Posts by Immortalkisses G.D.

The vixen found this more amusing than she'd probably let on. Plus, to make matters worse, she definitely didn't fit the bill. Humming in an off key note, she'd stand alone, and merely observe. She had nothing to add, funny enough.

The female didn't really know Stardust, nor did she care to. If anything, the other was completely foreign to the vixen, and that was okay. They didn't have to be buddy-buddy, for her to walk over, and peer around curiously. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

She didn't need to sunbathe, plus her pelt was dark already. The next shade would have been to have black fur, but eh, she kinda liked this body the way it was. That was a bit ironic, considering she liked everything to be black, but grey was just fine. Absentmindedly approaching, she'd blink at those gathered around, amber orbs a bit amused. "You look relaxed, at least," she'd yawn softly, completely at ease. She didn't share the others confusion, as this was pretty normal to her.

She had never really had parents growing up. It was only until she was a bit older that she had actually managed to understand the bond between parent and child. And even then, she hadn't been the prefect child, for either Blacklight or Stuart. But she missed her mother the most, and she would give anything to simply see her again.

The calm exhale of female did nothing to console her thoughts. But she didn't look abnormal, or anything, as she approached the joiner. "I'm Immy. Welcome," the creature would intone, straight to the point.

It was crazy to think that she had been here this long, to encounter two of their weekly tasks. Time sure did fly, when one wasn't focused on anything in particular. "I'd like one."

/gimme a dev. one too plis

She had done a lot of things in her lives, and she'd continue to do them, with the fact that she'd accept whatever screw up came next. She was level headed, and she had always believed that everything happened for a reason. Sometimes the reason was tweaked by mortal intervention- sometimes it was something else that decided to mess with it, but it existed to her. She, however, believed in very little things; she woke up, she did what had to be done, and that was it. If she ever had an ulterior motive, it was always done quickly, and efficiently. Winding up in Bloodclan had merely been convenient to her- winding up with a massive hole in her memories was also convenient, but in the ironic side. Sometimes she'd wake up with a bitter taste in her mouth, and in other circumstances, she'd get headaches if she smelt something that was familiar to her, but not.

Such was the case with Jericho. She didn't recognize him or his stuttering, but she knew this scent. She was positive she knew this scent, and she was almost certain that his gentle disposition was also familiar to her. It screamed 'home' but she didn't know what her senses were talking about. Had she ever really had a home, to begin with? Kicked from heaven, murdered from Olympus, and last she checked, she had fled from both Shadowclan and Scarclan. Anger flickered briefly in her amber hued orbs, but she didn't lose it. If anything, this was only anger directed at what she didn't seem to know, or perhaps had forgotten. The last one was an interesting theory... which led her to believe that perhaps she didn't want to know what she had forgotten.

"Hello, I am Immy," the vixen would intone, calm as ever.

If Immy would have never found the art of assassination, she probably would have resorted to drugs, or something as equally as reckless. She liked the thrill she got in stalking, manipulating, and murdering people, but it was so rare for her to do any of that nowadays. She had gotten older, and therefore more finicky with those whom she bothered to stalk, and hunt out. Most things didn't meet her standards, and all of her vendettas against people had vanished with them vanishing. Besides her poison hobby, nothing about the vixen was healthy. Perhaps this was good, or bad, there was no real telling. Exhaling softly, the vixen would lazily wander over, amber orbs blinking at the blunt. "I'm Immy, and I can't remember if we met or not," she'd intone lazily.

The vixen knew how to stitch, roughly, people up, mostly because she had done some things to herself when she needed them. But she was as good as it as she needed to be, not because she liked the medical crap, or whatever plant junkies carried around. No offense to them, she just couldn't personally get behind it. Maybe it was due to the fact that she was the polar opposite of those who fixed- she merely broke things. Nevertheless, she'd bring herself over, and take a seat. She showed no interest towards the activity, and actually seemed to be messing around with a pebble. She'd listen in, but she'd be no actual help.

The legit last person she had bothered to spar with had been Breakdance, and that had been ages ago in Scarclan. She had been using this exact body too, if she remembered correctly. Then again, she was dying of old age, (she wasn't that old), and lost memories. Humming in an off tune tone, she'd saunter over, amber orbs slightly curious. "I'd be down."

The souls inside of her could admire artwork all they wanted, but personally, she saw no need for it. She was surprised the thing had lasted long, in all honesty, but that just showed how much personality it had. Much like herself, despite it being a hunk of rock. Breathing softly, the vixen would move to stand beside Affy, and angle her cranium lazily. "Sure, why not."

It was in the vixen's nature to hate, even a simple thing such as a name. Really, the only thing she found about this joiner was their name. Why did he have to be called that, of all things? Immy had been lounging around, but she had perked up slightly at the word "Socrates". The Nyx part of her was a little more than amused at her reaction, but the hybrid would wave it away. It was no secret that she didn't like things from the past, even if they weren't the same person. "Hello. I am Immy," she'd murmur, amber orbs blank as she approached.

Her weekly task had been to go mess with an enemy, and she wasn't that stupid to not notice the unhealthy fixation with Sunclan. Frankly, she didn't understand the war between the two, nor did she care. If anything, it was just another random clan messing around with the clan she happened to be living in. Approaching the clan in general was a difficult task, however, as the more she smelled the scents of multiple people, the more she grew lightheaded. There it was again, the sense that she knew this clan, yet she did not. She remembered nothing about this clan- nothing! It annoyed her that her body was acting up, but she couldn't afford screw ups. The member would grunt lowly, and swing back towards Bloodclan, stopping only when something caught her eye. Someone was coming and fast! She didn't particularly care if she was caught, as now she had a new plan. Grinning widely at the Sunclan warrior that happened to be nearby, she'd focus, and push herself onto him, with the intent to fully possess him.

It was sad, how weak this little member was, and how easy he was to fall. It was a bit weird to be a domestic feline after so long, and with a bit of tweaking, she managed to rummage through all of the memories that she needed in order to complete the mission. Switching into his life was easy- she knew who to smile at, who to glare at, and who to talk to. A part of playing with one's food was to enjoy it, to soak it up. Shuffling through his home, she found exactly what she needed.

Cooking was something she didn't do for anyone but herself, when she wasn't in a body that took in blood. Her grilling techniques were a bit outdated, but it was steak. Who didn't like steak? The male would hum as she usually did- in a cool and calm way. Nobody could see what she was doing, considering she decided to cook everything in a remote part of Sunclan. When everything was done, she'd wrap the food up in a basket, and place it nicely in the middle of the clan, with a boring note that said "enjoy- from" whatever the male's name was. She had sprinkled the food with some light poisoning that would only induce nausea and vomiting- yellow jessamine, or something.

She'd sneak out of the clan in the male's body, figuring she'd have some fun with the entrapped soul later.

The task was easy enough, and right up her ally. She'd stretch a bit, and cover up a yawn with a paw. She'd nod in acknowledgement, and merely slip away, with the intent to start and finish her task.

Her task had gone without a hitch, and now the high was fading. She had taken the stupid task of bringing the male she had possessed over into Bloodclan, simply because she knew this would happen. If she didn't have anything to immediately entertain her afterwards, her mood was always sullen. She always saw the imperfections of what she did, no matter what it was, and now, the Sunclanner in front of her was going to pay. She practiced playing darts with him, expect the darts were knives, and she was very accurate. It didn't matter that the sun sometimes would blind her- her body knew the functions of how and where to aim, even without direct eyesight. She'd always murmur something foul when something was slightly off, but that was Immy to one. If it wasn't done correctly, then there was no point in doing it at all. Perhaps this line of thinking made her do little at all, but it was fine, if she gave it her everything when she did do something.

Sadly, her victim died too short into it. He probably died from blood loss, a heart attack, or from the multiple stabbings. Now, she wasn't exactly a genius, but it was maybe the last one. Yet, there were so many possibilities that this was another reason why she didn't ever want to become a doctor. Grunting lowly, the vixen would unpin the carcass, and drag him over to the border. She'd lay him down with surprising gentleness, laying a black rose beside the corpse. It seemed she had no respect, or perhaps very little for the living, but the dead was another story.

She sat there, in front of that corpse border, with her amber orbs partially closed. It wasn't like her to internally turmoil over something, and she certainly wasn't doing this now. If anything, she was coolly analyzing her current position. The first question that popped up in her mind was why Bloodclan? The easy answer to that was the fact that she didn't particularly feel like returning to Shadowclan, and there was no other anticlan with Bloodclan's rep. It was easy to then conclude, after spending some time here, that she had made the right choice. She had no real objective here, or anywhere, other than to simply live life, and let it flow. She was a focused and loyal person, when something peeked her interest, and Bloodclan had. That didn't mean she'd die for this group, but she might for the people within it. For now, it was all about serving, and testing the lines here.

She'd exhale shortly, and open an orb. If she was surprised by how much time had gone by, she didn't show it. She had basically sat hunched over, like she was praying, for awhile. In reality, she had merely been dissecting her thoughts, and her feelings. Moving fluently, despite having been there for awhile, she'd turn, and head for the nearest waterhole. Uncaring if anybody was around, she'd slip in, and begin to scrub. She was careful to pick a waterhole that was secluded, and last likely to be drunk upon. She didn't know if she had accidentally gotten poison on her or not, from her weekly task. She'd also have to clean the silver daggers she had used too, as they were bloody. What a mess.