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bright like the stars in the midnight sky and warm like the sun itself, the ascension of one from angelic origins gracefully lands on the cool soil below, a fluffy mass of neat and pure white feathers latched onto the figure sculpted from ivory and gold marble that glowed with ethereal beauty. hardened look that of a seasoned warrior, old pale battle scars strewn haphazardly across sharp features, liquid gold optics scanned the dense trees of the shadow veil's territory, scarce beams of the dying light of the sun as it goes down for the night, not caring if they happened to be a beacon of light for the soon to be darkness. the scuttling of critters were blocked as senses stretch out, searching for something–someone–in particular, but it seems the individual isn't here. lips curl downwards in a slight frown, displeasure pouring off of the archangel whilst standing in silence before turning their head to look back, triangular ears swiveling in the same direction, seemingly listening to a voice off in the distance and eventually looking forward one again. shoulders rolled themselves and wings lift towards the sky, vanishing in a blink of an eye, the heat radiating off of the oriental shorthair disappearing with the feathery appendages, but the soft glow is still there.

paws twitch and begin to move the body containing jeolmang, fluid with each step and never missing a beat, leaving a trail of vibrant pink orchids in their wake. a neutral–almost bored–expression held up whilst a fire burned inside. underlying fury at the words of how others hurt his children and the suffering of someone he once held dear– no still holds dear. but it's the way of life, is it not? at all shall suffer the hell of living until death comes to reap your soul, but death isn't permanent for all. no, the being of light knows all to well that the cycle of life and death is messed up to the point of some never truly dying. the curse of being brought back to life with vague or no memories of the past. an endless loop. one they happen to be caught in and it's no fun, except they remember it all. the deaths. the pain. the agony. terror and horror. now it's becoming old and tiresome. it chips away at jeolmang bit by bit, slowly starting to view all life as he once did before: pathetic and useless. these physical bodies are weak. no matter how much one trains and grows the only thing that will stay is the soul, and it didn't contain a physical form. these bodies are so... fragile. delicate. push too hard and bones break. pull too hard and flesh rips. though, they aren't here to say all life should be wiped out and all of the shit others like to pull for the 'greater good'. there is no greater good. move on and live or resist too much and perish. no pretty outcomes. not in the game of life.

the quiet hum vibrates in the angelic being's chest, eyes hooded after arriving at the border, tail twitching behind them and lifts their muzzle up. no audible words are spoken, but boomed out through a telepathic message. greetings members of shadow veil. my name is jeolmang and i am here to stay for a bit. in the being's eyes there is no need to request to join. it's not like they'd hold loyalty to the clan itself. no. only those who earned shall receive. not to mention they have no desire to stay in a place for too long. perhaps if solsticeclan was still here then j would have made a permanent home there. unfortunately, it's been swept away in time with little others to remember the place.

kicks down door

rip, i need to get rid of that habit, bUT

here's my child that's gonna stay for a bit and will kill anyone who has a problem™ with that

perhaps it is odd to someone having english as their native and only known language, and can't blame the fellow. though, the meaning behind the isn't the happiest, nor did jeolmang want it to be. gold eyes focus on the form of the wolf, ears twisting forward and giving a polite dip of the head at the greeting followed by an introduction. "soundcheck, mm?" a test to see how the name rolls off the tongue and it's not too bad. a faint smile is returned to the canine, taking note how the small grin on the gray wolf's lips. "it's a pleasure." yet their attention on the canine ceases as the scent of someone new tickles nose hairs and pivots their head in the direction. one of darkness that shouldn't be released upon the world. a creature emerging from purgatory and the realm of pandora's box. an evil walking among them and it's obvious that most were clueless– except for them. to be old as time itself the archangel knows all too well to figure out beasts and creatures alike.

eyes glisten with an unknown emotion whilst observing and analyzing the young kitsune. void like a black hole, vibrant purple markings decorating and swirling around this darkness. a contrast to their ivory and gold coloration. a stillness falls over the celestial, noticing the expansion of draconian wings, causing massive, feathered ones to fly out with a few feathers fluttering away. a smile. no happiness. a smile. void of any emotion. a smile. not revealing any emotion. just. a. smile. "would you prefer if i didn't?" at question battled with another.

a thread where they do some battle practices but are lowkey trying to kill/dominate the other

i mean track

it's not often to see a pair joining, but to the point of being rare. it's pretty common if the pair happen to know each other or were siblings, which seems to be in this case. the being sculpted from ivory and gold arrives after soundcheck did, steps towards the trio effortless as the oriental shorthair allows liquid gold eyes to look over the newcomers. a female having a coloration just like his and the other being dark as the night sky. both enthusiastic to come to the shadow veil and it makes them wonder if the duo ran away from something. it won't be the first time something like this happens and won't be the last. the female speaks up and talks of the desire to have the basic necessities everyone wants. food, shelter, protection, and such. a faint smile pulls their lips up, giving the siblings a small nod of understanding. "of course. i don't see why you can't. though, it would be nice to know your names so you aren't referred to as "the newbies". mine's jeolmang." he states in a calm tone.

wheeze

jeolmang: breathes

rhae: stares intensely

honestly, they wouldn't be surprised if rhae became obsessed with them. though, if he ever tries to ask what they are, the only answer he'll get is "something beyond your comprehension." but yeee, they're gonna need that thread. would you like me to make it?

"you worry for safety reasons, is that correct?" hushed words flow out in a deep, melodic voice. while jeolmang isn't one to care about singling others out, they can't quite place of rhaelarys is concerned about himself or shadow veil. maybe the assumption is wrong all together and the worry is something else entirely. whatever it is, the archangel is sure to find out. liquid gold eyes glitter and lock with molten hot pink ones. interesting. they didn't fit the overall color scheme for the kistune. feathery wings pull towards the porcelain being, vanishing once more, and drags their gaze away from the male. feet take light steps as jeolang picks up the runaway feathers, knowing well enough that if they don't collect them now then it'll drive them crazy later when looking over their wings. "you have nothing to worry about." reassurance and the trust. there's no ill-will towards the shadow veil. "i'm just living the nomadic lifestyle. my true home lost in time and no other will do. i won't be here long and shall leave to venture to another place. perhaps if i make good memories here then i'll return." golden pads brush the pale feathers, pleased they still keep a neat appearance and nudge them together in a small pile, before bending their head down to gently grasp them in their teeth. does that answer satisfy your inquiry?

a cathedral? in shadow veil's dark, evil home? more likely than you think. liquid gold optics glow with interest and wonder as they trot along, admiring the structure of the building and feeling partially at home here. a true smile spread across pale lips while they stay lost in their own world before snapping back into reality at the chatter of others. the ancient being of time's beginning cocks their head to the side, ivory and gold figure gracefully walking over to the quartet, curious as to why they all flocked to the child– eyes sparkle brightly in excitement and resists to scoop the youngling and fly off. while it isn't made obvious, jeolmang loves kids and taking care of them helps fill the void at the loss of the majority of their offspring. wings subconsciously spring out from the underlying emotion to protect and care for the pup. they manage to drag their attention from smokeypup and cast a quick look at those around here. this ozone individual as soundcheck greets and rhaelarys. feathers fluff up before disappearing as the oriental shorthair cat draw closer to the small group. "it's... lovely. the time and effort up into it was great, but worth it." jeolmang purrs in a happy note.

IM SHRIEKING BECAUSE MY BOY RAMI MALEK

anyway, hey <3 depending on how old he is, jeolmang might pick up him like "oh, a lost child?? mine now". but!! he can def have a thread with this booty

bright like the stars in the sky, the figure of ivory and gold sculpted from marble hovers over the dense forest where it meets the stony staircase, liquid gold eyes searching for nothing in particular. massive feathered wings flap in the air a few times as they descended to the woods below, elegantly landing on the cool soil and liquid gold eyes scan the greenery surrounding them. a light smile plays on pale lips as the plant life seems to be attracted to them, watching flowers bend in their direction despite there not being a wind to blow them in the direction, vibrant pink orchids springing beneath and around sturdy paws. the warm radiating off of the archangel more than enough to cause a few rabbits to hop over and nestle under the feathered appendages. the rays of the sun beaming down and filtering through the trees add to the warm surrounding the celestial. not unbearable, but pleasant. imagine taking a sunbath on a cool summer day. that's what it can be compared to. of course, they were tresspasing, but did it effect or bother them? not really. sitting down on the green grass, wings brush against the ground as muscles relax and the oriental shorthair releases a small hum of contentment.

adalicia swarovski

hot

i love him?? bvuiv, he's the face claim for my boy db. a good actor at that.

i'll adopt him then. "hey guys, look at what i found"

jeolmang would be more than willing to teach him english considering they speak all languages, even dead ones. does it mean they'll be helpful? eh. fff, he try to flirt with them, but they're gonna end up finding the girl they had a crush on/former gf died and will be sad™ and hellbent on revenge.

though, that thread. yee, definitely. they need to spread their wings (pun intended?? maybe??) and make friends even if it'll take sometime. who should make?

leading is something familiar to the one crafted from pure light as he was the eldest of his siblings and those that followed after him. not to mention his reign over solsticeclan and the over natural sense of leadership. pointed triangular ears perk up and swivel in the direction of rhaelarys' call to the members of shadow veil ( couldn't they have stuck to shadowclan? it seems stupid the more and more they think about it. ) and remains lounging on the rock they seemed to "love" so much. liquid gold eyes lazily casting towards the young kitsune and quivers their whiskers. so he wants them all to gather at the cathedral? but if they didn't want to and had plans to listen with their heightened sense? a soft huff comes from the celestial and slowly rises from their perch on said rock and trots over, the feline plopping down after getting close enough, head turning from side to side. first here? ha.

darkness and light.

a constant battle between the forces, never ending as one tries to get the upper hand over the other. to have dominance and push the world in the direction they pleased. but neither are better than the other. good can be bad and bad can be good. views skewed and the true moral of what's right and wrong. a battle fought ever day and a war never to be won. these thoughts cross the divine being's mind every so often whilst looking over the earth and those that inhabit. oh, what a crash course they're going to go through soon and didn't bat an eye at the possible future. whatever happens, happens. pupils of liquid gold shimmer brightly in the sun as the warm rays beam down and vanquish the shadows provided by the night, and they slide over the gorgeous building known as the cathedral, sparkling in unspoken joy. part of jeolmang wonders why they chose to live this location, but they're not complaining. at least they can hide here and pray whenever they see fit and hopefully hear some others pray while they hid to listen. strange, but it's only to those that have little clue of their origin.

sharp features covered in faded pink scars shift into one of ease and contentment, soft porcelain fur gently caressed by a cool breeze passing by, listening to the swaying of the leaves and faint creaking of the trees. eyes shut momentarily as a quiet sigh slips past their lips and leans against the rock they found to be useful for sunbathing. nothing could go wrong this moment, right?

RHAELARYS

sCREAMS

i want threads with all of y'all and yer babs

hey-o. this is my child jeolmang and i've decided to bring 'em back and it seems like at the right time too. the person they had feelings toward recently died and it's going to negatively affect him, causing him to start reverting back to their old ways: seeing everyone as useless and weak. it's uncertain if they'll get out of this funk, but only the future knows. anyway, here is their storage for tags and the like. forewarning: jeolmang loves kids and may adopt them. also, their gender can switch to he, she, they, it at any time, so whatever gender y/c sees them as is completely fine. onto the fun stuff, yeah? if it's not up there feel free to ask!

open to

– enemies

– friends; it'll be difficult as he's having problems with trusting others

– rivals

– adopting kids; 1-6 months.

– teaching y/c about herbs

– teaching y/c other languages

– therapy sessions

– aus in general

– crushes on her

– litters; consensual, drunk, or alliance (with the current clan she's staying in. sv is the residence as of late)

– training y/c in combat

– short/long term plots, tbh

iffy on

– adoptive siblings; that's something that's earned. jeolmang will outright deny those that try to call them their adoptive sibling, and won't hesitate to drop those that prove unworthy

– serious injuries/permanent scarring

– mutual crushes/short/long term relationships; again, the girl they had feelings towards just died and aren't going to be moving on for quite a bit. it needs a good plot and will take some time to build up aka plenty of private threads and open interactions

– being captured; this more like he's bored and willingly got captured, but will leave once they had enough "fun"

– killing others; only if they wronged them, their family, or people they love

closed to

– death

– being maimed

– being tortured/torturing others

yaaas bih. who makes?

HAYLIEL ARCANIUM : sure! have anything specific in mind for the au?

BREAKOUT : ooo, once j learns he killed kate that friendship is immediately over and they'll try to kill him :'0

bonding over training sounds great! it'll help out with building the friendship. who makes?

a creature of royal blood and pretty jewels snatched from the rightful life and crown they so deserved. pity how life did what it wanted without a care for others and shoving them into the realm of animals ( filled with monsters and beasts of all sorts ). the spike of a new soul entering the area is enough to rouse the archangel from his nap and stood up on sturdy paws, shaking out luscious fur and stretched with a yawn. humming, the being of ivory and gold ambled over in the direction of the newcomer, liquid gold eyes focusing on the regal appearance of the striking cheetah, a polite smile gracing pale lips while enjoying the thick egyptian accent. it's been quite some time since he's heard someone native to egypt speak, much less in the difficult language of english. a soft rumble of welcome vibrated in the oriental shorthair's chest, gazing up at the lanky wildcat and slightly tilted his head to the side.

"greetings, ahkmenrah, and welcome to shadow veil." came the deep, melodic purr of the celestial. "my name is jeolmang. would you like any food or water?" liquid gold optics scan over the jewelry donning the male's figure before trailing to the silky cape.

"soundcheck has a point. it all depends on what type of clan you desire to have allies with. of course, you can always ignore if someone's pro, anti, or neutral and focus on the fact if they're of use or not." the ivory and gold figure of the divine being arrives shortly after the wolf, settling down whilst wrapping their tail around their paws. they've been arund clans enough and had lead on once upon a time, not caring if someone chose to be any of the labels above. hell, they remember being allies with the nox and it was a group that saw feline as inferior and what was solsticeclan mainly made of? cats. clans change and so do leaderships. these labels of pro, anti, and neutral are just such. anyone could be one of these at any given time. what matters is if their allies will back them up, supply resources when needed, and fucking visit on a regular basis since it's not hard to check up on each other. liquid gold eyes slide to the ground to watch a bug crawl on by, waiting to hear the input of others.

michael... please sa-save... m-me

yes. yes, he heard the pleas and... fuck. it fucked him up so much and it hurt. the wavering light of kate's soul before it dimmed, and dimmed, and dimmed... until they couldn't see it anymore. gone. snuffed out and a bubbling fury had started on the day of his joining. knowing all too well that her death wasn't something she wanted. he could tell her soul had struggled against something and it had to be another individual. though, they were so focused on the dying light of one dear to him that he didn't pay attention to the opposing soul that caused her death. foolish. idiotic. a silent vow was taken to find out the culprit and make them bleed. suffer the wrath of heaven and taste the blazing end of his sword, dying a slow, painful death just as kate did. while some think it was corrupt, he doesn't see it that way. angels weren't the gentle little creatures that doesn't delve in violence. it's the opposite. they were warriors– a majority of them, at least. fighting and death not new to him. hell, he's even killed innocents because he had to. dark and twisted, but they didn't understand. couldn't understand. though, that life is behind jeolmang now, doing whatever he pleased.

liquid gold eyes focused on the dark form of the crow, ivory and gold fur glowing faintly as he came to a stop. optics fluttered to the note in the avian's grasp. "what do we have here? who's it for?" jeolmang murmurs to the crow, taking note of the scent of hawkclan on it.