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Kebechet nodded in response to Melchior arrival and greeting, offering him a half-smile though her attention was still directed at Canoris. When the medic cleared her throat, she turned to her, the smile fading. This seemed serious, to say the least— she wasn't going to miss whatever it was that they were meant to hear. "I want you guys to become my trainees. You both have the healing ability, which is indespensible. I'll still want to teach you all I know about herbs, because I'm guessing your power takes some sort of toll, but it gives BlizzardClan a strict advantage to have healers with that power and I can't ignore that."

That took her by surprise again, to say the least, and she took a moment to stand in silence, contemplating. Finally, she lifted her head, a huge grin decorating her wolfish maw, and nodded. "Okay, Canoris. I'd love to train under you." What an honor! Her heart felt like it was leaping around in her chest. Her eyes twinkled cheerily, though that was the only thing betraying her internalized excitement.

Ouch. Annoying as a hummingbird? That was a little bit harsh, she thought, but it wasn't like she had the energy to argue with him about it. Maybe she was being annoying– not like she knew any better, and the idea frustrated her a little bit. If there was so much she didn't know, then how was she supposed to conform to the norms around here? Why did everyone have such high expectations for her in a place that was still so foreign? Surprisingly, in response to her own thoughts, Kebechet frowned for the first time. She didn't see the aura drifting from his body now, the confusing mix of yellows and oranges and reds and pinks. Her eyes were focused on the ground.

He was stiff for the entire boat ride, but she barely glanced up enough to notice it. They were silent. Awfully silent, disregarding the gentle woosh of the air around them during the descent. It made her ears ring. It made her feel sick and lightheaded. "If I close my eyes, I could lose my balance, Melchior." She replied, now on the defensive. She was annoying, but it wasn't her fault that she was afraid of falling. It wasn't her fault she woke up here. "And I'm not an idiot. I know what that one means. I didn't need to stay on these stupid floating islands anyway, especially when I'm scared, but I did, and if you don't know why then you're the idiot." Her scowl deepened ever so slightly. Was this what it felt like to seethe? To be angry at someone? "If I'm so irritating, you can go back home. I'll find decorations on my own and bring them back." Kebechet hesitated. "I already knew what I was going to find for you. It was going to be a gift. For the bed... and everything."

As though Melchior's offer snapped her back to reality, her brows furrowed and her gaze softened. She still didn't smile– it wasn't the time– but her shoulders slumped as the anger faded from her eyes. Regret cascaded over her like a tidal wave. Why did she snap at him? She felt like she... wasn't supposed to do that. Gods, she was the worst. She'd hurt his feelings.

He was quiet now, which further solidified the guilt building in Kebechet's throat. She'd felt like she'd taken a knife and stabbed him in the gut. "Dannazione...I'm not leaving you just so you can get hurt." So he did care about her wellbeing after what she'd said, at least a bit. That made her feel marginally better. Melchior wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be, and anyone at all could fact check her on that– she wasn't afraid, she was 100% sure of it.

"No, it's okay. I didn't mean to be so rude... I just..." It wasn't good to make excuses, so she stopped herself mid sentence and inclined her head. Her paws seemed to carry her on their own, delicately, and she pressed her forehead against his neck. "I'm sorry. I uh... I stayed here because of you." She hoped he wouldn't bother asking why, because she wouldn't have a suitable answer to respond with.

Kebechet approached first, her maw decorated with a nervous smile. She'd known about this for a little while now, sure, but the finality of the announcement, how official it was, made the situation feel unreal. It wasn't like she'd be unsuited for the job, either! If that was the case, though, then why was she so afraid of stepping up to the task? "Thanks, Canoris.."

helps raid participants

post-raid checkups

helps canoris with her wounds

Kebechet, for once, had expected this reaction out of him, and offered a gentle, sympathetic smile in his direction. He was so sweet under the bitter, angry shell he'd forced himself into. Perhaps, in a way, he was just as confused about identity as she was. Was he trying to fit into a mold forced upon him by someone else, she pondered idly, eyeing his color just like she had the first time they'd met. It swirled like river rapids, like the undertow of the sea as it lapped against Blizzardclan's coast, cresting and falling in hues of blue and red and pink and green and purple, the whole spectrum combining into one fluid coat. She'd never seen something quite like it before– quite like him.

"I dunno, Melchior. There was something about you. Everyone else's color is a singularity, like black or orange. Yours is... well, it's like a painting." She realized, then, that she'd never actually tried to explain it to anyone before. Could everyone else see the colors as well? Was she just telling him something he already knew about himself? And, if that was the case, why had nobody mentioned it before to her? "Yeah. Let's, uh, get those seashells now." Keb's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts now, ranging from Mel to her own color to their new home to the types of seashells she was hoping to find, not slowing even slightly as her paw knocked softly against something half-buried in the sand. Gingerly, the mutant pulled it out of the ground and inspected it curiously– not a seashell, but a toy boat? The thing was painted yellow and blue and green, and was dented in some spots and chipped in others. She almost felt sorry for it, but it just needed a bit of fixing, and maybe... well, maybe it could be pretty again.

//im so sorry but im iwhkfjhfhjakf

Kebechet had overcome the frustration that came with not knowing who she was very soon after her awakening. It had pained her at first, the sense of loss that permeated her thoughts knowing that if she even had any family to speak of, she didn't know who they were. She could have been alone for all she was aware. Her 'project' with Melchior and her appointment to Medic Trainee, though, had helped her grow in character and become the person she was now. She had no need for anyone else in her life but the people who had chosen to stay.

In her dreams, though, that much seemed to change. She had been in a castle's ball, celebrating the marriage of some royal couple with the rest of her clanmates, when suddenly the braziers and candles snuffed out, plunging her into darkness. Where there had once been music and laughter there was now silence and eerie whispers that seemed to cripple her where she stood. The femme collapsed onto the cobblestone floor, covering her ears with her paws but unable to force any words out. There was nobody here. Not in this room. Not in this castle. Not in this world. She didn't know how she knew, but something deep inside her conscious told her so.

For what seemed like years, Kebechet guided herself through the pitch black hallways and around the darkened planet. Not once did she encounter another person. Melchior... Aleksei... Canoris... Greyskies... nobody... nobody... and, now old, she fell to the dirt. In her dying breath, she seemed to be hurled back into the real world, back into her bed of leaves and feathers and lavender, and, in fear and grief and loneliness, she [i]screamed[i]. Her cry broke down then into broken, terrified sobs, even as light poured into the cave, signaling that she was still alive. "Melchior! Melchior, I'm-" Before she could finish, her breath caught in her throat and she forced herself to stumble outside, where she took a deep inhale and then, suddenly, vomited onto the ground.

// PALETHROAT. it might be permeating that far? or she could be sensitive to the emotion manip because she also has it but i figured id tag you since thats where she sleeps lmao

I haven't interacted with Monroe much yet, but he seems really well written! I love the way you made him multi faceted especially since playing kids isn't always the easiest in regards to personality <33

HISTORY.

☾ introduction [CLICK]

☾ moves in with melchior [CLICK]

☾ appointed to medic trainee [CLICK]

☾ hosts her first check-ups [CLICK]

Though Kebechet had remained behind for the duration of Blizzardclan's fight with Alkem– she wasn't a fighter and had decided that her presence would have been a burden– she had made sure to linger close by the raiding party. When the dragon's final breath released and a crash emanated through the mountain, something seemed to tell her that it was time to go, and, with renewed urgency, she made her progress to the sides of her clanmates. Some were injured, others dead, some still fine and grinning triumphantly, and a surge of pride welled in her chest. "Good job guys! Now, if anyone needs healing, please come see me!" She offered, happy for their victory though she had nothing to do with it.

Blizzardclan's struggle with the dragon at the top of the mountain had been taxing, and Kebechet had opted to remain uninvolved for fear that her inferior combat abilities might hinder their ability to defeat the enemy. Instead, she had approached the group once Alkem had fallen temporarily sealing any mortal wounds and relieving any debilitating pain. Her healing hadn't lasted long, though, after the pulse of the lodestone shut her energies down and awoke something in her that she hadn't known was there. Flowers sprouted from her paws, and, in a stroke of luck, she had established that the new ability was... well, she could make plants.

Now, sitting in the center of Blizzardclan's main camp, surrounded by a small but lush patch of marigold as well as PALETHROAT. and ATHANASIUS E. , Kebechet's voice rang out, beckoning any still-injured clanmates to come to them and seek healing.

// Pax. could i get this pinned please?

Kebechet’s recent days had been spent decorating her new room and, of course, striving towards completing her medic training so that she could ascend the ranks. That day, given that the sun was out and a gentle breeze coursed across the archipelago, she’d found herself wandering, searching for herbs even though she was able to grow them herself. At the appearance of Canoris being carried by Leifsdottir, though, her brows furrowed and she rushed forward, surging like a cresting wave. ”Canoris? Canoris, what happened to you?” The shame of not noticing that her mentor had vanished was overwhelming, enough so that her concentration was inevitably skewed. Her mind was racing, healing water pooling at her paws, but she couldn’t seem to lift it, to direct it at Canoris’ wounds. Instead, she forced herself to be calm and conjured vines, trying to gently wrap them around the injured medic so that she could set her into the coagulating and pulsating water. Hopefully the water would be enough to stabilize and calm her, but Kebechet had not yet mastered her powers nor even tested their limits.