Posts by olympe

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  • OPEN, JOINING — I LAY IN BED SO BLUE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Step, step. One step forward, two forward, three, four forward. None backwards, always forwards. Keep ahead, keep ahead, little girl. It was nonsense she rambled in her thoughts, trudging towards the outskirts of the Skulls borders. She hurt, everything hurt. Bones, body, head, and she needed sleep, food. She couldn't figure how she'd gotten like this, only that she must go on. If she didn't, it was no use. She'd only seen the full moon twice when she really wished to see it at least a hundred times.


    "Hey, hey, hey?" She called out, voice raspy and childish. "Anybody home?" The half blind kitten murmured out, swaying on her feet with a concerned look.

  • OPEN, JOINING — I LAY IN BED SO BLUE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Her eyes would open up brighter at the sight of the female, instantly growing a liking to the adult. Perhaps it was a maternal aspect that she was looking for—though consciously, she believed she would be better off with no mother. She could do things on her own, yes! Or at least, that's what the two month old liked to believe.


    "I'm Rosekit!" She bloomed with joy, leaning her weight on to her two right legs, both front and rear. "I think I'd like to stay here, is that okay?" The dark Russian Blue questioned Nighthawk, blinking her eyes softly, one clouded and one more vivid, staring up at her.

  • OPEN — TODAY OR TOMORROW

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]The young Russian Blue was sat in a patch of grass, digging through the dirt hastily. She'd rather not dirty herself, but yet, she stuck her paws deep into the dirt, taking it within her nails and raking it towards her, forming two quaint holes in the ground. A packet of seeds was clutched between her small teeth, a thoughtful look taking over her features as she worked.


    The packet was ripped open, and the seeds were dropped in a sloppy manner. Rosekit wasn't all too sure why she'd decided to plant flowers—the sudden feeling to do so had overwhelmed her, and so she got to it. It wasn't a hidden fact that her time in this territory would be short, so she figured she should plant some nice flowers for the next people that decided to come and live here.

  • OPEN — TODAY OR TOMORROW

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]"Planting flowers, oh, I'm just planting flowers!" The girl mumbled lightly, gazing fondly at the holes in soil before glancing up at Raphael, heading twitching upwards as much as she could to get a good look at the older male. She seemed to squint at him for a moment, almost out of disgust, before she soon smiled, giving a short laugh before looking back down at the planted seeds.


    The half-blind Rosekit would hum then, patting down the dirt with a dainty paw. "Mm, I'm Rosekit, and I wanna make sure that whoever lives here next finds these flowers and decides to stay forever." She went on, shrugging a bit then.

  • THE SKULLS PLOT & CHAT

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]aoBEOBEOBE
    i see my mom peachmoon is here


    i get to see stars wars on new years i wanna cry
    so have fun partying while i actually die :^)))

  • CRYBABY ─ JOINING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]"Sir! Oh hello there, sir!"


    Her voice was warm, rich as butterscotch, and her steps delicate across the terrain. She figured someone should be stopping her from venturing out and greeting strangers at the border—but there was no mother or no father, she was alone and she was fine! "What's your name? And will you join us? I mean, the Skulls, of course." Rosekit chimed, neck turned and craned to look at the male with one blue eye, the other clouded.

  • CRYSTAL CASTLES ++ o/joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]"Oh, welcome!" The warm exclaim came softly from the half blind girl. She had her head tilted up and to side gently ever so slightly to get a good look at the grown adult, smiling. "I'm Rosekit. How are you, Formervandal?" The Russian Blue posed the question, ears twitching to listen in on how the new joiner would respond. Oh, she enjoyed to be this bubbly with strangers! It really gave them a fright sometimes—how funny!

  • COPPRICORN VISIT — open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]"Coppricorn? Man, I don't think I am one." Rosekit seized out, lightly humorous when she bounded forward. She guessed this was everyone's mom and dad, maybe, she knew it wasn't her parents. But she was alright with that, she wasn't all too sure if they'd ever find where she'd gone off to, and it didn't make her sad.


    "I'm Rosekit, though." The half blind kitten would bob her head, smiling but turning to paw at the dirt.

  • GENERATION Y — joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Ah, sluts. Rosekit would poke herself out to approach the girl, smiling. "Hey, hey, hey—I say she's quite nice." The Russian Blue kitten murmured in a raspy tone, clearing her throat as she tilted and angled her head slightly to the right so she could view the stranger better. She sat herself down next to Decoratedsoldier, looking up at the male before turning back to the joiner. "What's your name? I'm Rosekit, I live here in the Skulls—just as you do, I suppose." She purred out, looking content. She figured this girl would be quite the colorful addition to the group, for better or for worse.

  • OPEN — THE RAIN CAME TOO SOON

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Rosekit had planted some flowers a few days ago. Hydrangeas, to be exact. They had just been little seeds but just yesterday she could see the fuzzy green heads of their spouts begin to show. They'd been for showing off, to give a better view for those that passed through. It had been an act of good intentions. But it seemed that, today, when she walked on by, they were gone. The sandy soil had been dug up and they were gone.


    "Huh ..." The half blind child murmured sadly, blinking down at the messy bed of ground. "W-What ... who did this?" She asked lowly, seeming less saddened ... and more frustrated now.

  • OPEN, MEETING — I WAR WITH DEMONS INSIDE MY HEAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]She couldn't help but smirk when she heard her own name. Oh, her? How proud of herself she was—she didn't have much family to get that from, she supposed. There was Liette, and Rosekit cared about her, yes. Did she care for her sister too? She assumed, her sibling would be on her own if that wasn't the case.


    "I think if we plant lots of flowers, people will like it here more." The Russian Blue would muse. She figured that had to be right. She wanted to stay around places that had a lot of flowers.

  • slave unto the night : open, joining

    [justify]Dad! Dad!—he wanted to cry that out. Maybe even: Don't you see me, dad, don't you see the things I've done? Won't you help me now, take me away from the path that I've strayed to. I'm calling out for help dad, I need your help. Mom doesn't know ... she won't know. But you ... you ignore me ... and I wished you would look up once or twice, maybe just to tell her, maybe to tell me. I wish you didn't leave her all alone. And I hate you for that. I hate you. You're breaking my heart ... you're breaking hers. So, ... so I don't need you. I can find my own way out of this, even if it'll hurt me.


    This is my fault, and it's yours too.


    * * *


    He woke up with a grimace, a headache and a terrible feeling throughout his body. Every bone felt like eroding steel, ancient and dying. The black serval's steps were something of rocks against the ocean, nails to a chalkboard, the sharp noise of bending metal. And that noise, that high ping! It took a while to escape from his large ears, his lips closed, nose twitching with every deep breath.


    He wished to see his mother—all doe eyes and wit. And his father, like a leather jacket and a knowing smirk. But, he felt like if he returned, he would be disappointed, and to his parents, be a disappointment. It wasn't like they were together anymore, so what did any of it matter? They stopped being in love, so they stopped being a family. He wished they hadn't done that, he really wished. They knew how it would hurt him, didn't they? And how much it would make mom sad, and how much of a fool it would make dad. But it was done, so he was going to try out something for himself.


    The eight month old—he was young in the face, but his body was sleek and agile. Perhaps not a stature of a god, but lean, broad shoulders, and a tall figure made up for it. A long face, with blank black eyes—they seemed to be mesmerized by something, perhaps of anger, or of sadness. That was how he looked, standing on the border, his balance swaying gently as he looked at the ground.