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Xenia had been sitting, but leaped up with sudden energy once she had been assigned her group. She liked Oilspill and Blazeheart - she liked everyone, really, accept for maybe the mean folks from the Exiles - but she was unsure about Remus. Everyone seemed to get a "creepy" vibe from him, but Xenia didn't, which made her wonder what she wasn't seeing.
Still, she managed a genuine smile, and walked right up next to Blazeheart. She was ready to go, but then Byakko approached. She studied the exchange carefully, and waited to pipe up until she guessed that they were done. "Oh no," she gasped softly. Kits, dying? That sounded absolutely awful! Xenia didn't want this "silvery queen's" offspring to die. But being rather pathetic in the world of herbs and medicine, there was nothing she could do.
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//retro to "adventure" with the exiles
With so many members of Stormclan either sick or injured, there were very few hunting patrols going out. And although their numbers were dropping as dead bodies appeared every day, it wasn't enough to make up for the lack in hunts. Thus, the fresh kill pile was at its all time low. Xenia grew more and more frightened each day, as she saw her clanmates begin to fight each other for scraps of food.
The tasmanian devil was unusual. She was pretty awful at hunting, and each time she tried to go out and hunt by herself, she came back empty handed. It wasn't usual for her species to be so bad at catching prey. And with the extra stress of the illness, Xenia was getting frustrated. Eventually, she gave up on her private hunts. She knew she would need some help.
"Hey, who wants to go hunting?" she offered. Surely nobody wanted to hunt, but it was something that had to be done.
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Xenia woke up abruptly. When had she fallen asleep? She looked around - everything was so loud, yet she couldn't hear anyone speak. The wind was rushing all around her, so loudly that even though she could see someone's mouth moving she couldn't hear their voice. It was all so surreal, it took the tasmanian devil a long time to realize that she wasn't dreaming. This is real.
The sudden realization terrified her. She must have gotten knocked out somehow, or maybe she fainted in panic. Well, that wasn't any good, considering she was already starting to panic again. Where was everyone? Maybe if she found someone familiar, and stuck with them, it wouldn't be as terrifying.
Xenia raced around camp, but her vision was clouded and she couldn't recognize anyone. The wind had kicked too much dirt into her eyes, and everything looked brown unless they were really close. There was only one thing left to do, something that came naturally to Xenia: dig.
The little tasmanian devil stopped in the middle of camp and let her paws do the work. With a sudden ferocity that seemed very much unlike Xenia, she tore up the dirt and began making a hole. It wouldn't take but a minute to make a small "burrow" of sorts for the girl to hide in until this strange storm passed.
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OOC: Yo this is going to be a really long starting post XD But you don't have to match this length for a reply lol just a couple of sentences is fine. The song that I'm listening while typing this is "Heart Heart Head" by Meg Myers (click). It's what gave me muse for this post, so if you are struggling for muse, maybe listening will help you too. Just a warning though: it's a little... dark. And scream-y.
"Speaking" && specific thoughts && narrating / general IC thoughts
IC
The tasmanian devil clutched the dead grass that was underneath her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and it was difficult to tell whether she was sleeping or hiding from the world. The girl herself didn't even know if she was sleeping. Everything felt so surreal.
She couldn't remember what happened. Xenia could recall being carried into the Exiles, but she couldn't remember by whom. She remembered her clanmates where there, but she was unsure of which ones, or if they were prisoners or rescuers. She also remembered feeling pain, but she wasn't sure if it was real or not. She wasn't sure if anything was real.
Her thoughts swirled in her mind. They were chaotic and frantic. She felt disoriented and afraid when her thoughts got out of control. But trying to fix that meant that she would have to focus on a specific thought, and that was too painful for her. Focusing on just one thought would consume all of here energy, and any rational thought would spiral out of control until Xenia wasn't sure what the original thought even was.
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OOC: Yo this is going to be a really long starting post XD But you don't have to match this length for a reply lol just a couple of sentences is fine. The song that I'm listening while typing this is "Heart Heart Head" by Meg Myers (click). It's what gave me muse for this post, so if you are struggling for muse, maybe listening will help you too. Just a warning though: it's a little... dark. And scream-y. The lyrics aren’t necessarily relevant, but the mood and the general sound of the song is spot on.
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IC
The tasmanian devil clutched the dead grass that was underneath her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and it was difficult to tell whether she was sleeping or hiding from the world. The girl herself didn't even know if she was sleeping. Everything felt so surreal.
She couldn't remember what happened. Xenia could recall being carried into the Exiles, but she couldn't remember by whom. She remembered her clanmates where there, but she was unsure of which ones, or if they were prisoners or rescuers. She also remembered feeling pain, but she wasn't sure if it was real or not. She wasn't sure if anything was real.
Her thoughts swirled in her mind. They were chaotic and frantic. She felt disoriented and afraid when her thoughts got out of control. But trying to fix that meant that she would have to focus on a specific thought, and that was too painful for her. Focusing on just one thought would consume all of here energy, and any rational thought would spiral out of control until Xenia wasn't sure what the original thought even was.
Her own mind was a dark vortex. She could run and hide from any of her previous problems, but this was something she couldn't escape. Her sanity was decaying, crumbling down like the cliffside after a storm.

Xenia seemed to be caught in a dream of sorts. Her body twitched and her breathing was heavy. She wanted to wake up and escape her mind, but facing reality was just as frightening. Eventually, though, she couldn't keep her eyes shut any longer. Her eyelids were sore from being squeezed shut so tightly for so long. She felt her chest tighten and her claws dig into the ground as she opened her eyes.
She winced as the sunlight struck her. The bright, golden light from the late afternoon sun scorched her eyes. She squinted them and turned her head away. Xenia was uncomfortable here - she would have to force herself to get up and move, although it would take a lot of energy.
Her paws groped along the dusty ground. The dry, crunchy leaves that had been her nest crumbled as she put her weight on them. She slowly pulled herself up, and pain shot through her body. Her muscles ached from being so tense. Her body felt tight, like she was wrapped in a cocoon. This was partially because of the dried tears and blood caked to her fur, but it was mostly due to laying in the same position in her cold, musty den for almost two straight days. A dry, stabbing cold pierced through her as the wind made its way whisping through Stormclan camp. Her ears pinned back, ripping dried blood off of her ears, causing new blood to start to drip down her face.
As her ears turned, she could hear something new. The voices of her clanmates. Xenia had felt so alone, she had forgotten that she was still in camp. She could hear bits and pieces of what they were saying, and she realized that they were planning on moving. She worried if they would be moving closer to the Exiles. The thought caused her body to seize up in fear, and she clutched the ground, hoping to find some sort of anchor to reality. The wind howled as it swirled through the twisted camp, sending chills through Xenia’s spine. Everything began to sound contorted and twisted in Xenia’s ears, as once again her fears took over her body. She no longer felt that she was in Stormclan’s camp. She couldn’t see anything, but she knew that it didn’t feel right. And it certainly didn’t sound right – she could hear painful moans and screams now. They were all in her head, and Xenia knew that deep down, but it still felt oh so real.
Xenia laid back on the ground and slapped her weak paws up against her ears. The noises were muffled now, and she couldn’t even hear herself. She was breathing heavily now, and was moaning quietly. She suddenly realized that eyes were closed tightly, and she wondered how long they were like that. She didn’t dare open her eyes, though. She didn’t want to see anything. She didn’t want to hear anything, either.
She couldn’t escape her twisted memories of the Exiles, though. The bloody scent of their clan tore into her nose, and her face wrinkled in disgust and fear. The air around her smelled like rotten death. She wrinkled her nose, and opened her mouth instead. But the scent just traveled through her gaping maw, and she could taste the death and terror.
That was it. It was too much for Xenia to handle. The feelings, sights, sounds, smells, and tastes were all overloading her. The terror was killing her. Suddenly, everything went dark, and her body went limp as her tension was relieved.

Xenia awoke suddenly, gasping for breath. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but glancing outside of her den, she could see that it was late in the evening now. She felt odd. She was no longer tense and terrified. Instead, her body felt tingly and light. She glanced down at her paws. Everything was physically the same, but internally she felt… different. She was still afraid. She still remembered what had happened. But she didn’t seem to care.
She had no memory of this change or how it happened, but somehow she had the subconscious understanding of what had happened. Her inner demon had taken control in order to save her. She was, after all, the daughter of the notorious dream-demon Bill Cipher, and the lesser-known half-goddess of sorts named Demonblood Shifter. Xenia could not remember either of these people. In fact, she remembered nothing about herself. But she did know that she was a demon, or at least part of her was a demon. And that demon side had to take control, otherwise she would have gone mad.
The Tasmanian devil stumbled out of her den, or what was left of it after the tornado. She held her head high, which was unlike her normal disposition. Even before she had been tortured in the exiles, Xenia would walk with her head down and her hairs raised, and would leap back at the slightest foreign sound.
Her feelings of terror and loneliness were overpowered by her new feelings of anger and resentment. It was a foreign feeling, and it scared the old Xenia. But the old Xenia was no longer in charge, and perhaps it was for the better. She was weak. the Tasmanian devil thought with a smirk. She’s gone now. She’s gone, and by her own hand. I’m in charge now.
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tl;dr:
Xenia was captured a week or two ago along with some other folks. They were rescued and made it back to Stormclan, but the experience really left Xenia shaken up. She couldn't escape the memories and was going mad. Since she is part demon, her demon-side kicked in and took control in order to keep her from completely losing it, since she is too weak and fearful and her demon-side is more powerful and confident. She emerged from her den. She is physically the same person, but she is acting different - she isn't as cowardly or lonesome, and looks sort of angry and resentful. Now she is just sort of sitting there in camp like a weirdo while everyone is dealing with the aftermath of the tornado.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; min-height: 100px; max-height: 500px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt;]Stormclan's territory had first been infected by the plague. Just as everyone seemed to be getting better - well, either getting better or dying off - the territory was struck by a massive tornado. Their home was ruined, and soon Darkstar would lead them to a new home.
Xenia was not a fan of change. She liked the way things were before all of this. Before the tornado. Before the sickness. Before the exiles. The tasmanian shuddered at the thought of them. She couldn't quite remember what had happened. It must have been so horrible that she blocked it from her memory. But she knew that those monsters had done her wrong, her and the rest of her clan. So much so, in fact, that it left Xenia completely rekt wrecked. She couldn't even think straight without her thoughts spinning out of control and transforming into violent flashbacks. So as a defensive measure, her body did the only thing it could do: her inner demon took over.
Genetics weren't just physical. Spirituality could be transfered from parents to offspring, as well. And since De had been possessed by a demon, and Bill was... well, Bill was Bill, so Xenia was probably more than half demon. Nobody seemed to notice, though. She was inherently kind and fun-loving, which she must have gotten from her mom. She was also a bit eccentric, which probably came from Bill's side. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was the scared, innocent, childish Xenia was pushed aside. The newer, stronger, more resilient Xenia was in charge. And she was royally pissed.
Her face was scrunched up into a snarl. Xenia suddenly found it difficult to stand being with her clanmates. They were all so weak and pathetic. She needed a break. The tasmanian devil found herself wandering outside of Stormclan's borders, into who-knows-where. She didn't care, though. She didn't care about anything, it seemed.
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