Posts by Duskmire.

"You're from HawkClan, aren't you?" Came a voice, followed shortly by a previously near-silent feline coming out of the tall grass. Duskmire approached Cass, a little warily, and watched her and her hawk dig in. "Well, Volary Flights now. But I remember all the bird stuff," the guardian said, smiling lightheartedly. He knew this girl's mother from a long time ago, though only as an acquaintance - and it was causing him to feel as though Cass was familiar to him in some way. A lot of people had that impression on him; he'd probably met a lot of their parents or family in his day. He'd lived in like five Clans, after all.

He sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws a moment before speaking. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, by the way - I just ah, saw your hawk dive and I was curious..." Dusk realized that this poor girl probably didn't feel like sitting around talking to him for no reason. "I'm Dusk, by the way. Don't think we've really met yet."

Dusk knew what it was like, to be hungry like that. Not just to need food - but to need it, that life or death, 'or else' place. He himself had been there - it was not kind to body or soul. The guardian lurked among the grass, having noticed the trespasser while on patrol, and remained hidden - using his invisibility for added cover. He wouldn't interfere. One rabbit in all of Wind Haven wouldn't make much of a difference. Dusk would wait patiently for the stranger to strike and capture the rabbit - or perhaps miss - and after whatever came of it, he hopped in front of Sevrin and materialized.

"Don't worry - I come in peace," Duskmire told him quickly, lifting both paws in emphasis. The cream tabby lowered them, slower now, and watched the stranger with a curious yellow gaze. He seemed to be a loner or rogue of sorts - it was easy to tell. You didn't have to be an ex-chief of intelligence to know when someone lived on the road, so to speak. "You looking for something here in Wind Haven? Or just your rabbit, there...?" Duskmire asked him, lifting his brow.

FAMILY + FRIENDS.

- partner: jericho

- children: tba

- other living family: honeydell (twin brother), jailbreak ('adoptive' sibling)

- friends: cass, jailbreak, jericho, ferro, declan, viktor

- enemies: n/a

OTHER STUFF.

- playlist 1 (old) / makin a new one

- pinterest board

- human au / James Torres - a lean, scarred and very tattooed man in his very late 20s or early 30s. i imagine he speaks fluent spanish? he's from nevada originally, maybe lives in colorado or something now. muddy brown hair, he dyes it blonde. grey-blue eyes. works as a national park ranger, lives in a little cabin in the woods. used to be in the military, served as a combat medic in the army.

- i kinda imagined him as a blonde in bloodclan so maybe now that he doesnt live in the Extreme Heat and Sun his hair is more brown/dirty blonde bc it isnt sun bleached (#lore)

- voice ref??? Unsure

- character insp: arcade gannon, robin (fea)

- dusk when he was in bloodclan Human AU is basically just owainigo's fallout oc broski

- dusk finally saying i love you to someone genuinely in his 2000th post? that's development baby!

- GOT au.... I imagine he's like a little lost targaryen prince, maybe raised as a ward to some lannisters. has no desire for the throne but finds he is good at the political Games they play in the capitol

- a note on Eyes because i was inspired by the dusk/honey thread...... dusk has had blue eyes in a lot of his bodies/Looks where he was struggling or when he was most Himself and when he was trying to be Someone Else or look like a Badass (TM) in BC he tended to have yellow.... gonna chalk that up to Accidental Symbolism i.e. him trying to look like his Dad's Son (yellow eyes = strong. prince. respect) vs him being himself (blue eyes = taking after zero, being a Fuck Up but ultimately slowly becoming his BEst SELF)

- wip stuff

Duskmire stared blankly, trying to get some sort of clue into Lisette's thought process as she spoke to them. By her tone and body language, Dusk could tell she didn't see Jailbreak or Dusk himself as much of a threat - and rightfully so. They weren't - at least not in these forms. Dusk had more than a few tricks up his sleeve; part of the fun was appearing harmless. Smiling good-naturedly at the canine, Dusk huffed a little in laughter. "No, there's no costs involved, Lisette. Wind Haven is open to all that come here. Unless you're a murderer or something," the tabby told her, grimacing a little at the irony of that statement. Here he was, a guardian in this place, and a murderer, telling her not to be one. Funny.

He flicked an ear, supposing he ought to go more into detail. "My name is Duskmire; I'm a guardian here. It's nice to meet you. As long as you're willing to do your share - you know hunt, patrol, all that - you're quite welcome to stay. Jailbreak and I can even show you around, if you want." Dusk told her, tail flicking behind him. She seemed smart - Lisette would be a good asset to Wind Haven, no doubt.

After Jeri had returned to his life, Duskmire had found his interest in gardening and farming renewed. He'd never been terribly good at it, but he figured as long as they had a garden here - and, to his knowledge, the most talented living gardener (Jeri) - they may as well take advantage of it. That said, Duskmire had been out in the Garden of 'Eden' all day, picking weeds and re-arranging things. He'd amassed a burlap bag of various seeds for planting and carried some tiny wood pails of water here from the river; he was ready to get to work. He was digging, currently, both paws in the mud, to plant a little apple tree sapling he was relocating; but his quiet work was an invitation for others to help. Tiring of doing all this himself, though, he wouldn't stay quiet.

"Hey - anyone want to help me plant more carrots over there? I also have some of them I already uh, harvested over there with some radishes - if someone wanted to run a basket or two to some of our allies that couldn't hurt either," Dusk called out to anyone that was bothering to listen as he continued to dig. Two paws on the tiny tree he'd dragged over, Dusk arranged it in the pit he'd excavated and began kicking dirt over the roots. Maybe his specialization as a guardian would be farming or something; this wasn't half bad. He felt useful, for once - like he had something to contribute.

There was such an interesting contrast between Lisette and Dusk; they were both royals, but from very different backgrounds. Lisette seemed to have grown up privileged in some way - whereas Dusk, though he'd been a prince as a very young child, had never gotten to experience any of royal life. Mucking about in the dirt and hating himself was just a day in the life. "Ha!" He laughed, crawling out of said dirt. "No way. The line between serf and noble does not exist here, my friend." That was certainly true. It was like that in many groups; it certainly had been in the Ruins, too. "Gardening is fun. You should try it sometime!"

As for the basket, he glanced over at the vegetables and smiled. Lisette was interesting, but she was a go-getter, and he liked that about her. "Oh, thank you! Let's see... how about you take some to BlizzardClan? One of their ambassadors was just here, it would be good diplomacy to visit back. Ask 'em how they're doing and everything too, some intel would probably be - " Duskmire stopped himself, smiling sheepishly. Oops. The spy in him just slipped right out sometimes. "Well. You don't have to drill them for information. Just see what's up, that's all. And thank you, Lisette." He winked and tossed her a radish. "Here, try a radish on your way out. Garden fresh."

It had been a long time since Dusk found himself doing real work for a Clan. Not since BloodClan had he felt motivated to step up and manage anything even small for a group - but Wind Haven was different. A lot of his clanmates here were family - Jeri and Jailbreak, hell, even English and Lisette had a soft spot in his heart. It was a nice change. As Dusk padded down a well worn trail through the grass to the center of camp, he thought to himself that maybe he would actually finally settle down here, stop moving. His heart wanted to stay here with Jericho forever, maybe even - well. He didn't want to jump the gun. But the point was, Duskmire had fallen back in love with this place, these moors, Mt. Kodiak above. Wind Haven was home again.

Today he planned to organize the ambassador program for English, who was quite busy. Dusk didn't mind the task at all, he quite enjoyed things like this. The cream tabby sat down, a little leather-bound notebook at his paws to keep track of things. "Hey, anyone here that wants to do a little extra work for our ambassador program, come on, uh, over," Duskmire called out, flicking his tail.

He went over his notes in the journal a moment before speaking again. "We'll have this all organized better at some point, but for now, just volunteer and tell me the group you want. Our allies are Volary Flights, the Thunderlands, the Tribe of Unbounded Sky, the Dark Dynasty, the Sanctuary, and BlizzardClan. I can take the Thunderlands, the rest are up for grabs. Choose, uh, wisely. And after I get your name in my notebook here, feel free to bring some gifts to your ally of choice; give 'em the news that Englishivy is leader now because Adishroh dipped," Duskmire explained, flicking an ear. He'd never met the former leader, so he hoped wherever they were they wouldn't take too much offense to that. "And if you don't have gifts on hand, feel free to grab some vegetables or flowers from the garden," Dusk added, remembering the surplus of carrots they'd pulled up.

/ allies that need ambassadors so far!!!

- volary flights / cass

- thunderlands / dusk

- tribe of unbounded sky / english

- dark dynasty / jailbreak

- sanctuary / viktor

- blizzardclan / sevrin

"Flowers and herbs, hm? Thank you very much, that will be very useful, actually," came Dusk's voice as the cream tabby trotted over. "We're getting our garden all planted, so this stuff will make, uh, a lovely addition." Jailbreak appeared to have it all under control, but Dusk was ever curious about foreign ambassadors and could never help himself. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone from DarkClan - er, the Dark Dynasty - so it was interesting to see they were still kicking. Dusk wondered if they still maintained their military-esque ways over there. That way of life had been in place since Lancelot - it'd be impressive if his legacy had bled into the new world.

"Nice to meet you, by the way, Zeppelin - you can call me, uh, Duskmire," the cream tabby finally introduced himself as he sat down beside Jailbreak. "Wind Haven's good. We have a new leader - Englishivy - and we've been slowly getting all our shit together for spring. Herbs and all that," Dusk told him, surprising himself with the subtle swear. You could take the man out of the Ruins, but you couldn't take the Ruins out of the man, apparently. He didn't think Zeppelin would mind the little slip of professionalism; he'd surely heard worse in all his days. "So how's the Dark Dynasty, Zeppelin? Any news?"

Prey don't appear to understand borders. No, they didn't. Duskmire wouldn't fault Sevrin for that. The way he seemed to be staring at Dusk though, with gnawing hunger in his eyes, did make him nervous. Was this dude going to eat him? Taking a lesson from the terrified rabbit, the cream tabby felt his own heart begin to pound in his chest. The second this guy lunged, he was shapeshifting into a direwolf or something, the guardian promised himself. Dying only to be someone's meal was not the end he'd always envisioned for himself. "No, they don't," Dusk finally answered him, pausing briefly to turn to Lisette and Jailbreak. "Yes, it's fine. He doesn't seem hostile to me," Dusk told Lisette gently. He liked her a lot; she was clearly very unused to Clan life but clearly trying her damndest to adapt, and that was admirable.

As for Sevrin's questions, Duskmire stood up straight and prepared to answer them as best as he was able. "This is Wind Haven," Duskmire told him. He gestured out over the moors with a paw. "All these meadows are our land, and that big mountain there. Mt. Kodiak," the guardian explained. He wondered why this canine was so curious; he was interested in joining, perhaps...? "We make our camp at the foot of the mountain out that way, and essentially we all just live together. It's a good system; enough to feed everyone and maintain our safety, anyway," Duskmire remarked, blinking in surprise when the canine shared his name.

"Nice to meet you, Sevrin. My name is Duskmire." He waited a moment, wondering if he should press him to join. Sevrin looked very thin; he clearly needed more regular meals to survive comfortably. Sevrin was a canine, too - with a little more meat on his bones, he could be a force to be reckoned with. Duskmire certainly didn't want to fight this guy - he would be a good addition to their side, that said. "You know, if you're tired of wandering, Sevrin, Wind Haven would love to have you. It's nothing too demanding; as long as you help us hunt and patrol our lands, we'll have your back. A roof over your head, regular meals, we even have healers, you know..." He trailed off. "It's up to you, though. I know it's not for everyone."

Didn't feel the same - Duskmire understood that completely. It was why he too couldn't go back to Solaris or to the Ruins, his former home - even though the latter still housed a few familiar faces to him, like Jace. Everything was just weird, now - it was like another world, and well, it literally was. Duskmire wasn't entirely mad at it - he was relieved at the chance to start anew in the place he once held so dear to his heart - maybe with Jericho at his side permanently, this time. He knew it was wishful thinking. Surely, things would go south; they'd have to part again - Dusk teared up a little more at the thought. He just wanted Jeri to stay - he wanted them to have the perfect little idyllic life he used to dream about when he was younger, rotting away in the desert. Dusk wanted Jeri as his partner, he wanted to look after him, to smile with him and feel all the pride in the world when he succeeded at things - and to be there for him when he failed. A long time ago, Duskmire used to dream about being a family with the former Solarian, he'd imagine orange-furred tiny versions of themselves; children that might grow up with all the love Dusk and Jeri never got to experience themselves. His head hurt. Their reunion had not reopened old scars, but it had stirred up long dormant dreams in Dusk's tired head, daring him to have hope for a future again. What dangerous thoughts, he thought silently.

"I'm sorry," Duskmire told Jeri gently, his voice hoarse. He didn't know what else to say. Duskmire had been alone a long time, too, before he joined Wind Haven - it was dark. Void of familiarity, of family, of friends. He didn't like to think of Jericho all alone like that, not when he knew how it felt. Jeri didn't deserve that. He was the kindest soul in the world - a ray of sun through Dusk's storm clouds. The hand that Jericho had been dealt was cruel. Dusk hoped to improve it, if he could, now that they had found each other again. He was done with placing blame and loathing for the past; he just wanted to fix everything, now. Or what he could, anyway.

The cream tabby's heart fluttered when Jericho spoke again - when he told him he wanted to stay. Dusk's voice was stuck in his throat for a moment, as if in total disbelief that Jericho, his Jeri from all those years ago, wanted to stay here, to live with him again, after everything. A dumb smile spread across the teary eyed guardian's face; one that Jeri would be able to hear in Dusk's voice. "I - uh," he stammered, "I would love that. I love you, Jer. Welcome home." There was so much more he wanted to say, to elaborate on - but it could wait. They had time now; all he'd ever wanted.

here are some Dusk Siblings!!

Parents: Zerogravity x Aerialbattle

Slots: 2

Age: 5-6 years

Species: domestic feline

Relations: Zerogravity and Aerialbattle were former shopkeepers/designers of very old SunClan/Solaris Kingdom and Zero's sister Oraclenight was leader. Zero's son, Duskmire, has been a Ruins third tier and physician and is currently the Haven advisor. Through Dusk, specifically his father Freedomfighter, they are related to the Arcaniums which ties them to many site notable characters.

Rules/Notes: These guys would have Clan style names and would have grown up in the Solaris Kingdom. They are Duskmire's older half siblings. These kids were the children of a happy marriage whereas Dusk was born after them when Zero cheated on her husband with the Clan deputy - so these characters can feel spite towards Dusk, if you want, for being the cause of their parents splitting up. They wouldn't know Dusk personally but would remember him as a baby before his mother left the Clan with him and his littermates. The reason these characters join Wind Haven (and their backstories, aka what they did between like 2014 and now) are up to you!

Other: ;)

Duskmire joined the crowd gladly, yawning and taking a seat near Jailbreak to listen. He noticed nothing strange about Englishivy; if the leader was having an amnesia problem, Dusk was quite oblivious to it. The cream tabby listened intently as English welcomed newcomers, demoted those that weren't around, and promoted those that were. He found himself unexpectedly proud of all those promoted; that must mean he was getting old, acting like a dad and all that. Lisette was so deserving of the promotion; she was such a go getter - and Sevrin had such promising potential. Dusk really liked that guy and hoped he would find his niche here in Wind Haven like Dusk had. Jericho - well, Dusk loved him. Of course he was proud. And Cass - she seemed like a real spitfire. She would do good things, too. He also heard Jailbreak get promoted to guardian, which prompted Dusk to nudge him affectionately. He said nothing, but he was sure his message was understood. He loved Jail, they were like a sibling to him; they deserved the whole world.

And finally, Jeri was invited to step up as a medic, which made Dusk's heart swell with pride. It wasn't so long ago that the two of them were medics from different Clans, playing the world's longest game of mutual pining. Dusk remembered walking all the way to Solaris for Jeri to tend his miniscule wounds just so he could talk to him. Ah, the stupidity of being in love with someone. It was a feeling Dusk was proud to feel, even now. "Congrats, Jeri," the cream tabby murmured adoringly, his gaze full of warmth.

And lastly - what? Dusk stared blankly at Englishivy for a long time. Him? He was promoted to advisor? "Are you - " Dusk began, stopping himself. He'd been about to say 'are you stupid?' but refrained. By all standards of rational thought, Dusk was pretty convinced Englishivy was making a huge mistake. What in the hell had Dusk ever done to deserve to be advisor? Next in line? Prince to Mt. Kodiak? Didn't English know he was a massive fuck-up, a former exile of this very place? That he'd just mess everything up, that this job... Dusk stopped himself, still stunned, but thinking. No - maybe he would take it. He wasn't a kid anymore. He'd spent his whole life growing, learning. Sam and Cosmicknight weren't going to reanimate from the dead and tell him to leave the Clan for his years-past crimes. It was different now. He had a duty to this place. Swallowing, Dusk dipped his head to the canine leader in shock. "I - I accept. I'll do the best I can for my home, English. I promise." Dusk felt so strange, saying those words - taking this job. He was in Cosmicknight's old shoes, now - he'd replaced his former killer as the windy prince. How bizarre. As a child, the cream tabby never saw this for himself - but time changed a lot of things, he supposed. And like everything, he would just have to do his best. If only Fleece, Felix, Steelpaw, the whole old WindClan gang were here now - they'd laugh. Surely, it had to be some kind of alternate universe for Dusk to ever be advisor - and yet, here he was.

Dusk nodded in thanks to the title he was granted, still entirely shaken by his promotion. Advisor of Wind Haven. It felt heavy to bear - but not wrong. He took a deep breath. This would be interesting.

I'm weiss and I've been on ff since 2011 !! i'm twenty, engaged, and going to college to be a journalist!

I love to cook, read, draw, and I have like 2000 hours of total playtime in the game Skyrim! (yikes!) AND I also think cilantro takes like soap!

A: i imagine human au dusk to have southwestern roots and after living in bloodclan/the ruins most of his life I think southwestern style cooking would be his Comfort food. so he'd probably serve like chips and salsa as an appetizer then cook enchiladas or tamales for dinner. I can't imagine he's that great of a baker though so dessert would be like. pudding or cupcakes he got from the store dhsjdhjdksfnskfh

Q: Your character can eat dinner with any famous real world figure of their choosing (can be current or in history.) Who would they choose?

Dusk nodded sagely to the three of them. Good - they needed to get their ambassador program up and running again. Keeping alliances - strong ones, anyway - had a lot to do with personal relations. Sure, a group could be your ally, but they needed to be your friend to come help you in a fight, especially if it was a risky one. Duskmire knew from experience that a good alliance was nothing to laugh at. "Thanks, Jail," Dusk first thanked the guardian, smiling gently. "Tell Zeppelin I said hi when you're over there if you seem him. And - hm. See if they need any help with anything. I'm sure English wouldn't mind sparing a patrol if we had to," Dusk instructed, thinking. The Dark Dynasty was small - smaller than Wind Haven, if he remembered correctly - but that didn't diminish their value as an ally. Small groups sometimes had abundant resources with fewer mouths to feed, and those could prove useful.

As English approached, Dusk flashed the canine a smile. He liked the vicar quite a bit - he was seemingly very wise; Dusk felt he had a lot to learn from him. Since English was essentially a mentor to him in the ways of politics, Dusk tried to observe him carefully when he got the opportunity to; he was sure English could teach him a thing or two about building successful alliances, too. The advisor dipped his head respectfully before replying, "Well, that makes it easy. Tell him I said hello when you visit." The cream tabby had misunderstood English and thought he was literally friends with the leader of SkyTribe - he didn't catch that English was the leader.

Next, the hawk girl. She was from the Flights, originally, Dusk knew - so this was unsurprising. He didn't know about her spite for the place, but if he did he honestly wouldn't blame her. That was sort of the way he felt about the Ruins, now. "Thank you, Cass. I ah - I actually don't know much about Volary Flights these days; bring back whatever information you can gather about their whole situation. It might be good to know," A vague request - but one Dusk had made a million times as spymaster in BloodClan. Out of habit, perhaps, he was asking Cass to spy for him, to gather intel - though he hadn't exactly meant to. It was too bad they didn't have spies in Wind Haven; Cass would have been Dusk's first pick. She was the perfect candidate, really - inconspicuous but spiteful, clearly talented, driven. Ah. Maybe someday.

hehe wip

FAVORITES

Favorite HP: Jailbreak

Favorite non-HP:

Best name: Verdant Bramble of English Ivy (Englishivy)

Best developed: Jericho

Favorite male: Sevrin

Favorite female: Cass

SUPERLATIVES

Most likely to set something on fire for fun: Cass for sure

Most likely to set something on fire on accident: Lisette

Most likely to sleep through the end of the world: Viktor

Most likely to lead a rebellion:

Most likely to be grumpy about the coming of summer: Sevrin

Most likely to be afraid of Mt. Kodiak: Englishivy

Most likely to try to climb Mt. Kodiak by themselves: Honestly,,, Lisette

Most likely to use "yeet" in every other sentence: Cass

HYPOTHETICALS

Character you'd most want to date: Viktor bc he is very sweet and considerate and respectful I feel. he would take u out to a nice restaurant. he would open the door for u

Character you'd least want to date: Jesse perhaps? he would invite u over for one night and then ghost u JDHFJSKLFKJNSLAK

The 3 characters who would make the worst road trip ever?:

The 3 characters who would make the best road trip ever?: Englishivy, Cass,

Official clan parent: Wash & Honey bc literal parents

Official clan sweetheart: Viktor

#1 problematic fave: LISETTE.... love her

SHIPPING

Best ship: Wash & Honey,,,, they r so cute I cry

Best crackship:

Best friendship:

Best ship that you want to see happen: Cass x Lisette hgfjsdklfhajklsfd

Best ship that should never, ever happen:

OOC

Most welcoming: Sam

Best writer: Elliot

Best art/design: Zeph

Most helpful: Seleste

Best at plotting:

Most active:

Cutest:

dusk_m: oh there is so much to unpack here

dusk_m: get a squirrel feeder

dusk_m: then they'll pole dance there instead of the bird feeder

dusk_m: :^) hope this helps!

It was a cool afternoon; the wind was whistling through the trees at the foot of the mountain and clouds drifted lazily across the chilly blue sky. In some truly bizarre twist of events, Duskmire was finally home. He'd gotten things all sorted and moved in to his cozy little stone-and-wood cabin and he was filling his days with content gardening and advisor work. Feeling welcome in this place was so strange; once, he would have wished to never see these moors again, but now he was patrolling them, training to be their next poster child under the dutiful wing of Englishivy. Strangest of all - Jericho was here with him. That was certainly something to get used to - in a good way. Years of solitude and hurt had not prepared him for the ease of having someone at his side - it was so... good. His entire life, he had mourned the loss of the life he always wanted with Jeri - the quiet, soft life together he'd dreamed of when he still lived in the desert. Now - he had it. Duskmire couldn't get over it. When he sat by the fire in the evenings, he could literally just turn his head and his Jeri was right there beside him - no more wishful thinking. The advisor was over the moon.

He'd been working tirelessly in his spare time on a little project for Jeri - today, it was done. Out the back door of the cabin, there was a little overgrown area that Dusk had been renovating. Once a dump of rocks and grass, the area was now a neatly kept little yard, protected by a restored semi-crumbled stone fence with a wood gate leading out into camp. Dusk had cleaned up the tiny area and planted flowers and herbs; in one corner, he'd trimmed up an already existing blueberry bush. The left side of the garden held multiple little clay flowerpots he'd been collecting - and painting - that Jeri could use, if he wanted. The Garden of Eden was nice, but Dusk wanted the red tabby to have a smaller, more personal little garden where he could be alone with his plants, if he wanted - and he hoped, nervously, that Jeri would like it. He was afraid that sharing a cabin and home would be overwhelming for the healer who had been on his own so long, so his hope was that the little backyard garden would make Jericho feel... more at home, so to speak.

Shuffling his paws, Dusk waited in the tiny, wood-walled foyer of the two-room cabin. The advisor was waiting for Jeri to get home - it would be any minute, now. The scent of flowers was new and immediately obvious - Jericho would surely know something was up right away. Dusk could only pray it was a good gesture; he just wanted Jeri to feel happy here. To feel like this was his home, too - it was.

jeri

dusk_m: @young@heart NO!!!!

dusk_m: that's so mean to the squirrels!!!

dusk_m: what if someone made an anti-english feeder

dusk_m: SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO EXCLUDE YOU

coffee :0