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Kebechet's experience in Blizzardclan had been a positive one so far. She'd explored most of the main island at that point, making sure she'd looked through absolutely every bush, in absolutely every ditch, up absolutely every tree. She found baby birds being fed by their mother, a badger that was clearly not interested in having his rest disturbed. A small pond filled with koi had entertained her for a while, too, as she studied their movements with extreme detail, noting the intricate coordination with one another. A dance of orange and white, of yellow and black. The water twisted with them, and she could see the currents they followed. She dipped the tip of her paw in– the water was cold, and the fish fled from the ripples she'd created.

Suddenly, Kebechet became acutely aware of a tingling in her ears, like a soft, gentle hissing. She knew it was there– the sound was very much real– and her head turned slowly, deliberately, searching for its source. Near the pond was a rock, or what she had previously mistaken for a rock, and it shook. A line appeared down the center, then another, and another. Before long, a small, reptilian head poked out, jet black and complete with a set of violet eyes.

Eyes like hers.

At first, Keb was confused, but she was a strong believer in fate, and wouldn't turn it away today. The huge mutant settled easily, curling her body around the egg while leaving plenty of room between it and her body. She would wait for the thing to hatch, and then, she decided, she would take it with her, nurture it, raise it. The name she meant to give it was one of significance, one of power and kinship to her. Apophis.

//based on the ooc prompt i was given! apophis is a newborn indigo snake!

kebechet will definitely get his health from 85% to 100% if you want! she's big on healing (purification) of people and will be glad to make him better uwu

A youthful feline approached the quickly-growing group of bystanders next, one with a face like an angel, but his voice, his language, lashed at her like venom. Kebechet had assumed that he would sound rhythmic, holy– a mistake. She could only guess what he had said to her, as the words didn't click with any definitions she knew, and she opted to pretend she hadn't heard him. Admittedly, the tone itself stung her and left her feeling confused and excluded from some private joke, but perhaps the femme was overthinking it.

You'd let me stay here? That would be, well... nice. She managed to remain collected (surprisingly) and smiled half-heartedly at the smilodon whose name she still hadn't learned. A gesture of good faith was all she needed to give– she was sure of it.

Kebechet was quickly becoming more comfortable in her new home. Or, well, her only home, since she didn't remember anything before her time under the sands, but that didn't matter much. She listened first to the announcements of hostilities, cringing at the idea of a mutilated clanmate, and then visibly relaxed when they got on to recognitions. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth when Aleksei mentioned her, as though she should be honored by the thought, but she said nothing for the duration of her leader's speech.

//track

Kebechet wasn't sure why, but watching the fire devouring its fuel sent waves of tension down her spine. She didn't like the look of it, nor the heat that it emitted— perhaps, she thought, she was afraid of it, but she couldn't quite place why. Instead of approaching, the mutant hung back, keeping a wary eye on Candela in case she decided to spew any more of the foul substance.

//lame mobile track

Kebechet tried very, very hard to understand what was happening around her. It seemed like every day since her awakening on the beach she was forgetting more and more. She no longer knew about the other clans, no longer understood certain concepts that seemed so simple, so ingrained in other people's consciousness. A paladin, a leader, a healer. Sure, she knew the definitions of the words, the way to use them in a sentence, but the deeper meaning that made them personal had completely faded away. All she had now was her name, her body, her voice, and her brash new friend who spoke in a language foreign to her.

When Canoris had sent Melchior off to make her a bed, Kebechet had remained on the beach, politely remaining in conversation with the Blizzardclanners who'd greeted her. As soon as she could break away, though, she did, taking a boat up to the floating island behind him. She didn't know where he might've gone– he hadn't really told her where he planned to make the bed– and his scent wasn't necessarily easy to track, either. It took her a while, maybe an hour, to find Canoris again, and she'd led her to him (thankfully). When she saw him, though, he looked different. A new body, it seemed, but the same scent. She would save the questions, though— he looked nervous as it was, and like his leg was in pain. Canoris took her leave of them before she'd even reached the mouth of the cave.

Curiously, Keb only offered him a nod as she entered, hoping that she wasn't ignoring some kind of etiquette that the Blizzardclanners had. To the left was a room filled with things, probably belonging to Melchior, so she headed right instead, eyes falling onto a perfectly sized nest of moss and leaves and, subtle but present, the scent of lavender. The feathers that decorated it showed the amount of work he'd put into making it for her, and her eyes, despite how reptilian they were, softened happily. Even the pillow and blanket, despite their plain coloring, were welcomed and appreciated. "I don't know what you're saying, but thank you for the bed. It's really pretty— makes me want to take a nap, you know?"

To be honest, Kebechet liked, even preferred, the herbs and pelts that Melchior had lined his makeshift home with. The scent of mint and lavender and citrus, the way that the indoor plants he cared for made even the cave’s air feel fresh, felt like a blanket that she could wrap herself in for comfort and safety. In a world where she was familiar with nothing, this place felt like something good.

His ears folded under the weight of her compliment, and Keb blinked curiously. Embarrassment? She almost expected him to offer her a thank you, but instead, his scathing tongue lashed at her once again. ’Kinda their purpose, idiota.’ Another expectation arose, that perhaps he would walk away and leave it at that, but instead, he moved even closer to her, and she smiled again. Ask him or Canoris for help- it was cute how close the two were, but his calling the medic a hag took her by surprise. Was he always like this? Back and forth, back and forth, like a swing or a seesaw? Perhaps it was endearing, perhaps she needed to study him more.

”I’d prefer to stay here, if that’s okay.” She responded blatantly, twisting her head around to face him. He seemed comfortable in there with her, which she decided to take as a compliment, as strange as it was. ”The fairy lights are nice, they remind me of stars. This whole place is natural. What are we if not that?”

Hey y'all! So, basically the gist of these is that you share 5 little-known facts about yourself, and then 5 little-known facts about your character! I'll start us off c;

Me!

— I have synesthesia, which basically makes it so that I process sound as colors! Everyone's voice has a unique pattern and color, and I have a list of quite a few songs that are especially beautiful

— I tried to turn myself into a mermaid when I was 10 and didn't swim at Hawaiian Falls for a summer because the friend I did the 'ritual' with convinced me that we'd be caught by the CIA

— I've been made an honorary theater kid by my school's teacher since I attend all the events and work shows but I never had the guts to officially join

— My favorite animals are bears and if I could legally own one and take care of it sufficiently I would

— I've been to, like, one of every type of school (public, private, catholic, boarding, home, prep, you name it and I've probably attended one at some point)

Kebechet!

— If she was any mythical humanoid, she would probably be a nymph

— Her theme song is Skinny Love by Birdy

— She has no idea about some words? Half of her vocabulary left her when she woke up, so she has the mental processing power appropriate for her age but has a lot that she needs to relearn

— She has extremely thick black blood

— Her healing power manifests itself as cool water over the wound she's fixing!

Since Kebechet had joined Blizzardclan, Melchior had become her closest friend. Sure, she knew he wasn't ever going to admit that they were, just because of his pride, but she didn't mind that much. The importance was that they both knew it, like the fact itself was some kind of secret— it made her feel special. The way he warmed up when she complimented him, or how his ears fell back when she smiled... their connection made her happy. He was an anchor that kept her from drifting away in a world she didn't understand, but when she heard a scream and the sound of Aleksei shouting Melchior's name, her gut told her that, for a time, their roles would have to switch.

The idea of helping him was a good one, at first, but once she actually saw him tearing at the other Blizzardclanner, it was as though her focus shifted entirely. Melchior was a beast, growls rumbling in his chest and then bubbling to the surface, but she would not bring herself to hurt him. Instead, she allowed Aleksei to drag him away, carefully inching around them and towards the badly wounded NPC. Unwilling chanting poured from her lips, her eyes turned an icy, pupil-less blue, and when her paw touched the NPC's skin, water began to slowly and methodically engulf him. "Purgare eum, munda anima sua et sana vulnera eius. Venit porro ab fontes et amplecti eum..." The rest was incoherent mumbles— the hellhound hardly seemed herself as the water rushed across his wounds, sealing them from the outside in. She could not, of course, completely repair him, but she would stem the bloodflow in a furious attempt to save his life for the time being. When she looked up from her 'charge', the glow in her eyes faded, but the color didn't, and her pupils still hadn't returned. "Melchior..."

Kebechet was there next, still shaken from her encounter with Melchior in his feral state, but willing to help as much as she was able to. "I'll take one."

Melchior's initial hesitation caused Kebechet's brows to furrow in concern. He'd said she could stay here, but he seemed confused, almost as if she was already overstaying her welcome by spending a night. Her eyes darted between him and the floor, analyzing the situation, trying to make sense of her options. She could accept his welcome and stay there, or she could be polite and offer to leave the next day. "Finding a cabin to stay in won't be an issue if you used m- that- room for something else before I came. It's okay." She offered him a reassuring smile, though something a little deeper weighed heavily on her conscience. Was there an aspect of this that she wasn't understanding? Why was all of this so confusing?

"We could go look for things to decorate with, if you want!" The offer came out of nowhere, a measly attempt to bolster her own spirits and maybe learn a bit more about her new friend. She didn't know who Shakespeare was– it might have been a compliment, but knowing Mel, it could have also been a serious insult. "But it's my room, and you made it for me, and we can decorate it together. So it's better than a room. We're gods here." Ironic, that a goddess wasn't even aware of her own divinity (even if that divinity was just reign over cooling water, embalming fluids, and purity), but she relished in the idea of shaping the world to her wants, her desires, and she would have someone there with her. Loneliness was the scariest thing of all.

Canoris’ surprise visit to Melchior’s humble abode surprised Kebechet, to say the least. Even more surprising was her request that they met with her outside of camp. This was the first time anyone here had purposefully sought her out, so when she received the summons, she made a point to hurry to the meeting spot; within a few minutes, the mutant emerged into the clearing. ”Hello, Canoris. Where is everyone?”

His response, so frantic, startled her, and she jumped just a bit. ’No! I-uh, I mean no.’ Something warm and faded radiated from Melchior’s cheeks, a deep pink that was there and not. Kebechet wondered what it meant, wondered whether he could see it too. Was he sick, perhaps? She conceded that she would have to get a journal to write the questions she concocted and to jot down the answers she found. She’d heard that keeping a journal was a good way to learn about yourself, and the gods knew she needed that.

”What does ragazza mean, Melchior?” He’d called her that so many times. Actually, it was the second word she’d ever said to her, which Kebechet thought was kind of funny. It was, in itself, a funny word. Ragazza? Like some kind of a pasta or something, but she wasn’t a noodle, and as far as she knew, he wasn’t some sort of pasta aficionado.

”And I don’t mean buy things, you know. I meant find them.” Narukami had found her, and she wasn’t sure she’d still be here if he hadn’t. Perhaps she would have wandered away again, or she would have passed out once more, that time buried in the waves instead of the sand. But Kebechet was happy she was here, to say the least, hovering with these islands.

’You’re as much of a god as a beetle.’ Her smile didn’t falter in the least, although it softened marginally. ”Open your mind and heart, Melchior. The beetle is the god of his burrow. He might get stepped on, but think about it. Even a room can have a god. Even a god can die.” If there was a limit to how philosophical someone could (or should) get, she hadn’t gotten the memo. Gently, the canid stepped forward and nudged his shoulder with hers. ”Come on. Let’s go look for trinkets and shiny things now.”

[ The first page of Kebechet's journal has the words Table of Contents scrawled neatly in cursive along the top.]

Entry 1 : February 11

Entry 2 : February 13

[ The entries start a few pages in. ]

Entry 1 : February 11

Today I joined Blizzardclan

I met some nice people right from the start like Canorris and Narukame but there was another one that seemed a lot less nice

I think his name was Melkior

He called me something I didnt understand

Ill find out what it means later

Hello again

It has been three hours

Melkior made me a very nice bed

I also found out that ragaza means girl

It is not a very nice nickname But I can tell he means well

Most of the time his cheeks have pink light around them

Make a note to find out what that means too

Hello again

It is night time now

I am under the star lights he gave me

The bed is also comfortable

Good night journal

[ The writing on this page is barely legible. It looks like Kebechet was shaking when she wrote it. ]

Entry 2 : February 13

Hello again journal

Today Melkior had a breakdown I think

It was only a little while ago

He almost killed someone

I think he might have tried to kill me too if Aleksay wasnt holding him back

He was impossible to reason with

I helped the person he hurt

Hopefully Canorris can keep him alive

I am afraid of him

I will not give up however

He is pure in his heart somewhere

I will make him better

The beast was not him I dont think

Not really

Someone else was in his head

I will kill them

Girl? Well, it was appropriate, Kebechet conceded, but not necessarily creative by any means. And then she noticed something else– despite how scathing he could be, there was a side to his voice that reminded her of a hot spring. Surprising but soothing, warm but not scorching. She wanted to sink into it the way someone would sink into a bathtub. As it did, though, the silken rhythm of his voice turned once more, this time to scold her for suggesting that they might just look around. Unlike when he was irritated, though, ripples of blue emerged from his forehead, and she realized then that he was confused, not angry.

"Have you never seen a seashell or a pinecone or a geode in your life, Melchior?" Kebechet teased, voice lilting like that of a songbird. They were beautiful, like him, with his strange body and antlers, and his eyes. This was a cave of stars, she decided, though she wouldn't say it out loud. Perhaps it'd make the pink waves roll from his cheeks again. "If you say so, then. I can live without divinity." She could tell that the subject was touchy for him, and refused to spur on his discomfort just to get him to change his mind about whether they were gods. She knew better than to truly believe it, but... well, it could have been fun to pretend for a while. "No god worth anything would lose their memories, anyway, hm?" Despite an underlying melancholy, the layes of cheer draped over her words covered them like a fine shawl.

She also noted that she shouldn't try to touch him again, and then turned to lead the way out of their cave, heading in the direction of the boats down to the coast. "I overheard someone say that you can hear the wind talking to you in seashells if you listen hard enough." She offered, tail swishing behind her steadily as she walked with him.

Melchior’s response elicited a delicate chuckle from Kebechet. ”So defensive over a pinecone?” Again, she teased him, just to see the way his face contorted in confusion and then frustration when he realized what she was doing. She even noticed the little quirk in his lips, though he forced them down before they could form a smile. The faded pink surrounding him now came from his chest instead of his cheeks as it had just minutes before; she refrained from commenting on it. Instead, she offered him a simple, ”You called me colibrì instead of ragazza this time. Why?”

When they stepped onto one of the boats, its subtle but present sag under their weight made Kebechet’s head spin. She didn’t like heights, and she didn’t like the idea that these boats may not hold them, even though she knew deep down that they wouldn’t. It took all of her effort to not look down onto the beach, whose lapping waves practically begged for her attention. ”I think seashells might be pretty to put in there, yeah. Especially the conch shells.” Her voice trembled uncertainly. All she wanted was for them to reach the ground- there was a reason she didn’t peer over the edges of the archipelago Blizzardclan had established itself on.

When they landed, Kebechet was quick to leap onto solid ground, knees almost failing her (though she managed to stay upright). A breath she hadn’t realized she was holding released, and she felt suddenly lighter. ”Okay. It’s okay.”