Posts by ANUBIS

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Fifer could just hope they did not lose their cool. Ideally, the need to let Anubis take full control would not occur here. That was good with him. Clearing their throat quietly, the small WindClan warrior called out, "Fifer, requesting a duel-allegiance if I may."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]A white light certainly stood out starkly against the dark night sky. The sable turned their head towards the source, eyes slowly blinking. A memory stirred in their mind, of the Supreme Commander wielding a similar light in battle. Les. Abruptly, they stood, bounding away from camp towards their moonlit friend, heart sinking when they caught sight of her face. What had made her cry? They glanced at the lightsaber, the glimmer of impression fading at the thought she was saddened by it or something else. They decided they much rather liked her smile.

The flowers spread.I see that. Softly, they cleared their throat, chest constricting as they thought of something to say. Something, anything, to push back whatever sad thing was on her mind. "H-hey Les." They tried to smile themself. That expression was supposed to be a contagious one. All they got in the attempt was a sinking feeling of awkwardness. They had no clue what they were doing. Where did that happy gleam in your eyes go, Les? Why are you sad? Is there something I can do?

Instead, they murmured, "flower you doing today sweetheart?" Their ears flicked back sheepishly. Where the heck did that come from?... Once more, they cleared their throat. "Ah, that was stupid, sorry. But are you... Okay, Les?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]Fifer dipped his head politely, silently storing the names in their mind, about to offer a reply of gratitude when a sudden weight was thrown against them. Wait... Lessa? A little too startled to hug her back, they looked blankly at their friend, unmatched eyes wide. "Stars, you nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn't realize you were a member here." Granted, at this point they should stop being surprised by her and her antics. She lived in a few others clans too, didn't she? "I'm ah... Glad you're here too. So..." They cleared their throat, willing themself to be un-awkward somehow, blaming Anubis, glancing around their surroundings for a moment.

"We live in a village sort of like this in WindClan, does everyone pick a house to stay in or is there an order to things?" They really did like their cabin in WindClan, though it was nice to learn about someplace new. Of course, taking a glance at the scorching sun, they had no intention of doing any shapeshifting into their other form during their stay. That would certainly be miserable.

// misty! ^.^; I totally forgot you brought Les here
Hey y'all.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]Quietly, the sable trotted forward, ears flicking. It had been quite awhile since they had gotten a task, even in WindClan. Seemed like a good idea to busy themself with something. Shrugging to themself, Fifer tossed a curt nod to Mason in silent request, unmatched eyes flickering with a sliver of curiosity.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]Ah, she was in a medical position here? The sable was somewhere in between surprised and not so surprised, ear flicking as they padded forward. Lessa lived to help others, though she was awfully timid, much like, it seemed, her fellow doctor. At least she'll have someone to relate to. Neither need be so nervous all the time. They offered their friend a patient smile, taking a seat. They were 100% healthy from what they knew, so this would probably go quick for them. "Hey Les."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]The sable approached slowly, puzzled, their head titled lightly to the side when they stopped beside their clanmates. "Are you unable to speak?" They inquired softly, resting their odd-colored optics on the stranger. They kept their stance light, peaceful, tail flicking absently as if in bored calm, though they were fully prepared to shift into their other form; ready to release their joint control and let Anubis have a go. This is a strange one.Why don't we have any weapons?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; font-size:10px; font-family:georgia; word-spacing:1; text-align:justify;line-height:100%]They watches the sun as it turns the mountainside pink, almost fascinated, as if they had not seen that a thousand times before. A trivial thing, in the end, to focus on such things, they suppose, but it was beautiful nonetheless. They landed on the edge of the tribe's territory, a fox-sized dragon black as night, wings resting on their sides, spined tail flicking restlessly behind them.

One would think, given one of the two souls residing in the dragon's body was an Egyptian god, they would exhibit more outward patience. Perhaps they would have, if those souls were not constantly internally bickering.

// edit: Nothing was wrong last night when I made this thread, but now something's come up and I think it'll be causing me to take a break from the site for little bit. I'm so sorry, since I just made this thread to join, and as soon as things get back on track I'll definitely come back here.
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[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]They found the moors a soothing sight. Something old and familiar. Definitely worth coming back to. Absently, the sable flicked their tail, taking a seat beside the border. While waltzing back into camp occurred to them, it probably would not be appreciated. After all, it had been a while since they'd shown their face around here. The polite course of action was to wait.

Watching the clouds drift, Fifer titled their head, mitch-matched optics glazed over in thought. I don't think she's here. I don't sense her. She doesn't just live here. You didn't tell me you were hoping to see her anyhow. ... Perhaps some things never changed. Such as the constant mental differences between two souls trapped in one body. Softly, they released a breath of air, taking a moment to just focus on the feeling of the wind on their fur. This was home.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]There's something unusually detached about her, Fifer thinks, offering the lioness a small, polite smile of their own. Perhaps, like them, she was just anti-social, though they were not so sure about it. Before they spoke, they blinked as another appeared. Another stranger. Unfortunate. Was anyone they remembered here? "Salutations," strange word, they think, trying to recall whom they had heard it from. "My name's Fifer. Fifer Staccato Mist. I know where I am, I'm looking to re-join."

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]"Nice to meet you, Atticus and Henry." It'd been some time, but they remembered every detail. The cabins. The orchard. Their ears flick back, mind alive with recollections of days past. At the inquiry of whether they were looking for someone, they quickly nodded, frowning lightly. "My friend, Lessa." She had to have been here recently, right? WindClan was one of her homes. She never stayed away for long. "She-she's ah... Pine marten, with dark brown eyes. Kind of small. Very shy. Speaks with a stutter. She lives in multiple clans but she... Stayed here the most." Or, last they had seen of her, she had, but they left that out, anxious enough for any news as it was. It had been so long since they'd been here, could she have left in that time? It didn't make sense, she never left any of her clans... Not from what they had seen of her. She loved all her homes.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]Fifer was at odds with themself. The constant disagreements occurring only in their head was tiring after a while. The ex-stormtrooper found a quiet place to stand on the bridge crossing the gold river. Absently, they thought about Naboo and other planets across the stars. The small settlement here was peaceful, and they enjoyed the gentle quiet of places such as the orchard. It was not a bad place to stay.

They had to wonder though, when they had the spare time - and they often did - where their secret Jedi friend was. She traveled all around the place after all. Getting separated by time had been all too easy. Without the First Order, Fifer did not have much purpose anymore. It had been easy to follow orders, travel across the galaxy, listening to the Supreme Leader. Now, they were just here. As peaceful as it was, they got bored after a while. They knew the former Supreme Leader hung around here, but surely, without the First Order, it was safer.

So why was she gone? Where did you go, Les? Didn't she remember her friends here?

// we're going with your headcanon that each clan lives on their own planet and the actual canon planets exist too, right?

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]No, that didn't make sense. Fifer's ears flattened, eyes narrowing up at the lion in an undisguised mistrust. "Why? Clearly," they tried their best to keep a level tone, not trying to sound so bitter or suspicious though it was not exactly working. "You don't know Lessa. She doesn't just leave. She doesn't have the heart to do that. To just decide a place 'wasn't right'. No one who really knew her would believe that." No, this was Lessa they were talking about. If she left, it was for some other reason than just 'deciding WindClan wasn't for her' because that, had to be, without a doubt the stupidest thing they ever heard.

"Who was the last one to see her?" Who, they thought bitterly, they could trust to know their friend well enough not to spit out the nonsense they were hearing here. BlizzardClan, would be, they decided, a trip they would take. RiverClan and ColouredClan too, if necessary. She lived in those clans as well, last they spoke in Sunfall Village.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]Fifer blinks, eyes flickering back down the smaller lioness. Did she use the plural? "One of her legs is prosthetic, yes." Had this lioness been a BlizzardClanner? The way the other lion stood by her, they would have figured she had parents here. "I... Thank you, but I remember the way. You can still come with me, if you like. I'll likely set off tomorrow morning."

"I'm sure she can explain in her own words why she isn't here." And then what, they wondered. Odds are, if there was a reason, depending on what it was, they were not convincing her to come back. Frowning, they titled their head, "Where's the rest of her family?" Han Solo, they remembered, had resided here in the past. Her father, however, was an enigma to them. "Is it likely she could be with one of them?"

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]The sable was rather proud of the fact that they had not gotten lost. While they had been very confident in navigating their way here, it had not been the simpliest task. When they caught sight of the stairs however, they knew for certain they were in the right place. Resolved, and somewhat relieved, Fifer took a seat at the bottom of the stairs, shoulders squared and mitchmatched eyes set. They were going to prove that lion wrong; they knew their friend better.

She's here. Wait and see.

// @lessa s.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]This was one overprotective, controlling lion. They huffed, unimpressed more so than ever before. With a small smile, reserved for Navi, they nodded their gratitude. "Looks to me she's fierce enough to handle herself. I'll be okay, but thank you for the consideration."

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]That looked painful. Fifer blinks, frowning as they immediately jump forward to the kit's side, ears flattened against their skull. Well, he was talking amiably, even if he exhibited tail-tale signs of anxiety. "Kid, are you okay?" They mange to sputter nearly in sync with the marten bounding down the steps next, startled to hear a stuttering echo of their inquiry. They glance between the younger BlizzardClanner and their friend, speechless. "Les?" Softly, they cleared their throat, face burning.

Quickly, they nodded to the kit, still worried about his head, eyes narrowing for a moment before deciding that, perhaps, he was fine. Kits, since they were not fully grown, tended to have softer skulls to prevent horrible injuries. "My name's Fifer, it's nice to meet you. I was... Actually looking for her." She looks different. No, I didn't notice. "Les, they said you left WindClan... But I know you and that's... Ludicrous," for lack of better word. "Did something happen? Why do you have four prosthetic legs? Last I saw you it was just the one..." Who hurt you? They were going to bash their skull in then light it on fire, then feed the ashes to a volcano.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]For a moment, they are quiet, her words washing over them. Out of all the possible scenarios, the struggle between Jedi and Sith had not occured them as it probably should have. Fifer had assumed, despite Vader's aggressive nature, that Lessa was someone whom he would never harm. They could only imagine what the other BlizzardClanners were thinking.

Their class dug into the ground, stomach constricting. I'll kill him. You'll get us killed. I'm not letting him get away with this. Isn't he supposed to be dead? The First Order...? They inhaled deeply before speaking, voice trembling with rage. "I'll kill him. If he so much as looks as you, so much as thinks of harming you again, I'll kill him. You shouldn't be afraid of a place you called home. Talk to Johnathan, he won't let this stand, you know he won't." Why, they wondered staring at their friend hopelessly, why hadn't she already; send a message, something?

She still believes in him. "Les I... Listen, I'll go anywhere with you, do anything for you. But if you... Want to go back, I won't let him hurt you, I promise. And if you don't, I'll stay here as well as WindClan, if that's what you want. But I don't understand how you can let him live peacefully there, not punished for hurting you; he should face justice."

// mobile

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]They opened their mouth, before shutting it barely a second later. How could she not want retaliation? They stared at the ground, claws sinking into the grass. Their strong sense of justice, no Anubis' strong sense of justice, flared inside, bitter and vengeful. It was not right. Everyone should pay for their wrongs, and of course, it did not always happen directly or maybe not even until they reached the afterlife but this was... This was inexcusable. "He does not deserve your forgiveness Les."

Faintly, they tried to smile. Tried to muster an expression of understanding, of agreement, of respect. They did not however, in their heart, comprehend their friend's decision. "If you think that's for the best..." Vader would pay somehow, someday, whether or not it was them who made it happen. "... I promise I'll tell him." And make sure it was clear Lessa was now under their protection.

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]Something had pissed off the dragon. The sable came back from BlizzardClan airborne, in their fox-sized night fury form. While it was faster for sure, the power of being in Anubis' preferred form was a benefit for sure, one they were clearly putting to use. Their scales glowed a deep blue, their eyes a violent scarlet.

A loud crackling sound filled the air closest to the dragon as they flew over the moor, a furious blast of purple lightning blowing across the sky, striking only clouds. While splitting the puffy white columns was an interesting sight, it was clear the condensed masses of water was not their preferred victim. They repeated the attack until their energy depleted, the glow fading from their spines. Standing beside the dragon skeleton, Fifer's eyes still shown red, as if they were possessed, tail lashing sharply side to side, chest raising and falling rapidly, looking altogether mad, glaring at something that was not in front of them.

How does she do it?

[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]Bitterly, they supposed letting off steam in such a fierce manner close to home was not their best idea. Truly, they needed to find out how to balance out their emotions, when the two souls did not share the same. Except now, perhaps, they were awful close. They glared at the ground for a moment, at a loss for words. They had never been a talkative individual, not one to speak on their feelings, their thoughts. It was, after all, no one's business, not really. It was theirs. "I'm fine," they muttered curtly. A lie.

Then, frowning, they turned to the small group of clanmates, brow furrowing. "Lessa isn't angry." They had no clue what Fifer was on about, but that was fine, they didn't need to. Odds were their friend would not appreciate them explaining the whole story, that they did not really know anyhow. They just knew one thing; "Someone hurt and betrayed her... And she isn't angry." Just how close, they wondered with fury, was she to death that day? How does she do it? How does she let that go?

"And I don't get it. She doesn't even want him to face justice for his actions; she just wants him to know she forgives him. And I don't..." They dug their claws into the grass. So maybe they were - both Anubis and Zeref - vindictive, but for something like this... For someone she trusted so full-heartedly... "He doesn't deserve it. At all."