Posts by August D.

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Just as Seija had voted against the use of weapons, Florence had trotted forward with her trusty steak knife, whom she affectionately called Stacey, clamped tightly in her jaws. "Now I just look like an ass," the Oracle complained jokingly. "And it's all because of Seija, as usual." She threw a smile in the leader's direction to let her know that it was all in good fun.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]The thing with names was that even though they were considered permenant, they were so easy to change. All you had to do was just make up a name and decide that it was yours. Whatever you wanted to be called was what you could be called. It was just that easy.

Halle thought about this as she trotted up to the border. She wondered if it would be a smart choice to keep her full name a secret -- the four-syllable moniker was impossible to spell and a pain in the ass to pronounce properly, so it would be smart to spare the poor citizens of LithiumClan the pain of learning how to spell the girl's full name that she went through growing up. That, and revealing her full name would give them power over her that they wouldn't even be able to conjure up in their wildest dreams, much less control. The white wolf stopped just before the scent marking, silently praying that no one would ask for her full name. It was unlikely, though, and even if she did, she could always just lie. Lieing was one of her many talents that had been finely developed after all these years.

"Halle Kissinger," the girl announced. "Looking to join." Her last name meant nothing; it wasn't even her real last name, just something she came up with a while ago and decided to stick with. It sounded nice with Halle, pronounced Hahlay. Thank the gods LithiumClan wasn't big on formalties like using your real name, one of the things that made it so attractive to her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt; color:#;]"Nice to meet you," Halle began. Her green eyes swept over the small crowd congregating at the scene. "Nice to meet all of you." She hadn't expcted anything much -- just one or two people would've been fine, but there wasn't much she could do now. It wasn't like she could just will them away.

She coughed once and looked over to Peregrine. "I'd like to find my own way around, if that's alright," the girl answered. Halle preferred to get familiar with her new territory before she did the same with the people it came with. A force of habit, she guessed. People changed, but buildings and land didn't.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; color: #6E6C6D; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 120px;]Melville wanted to find a new place to call her home and by a "miracle", which included a week of watching Kaer Morhen intently to find out what kind of people who lived within its ivy-covered walls, she'd found The Rift. She'd nicknamed the place they called home Olympus because of both its impressive size and the strong presence of gods and goddesses. It would've been enough to scare away the average loner, but Melville liked to believe she was, at the very least, slightly above average, through her appearance said otherwise. Her slight, multi-tailed form looked as though someone had sucked the color from it, leaving her with steel grey fur and similarly-colored eyes. She was forgettable; this simple fact wasn't something she flaunted but it was just that: a simple fact that wasn't up for debate or discussion.

The small kitsune quickened her pace as she made her way to the bridge, unsure of how accommodating the Rifters would be if they saw her cross it. "Hello," she sent, unwilling to yell. "Melville Hathor Divinus, looking to join the Rift." She sat back on her haunches, her seven tails set out behind her. She supposed she'd started well, but she wouldn't be certain until she was accepted.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #292929; width: 200px; height: 92px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style:;color: #827F84; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; float:right; text-transform: lowercase;font-style: italic;]melville hathor divinus // 30 moons // the rift member // jaune/noirscape x npc // female (she/her) // grey kitsune with grey eyes // six powers // silver blood and tears // demisexual biromantic // single // attack in #FEEB47 // #melville2k16 [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; color: #6E6C6D; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 120px;]All of the faces that appeared before her were familiar from her castle-watching days, but now Melville could give names to the faces: Harley Quinn, Cavalrychoirs, Giana, and Rey -- all easy to pronounce and set into her memory. "It's nice to meet all of you," the fox-like creature returned. She turned to the Chief and politely nodded, her way of showing how appreciative she was without wasting words. "I'll keep that in mind, Calvarychoirs."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #292929; width: 200px; height: 92px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; font-style:;color: #827F84; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; float:right; text-transform: lowercase;font-style: italic;]melville hathor divinus // 30 moons // the rift member // jaune/noirscape x npc // female (she/her) // grey kitsune with grey eyes // six powers // silver blood and tears // demisexual biromantic // single // attack in #FEEB47 // #melville2k16 [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; color: #6E6C6D; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; padding-top: 120px;]Melville wished she had the deep-rooted connections that Rey had. She kept in mind, of course, that Rey had been here much longer and therefore had the time to develop such relationships and that in time, she would come to form her own, but still she envied the younger feline. Close frelationships were always something she craved but was never able to achieve as both an only child and a loner. Hopefully the Rift would be different for her.

She liked the feel of the salty flecks of spittle the ocean would release as it churned against the sand, so she found herself at the beach often. This, however, was her first time encountering Rey there. "Hey, Rey," she greeted, still a distance away from the heir. It was a rule of hers to never get into anyone's personal space when they looked like they were in deep thought. Since Rey at least looked like she was in deep thought, the rule applied to her as well.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Florence had started to rot in that damned basement. Her once lustrous blonde fur had clumped and fallen out in unseemly places on her now-skeletal frame. Her bright copper eyes had given up their wild, dangerous glint only to be covered by layers of dull patina. She was nothing but a husk -- no, not a walking husk. A still husk, a dying husk. She tried so hard to find Luke only to lose herself not only physically, but mentally. Her own insanity, like the wolf Fenrir of Norse legends, had broken from the chains she'd given an arm and a leg to subdue it with and waged war against her healthy state of mind. It clawed the fragile being down word by whispered word in a language Florence no longer spoke but understood perfectly.

"You'll find him, alright, when the two of you are both where all the evil little sinners go."

"No, no, no, no, no. I'll find him and he'll be alive and he'll come back and make everything better," she would yell back as she stumbled desperately down the decrepit hallways like a starving person to a Thanksgiving dinner that had only existed in their imagination. Then she would call for a King who had once been glorious but by the cruel hand of God had become confused and pitiful. A former King who would never call back as she wailed for his return, "Luke! Luke, please, It's coming for me. We can fight It together, Luke, just please let me find you!" Ugly screeches and other sounds, sounds so horrible they would make even the most devout atheist fear the Devil, would leave her dry mouth as she felt It's cool breath gently caress the bare skin of her mostly-furless neck, begging her to just "give in, let me have you again."

And then her beautiful King would appear in front of her with the golden aura of a god, pulling her away from the shadows and bringing about a temporary reprieve. He would never be close enough to touch, though, leaving Florence to ache for him as he receded and left her to fight It alone. But his presence alone would enough to drive her downwards into the next level of the basement. The cycle repeated from the second floor on down until Florence had lost track. Numbers, and her own name, didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered except running from It and to Luke.

She was on what would've been the 14 floor, if she'd been keeping count, when she stopped running and let her ragged breathing go soft. In front of her was a hole, like the one on the first level of the basement on steroids. Its gaping maw opened wide, inviting her to plunge to her inevitable demise at its unseeable bottom. She should have jumped right in: either she would've died and found Luke in Hell, or she would've survived and -- well, go on to find Luke in Hell's sister city.

But the weeks with only the scrawny little mice she managed to catch were catching up to her, and she collapsed just at the hole's edge. Her oxidized eyes stared into the pit, hoping for the tell-tale glow that would force her to go on. Instead she was met with a darkness that seemed to churn like the primordial sea. It seemed to pulse from within, drawing her closer with each beat of its black heart. Florence was hypnotized by the movement and almost against her will, she dipped a paw into the blackness.

Tendrils made of dark shadows enveloped her with the same sense of desperation that she chased after Luke with. Weak and exhausted, all she could do was let the creature escape from its prison cell and take form beside her. Its shape shifted from that of a cat to a spider and a tiger, only to settle on a wolf. A blond wolf. A blond wolf whose eyes should've been sparkling blue pools but were instead black and empty.

"I knew you would come down here eventually," It finally said, smiling at the confused serval who lay helpless in front of it. "Maybe not when your two lovers were around, but soon. And here you are, looking for your favorite of the pair. He's gone. Right when you need him most, he's gone." It shook out its stolen pelt and gazed at Florence with its empty eyes. "But me? I've always been right here. When your Lover Boy and... the other one became just like you back in August? I had my hand in that. Not saying it was entirely me -- I didn't have the strength then -- but I was there."

"You don't seem to realize that I was always there, Florence," It went on. "I held your hand as you sank into that bloody bathtub, as you hurled yourself off the roof and called it a fall. They both left you behind, but I never did. I've always been with you." It reached out just then, a cream-colored paw extended to gently stroke Florence's tear-stained cheek. "I never made you cry like this. When you were with me, I made you feel indestructible, immortal, powerful. "They always only did one thing to you, and what was that?"

Florence swallowed the lump on her throat and sobbed, "Made me cry, made me feel useless."

Looking satisfied, It nodded. "Don't forget unloved and unwanted. And it wasn't just them," he insisted. "Everyone around you made you feel like that. Devlin, Biyoka. Your own family. All of LithiumClan. And yet you stayed here, away from me." Its touch left her cheek as Its paw grabbed her own. "Just let me hold you again, Flor. I'll make everything better, I promise."

He was offering her the one thing she was never able to obtain: forever. She had gotten everything -- power, wisdom, fame and importance -- all on her own, but the one thing she never could manage was a promise, a promise of "I'll be by your side forever", something that only came with the tender little thing known as love.

It loved her.

Michael never had, which was understandable. See, Florence had never loved him. Her crush on him was a lie that she told everyone, herself included, until it became the truth. It was a way to put her affections for Luke aside, a way for her to love Luke without getting hurt and without betraying Biyoka and Bessie. Luke might've cared for her once upon a time, but if he really loved her, she wouldn't have had to come down here to find him; he would've stayed, knowing how wrecked she was. But he hadn't love her, so he'd disappeared.

Which made her wonder, what did she have to lose? No one in LithiumClan cared about her except... no, not a single soul cared about her. A name had been on the tip of her tongue but as she stared into Its abyss-like eyes, she forgot. Or maybe remembered that truly wasn't anyone who cared for her anymore.

It held her, ridding Itself of Its physical form to gently sink into Florence. "I can take care of you," It whispered in her ear. "It'll just be me and you down here together."

"Forever."

"And ever and ever and ever until we both rot away."

In the darkness there was a name remembered.

A flame was sparked.

In the darkness a name was whispered.

A flame blossomed into a fire.

In the darkness a name was screamed and a past was let go.

A fire grew into an inferno.

"SEIJA."

Florence stood in the lobby, sapphire flames rolling off her back and jumping to the nearest flammable thing. Her body tense she rose from her crouch and took in the scene. The whole lobby seemed to be engulfed in blue fire that would undoubtedly creep up to the floors above and smoke out her clanmates, and what could she say?

"Well, everyone knew I was going to burn this place down eventually so this probably won't be a big deal."

And then came the realization that LithiumClan's home was actually on fire and that she was actually putting people in danger, even if all she'd meant to do was destroy It's sanctuary and prevent It from fucking with anyone else. Always an eloquent speaker, Florence summed up her situation quite perfectly with a simple realization.

"Seija is going to kick my ass when she finds out."

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TL;DR basically the hospital is on fire because florence fought the demon that lived there who is also her own insanity and yeah all you need to know is that everything is on fire and it's florence's fault.

tracks this

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 16pt; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14pt; color:#;]Amid all the chaos, Florence had snuck out throw the infirmary window. It was funny, having to follow the same trail that her younger brother's leg had taken almost a year earlier. It was funny enough to let a laugh fizzle out of her dry throat as she thought of Tattered's beautiful little face. Thinking of him brought back the question of what his warrior name would have been.

"Tatteredheart," Florence decided as she shimmied through the narrow entrance. "His name would've been Tatteredheart, or Tatteredmachine or Tatteredbeauty like his sisters." Sure Luke probably would have been the one to bestow Tat with his warrior name, but it wasn't like he could've stopped her if she wanted to be the one with that honor.

Finally out of the smoking building, she ran around to the front, standing where anyone could see her. Flames still lapped at her spine and ankles, pinning the blame on her. Hiding, she figured, would make it worse.

/ bro this is such a lame post
+ FLORENCE AS RED MY LORD AND SAVIOR
PROBABLY THE BEST IDEA I'VE EVER HAD

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 16pt; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 14pt; color:#;]"I was kinda just fighting a fucking demon, m'kay, so gimme a second to chill, alright?"

Seija's welcome was pretty much exactly what she'd been expecting. The young leader would just save the non-pressing questions for later, when everyone wasn't in mortal peril. At least she had her priorities in order.

Having finally caught her breath, Florence straightened up to her full height and towered over Seija. She figured she might as well answer all of Seija's questions now instead of prolonging her inevitable punishment. "I was in the basement looking for Luke," she started. "There are like tons of levels to that bitch, and on like floor 14 there's this big ass hole that happens to have a demon in it. So I killed It and burned down It's sanctuary. Accidentally, of course. And I can't fix this shit, Seij. I'm so fucking drained right now."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 16px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; color:#;]A guide to Florence Nihium-Harbringer's bodies. Included with each listing is a weight, a height, a description, and a reference image. They're in no particular order but whatever body she's using currently will be indicated in some way. If you are looking to plot with Florence, please feel free to PM her sub account or my main account: Fuentes

BODIES —
> Melanistic Lioness
> White Serval
> Platinum Blonde Domestic

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> Weight: 183 kg
> Height: 175 cm
DESCRIPTION HERE

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> Weight: 10 kg
> Height: 56 cm
DESCRIPTION HERE

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> Weight: 4.5 kg
> Height: 22 cm
DESCRIPTION HERE

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 16pt; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; color:#;]could you make the thread? i'm stuck on mobile atm