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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Melodicbalance Darling[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]TIDALCLAN — WARRIOR — [abbr=17 moons physically, 21 moons mentally, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in mistyrose, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Ascended Maid of Rage, formerly Estella Darling]OTHER[/abbr]
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]"Oh boy, you're awake," Mel meowed flatly as she approached in her domestic body. She was taking it easy, and hobbled around slowly so that there wasn't much consequence when it came to more pain in her leg and stomach. That didn't stop the feline's heart from practically jumping into her throat as she looked Dallas over, though; honestly, Mel didn't believe that was ...
Him.
Him, the short-tempered asshole whom Mel had bantered with during her brief stay in RadicalClan. Violet eyes widened slightly as that fact occurred to her, and the goddess suddenly lost control of one of her powers. Said violet eyes turned hazel, her birth colour, in shock. So ... she had known him, as Estella? Before she got her memories back and all of that? How the hell was he even alive, anyway? Mel honestly had so many questions, but they barely showed on her face at the moment.
(( and there we go again with stupid muse revolving around Dallas jfc I'm just ))
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