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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=8]There were no physical scars to remind Alarinne of why she had left DarkClan - the sombre, quarrel-filled clan that only held bad memories for her. Whilst she had not suffered with the same arduous struggles as Banner had regarding companionship, the doe suffered with the very opposite - she had wished to get away from it all. Perhaps an odd desire, but she was more than justified with her experiences.

From the very beginnings of her life, Alarinne had always been lost in a crowd - born in a room with peeling, dilapidated walls and surrounded by blurry faces who had only been curious as to who - what - she was, and not for her wellbeing. Left to suffocate in tight, fuzzy blanket that irritated her damp and sensitive pelt, the doe would soon to find out she was motherless, and somehow mad in the brain with the blood of her adoptive father.

Even from the start, her life had been filled with dark oddities.

From there, it was simply unrecognised faces, arguments, raids, brawls, public torture and disagreement. At so young she was sent spiralling into a bad place with all the perturbation that met her at every corner. So young, with a kind nature, left to grow up in a place that would not provide any sort of reasonable nurture, and oh so very little to fairly accomodate her passive personality.

So, she had picked herself up one day and left. Not a single word. The deer wasn't too sure where she was going, but air clean of any sort of miry smell and soaked with all sorts of wondrous new scents and sights was more than welcome. Rinne's journey had been tiring, to say the least - in this moment of break she was offered, with the sun beaming warm onto her pelt, the white-tailed deer nestled beside a small crook near a tree and lay her chin across the earthen floor, oblivious to the stranger who was very literally on the other side of the twisted figure, hidden from her sight.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=8]Food certainly was scarce around this time of year, but luckily for Rinne, she had never really had much of an appetite. The deer's anxiety had lead to her naturally eating very little, for she was never in the mood to - and of course, it was not like her nutritional need had somehow adapted to this deprived diet, it was the sole fact that she seemed to cope with the lack of food much, much better than poor Banner was.

Although she was on the edge of dozing off - with the sun serving as a homely blanket across her back and exposed flank - a small, almost barely audible tune made her ears perk, eyes snapping open. If I could have a single wish, it began, seemingly coming from the left of her -

I would like a tasty fish.

What a peculiar little rhyme it was - the ending seemed to finish with a light sniffle, which made Alarinne's eyes narrow slightly. There was then a slight exclamation from the same voice - which seemed to pull a trigger in her own mind - and the doe shot upright, head whipping to the direction of the tune. Her green and golden-flecked eyes were then met with the rather meek sight of what appeared to be the head and snout of.... another deer?

It must've scented her - how could have Rinne been so oblivious to the smell of someone so close? Very ironically doe-eyed and radiating fear, the flecked cervidae attempted to ease the stranger's fear with a rather submissive position, inching backwards and bowing her head slightly.

[b]"I-I'm not going to hurt you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=8]There was definitely some sense of relief as he decided to trust her and not persecute her physically - or verbally, for that matter. Blinking a few times to clear her still hazy vision, the doe slowly rose to her feet, still slightly uneasy from almost dozing off before. His wide eyes and tilted head only signalled curiosity to her, and without meaning to, she almost mirrored his actions.

"I'm Alarinne," she said timidly - almost meekly - to the stranger. Rinne had always been the soft-spoke type; the doe almost never talked to other people, and when she did, she had a fear that mongered in the back of her skull about coming on too strongly. Although Banner was a stranger her - though not completely, for now she knew his name - it seemed old habits died hard.

[b]"I don't live here, no. I'm.... wandering, I guess. I wanted to get away."

[justify][sup]With only the light chime of her charms gently brushing over each other to signal her approach, Segovia truly was like a ghost; her pawsteps were light against the earth, pupils dilated and nerves alert. Although her trip here had been quiet, there was no telling what awaited her once she finally reached her destination. The Skulls had simply been a name floating in the breeze, with very little to accompany it's airy whispers.

So - Segovia Amil had set out to study it herself.

Mindful of the border, the witch sat down and closed her eyes, letting go of a lungful of air before she called out to the distance; [b]"Anyone around?"

[justify][sup]Segovia wandered up, a small smirk on her features as feather-light pawsteps carried her towards the joiner. "You wish to join?" She reiterated with a sweet lilt to her voice. "Well - your wish is granted. Welcome, wanderer." The witch said with a small bow of her head. [b]"I hope you find it to your.... liking."

[justify][sup]hello loves!

[justify][sup]Segovia had created a small station of sorts at the tree trunk - tail swishing in the air, and her charms creating a very airy, chime-like sound as they bumped against each other, the witch awaited someone to approach her rather elaborate set-up, decorated with vials filled with liquid that seemed to be glowing, small shells, shiny gems and other astrology-centered charms, and an unlit candle.

"Would anyone like their wish granted?" Segovia purred, looking over the clearing. [b]"The only catch is that you must be very careful what you wish for."

[justify][sup]how are we all? <3

[justify][sup]Segovia's eyes widened a fraction at the sheer bubbliness of the stranger towards her. The only clan that she had tried to join before - BloodClan - she had met with a cold tone and an accusatory stare. Now, with the two residents before her eyes - she felt.... welcome, in an odd sense.

"This is The Skulls, yes?" The witch inquired gently. "If so - I would be hoping to join." She finished with a swish of her tail and a timid smile.

[justify][sup]Segovia nodded and gave a light chuckle. "Of course. Don't touch anything, though." She finished quickly with an oddly unsettling wink.

[align=center]Fluffy was chillaxing on a trashcan near the center of the Dome, naively uncaring towards any sort of predators that might go for him. It seemed the fact that this was an 'every man for himself' kind of setting seemed to have gone straight through his brain - for not a flying fuck was found in sight.

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he is my muse

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