Her tail swished to the side as she stared up the strange, unknowingly looking at her new leader. "Left?" There was a twinge of sadness, and discomfort in her voice, a trace of bitterness sparking in her eyes. Times hadn't been the greatest when she was last, really around, as her father's death - though he came back - impacted her immensely, and not in a positive way. However she was still a stubborn girl, no matter how much she's grown since she last shown her face here.

"My name is Saphira Titan-Aema-Noble, daughter of Basil," she stated calmly, ear twitching. Quietly, she breathed in deeply through her nose, attempting to find her center. When he said everyone? How many of her friends, familiar faces did that include? "I came with plans of returning, I'll stick to them." She was never backing down. "If you'll have me, that is, sir." Her words were gruff, and unwavering; the pirate had never held that much respect for authority, but her loyalty to her birth place was true.
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[size=7pt][color=#d2d2d2]Name • Halia
Nickname(s) • n/a
Surname(s) • n/a
Alias(es) • n/a
Gender • Female
Gender Identity • Female
Age • unknown
Creation Date • May 03, 2016
Allegiance(s) • ShadowClan
Rank(s) • Warrior
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[size=7pt][color=#d2d2d2]Name • Saphira Titan-Aema-Noble
Nickname(s) • n/a
Surname(s) • Titan-Aema-Noble
Alias(es) • n/a
Gender • Female
Gender Identity • Gender-queer/Non-binary
Age • 16 moons
Creation Date • December 21, 2014 - Skipped 4 moons
Allegiance(s) • Blackheart Rouges
Rank(s) • Blackheart
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Whelp, too late. That was fine. The pirate at heart griffin took a silent seat, tail flicking side to side. Perhaps she was a little restless, but she'd be content enough watching a spar. She might learn something interesting; a new move, a genius tactic perhaps. Sapphire blue eyes bore into her new leader and into her new clanmate as she settled down on the ground, resting her head on her paws. Her wings rested still at her sides, ears perked, tail continuously swishing.

Like Malakai, she wanted to see how her clan fought too.
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Many new joiners. New faces. This was good, Saphira knew that, in her heart, but she was down nonetheless. She had yet seen a single soul she had known in the past. Tail swishing side to side, the petite, snow white griffin wandered over at her new leader's call, sapphire blue eyes boring into the striped male. She missed her friends, her family. Malakai looked respectable enough, but the winged pirate reserved her respect for those who earned it. She barely knew him, he wasn't someone she had met before in her time here.

It was nice to meet in the shade, an opportunity to see whom her new clanmates were, but there was a distinct bitterness in her eyes. She didn't appreciate the change time had brought upon her, and she had no way to turn the clock back. Perhaps this was all for the better, yes, but she still had one question. It burned in the back of her mind like a raging fire, refusing to die down. "Saphira Titan-Aema-Noble," for anyone who showed up in time to hear her as Malakai already knew this. She spoke loud and clear, her voice cold and straight-forward. "Where's my papa?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(), auto;][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=9px]Naturally, the one to balance out an apathetic fox was a loud, blunt but very petite griffin. Saphira Titan-Aema-Noble. The not so majestic snow white creature with her feathers ruffled up, was trotting along the open field of flowers. She ought to sour over the entire place - what a sight that would be. Yet flight wasn't something she had accomplished yet. As a younger child, she made flying attempts, but ever since Basil...

She stopped. Who in the Earth's name would just sit in a beautiful field of flowers and read? That was ridiculous. The blackheart huffed softly, before bounding over to Cynthia's side, sapphire blue eyes ablaze in curiosity and bewilderedness. "Hey," she greeted, none too quietly. "Why are you reading?"
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At the moment however, her focus was zoned in on her rubix cube. It was all x's. Perhaps some would 'count it' but Kimama certainly did not. No matter how she turned it however, she couldn't make it so every side was an individual color. That was the proper way to solve it, no? Whether it was or not, the apprentice managed a multitude of other patterns, but none the desired outcome and the look on her face continuously fell each failure. * The idea of finally completing the puzzle fills you with determination, so you try again. *

Again...

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%][size=9px][ ★ ][/size] Kimama blinks, titling her head, glancing to the rubix cube and then to the newly arrived Vidis. She frowns. "How would that work?" She inquires curiously as she finally sits upright, tail curling around her paws neatly. Her head finds itself titled just slightly to one side, golden eyes twinkling in thought. "It wouldn't be able to move around... Would it?" That would be kind of sad, she muses, ears flicking down. It wouldn't be fun not to be able to walk around and see everything and everyone. Life would be so boring just being a little cube, doomed not to move on it's own, waiting everyday for someone to solve it...

"We could give it legs!" She suddenly exclaims, grinning once more. "Lots of legs! Like uh... Like a caterpillar! Or maybe wings! Then it could move right?" [size=9px][ ★ ][/size]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%][size=9px][ ★ ][/size] The apprentice looks taken back a moment, eyes widening as her cheeks flushed beneath her fur. "I'm sorry! I forgot to introduce myself," she sputters, thanking the stars Cadence had reminded her. "My name's Kimama everyone! But you can all just call me Ki if you like." [size=9px][ ★ ][/size]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%][size=9px][...][/size] Tracking. Howdy. c:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%][size=9px][...][/size] There is a wide-eyed, bitter, incomprehensive expression on the kit's face. Mitch-matched optics were a flame in a mixture of confusing and tormenting emotions. Confusion. Desperation. Anger. Denial. Did they do something wrong? Where was she going? Was she coming back? Why did she say she was 'sorry'? She doesn't understand what's going on here, orange ears flicking down sharply.

Now there are certainly birds, she can hear the sharp cawing, the sound sending tremors of chills up and down her back. Her ginger tail is fluffing up, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. She doesn't know what to say. Was there something to say? She just keeps Driftingkit close, head snapping upwards at unfamiliar voices.

She didn't know these cats. These scents. All of it was too foreign. She doesn't know what to do or say. Their voices are soft, filled with concern, but Sunkit is weary. She wanted her mother. Yet she had gone off, vanished into the forest without rhyme or reason.

The kit is quick to tense, freezing up completely, scooting closer to Driftingkit in a protective manner. This wasn't her mother. Yet she curled up in that caring, protective way, the only trace of familiarity in this suddenly cruel world. It wasn't their fault, she tried to repeat the notion in her mind, over and over again. It had to be just their mother. They had done nothing wrong. I don't understand.

[ lost my post had to retype everything -.-' ]