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    something-- something for her? she gasped, immediately pulled out of her violent and rapidly deteriorating thoughts.


    something for her.


    her maw parted, an expression of pure and honest joy swept across her face. "f-for me? for me?" she asked, astonished. he hadn't forgotten about her after all! "oh, no no no! i love it! i love it, prescriptionpills! thank you!" if it was from him, she would probably accept anything.


    which was stupid, and incredibly naive, but it wasn't like she ever thought before acting on her emotions. in the short amount of time she knew him, pres became one of the most influential people in her life, for no reason other than making her feel safe. (how could a bird like him make anyone feel safe?)


    she dipped her head, graciously picking up the scarf in her mouth. "why would you ever want to burn a thing like this?" she mumbled around the cloth, trying to cleanly and efficiently put on the warm scarf. unfortunately, she was getting tangled.


    but, enough about that - she had someone to best. "s-so," her amber gaze fell back down to her paws. "that cute guy in boneclan..."
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    oh, someone from the exiles.


    ....the exiles.


    without it sinking in, she strided forward, long and heavy steps, hard against the ground. she wanted to sound authoritative in front of this new, obvious threat.


    "arthur, don't," she murmured, voice much too low and uncertain to sound threatening. "i wouldn't give this guy food or water, or anything." hackles raised, she stood on the tips of her toes, in a futile attempt to seem larger.


    "we do not rape nor torture people in blizzardclan. and should anyone do so, they'll hear from me about it." she spat, baring her teeth to the stranger.


    the combatant's eyes did not leave discord, even though she was addressing the rest of the group as a whole. "this guy doesn't want help. leave him to rot! he must be a spy!"
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    "heyy-oo!" divinepaw called out. even though she was anxious quite a lot, she had begun to learn how to take the initiative to talk to people and really interact with them. this new person had a flashy hat. "hey, looks like you're ready to join a school of magic, yeah?" she giggled at her own joke; the simplest things were amusing her these days.


    "ah, do you have any name and business?" she asked, realizing her words came out a bit jumbled. surely everyone had a name... and, well, everyone always had a motivation to go somewhere and do things. but the vintenar's point remained.


    ooc. EDIT: this is her 300th post omg !!
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    "diiiiiviinepaw!" she called out, despite the fact that she had already met many of these people, or already seen them around -- it was good to introduce herself still, right? "i'm a combatant around here!"


    she gave a small smile to orion. "orion pacifell, and... oh- just orion!" she hated it when she echoed names, accidentally including surnames within her speeches. it sounded much too formal. "juuust orion, and crossedgalaxies... i don't think i ever got to say hi to you two before! so, hi!"
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    "i'm definitely for this. the exiles need to be fucking stopped already." surprisingly, her voice was quite deep and serious, a stark contrast to her usual innocent and anxious self.


    "though... weren't we going to do two raids? one in boneclan to destroy exiler presence, and one in the exiles itself..? regardless, i'm still for it. attacking the exiles. "
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    divinepaw x self worth best ship i am absolutely awful
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    divi often wondered if she had a past life. where else would her inexplicable memories have come from? perhaps delusions, hallucinations or daydreams? she always thought that it was the very latter - lots of her time was spent fantasizing about interacting with others, and being successful and doing cool things. slaying a dragon, having a super-cool nonhuman father, being the daughter to a dragon... that was all fantasy, right?


    she felt so honestly comforted around lucina, as if she truly did know her better than she realistically would have now...was that proving the point?


    "say, do you know... anything about past lives?" it was a shot in the dark, but worth it to mention, she figured.


    the combatant nodded, listening to the wise words of her friend. "t-true," she mumbled, her own mind trying to obscure the fact that she was actually talking about this, in an effort to cope. "i 'unno, i've just been... alone a lot. s-so i'd never know, i guess..."


    she sighed, and immediately began to backpedal. "i mean-- no, no! it's not like i'm heartless or have been really mean to people," - which just made her sound worse - "it's just... i've never, i've never had friends? never ha-ad clanmates? never? never had anyone to really call my family..."


    something stirred within her. lucina was family. "so, because i consider you one... family, because i consider you family... it just makes it all that much more special."


    she likely would never solve her inner conflicts without help - she was a social creature, one who desperately sought out approval for every small thing. as much as she wish she could, she felt like she would never have the strength.


    ooc. holy sh it this actually opens up grounds for divi to realistically discover that she can shift into a dragon?? ?? i realized that i have the funds for it ?? ? holy shit
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    new people! there seemed to be a growing surge of enrollment in the school, something that greatly pleased the vintenar. learning magic was a wonderful skill, after all, and she was glad to see that others wanted to improve their expertise as well.


    "hey! i suppose that you're here to join, right?" well, it certainly sounded like it to the feline - why else would lemon be here? "t-there are a few people with dual memberships. take it from me, i live both here and in blizzardclan!"


    her words came out surprisingly clearly and with relative ease, something she never expected of herself. "this is hogwarts, a school of magic! and, well, we're allied with thunderclan, so i'd say that you can go ahead and join."


    perhaps it was because in hogwarts, there weren't that many people buzzing around her, not so many to interact with. she was getting a lot less tired here than in her other clan, but analyzing this fact was spoiling the moment. what mattered now was that lemon was joining.
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    "a-asterion?" she never got to know asterion that well, but she the number of times she swore she bumped into him was astonishing. was there something else going on that she was missing? "so asterion... has one too? a past life?" and here she was, thinking that she was just faking all of her experiences. others were having them as well.


    "what if there's... something larger going on?" a rush of adrenaline suddenly coursed through her body, unexpected and uncomfortable. "i-i mean, like, me and littlepaw and you all feel like we knew each other, and lostboy feels really familiar, and asterion was talking about it! think about it, that's a lot of people!" her amber eyes shone, widening to look lucina in her own blue optics. "maybe we're some part of a bigger picture! or like, like, maybe we're heroes from a distant world! maybe we have a mission and we all forgot it!"


    ooc. omG YES YES MANAKETE LUCINA IMAGINE
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    "pretty fuckin' pathetic raid, if you ask me." divi spat, her usual meek and quiet personality shoved down in favor of a rude and commanding facade.


    "where is your posse, rat?" she shouted, watching as the dragon took flight.


    her bravery disassembled and shattered into a thousand pieces when it registered that the dragon could fly. the dragon could fucking fly. it was quite easy for http to grab her up in a claw or foot, being a small domestic cat of only nine months - what if she died right here?


    on instinct, she shot towards sousuke, hoping that the older, more experienced wild feline would be able to fight for her if attacked. she still wasn't prepared for battle, nor would she ever be. how pathetic was that? she as a combatant that couldn't fight, useless in actual battles.


    now wasn't the time to feel down about herself, but negative thoughts swarmed her mind, uncaring of how dangerous preoccupation would be in this situation.
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    ah, her mentor was holding a sparring session. she looked up to sou, so she wasn't disappointed that he was sparring with ivan instead - she wouldn't be making him upset at her, nor would he find her to be an awful fighter, if she simply didn't fight him.


    she had to get herself out there and start acting like a combatant now, right? with a sigh and a great deal of effort, she spoke. "i-i'm available to spar, if anyone... if anyone wants to." was all she said, sitting down and eagerly watching sousuke fight, mentally cheering him on.
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    CHARACTER NAME; divinepaw cantus xerses-matumaini (to be divineblade)
    PAST NAMES; --
    ALLIANCES; blizzardclan
    PAST ALLIANCES; hogwarts
    RANK; idfk man (blizzardclan)
    PAST RANKS; kit, paladin trainee, paladin, combatant, head combatant (blizzardclan hp), vintenar (hogwarts hp)
    SPECIES; domestic cat(main), dragon
    BIO THREAD; here
    BASED ON/FACECLAIMS; faceclaims henry fathered f!morgan, acts like my interpretation of a perfectly good f!morgan but fucked up. look at it. its got anxiety
    REINCARNATION OF; nahhhh
    PLOT THREAD; LOL
    POWERS; gold blood, the sight, conjuration (non-elemental), shapeshifting (dragon body)
    GOALS; fall in love && then have that love violently ripped away, get abused, become more motherly, become less innocent and quiet, grow up, find her inner emotional power dude im just trying to find a way to bring her back rn
    STATUS; cries
    TAGS; #divineblade
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    finally, action was being taken against the exiles. as much as it pained her, she promised to tell her clanmates about the impending battle with the rogue group.


    "students of hogwarts, old or new, gather!" the domestic shouted, straining herself to look more confident. "n-now, i know we're neutral with boneclan, but blizzardclan is hosting a raid on the exiles here, in response to a rather pathetic raid they held on blizzardclan earlier." who knew? perhaps the situation would garner boneclan's attention and allow them to be allies with the group, too. alliances were always better than being neutral.


    "it, it really hurts me to say this, it does. but... but as vintenar! as vintenar, i beg you all to participate. a few people can go a long way!" indeed, it did pain her - the stress was almost becoming too much between the two of her military-oriented positions. she didn't feel qualified in the slightest to fight, nor to guide others in doing so.
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    "no prob, no prob!" she giggled. "i'm divinepaw, divinepaw cantus!" for once, her introduction came out smoothly and with no prior preparation - using her very obscured last name was not a part of her pre-meditated introductions, most of which she came up with many months prior.


    "nice to meet you, lemon! welcome to hogwarts!"


    divi was completely unaware of her tone of voice. she did not find it suspicious, though if she had been paying any more attention to the serval, she would have probably interpreted it as her simply having a bone to pick with blizzardclan.
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    divi quickly made her way to lemon, standing proudly as a small crowd began to form. "yeppers, sorted!" she said, quietly taking a seat next to the serval.


    said sorting involved... a talking hat, she believed. the hat had startled her, even though she was told prior that it would speak. in fact, that fear was the reason that she sat with the crowds and not her adoptive mother.


    "so! the sortee puts on the hat, and then when it's on, it tells you what house you belong in. ravenclaw, gryffindor, slytherin and hufflepuff!"
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    "u-understood," divi stammered, instinctively making her way to pres; a desperate attempt to feel comfort.


    "i'm gonna... i'm gonna invite hogwarts. since we are allies with blizzardclan, and... and enemies of the exiles..."


    ooc. retro to actually inviting them since i ju st did and thought i responed to this first? fav
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    the exiles. the fucking exiles, divinepaw cantus matumaini had stepped into the exiles' territory for the second time in her life. after the attack conducted by belial that razed off her tail, she wanted nothing more than to retreat to safety. she wanted this war to be over, and she wanted to tuck herself away and surrender. sometimes, she thought that if she lived off of the land with no group or alliance, she would be safe, and never have to worry about anything anymore.


    her friends, her family, and her military-based positions in both hogwarts and blizzardclan disallowed her to do any of that. she had a job, now, and that was to conduct raids and protect her clans. could the loss of her tail ever stop such a noble cause? (yes, of course it could, this was the world's most anxious domestic feline, just not now.)


    "henri," she spat. "henri, you bastard, if you wanted to lead a proclan, then fucking make it one!" her body shook uncontrollably, visible and pathetic. "how about you control your god damned clan, rat!"


    there was no way that what his son had said was correct. henri was not fighting for peace, nor advocating for it.


    she was hyperventilating, golden eyes focused on her target. "we are fighting because you are a shitty leader. a shitty fucking leader, with no-- no self control, not a commanding presence, not guiding your people into a better path..."
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    there, it was happening... people were fighting.


    fighting in her sanctuary. her beautiful refuge, blizzardclan of the floating islands, exiler-free and safe, now tainted with warm blood and loud screaming.


    divinepaw was furious, having felt intense emotions that she never thought she could experience before. she figured the most that she would do was cry and scream, or have a breakdown, even try to kill someone.


    she also thought that this would be happening in her feline body.


    fluidly, in seconds, the combatant had shifted into a draconic form. she found herself standing on powerful back legs, a large, heavy tail toted behind her. magnificent, glowing green wings stretched across the dragon's back.


    dysphoria then hit her, and hit her hard. divinepaw cried out, a harsh and scared noise, flapping her wings wildly. what the fuck was happening, and why did she end up in this form? how could she have done this?


    even still, she knew that she was in the middle of a battlefield, and had to do something quickly. perhaps she could use this new, heavier body to her advantage...


    deciding to do so, divinepaw attempted to grasp http with her new, stronger jaws, hoping to dislocate a limb or otherwise knock them off balance. she wasn't looking, having been blinded by her emotions - the dragon simply hoped for the best.


    ooc. rushed ;;
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    hoLY SHIT all this reincarnation talk is so interesting to take in
    i lowkey love reading these sorts of things???


    and hah i think through nashiro?? divi is through adoption AND spiritually related to the xerses family due to being a matumaini


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    divi could be either a very very very very small sibling or a very very very very small daughter if youd want B))
    also re mind me to officially make and open up the cantus family bc im hyped af for that
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    oh, well... that was just upsetting. "i-i'm not begging," the vintenar was clearly trying to backpedal; indeed, she was begging, trying to connect heart to heart with her clanmates in an attempt to convince them to fight.


    she was a vintenar... she shouldn't have been stooping so low, acting so pathetically as a person in a position of power, right? "no, i'm not, not begging, i don't think i'm begging." she shuffled her delicate paws. "i wanna be just like everyone else. please, please, don't think of me as someone higher than you!" oh, fuck, that just slipped out.


    divi was quite torn on the subject, anyway - she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be seen as an all-important authoritative figure, or just a normal member. while she thrived on attention and importance, she felt like she only gained attention due to having a high position, and she had no ways of determining importance from other aspects of her life.


    oh well. at least makaburi supported her... or at least, she assumed that they did. that was why they nodded to her, right?
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