Posts by Avrir

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Questionable. Indeed a good word for the matter which had come to leave them stranded in confusion, struggling to understand, their mind jumping from conclusion to conclusion. Yet none held for long, these thoughts simply faded and in their place new worries grew, only to be left behind, forgotten in minutes. This had lead to be of no assistance for it left them more muddled, yet somehow their thoughts went back to that day, that missing day gone from them, stolen away with no hint of what had performed this theft.

"Save your apologizes for someone who cares about the," a response made with no thought, words that simply tumbled to life in a monotone voice, their teeth closing over their tongue before they could add one last comment. Yet the want was there when finally Isena lifted their chin, catching sight of the frame of the canine and it all came flooding out. "Fucking mutt, you think you've so mighty and important, you're nothing but a fuckk g sleezy asshole." The first notes of anger seeped into their voice but it wasn't something directed to Winter, no, their mind had flooded with a memory of their childhood, of the one who had swept into their life like a hurricane only to leave behind destruction and horror in it's wake. The one before them was not the wolf dog but something else, a towering mass of muscle and bone, teeth shown in a vicious grin, a canine but one of a different origin, hardened by the streets.

Fro their throat a hiss arose, the sound wanting to be a growl, to form that deep rumbling that would fill their chest, but it never reached it, their teeth parting to admit this sound. With no warning they launched themself at Winter, at this phantom of a memory, trying to grab at his neck, muzzle, anywhere they could reach. Soon the phantom would fade but for now Isena saw only what their mind perceived, never realizing that this was not the one they hated, a stranger that they forced into the skin of another.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( it's perfectly alright and sorry this is so late, i've had little want to write lately, i was planning on replying yesterday but i got tied up in family matters )

It seemed that had that in common for Isena had much preferred to spend each day and night curled up in their bed, the world locked outside where it couldn't get to them. Today they had felt the urge to leave it all behind yet everything proved too much, their mind struggling to handle it all. With a grumble the feline forced themself up, trudging down the steps that lead to their house, only to turn to the forest. Beneath that ever shifting canopy of leaves was where they felt at home, where the only fragments of peace was to be found, no destination in mind as they simply walked.

It was the crackle of dried leaves that drew their attention, their lips pressing together into a hard line, posture becoming rigid as they drew to a halt. "Hello? Who's out there?"[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]you guys are mean

alright, now that it is closed i am happy to say partial is fucked up
though later this will lead to a full wipe this route leads to relapse, even with the visions gone the memories are still there, the deaths, injuries, pain, suffering, everything they viewed for that month is still there, someting they have to go through over and over again until they get another chance at the end of the year to wipe it all

what happens cause of this i won't say but damn you guys are mean and this is gonna shape how they will be once the full wipe is complete and they restart, making it much more negative than the full wipe which would have ended in a more positive light

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]ahh what a wonderful world where i get to go no mercy on my character, specially when the fun begins on my birthday but also means there is a month before things kick into gear

anyway, hey dudes[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( this was gonna happen at some point now that i've got my hands on bloodborne and isena deserves a bit of happiness before getting the visions of their hunter version cause those are gonna be bad, the worst out of them as yharnem isn't a nice place )

Each night had come and gone in fitful bursts of sleep spent in the clutches of nightmares, always running, sweat tacky on their skin as their fingers struggled to hold the saw cleaver, but it wasn't them, not truly, it couldn't be. As time drew on exhaustion crept closer but never did they find comfort in sleep, only that dream of running, pursued by beasts that wanted their blood, shouting curses, spitting the word monster at them. Bags came to show beneath those dull eyes and yet they didn't dare sleep, keeping it all at bay as best they could though they felt it's tug upon their mind, trying to draw them in. Sometimes there was good things as well, a doll with skin of porcelain that they could touch and feel, so real was the chill of her cheek beneath their fingers, her words a soft murmur.

With a soft grumble Isena shoved their thoughts to the side, not wishing to dwell on the night terrors, to relive them in daylight hours. Drawing themself up to their paws they trudged down the steps leading to their house, jaws parting in a yawn only to snap shut once more, teeth gritted against any other that dared to rise. Shifting over their shoulders was a cloak, lined in golden thread it was ragged and dusty but warm, the hood drawn up to hide their face. After the first dream of that place they had found it thrown over them, very much like the one they had worn in the dream, and they dared not take it off. It was oddly comforting to wear it and the dreams were less frequent with it on, as if it was a ward that held them at bay, but sometimes they wished they could visit that place, maybe have the chance to walk with the one in them.

Chewing upon their lip Isena plopped down upon their haunches, immersed in the memory of the dreams, not realizing a creature was approaching. Small and hairless, it's skin pale and waxy, drawn tight over it's skeleton yet it's step had a skip to it, the empty sockets of it's eyes focused solely upon the small feline. From gaping jaws the small creature released a low moaning mewl, pressing its nose against Isena's leg, startling them.

"The fuck-!" After these two words their shout trailed into silence, mere seconds passing before they rose and were off running, screaming their head off as the messenger followed, the odd little feline-like creatue easily keeping pace, all the time uttering that moaning mewl.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]of course and a friendship with wingspan will probably be rather easy to accomplish, isena already looks up to her so they'll be overjoyed at the prospect of becoming her friend

edward
wingspan

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]"What are you..." They spoke these words softly, not quite wishing for an answer nor expecting one, their gaze locked on the creature before them. Small and skeletal the thing was clearly a feline of some variety, it's hunched frame covered in a fine, pale fuzz that did nothing to hide the sharp bones the skin pressed against, a soft purr raising from it. Empty sockets stared back at them though clearly it could not see, nor did it seem able to hear, the paper thin ears that topped its head seemingly ready to snap off at any second, scar tissue gathered about the base of them. Atop its paws a long, thin tail sat, twitching every now and then, its body sometimes jerking violently though it never rose, just watch them as they inspected it.

Reaching out they shoved the thing, not all that hard, just enough to make it stumble and back off a few steps, but it only moved forward again, continuing that low purr as once more it sat. "You're not gonna leave me alone, are ya?" Seemingly hearing the question the creature rose, this time it came to clamber up over the top of Isena, pressing its nose against their skull, just below their ear. The touch was chilling, a shiver running down their spine but they dared not move, feeling teeth graze against their ear, nibbling at it before giving a tug, an act seemingly expressing its urge to play. This was going to be an interesting day.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Trapped between their lips was a strand of red liquorice. The candy bobbed and shifted as their jaws worked, chewed the soft treat that was already half gone, a look of content written across their features. Though not one with much of a sweet tooth they enjoyed the raspberry flavoured liquorice, though it's black brethren was treated with disgust, but it had proven hard to come across. Many humans did not like the little thief taking what they pleased and more often than not they left battered and a bit bruised, but this time they were lucky.

Sitting in a patch of sunshine Isena was to be found, a packet of the liquorice beside them while a book was opened in front, their paw hovering over the yellowed pages. The tome was a thick one but it was a story they enjoyed, one of a race of giants though their history was not all that pleasant, a child-like people who found only hate and fear from the humans. Though tragic there was good points as well and they enjoyed those few minutes they had to sink into the story, pausing only to grab another strand of liquorice every now and then as one was finished.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
[abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( i'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, i got wrapped up in my other characters and halloween preparations )

Unlike the advisor they held no good memory that could be tied to autumn, nothing which set it apart as a time of enjoyment, or maybe merriment would have been a better term. It had been the same, year in and year out, the constant pains of hunger and the fear which came with living on the streets, forced to fight just for a chance to live another day. Those days were not ones they looked back on with any fondness and so found it easy to close that chapter of their life, to give it up even if it still slipped into their memories on occasion, to find a place here. And it seemed they had, though few had been allowed close they were happy here, content with life as a whole and they found new memories easy to form, ones touched with joy instead of fear or hate.

"Oh crap." With no prompt this comment flew from their lips, a sharp intake following at it's heels as they watched the proceedings, unsure of what to do. Finally they drew themself up onto their paws and stepped closer, their words pouring forth in a rush, many melding together in their haste to get their message out. "I-it's alright and it was my fault, I should learn not to sit where people walk but I never do, I just forget, or maybe no one has told me and I only imagined it. But I want to help, if I can that is, I don't know much about this sorta thing." Heat scoured their cheeks when they came to finish speaking, their knowledge limited to only what they had read but they did wish to help, afterall it was the least they could do.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( it's perfectly alright and i'm sorry this is late, been busy and i'm bout to hit the hay myself so this is rather quickly done )

They had not been expecting another and their initial reaction was one of shock, a short, sharp cry raising from their lips as they jerked, claws digging into their shoulders. Startled by their movement the messenger had dug in, gripping at their shoulder blades to keep from falling off, an uneasy hiss raising from it. "Oww, damn it no claws," gritting out the words through their teeth Isena felt relief when the creature clambered off, setting itself behind them though it's gaze linger on Wingspan, untrusting of her for the moment.

"Oh, uhh it doesn't have a name, I don't think it can speak," focusing in on the deputy they offered her a shaky smile, pushing themself up so they were sitting, rubbing at the base of their ear. "A-and I'm...good, actually, how are you, Miss Wingspan?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Sleep is a strange thing, a fleeting state of unconsciousness that can be broken by the softest of sounds for an unlucky few, while others can slip so deeply that they can not roused, left to their cream world until their mind is finally released. Their own sleep had been tattered and broken, a mess of tossing and turning through long hours until finally their eyelids were too heavy to hold open any longer, but all too soon it was gone again, the soft creaks and groans of the house settling drawing them back. Finally they had given up when six had rolled around, marked by a blush of pink and orange upon the clouds that gathered about the horizon, tugging on a large black hoodie which swallowed their tiny frame, venturing out into the chill of the dawn in hopes of finding something to keep their mind for even a few minutes.

Finally, with the threat of sleep hard to fight against, they had ventured inside only to come back with a mug. Setting themself within a patch of dew spotted grass they had sat, the steaming mug at their paws, watching as the sun rose uet their mind was elsewhere.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]They were never one for tea, coffee was the one that had become an almost addiction for them and the only caffeine they truly liked, but they were curious all the same, drawing them forward. They had been to one teaparty before, back when they had first joined, but it had drawn to an end well before anything good had happened and so they didn't know what to expect, spiders, however, was not one of the things they did expect.

With fascination they watched the tiny black arachnids as they flowed into the cup, the little ceramic piece holding only a small number as yet more escaped it. Though fear was something they felt for spiders there was a fondness as well, a curiosity for the tiny things and they reached out, letting a few of them climb up onto their paw. "This is rather funny looking tea."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Many say that first impression, those moments when two people come to interact for the first time, are the most important in forming an image of someone. Yet they held no merit to Isena, the small feline found it was weeks, if not months, later that they began to understand who someone was and so cared little for those first impressions, often letting it slip from their mind, there was more important memories another could be within.

But this would prove to be different, one they wouldn't forget so easily. Startled by the sudden voice Isena jumped, their paw hitting the mug though they were able to right it before it was able to spill it's content, voicing a single, sharp word. "Shit." Reaching up they pushed the hood which had previously covered their head, displeased at this interruption yet their smile was hard to fight against, finally curling their lips as they listened to Ritsu, uttering a short laugh. "Don't believe we have met, I'm Isena." Speaking softly they shifted their body, swiveling around so they were facing the canine, some time passing before they realized she had asked a question.

"Oh, uhh, it's coffee," regarding the mug once more they ran a claw along its rim, regarding the light brown liquid within, strong and sweet, just the way they liked it. It was one of the few caffeinated drinks they enjoyed though it did little to wake them, simply pushed the need to sleep to the side where it was easier to deal with.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( because i'm hungry and want pie but i got none )

Set out on a patch of grass beneath the weakening light of the setting sun was a picnic blanket. Atop this blanket were various sweet treats from pies topped with cream, cakes smothered in frosting, and an assortment of pastries, all of which had taken quite sometime to gather, resulting in many trips to and from human settlements nearby but they were used to traversing such places. Now things were prepared but there was just one thing missing; others who could enjoy this sweet feast with them.

"Uhh...anyone want some food? There is plenty for everyone." The black smoke spoke around a mouthful of pie, a plate of which sat before them, hoping that someone might join them. Sometimes it was nice to have company and the past few days had been filled with solitude and silence, it was all getting to them at that point and they wanted someone to talk to for even a few minutes.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]i keep forgetting my plot threads but this one i'll try to keep going, maybe. as a forewarning, i reply slowly to private threads and usually only at night, if i haven't replied in 48 hours or more please message my main, i so sometimes neglect my subs or othertimes i will bookmark a thread and forget it

also, feel free to suggest things that aren't listed here and let me know if you want the thread oeon or private, things like spars, interaction, and aus i will automaticly make open but i'm happy to have them private as well, i just tend to have more interest when such threads are open

open -
relationships; friends, enemies, rival, apprentice ( unsure on for now )
meeting; interaction, exploration, friendly chat, spar
aus; any game, book, or show, modern or medieval/past are also fine

closed -
relationships; romantic and sexual
meeting; exploration of enemy territory, spying
other death, serious injury/maim, limb loss, litters