Posts by VICTORIANPAW

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    finals start tomorrow and end next tuesday; probably won't be able to respond at all at least until the weekend.
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    Someone had come home. A leap of dark hope twisted through her like a serrated blade, pulling out several ghosts of her mixed memories forward for her to experience in a flash of minutes. Charteredstars return, the joy of his mentor's resurrection made Cosmic smile again; a bright light she'd been missing. The days, weeks spent waiting for her friend, Alaska she had loved as a sister. The depression that followed was nearly crippling as the days continued to pass without her back. Those weeks spent patrolling the borders of Windclan, watching out for any glimpse of Cosmicknight, a piece of her always hoping that'd he would come back before their litter was born. There was... an uncountable number of others that traveled before her eyes in a scorching flame.


    It hurt.


    The thin wolf approached silently, the trail of wildflowers behind her this time a very dark-near black-purple, her golden optics passing over the moose as she attempted to place him. But Victorian was too tired. Too tired to place anyone at the moment. She relaxed down onto her haunches a few feet away and watched the reunion quietly, occasionally glancing back at the scattered couple of bees that had followed her flower path and now hummed around her.


    [ #memoryissuerbros ]
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    It was good that they had finally had a medic once again, seeing as Pluto hadn't been around as much and after Holydove's... death? Departure? A faint frown dimpled her maw as the white-furred wolf listened to the announcements, gaze briefly turning towards Atticus.
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    She gave a small nod in affirmation, remaining silent in response to the kind stranger's question seeing as Oliver had answered and a few of their clanmates had come over with their own questions for him. It wouldn't take much for someone to feel overwhelmed, something she was increasingly sensitive to since her exorcism, so she didn't want to add to it all. Instead, Victorian's attention drifted back to the bee she had followed here, a faint smile on her maw as she watched it buzz around everyone.
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    "That's terrible news..." murmured the petite wolf as she slipped over to the group, her ears flicking back slightly at the news. Westeros; was that where Oliver lived too? Or maybe that was someplace else... She couldn't keep track of people, not with all the constant ghosts slipping past her, they were too hard to pin down. Deaths were often temporary. Victorian paused beside Luke, her brow furrowing slightly at he and Weed's back and forth. Cherviltea was gone? Or... well it didn't matter which leader really, they were just gone. "Thank you for passing on the message, we'll be there to pay our respects." Maybe not her specifically, given that the last time she wandered from camp, she'd thought she had gone back to Windclan and instead was in Riverclan.


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    "That is a sad career," murmured the wolf softly as she slipped over to the small group that had formed, a faint frown tugging at her maw. Whether her comment was meant for just herself or others wasn't exactly clear. Victorian halted beside Sanepaw, the usual wildflowers blooming from her path here, her head dropping to the ground slightly to delicately sniff at the dropped tulips. "Most tulips have perfect symmetry," uttered the Advisor, picking her golden optics up to glance at the Knights of Eden visitor as she added, "Thank you for the gifts."
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    A small hum escaped the petite wolf as she approached, her head drooping ever so slightly to the side to investigate the unaccompanied basket of gifts. She read over the note in a brief look-over before glancing into the basket. A lot of school supplies. It gave her an idea, or, at the very least, a memory of an idea that had been good in the past.
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    A normal, polite question posed to most visiting allies and was supposed to be an easy one to answer. It wasn't easy for her. There were... different Windclans for the girl, different layers of the same place, each conjured from a different section of her two lives. Different people, different illusions. Were they under attack right now? Some clan had just raided them but... who was it again? They'd hurt their leader, Chervilt-Praguespring. No, it was Henry now, right?


    Realizing she'd been still for several minutes after being addressed by two of the three investigating Westeros members, Victorianpaw offered a faint smile before she uttered quietly, "Windclan's alright, thank you for asking. I'm fine, I don't need anything."
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    what is with the eggs omg


    and second,
    i like that everyone's getting hurt in the raid + vic's just standing there chatting with a bloodclanner bc she confused

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    Character's name: Victorianpaw
    Roleplayer: monster ?



    CHALLENGE
    Task completed: delivering weekly basket
    Amount of points: 3 points
    Point total (with current points added): 3
    Proof of completion (thread, post, journal entry, etc): maybe its been years | open + WINDCLAN


    Task completed: exploring a pivotal moment
    Amount of points: 5 points
    Point total (with current points added): 8
    Proof of completion (thread, post, journal entry, etc): hello cold world | open + RETURN


    Task completed: completing weekly task
    Amount of points: 3 points
    Point total (with current points added): 11
    Proof of completion (thread, post, journal entry, etc): long may she reign | open + etiquette class




    DEVELOPER
    Task completed: long term plot
    Amount of points: 15 points
    Point total (with current points added): 15
    Proof of completion (thread, post, journal entry, etc):


    Task completed: long term plot
    Amount of points: -- points
    Point total (with current points added): --
    Proof of completion (thread, post, journal entry, etc): not yet completed, just keeping track here





    NOTES:
    I used the same thread for some tasks, since it could qualify as a lot of different things, but if I can't do that, it can be used for the first task listed. Since it's just an extra thread in the other developer plots.
    Also, are there new weekly challenges?

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    The Advisor's ears flicked back slightly as Sanepaw came bounding over, a small smile curving her maw as she softly replied, "Of course you can join it's..." Victorian faltered as a glimmer of someone else began to lay itself over the image of the apprentice, halting her mid-sentence. Another name bubbled in her throat and she quickly dropped her gaze to her paws to avoid the twisting face in front of her. Cosmic wasn't here anymore... well maybe.


    Shaking her head slightly, Victorianpaw picked her golden optics up to give a polite nod and a faint smile to others, heart fluttering slightly. "R-right anyone can participate," murmured the wolf with another nod as she began her little lesson, gaze slipping over those gathered, both true forms and the ghosts her mind produced, "There's several different general definitions of etiquette, like fine dining or negotiations, but it's all about how to poise oneself in certain company. How to make sure you don't reveal anything, rudeness or other intentions."
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    She wouldn't be good in a medical emergency in her current state... or maybe she would. It'd be something to focus on, to bring her true reality into more focus. The only problem would be perhaps mistaking the person she was treating for someone else. The white-furred wolf approached Henry and the others, golden gaze remaining on the latter as she took a seat. Victorianpaw wasn't actively interested in becoming a part of the medical team but it wouldn't hurt for more Windclanners to have medical knowledge in case they were left without a medic.
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    She was quiet for a few minutes after Henry spoke, golden optics still focused on the crown she was weaving even as she finally spoke up and murmured, "Holydo-Kate wanted to have a costume ball thing... I could organize it." The managing of the decorations and whatnot would be easy, a good factual distraction. The only thing she'd need help on would be sending out invitations... Just the other day Victorian had wandered to Riverclan and thought it was Windclan.


    The mention of Bloodclan made her wince slightly, colliding figures appearing in her field of vision, their blood spewing from their bodies and turning into dust. "There is the possibility of Bloodclan irritating other clans," offered Victorianpaw quietly, fishing a red ribbon out and adding it to the flower crown in her paws.
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    She gave a small nod as Newt spoke about attempting to keep the bees alive, grateful to have this conversation to focus on rather the peeling layers of ghosts. "They usually don't sting me," replied Victorian softly, "But I got... distracted today..." Usually it was tolerable, something she could live through without too many fatal misunderstandings. Not like today. This... wasn't her home, that much was becoming clear. Sort of. If this wasn't Windclan, then why was Holydove here?


    Her nose scrunched up in faint amusement as the little medic put a brightly colored band-aide over the tiny wound and hummed, "Thank you, Holy and you too, uhm..." Was she supposed to know the other one's name? Another medic? Victorianpaw's head tilted to the side, focusing her golden optics onto the Australian Shepherd as her ears flicked back in slight discomfort. Not at his impatience but rather at the name he used. Kate. "Oh." A pained expression briefly came over the Advisor's angled features as a moment of faint clarity hit her and she murmured quietly, "This... is Riverclan, right?" Kate left to live somewhere else, this was the somewhere else.
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    The mountain range was a touch cold with the constant bitter winds circling them but the thin wolf always liked the colder climates. Just warm enough for plants to bloom but still a nice chill. Not to mention now she had to worry about her bees. Following a path out of camp, trotting after one of her wandering bees, Victorian hummed an almost inaudible melody to herself, golden optics following the buzzing path of her winged friend. She paused, however, a frown tugging at her maw as she noticed the odd stranger, taking her gaze off of her bee and locking it onto the male.


    The Advisor refocused her attention on her bee, releasing a quiet murmur of "Don't go too far" even though the insect wouldn't listen to her. It was an effort to keep her attached to something else as the ghosts of her two lives began to seep out from the cracks in her mind. At least, by now, she was used to it. "May I help you?" inquired Victorian softly, redirecting her gaze to the stranger.
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    Her head tilted to the side at the medic's reaction and she responded, her nose scrunching up with some amusement, "What do you mean, Holy? I got stung so... so..." Victorian paused, brow furrowing as others approached, their unfamiliarity beginning to warp the illusion of the former Windclan camp placed over her actual surroundings. The Advisor remained silent as she dropped her golden eyes to her paws, a tiny frown tugging at her maw as she uttered softly, "I... I don't..."


    Her ears swiveled at the others' remarks, eyes squeezing shut for a few moments in an attempt to block everything out from her aching head. The thin wolf pried her eyes open to watch Newt as he investigated her bee sting, still staying quiet before she finally murmured in an audible whisper, "Did you know bees die after they sting you? It's so sad."
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    A quiet hum escaped the unintentional trespasser as she slipped through Riverclan's territory, golden gaze passing over the different terrain. Though in her broken mind, the real Riverclan was cloaked over by a layer of images of the old Windclan territory. She was home. "Holydove?" called out Victorian, meandering towards what she thought was Windclan camp, a small frown tugging at her maw. She had started keeping bees and had managed to get away with only a single bee sting so far but it was on her shoulder, where she couldn't really reach around to get the stinger out.
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