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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Yosafire inwardly shuddered in the back of Yosaflame's mind. The demon gave a low grumble as his descendant expressed a good amount fear in response to the other male being up in the tree, but he said nothing past that. He strode forward and tipped his head backwards to stare up at Hunter, his dark eyes critical. If it wasn't obvious, the Yosaf everyone knew and loved was... not in control. Not in the slightest. "... Mm." The male narrowed his eyes a little and curled his lip in disgust. He glanced over at Hiyori and shuddered inwardly. Gods. Divine beings. Disgusting, they were. Disgusting and deceptive bastards.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Yosaflame was... well, he had no idea how to react. The demon had no qualms with another of his kind sauntering up to him and bothering to speak with him, but it was the... jukebox and the pet names that threw him off. An audible groan in the back of his head indicated that Yosafire knew him, and she wasn't the fondest of him. "... I beg your pardon?" He rumbled, his voice sounding like a considerably less enthusiastic Yosafire. He still looked just like her, just a lot angrier than usual.

"What is it you want?"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * D-D-Don't you dare!

Ah, it wasn't surprising at all to hear Yosafire screeching about heights in the back of his mind. She'd always hated them, hadn't she? It was a pity that he'd chosen a host with such a weak heart who proved to be all bark and little to no bite whatsoever. Heights, really? Heights were what scared her? Not her romantic feelings for angels or willingness to intermingle with them, mere heights and flying scared her? It was at this time that the male found himself wishing Yosafire wasn't his flesh and blood and that this was all a mistake. Him, Yosaflame, being related to someone as weak-hearted as this girl?

"Too bad," The male droned out as he clambered higher and higher still up the cliff. Yosafire's fear caused his chest to tighten and for his jaw to clench, but other than that there wasn't much she could do. He eventually reached the top of the cliff and let a wry smirk make its way onto his face. Again, his descendant screeched and protested in the back of his mind but he carried on anyway. The male unfurled his wings and pursed his lips before letting out a ragged laugh. "We're flying." He said dully, before wriggling his rump in the air and--

Well, he at the very least remembered jumping. After that, he felt his soul being shoved forcefully out of Yosafire's. The male left her body in the form of a puff of black and inky smoke that drifted off of the green canine as she surged forward and instantly began to fall. Yosaflame let a bitter growl before his soul left the mortal world like dust on the wind.

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At first, Yosafire wasn't sure how to react. She found herself falling effortlessly through the sky with her wings outstretched. For a few moments, she felt like she was floating. She felt kind of at ease, really, like nothing could go wrong. It was only when she looked down that she panicked and because she was stupid enough to panic, she suddenly felt both of her wings fly upwards with a harsh POP. White hot pain shot through the joints where her wings met the rest of her body and eventually seeped out into her legs and into the rest of her body. Yosafire began to flail her limbs around uselessly as she was sent toppling faster and faster still towards the earth. It wasn't long before her mouth dropped open into a horrified wail.

Gonna die. I'm gonna die. was all that ran through her head as she came closer and closer still to the earth below her. Her wings sent jolts of pain throughout her body as the wind buffeted them around and sent them waving around like a damn tube man. It wasn't long before she squeezed her eyes shut and felt her body make contact with the earth below with a loud thud and a high-pitched scream. Yes, a scream. An actual, genuine, pained and panicked scream that was uncharacteristic of the little initiate for sure. She hadn't broken any bones aside from... maybe her wings, but she couldn't tell just now. The green demon curled in on herself and pancaked herself against the earth with a few hollow inhales and exhales.

"I'm dead!" The female sputtered out, "I-I'm dead! I-I-I'm so dead!"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "N-N-nono-- I-I'm dead!" There was a certain kind of desperation in her voice as she yelled in response to Phantom. Given the two were closer, now, it wouldn't be hard to notice just how badly she was shaking. Her limbs felt like jelly and her chest felt like someone was compressing it. Memories flashed in the back of her mind: She fell, her horn broke, her head hurt, she almost died. Over, and over, and over again still the memories flashed by. Each time she blinked there seemed to be another unfurling of unwelcome thoughts. Yosafire brought her paws weakly toward her head and let out a dry sob, her limbs quaking and her tail tucking between her legs.

"Scaryscaryscary... scary th-that was scary--" The green canine found herself mumbling beneath her breath. She pushed her paws into the side of her muzzle and whimpered a little louder. Again, there was a sudden surge of memories and she found herself burying her face further into the ground.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * She muttered something incoherently into the dirt and whimpered again, but soon found her ears lightly pricking up. Horn. Her horn. "Th-the other one- it's not broken, is it?" She blurted, her red-orange eyes wide with apparent fear. It was bad enough she had broken one horn, if she'd broken the other... D'ohhh, she was never, ever flying again. Not to mention her wings still hurt like hell to move.

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school.... is so close to being done.........
i want out

AYYY PAX

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Yosafire approached the scene with a rather disgruntled look on her face. Sheesh... her wings still huuuurt. She'd completely botched them when she fell out of the sky earlier- now they were all bruised and black and blue. Blech. At least that weird Yosaflame dude was gone, he was annoying. And boring. The initiate perked her floppy ears upward and gave a thoughtful hum at the question. "Probably! They've got mouse wives and mouse husbands and mouse kids to take care of, yeah?"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Heya, new face I don't know!"

Yosafire, despite the fact that her wings were gross and bruised due to both being dislocated a few days ago, still seemed rather chipper. The demon's eyes were alight and her arrow-like tail lashed happily from side to side as she flounced toward Flicker. "What'cha up to? You knew here? M'Yosafire, by the way! An Initiate." She spoke her title with quite a bit of pride in her voice, and even brought up her paw to examine her nails like she was some kind of head honcho.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Oooooowwww..." The groan of the peppy initiate could be heard from outside of her room. She was splayed out on a rather fuzzy collection of blankets with both of her wings stretched out awkwardly to the sides. Although her wings had only been dislocated during her fall, that didn't mean they'd gone without any injuries. The ends of them in particular were swollen and covered in ugly bruises so painful it hurt for her to move too much. The demon brought one big paw to cover her eyes and push her glasses down her snout a little bit as she shifted position and gave another long whine. "Everything huuuuurts..." She moaned and tossed her head back for good measure.

She'd always been a little dramatic, hadn't she? The green canine eventually decided she was through with just laying around and whining, and decided to try and stand up. Despite the shooting pain in her wings that protested against her moving, she still made her way out of her room and into the open. STaying still for too long, like, killed her on the inside. She was a ball of energy- she had to move around or she'd literally die. For real, she'd be dead as a doornail. Every step she took was punctuated with an annoyed little groan of 'OW' and a light wince from the demon.

Woe is her.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Well somebody sure was grumpy. Yosafire didn't mind the snippiness, to be honest. The love of her life, the one who swept her off her feet, the friend she was sworn in love with (Froze) had said far, far worse to her before! Ah, just the thought of bugging her with her boundless amounts of affection almost pushed the demon to swooooon! Rather, she would've if her wings were jacked up and she was struggling to walk around without crying because of how much goddamn pain she was in. The energetic demon pulled herself out of the bushes and trotted in the direction of the mouthy, dramatic newcomer. She offered Tatsumaki a wide smile and lashed her tail from side to side.

"Heeeeeyo!" The female sang out with a very, very light twitch of her wings. "Well, people do mark the borders, but I agree! We really need signs... Do you know how easy it is to get lost around here?" The demon grumbled with a small roll of her eyes. Her moment of pouting eventually warped into one of laughter as she smiled over at the grouchy domestic. "What brings you to Sunclan?"

/ i tried to match the muse cries

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Yo!" Yosafire returned the greeting in her usual loud, and somewhat annoying voice. She didn't think it was annoying, to be honest. Her friendliness was charming, for sure! "Yosafire, at your service!" The green demon said with a dramatic bow. She instantly regretted that, considering the fact that a shoot of pain ran through her body thanks to her bruised up wings and she let out a pitiful whimper of 'owwww-uh!' and actually teared up a bit.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Ah. Shit. Yosafire, more like Yosafuckedup. Her smile dampened a little and her eyes widened in concern as Scarlet started... kinda freaking out over what she suggested. "Ahh, crap! Uh! I didn't mean it that way! I'm sure their dad is raising them just fine!" The demon said frantically as she jumped to her feet and gave her paw a fretful wave. She turned to Phoenix and waved her paws a little more, hoping this guy didn't beat her up for making Scarlet cry or anything. "I mean, like, aren't they just bound to get eaten anyway? The circle of life, and all that, right?!"

Here is where someone needed to walk in and slap Yosaf.

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I'M LAUGHING SO HARD YOSAFIRE JUST MADE SOMEONE CRY AND NOW SHE'S MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE
PLEAS EHELP THIS IDIOT

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Uhhh! Apple pie is always good, yeah?" Yosafire suddenly chimed in, her tail wagging lightly from side to side. Hahhhh she'd made a mistake in sending this girl on a tangent. Figures, she always talked too much and never thought before she spoke. "When they're dead they can be up in, uh, mouse heaven! You gotta' keep eating 'em so... so they can all die together as a family. Yes."

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Nuh-uh. they'll put me on bed rest and I'll die." The canine whimpered out as she flopped to a seated position. Ow. That smarted- quite a bit. "'sides. I've already been there, an' I don't think they want to give me anymore pain meds. Ehhhh..." She whined, her head tilting backwards and her mouth hanging open in a long-ass whine.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Hah. Yosafire was awake this time around, but she was... still distracted. The initiate was caught starinf off into space and whining incoherently about her busted wings. It didn't help that Phantom kept talking on and on and onnn about stuff she didn't bother remebering. Barrrrf... booooring!

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "They're n-not dislocated! Just... Bruised. 'Cause they were dislocated when I... ..." She shuddered a little and cut herself off. No, no she couldn't tell them what happened. Not again. She'd already been through that twice, reliving it a third time would suck. She closed her eyes for a few seconds to try and clear her head of those scary thoughts before she let loose a loooong exhale. Right. She was on solid ground. She was safe. No more scary flying, none of that. None.

"... But... Nnehh. They're gonna' make me sit around for too long. And it'll be boring! Sitting around and doing nothin' is what Phantom and the other higher ups do!" She whined, before her attention was grabbed by Fairykit. She frowned a little bit and shrunk back like the medic had told her the paddy wagon was out back and waiting for her, but listened anyway. How much pain relief had she been given? Well, her first response was to blurt out 'Not enough', but she managed to keep a lid on that. It took her a few moments before she tentatively answered the question.

"... Jus' some poppy seeds. It was alright and didn't hurt much, but then I started getting bored and moving and it huuurts again..."

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "Oohoo! Are you gonna' confess your true love to him? I tried that before!" Yosafire babbled as she came stumbling over. A dopey grin was spread across her face. "Froze slapped me for it! But I know she loves me. For real. She does!"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * alright so. Apparently guilds were a thing she had to choose. Whoopsies, she'd totally slept through that part of the meeting. The initiate trotted up toward Phantom's den and cleared her throat before calling out: "Heeeeeeey Old Lady? I chose my guild! Maybe! Probably! Sorry for sleeping through that." 'Cept she wasn't sorry. Jeesh keep things short n' sweet!

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Well. Yosafire was too talkative for her own good, so espionage wouldn't be the guild for her. She was also a lot more bark than bite, and not super well-trained in the art of fighting because y'know. She was a weenie. She also couldn't fly, so she'd be... pretty useless in that regard. When Cory showed up, Yosaf let a nervous smile split onto her face.

"Hey, ah! I think... I'm gonna' go with the social one? I uh. ... I forgotthename but it seems pretty cool! Plus, I talk a lot, so I can like. Be productive, and still talk! A win-win!"

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