Posts by Captain Rae

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The white wolf's eyes widened at Lock's size. More confused and scared she whimpered, "No... please. It-it wont help." She knew it wouldnt help her at all. This hallucination had happened several months before, before she joined the clan. Her reaction at the time wasnt nearly as bad as this, but she remembered the walls bleeding inside and out of the den. Everywhere she went the blood seemed to follow, and wherever she went she remembered seeing bloody pawprints behind her.

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Ah the Lunar Chronicles book series, she's loosly based on Princess Winter Hayle-Blackburn. Really interesting series, cant put it down.
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She felt his head against her fur, the moment that played in her mind while he was gone and would forever remain etched in memory. She wanted it to be like this forever. With Mal. In this moment where everything was right with the world, and where she so close to her boyfriend. She remembered when she was younger, fantasizing a beautiful romance with castles and princes and… none of those compared with this love. What was a prince to 4-month-old Winter was the charming apprentice beside her. It was the realization that all she'd truly wanted was right here.

There was a sudden, small surge of some mixture of anger and curiosity. Upset over his leaving without at least a goodbbye, but more curiosity as to where he had gone. She pulled away briefly to look at him. "W-where have you been all this time Mal?" Though she sounded more curious than anything else, there was a hint of hurt behind it. And still she had so many questions: the dog tags, a soldier… what had happened? But with the audience that had gathered, welcoming Malachite back, she thought that maybe she should ask later.

In the meantime, she would thank and count the lucky stars for his safe return.

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I know! sorry didnt respond sooner. Busy with school and trying to find muses for other charries and trying to rid my room of dog hairs.
Black/dark pelt indoor dogs equals snow globe. *shakes house, snows fur*
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Winter, finally happier with her boyfriend's return, sat within her own cabin as the storm came along. She had actually grabbed a canvas, conjured some art supplies and started painting from her window. She was beginning to draw a lightning bolt when she suddenly saw one. This one terrified her. She wasnt usually scared of lightning, but this bolt was so close to her and– there was a yell that rang out simultaneously with the strike. She gasped, bolting out her house in the direction of the yell. She found a huge lion... Wraithstatic. The same lion she'd met not long ago. Despite being the disrespectful, annoying, selfish ass that he was, the white wolf still tried to help him.

"Wraith? Hey, stay with me, k?" She tried checking for blood or a pulse or something,but honestly had no clue what she should be looking for.
She muttered, "Stars, I cant believe that just happened..." then hollered, "Help! O-over here!"

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IC opinions
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Winter followed Malachite's scent from his home to the orchards. He'd been back for a while and it was nice having him around. Though the mystery of their missing kit had yet to be solved, she still had him. Life was good. She came to the orchards and found him alone. She cautiously walked up so not to startle him or give him a heart attack.

"H-hey Mal," she said coming up beside him, "Everything okay?"

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The wolf's head tilted ever so slightly. She knew what questions he meant, but she just felt like something was a bit different. she wondered what exactly had happened when he was away, but never asked that first. "Uh, yes... yeah," she said sitting down. "Um.. well plenty of course but..." she remembered the pawwritten note within the box, "I was a soldier" "You mentioned in the note... inside the box... a soldier?" It sounded like a good start to the unsure, confused Winter.

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np! dittoing bc thats why im posting middle of the night + only time i get to myself
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So he had two lives before. One from another world. Another as a soldier, a killing machine; a life left behind. This was a little shocking to Winter, a took a few moments to take in. She wasnt entirely sure how to either respond to that explanation or what to ask next, even though the curiosity persistently nagged at the young wolf.

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i'll delete that post by isabelle if you want me to
you are speaking to a real life ninja, silent as she smuggles da nook in and out of the parental lair... xD jk only did that once but never caught for it hmm may become a spy
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Alright so i have been inactive with Winter for quite some time now! Yes very inactive. I fear the loss of muse for my very first charrie is arriving soon and i do not want that to happen.

When we last met our young wolf she was reunited with Malachite, who revealed secrets of his past with her after leaving the clan for a while. She has developed a love for painting and is currently growing red and pink/white roses outside her home. As we know, Winter is pretty gentle and sweet, but piss her off and you may not like her much. Her powers are Invisibility and Conjuration, and she is currently 10-11 months old.

She is open to almost everything except for relationships (seeing as she is already dating Mal), kill, maim, or severe injuries. I may consider capture but it may depend... She is also very much in need of a mentor if she intends to become a warrior. If you have a suggestion then feel free to let me know below! I'm really looking forward to plots and becoming active with Winter again.

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bump + tag updates here
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WindClan, such a pretty place; wonderful weather, beautiful scenery, rolling hills, the smell of winter rolling around. Not really Frostbite's thing.
Why was she here then? Well, she'd wandered a few anti-clans for a few months, picked up a few new tricks, and just found herself on the borders of this place. Normally, she'd left, wouldn't have given a second thought about strolling in and causing a little chaos. Now what should she do? So many possibilities; scare the shit out of some people, attack a few, beat them to death and leave them alive to live the nightmares... would she dare kill one of them? Probably not unless she really felt like it. Most would kill for a reason; Frost just did it for-- well, whatever.
She casually shrugged to no one. "Guess I'll just see how things go," she said to the air and went ahead and trespassed, strolling along in the wide open field.

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hiii + sorry if that sounded bad, slightly rushed cuz mom's calling
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Well that hadn't taken long. So who was the poor fool that would cross her path? Strange, a wolf with a green and black pelt and pupil-less silver eyes. Blind, was he? She sneered. "Name and business huh," she said casually with a yawn, "Well, uh, name's Frostbite. And business? Just strolling 'round the hood, lookin' for a little fun..." Her mind wandered already as to how to get the ball rolling on her attack. So many options.

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Something about the way this guys unseeing eyes looked was starting to tick her off. The wolf stepped back - coward? - the way he seemed to lock up a her voice; that had her feeling a little off. Usually, nothing could tick her off, much less this; but something nagged at the female. She shook it off, not wanting to worry about it, but it came back at her like an itch you just couldn't scratch no matter how hard you tried. She ignored it, focusing back on the wolf.

"You know what?" She got closer to shove him back a bit. Get his eyes off of her and to things started. Out in this field with winds shifting away from the camp area, no one would likely catch her scent. Or the scent of a little spilled blood. "I got an idea to chase away boredom blues! Up for a little sparring match?"

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She waited for the wolf to retaliate. He seemed like he would for a moment, then didn't. Why?
"C'mon," she coaxed. "I'll let you take a free hit. Go on, whenever you're ready."

And again that itch. What was bugging her so much?!

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cool! now i'm hooked on this Fairy Tail thing i tried using something she said to him a while back...
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Won't?
Not can't, but won't fight!?
She snarled at the answer; now that was no fun. "Why not," she demanded. The stark white wolf hardly waited for an answer before she lowered her head and charged at him, slamming her head into his chest with more force than her first shove.

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must find out how it begins...
i noticed! amazing it is.
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He said something; something about her reminding him of someone. How? She'd never met this wolf before.
Had she? Frost always thought something was missing. Her memory, she always found, only went as far back as waking up in some anti-clan - whose name she never bothered to commit to memory - and that was it. And she knew something wasn't being said. Did this guy know something she didn't?
She hated that.

While he was trying to regain balance, she rammed him again, this time from the side. This would hopefully knock him over, and if it did she would plant a heavy paw on him.

"Who are you," she would snarl after the attack.
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suggested this to my parents, they said no *screaming curses into pillow*
okie :)
edit: minor grammar error xp
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Zeref. No that name did not ring a bell.
Malachite. She detested how the bells and whistles went wild, telling her she did. She didn't, she didn't know him; she did, how did she know him; a battle in her mind.
She kept her paw on him, but leaned her muzzle closer to his ear. The winds picked up, starting to shift again towards the camp; she didn't have much longer. She growled, "Something tells me you're not telling me something..."

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i'll convince them eventually
for now netflix
lol lucky!
wish i had lazy life
curse online school + mother who wants me to work forever x_x
upside tho, work lots + finish early = loooooong vaaaacaaaaayyyy
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"You won't believe me, but you remind me of my girlfriend."
He was right, it did sound unbelievable. It sounded like something Frost would have laughed at. The delivery of the reply would have also been laughable to the white wolf; his sarcasm was asking to have his throat torn considering how close she was. His shaking state in this predicament and utter refusal to fight for what could end up being his life would have had her taunting and laughing.

Instead, something about it had her pause. Her growling softened until it was no more; the pressure of her paw on his side lessened as well. How could someone like her, remind someone like him of - of all things - a lover? Neither canine knew each other up until a few minutes ago.

Her thoughts finally came to hatred of the confusion he caused. Her growl returned full-force; a blood-thirsty feeling overwhelmed her as her maw drifted closer to his throat. One bite; one life.

No.

And she was gone.

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uh-oh is right is it strange how i miss worrying about things like homework?!
lol @ "a few minutes" when this spanned a few days real time xD
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yes i miss that crap bc online school is homework. ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
*insert creative way to say yes but might take time bc school, other chars, and must focus thoughts on how to set up*
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That day had confused her; that wolf had confused her. Frost was now unsure of who she was, what she was, who and what she might have been. She had tried for a week to think back to a childhood, a mother or father, sister or brother, a family; nothing was there. She had no recollection of puppy-hood. And she sure as hell couldn't remember meeting that wolf at any point in her life, and yet something kept telling her "yes, you know him." Maybe she didn't; maybe she did; maybe she had. The white wolf wasn't entirely sure; and she had no way of finding out the truth.

In the meantime she found herself wandering in the less populated area of WindClan, close to the bare trees of an orchard.
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*coughcough* you were saying?
sorry took so long, lots of pondering on what to do
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Frost finally sat to rest by one of the trees of the orchard, the thoughts circulating. However, as the thoughts of missing memories remained the fore-front of her mind and continued to pester her, she soon realized that something wasn't right, that something was nearby.

The wolf - Malachite; she had nearly missed his scent in the general vicinity. More questions arose as the scent overwhelmed her; how had he recognized Frost, how could she have been mistaken as his girlfriend, why hadn't she ended the male that afternoon, what would she do now? All the questions were the same as before, even in the sense that they had no answers.

She refrained from scrambling to her paws and, instead, carefully and quietly stood up and turned around towards the source of the scent. He was several feet parallel to her hidden spot behind a one of the naked trees - pointless, seeing as he was blind. Frost, rather than making the initial hasty decision to simply attack, stood poised as she calculated what she should do and wondered what he might do.
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