Posts by Primalsurge

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“ I saw her. ”

Their ears perk up as they use their legs to give one final push up the slope. For a moment, they soar in the air, mane trailing in the slight breeze, before they land quietly on their forepaws. They lift their head up to see the back of a faint but familiar figure that is slowly becoming more visible, flickering slightly as the scars on their form seem to drift away. A soft chuckle escapes their lips in response to this. They don't expect it - at least, not now - but everything in their life right now seems to be filled with spontaneous actions and events.

Originrush moves to sit beside the beast, dropping a box of bottles in front of them. They can easily feel the sharp, piercing gaze that's sent their way, but it doesn't stop them. A smile finds its way onto their lips at the sound of their irritated huff. It almost feels normal, they think as they grab a bottle. They easily wrench the cap off with a slender claw, watching it roll down to the edge and -

( flying off hitting a warrior a drink then more then too many and he's there watching tiny eyes sharp gaze disapproving but he takes one anyways and she wants to laugh and scream at the same time )

- falling flat on its face. Ori tips the bottle back, feeling the too-comforting burn down their throat, and settles it down beside them. Nothing's said or heard at the top of the hill as neither of the individuals wish to speak. He keeps quiet to allow them a few seconds of relief, and they can't speak as they try to wash away their memories with alcohol once again. When they're just about to finish their second bottle, though, the silence breaks.

“ I saw her, ” he repeats himself, silvery-blue eyes focused downwards. A scrap of scarlet fabric flutters weakly behind in the slowly-dying wind. “ She was - she is small. And there's something different. Like...there was - is - a childish aura that comes from her. She never had that. At least, I never really noticed it. ” He stops there. They turn to look at him, not sure why he paused, and finds themselves wondering when they begun being the one to stare down.

A huff leaves their lips. They bare their teeth and begin picking out excess bits of meat from a meal they had earlier consisting of deer and a little bit of lion. A minute after, they're done, and finally respond. “ Well, ain't tha' a...a charming li'l thing t' think about, ” Originrush says, voice slurring slightly from what they assume to be their third drink. “ Probably ya' just never noticed, y'know? Never really was the 'sharp' kinda guy, huh? ” In response, he snorts, scrunching his nose as he processes what he's been given.

“ It's not - that's №t i⊤. ” His voice is sharp and harsh and glitching, but their senses are too dull to hear the twisted and distorted vowels he utters. He takes in a deep breath to help calm himself, but they've hit an unknown nerve. It pulls at his strings and makes him want to do things he's said he would never do, but that bottle is becoming more and more tempting as the seconds tick by. It's fortunate that he's not able to grab it either way; they're not usually possessive of their drinks, but he can't exactly hold anything with his ghastly paws. He hears the sharp inhale and immediately snaps out, “ Don't, ” but it's not enough and now she's laughing, hoarsely, their claws digging into the ground beside them as the heels of their feet hit against the side of the cliff.

“ Y' know me too well. Shit man, just... ya' found her. Be happy. Go see 'er tomorrow or somethin'. “ They see his gaze flit towards the bottle (the last one, their mind says though they can't care enough to act) causing amusement to bloom across their features. “ God, for fuck's sake, just take a fuckin' drink and relax your tits, ” they bark out, eyes shut so tightly from chuckling that they don't see the unsheathed paw that's aimed at their face. Claws scrape against their cheek painfully, push them with such force that they have to drop their bottle and find some place to support them. They shove their paw down, trying to find ground but only finding air, and suddenly their back's hanging off the edge -

( " I thought, anyway, I told you not to waste your life on this. It's poison. This isn't the smartest place to drink. "

" Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta hurt yourself to get the shit you want. An' tha' cliff's fine. Ain't gonna fall off or something. I never do. "

" You'll stop believing that when you fall. I don't know if I'm strong enough to catch you when you trip off that edge, ᵖ̛̿҉̹̟̬̕ŗͤͮͣ̚͏́҉͉̩į̳̫̌̈́͑ͮ̋๓͖̦̣͔̫̊ͫ̚ก͙̫̲̤͍̟̲̤̄̑ͥŁ̶̟͈̍ͮ͗͜,. "

an owl claws sharp tapping now standing and sitting third bottle doesn't know spills on his paws beak pecking fiddling with a cap and he doesn't like it doesn't like ʐ͊͊̽̚҉͔̮̻Σ̴̘̭̄̒ท̙̲̹̹̄̋ͯأͬ͏͔̮ҭ͔̟̖̭̰̤̝͗͢ӈ͕̭̪̬͇̓͗ or you you you

Y̴̯̮͗̈͡ͅO̘̤͍̜̥̓ͩͫ͌ͯ̂̉͠Ư̷̶͖̰͎̪̆̊͗̏̽̈́ͣ̚

" I ain't be dying. " )

- but their claws scrabble against the edge, crumbling dirt, though they quickly find a grip and pull themselves up. They breathe in and out heavily, thinking that maybe they are just a little too drunk for this. Though then again, they never really did anything the right way. It's the reason they're here, up on this cliff, looking down at the wreckage that used to be their old clan, and making a good attempt at doing nothing useful and everything that's considered harmful.

“ I didn't mean - ” he says, rushed, but he's cut off by the abrupt sound of their laughter (when have they ever laughed so much before?) that starts to ring through the hilltop. A scowl crosses his lips and he bares his teeth, snarling. His form flickers again and fully shifts into a physical form, burns and everything. He rears himself onto his hind legs and slams his forelegs into Originrush's chest, shoving her roughly onto the ground behind them. They only continue to laugh, even after his claws run down their shoulder, even after he bites her scruff and throws her towards the few remaining trees that scatter the area.

He leaps after them, prowling like a predator hunting its prey. Ori keeps that toothy grin on their lips as they move onto all fours. “ Oh fuck - f-fuck me, heh, ” they say, licking their lips. “ You wouldn't hurt poor ol' me, would you? ” A pinkish-purple glow begins at the top of their mane, slowly travelling downwards until a sleek black jaguar stands where the zoroark once was. They give him a warm smile, green eyes softening at him. He hesitates, though their teeth are still showing.

“ You would - ” they continue in a sickly-sweet voice, walking forwards to lean their forehead against his. “ - hurt me, though, right? ” The glow fixes itself on their tail this time and travels up, leaving a melanistic lion it their place. “ The fuckin' bastard, huh? ”

“ Stop. ”

“ He fucked up y' life just by creatin' you. ”

“ Stop. ”

“ 'e fucked yer mom too, and she couldn't do shit - ”

Usually nothing scares them. But the enraged roar that escapes his lips is something that sends a shiver down therr spine, that fills their gut with fear. A pair of claws slash at their neck and their shoulders before his heavy form shoves itself into their chest. Their breath is wrenched from their lungs as they're sent flying once again, this time hitting a tree at the end of their flight. They're left breathless once more, coughing and choking on the laughter that just won't fucking stop and he can't help it, if it'll turn their mockery into cries of pain to show them what it feels like to give up everything for her.

“ All - ” They let out a cough, wheezing. “ - All right, stop - please, ya' literally gonna kill me. ” The pummeling doesn't stop as he resorts to beating them with their paws, watching bruises slowly blooming along their jaw. Rage blinds his eyes and he can no longer stop it; he finds too much joy in watching her bleed and -

They let out a croaking breath. “ Can't - ha - can't h-hurt me? ” Underneath his bloodied paws is a slender feline frame, with what's supposed to be a solid white coat. Their eyes - eye - is almost the same shade of blood that ruins the purity of their fur. Shocked, he takes a step back, ears flattened against his skull, as he stares at Originrush's new form. His form is slowly flickering back into the spiritual realm, where he's supposed to be right now instead of beating the shit out of his leader (your master, rings in his mind) that he's supposed to protect.

“ Wait, what about - ha ha - what, heh, what about her? ” Their fur changes against as their form shrinks slightly into a smaller cat with sleek black fur, with silver eyes that have claw marks dragged down them. Sorrow fills his gaze and he slinks back, now completely translucent, as his tail is tucked between his hind legs. It doesn't quite click in their mind, what they're doing to him until they notice him lifting his head up, the shuddering inhale of a breath, and that blank look.

( His look. )

( ɪ͙̩̥̣͈͓̙͕̈́ͥ๓̵͓̟̬̺̰ͥͨ́̿̔͗͐͊ք̦̝̞͉̳͒̾̏͛ͤ̒ǝ͉͓̯̰̝̍ͫ͘͢͡ͅƦ͗̽̐̎ͦ̏͛҉̟̞͇̘̻͔̩Ɨ̨͚̗̳ͥ̊̃͠ª̶̮̼̩̞̜̱̼͋ͥͣ̇͛̄ͥ͊͜ͅŁ̶̛͎̲̯̩̱̳̱͛̒ͧ̉̃̊̚ḕ̩̲̪̣͊ͦͫ̓̓ͤ͗̂Ж̋ͤͯ͋̑ͦ͊̄̊҉̡̜̖̹̙͠ḕ̮̮̲̯̥̄͐ͅͅ⊂͚͕̥̥̪̭̒ͫͥ͗ͤ͊̏́ȗ͓̼͓̽͋ͫͅ†̸̫̭͍ͨ͋̋ͦ͗̈̈̕Ϊ̘̂ͪ̊ͦ͋ͫ̃͘͜͝ͅσ͈̗̬͚̼̹͙̈̐͑ͤͥ̀̚и̴̨̥̱̠̬͔̙͑ͮ̒̈́ͬ͆ )

“ You've always been a disgusting masochist, huh? ” They faintly hear, their eyes are glued onto his slowly-disappearing body. His eyes seem to gain a light, but it's not a good one from the way his mouth bends upwards. “ When - remember when I said it never worked? ” His words are slowly returning them from their brief shocked state. Their form drops away and returns to the original, towering wolf form, the injuries from previous forms marring theirs and turning it into a canvas of crimson and ruby hues. The pain that supposed to make them feel good - feel as if they're doing the world a service - is dull and only an ache that persist to annoy them as they crawl forwards on weak hind legs.

“ Wait, V - ”

“ I lied. ”

He disappears and they crumble to their knees, lost, pained, and empty.

Macabre thoughts. Macabre thoughts.
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[spoiler=tags (updated 08/30)][justify][size=8]information ;
originrush | ' ori / origin ' | genderless | uses they/them
greyromantic pansexual | prefers females over others
?? months | birth date unknown | ages in real time
birth clan unknown | lives in colouredclan | member

relationships ;
currently single | crushing on no one
child of unknown parents | generation ??
no known siblings | mentoring no one
no known carried last names

important facts ;
sleeps around a lot | doesn't care much for their kids
smoking & very bad drinking habit | secret drug addiction
talks to spirits | transforms & mimics others' forms often
all powers | blood is coloured pale blue | 4/9 lives

appearance ;
▪ timber wolf hybrid | health: 85%
— solid grey with tied flowing red-to-black mane & greenish-teal eyes
ruby claws and facial markings & large dark-grey mane of fur on chest
capable of bipedalism & skinny build that stands at 5' 3" on hind legs
— scar from bottom of chin to lip

personality ;
observant | reserved | gregarious | quick-witted
temperamental | impetuous | competitive | enigmatic
indolent | oversensitive | dishonorable | irritable | unreliable
hates it when people questions her habits and choices

interaction ;
▪ medium physical difficulty | extreme mental difficulty
▪ do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #C92C47 and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed

spirits ;
appear as coloured flames | have animal forms only originrush can see
▪ ' v ' is stoic and snarky but a brilliant strategist; has a purple aura
▪ carterose is an alluring thief with a very sharp eye; has a blue aura
▪ nighthunter is a brother figure who rarely shows; has a murky grey aura[align=center]
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]hhhgh they need a threadd
also because i didn't answer in the other thread, primal's not in colouredclan anymore :u
she's kinda just wandering around the place but she's going to skyclan once my ass decides to stop being a lazy fuck

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[justify]Her paws scrape against the ground painfully, re-opening scratches that have since scabbed over, while adding dirt to ones that seemingly never close. The sides are the ones that have been damaged the most, with clumps of fur missing from how often they dragged themselves on the gravel. They're the ones laced with the most blood, with patches of near-healing skin and patches of raw flesh. Although the occasional kind loner might inform her about them, she just doesn't really care. She doesn't have time to clean them. Besides, they'll just get cut up anyways. Why bother with something that'll just break again?

For once, however, Primalsurge thinks she might be wrong.

( FOOLISH IDIOT BRAINLESS WEAK SCARED FUCKED-UP COWARD )

( shut up )

( please )

Her paws hurt and bleed more than usual. She thinks it might be the fact that these steps have a lot of loose dirt that's been dried from the sun. The pain she feels right now is more intense than when she walks anywhere else. Though then again, she tends to stick to smooth, flat roads. They never have a lot of particles that get everywhere since, from what she can tell, it's made out of stone.

She trips once more, but lands roughly on her knees this time. Primal's paws are aching and she can feel blood trickling out one of them, but she doesn't want to stop moving forwards. She has to keep going. There's someone waiting for her - she knows it. Saw it, even.

A huff escapes her lips as she brings one paw onto the ground, but it slips under the weight of her form. It's a bit of a surprise to her, given her frail shape. She's much lighter than before, too, especially with her mane suddenly disappearing after the recovery. But, for some reason, there's no energy left for her to muster. Her legs refuse to pull her back up, leaving her stuck on the steps, lying on the ground as she tries to catch her breath. It's a pitiful image, she knows, but what else can she do? Primalsurge is stuck here - she's as weak as he says she is.
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primalsurge | ' primal ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
demiromantic bisexual | prefers neither gender over others
21 months | born november 21st, 2014 | ages in real time
born in colouredclan | lives in skyclan | warrior | no titles

relationships ;
currently single | romantically interested in no one
daughter of ecrias / shade & alluan | generation 3
sister to pridestalker / fallenwish | won't take apprentices
carries the hiraeth name | of the legend & stark families

important facts ;
▪ loses her vision randomly ( current status: gone )
▪ sometimes talks to flame-like spirits of various colours
strong alcohol addiction | unknown smoking habit
high sex drive | not fond of her children from flings

appearance ;
▪ african lioness | health: 80% | reference
— dusty wheat-gold & red eyes with one green spot in the right
crimson red markings around on their back / face / ears / neck
various scarring and bite marks & long gashes across their face
— limps on hind left leg & skinny from being a bit malnourished

personality ;
blunt | absent-minded | mendacious | negligent
— a snarky compulsive liar that is occasionally straightforward
is forgetful & changes her mind often which conflicts with lies
usually very relaxed & rarely ever puts in effort while working
sometimes has energy boosts that can make her more selfless

powers ;
all powers | discovered & average mastery of 70%
— normally used for small activities like lighting cigarettes

interaction ;
simple physical difficulty | high mental difficulty
do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #50CC6D and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed[/fancypost]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]my god frosty pls primal's gonna actually be happy since her cub years
uuh could you make it? i procrastinated too much and now i have a lot of homework to do :v

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]okay primal technically isn't in colouredclan buuuuuuuuut
prim used to look up to kestrelflight a lot (and pretty visibly too i think) so i'm kinda just wondering how that's gonna interact (if it even does lmao)

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]psst twix have you seen s3 of carmilla yet because wOW
rip pg-13

ooh i've got primal here and i was thinking about throwing her into skyclan since plots but it's a little too slow for me. might do a dual membership though i dunno yet :u

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[justify]Thinking about her family only makes her hate herself even more. She can't even count the people she's slept with – she can't even remember how many she cheated on Heather with. There's at least a dozen of kids swarming around the place, too, reminding her of past mistakes and regrets she can never undo. The shit she had (has?) for Imperial, too, is just another thing to tell her she's awful. It's why she never comes here; she doesn't deserve what awaits her, or the remainders that she still wants to hold onto.

And yet, here Primalsurge is – crawling on her paws as she continues to struggle with the next step. She's defying all the rules she'd made to punish herself, just for something she has to see for herself. Even then, she doesn't even know if they'll still be there; for all she knows, she could just be walking in the remains of their trail like always. It's a thought that haunted her, and still does. Still, she'd been born as a rule-breaker, and she'll probably die as one.

However, the constant voice taunting about her actions vanishes when she hears a single word.

" Primal...? "

She thought that she had a difficult time breathing before. Now, however, it feels like her throat has closed up entirely, leaving not a single opening for oxygen to enter. It makes her chest hurt and her heart beat harder and louder, but her throat's refusing to cooperate and she doesn't know how else to just fucking get herself to calm down.

But she can't. She's a failure that can't even do breathing correctly, leaving her there gasping for breath in complete silence for many moments to come. When air suddenly floods her lungs, though, she can't even muster her full voice. It's gone dull, raspy, and underused from her time in the black noise that surrounds the empty wilds. That's just one thing that isn't coming back. What is, though, is someone she's thought was lost forever.

“ Impavid, ” she chokes out. “ Imp – Impy – where are you, I can't – help me – I can't, I can't see. ”

[ aaah it's okay! tbh i'm kinda getting busy with school so my muse has been up and down lately rip ]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 440px; margin-top: -30px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=tags (updated 09/13)][justify]information ;
primalsurge | ' primal ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
demiromantic bisexual | prefers neither gender over others
21 months | born november 21st, 2014 | ages in real time
born in colouredclan | lives in skyclan | warrior | no titles

relationships ;
currently single | romantically interested in no one
daughter of ecrias (shade) & alluan | generation 3
sister to pridestalker / fallenwish | won't take apprentices
carries the hiraeth name | of the legend & stark families

important facts ;
▪ loses her vision randomly ( current status: gone )
▪ sometimes talks to flame-like spirits of various colours
strong alcohol addiction | secretive smoking habit
high sex drive | awkward around children from flings

appearance ;
▪ african lioness | health: 80% | reference
— dusty wheat-gold & red eyes with one green spot in the right
crimson red markings around on their back / face / ears / neck
various scarring and bite marks & long gashes across their face
— limps on hind left leg & skinny from being a bit malnourished

personality ;
blunt | absent-minded | mendacious | negligent
— a snarky compulsive liar that is occasionally straightforward
is forgetful & changes her mind often which conflicts with lies
usually very relaxed & rarely ever puts in effort while working
sometimes has energy boosts that can make her more selfless

powers ;
all powers | discovered & average mastery of 70%
— normally used for small activities like lighting cigarettes

interaction ;
simple physical difficulty | high mental difficulty
do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #50CC6D and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed[/fancypost]

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]all we need is imperial and we're set for a period of colouredclan nolstagia lmao
quietly tries to summon fandango

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]ah, it's okay! thanks for making the thread <3

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]drinking buddies with primal, maybe? :v

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; height: auto;][justify]uuuh could you maybe? my muse has been kinda low w/ starting threads, sorry :/

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[justify]It hits her sharp in the gut, with a stab of blinding pain that takes her breath away once more. She feels cracks – more, not new – forming in the façade that she's been trying to hold, and knows that this time, it will break. I'll have to find a new one, she thinks absentmindedly as she tries to crawl away from the pain. Laid-back won't work. You're losing your edge. Find something that's sharp and will bite back. Nothing will be strong enough to help her fend against the guilt that is slowly creeping up on her, though. Still, thinking about something like that helps keep her confidence up, so she mumbles her thoughts under her breath, like a mantra that might turn true if repeated enough times.

Mumbling? Her lungs are now cooperating, she notes. Why aren't her chords, though? The lines feel as if someone has snipped them apart, and she can't tie them back together in pitiful knots. Strumming at ruined strings won't help her cause – she needs a new plan. Telepathy is an idea that pops into her head quickly; the sudden line of hey, fuck you too, I was just about to fix myself but then you appeared and ruined it all over again would be perfect in surprising her for a moment. Prim's been caught off guard more times that she's comfortable with, and needs to get back at her somehow. It's more for attempting to keep up a stable shield than a battle of pride.

She licks her lips and tries to muster her powers, but all she gets is the feeling of something burning out. The fire in her heart seems to finally be flickering out, ever since those days in stone –

( cold empty dark numb blind cold closed blocked terror fear cold hurt trapped forever help cold cold cold limb jerks paw against forehead freedom never it is always there that is why you have it )

– and she's not quite sure if she can ignite it again. It's not like she'd have to; there's no more use of her in this world ever since she found her purpose and tore it to shreds. Flickering away into the background is better than being alone. She'd still be able to watch, to see that everything's going fine for the people she still cares about. That's all that really matters, in the beginning, in the end, in every situation that she can think of.

Feeling the familiar warmth of a friend companion crush former clanmate, however, makes her believe that maybe the world has just a little bit more left for her.

Without a second thought, Primalsurge puts her full weight on Rosewater, but quickly lessens it as she remembers her new form and its larger size. She hopes that her frail condition and low weight won't have too much of an affect on her. Still, for all she knows, Rose is just as skinny as she is. An unnerving image of a bony figure comes into her mind and sends a shiver down her back.

A weak noise comes from her lips, intended to be a sigh of relief but becomes more a sign of regeneration. “ Why – ” Her voice is raspy and hurts from how she talks. “ – Why, why are you here? ” she asks, tentatively, more afraid that her voice will fail at her any second than Rosewater disappearing on her. Prim takes in a deep breath and lets the fragrance of the roses calm her nerves, hoping that the slight, nervous twitch she carries and the ever-growing fear in her stomach will vanish at the scent.

[ FUCK i am the worst shit i am so sorry i got busy w/ robotics stuff and then i had to deal with some stuff about going to new york or whatever and it got really hectic but!! i am back and filled to the brim with muse as you can obviously tell ]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 440px; margin-top: -30px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=tags (updated 09/13)][justify]information ;
primalsurge | ' primal ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
demiromantic bisexual | prefers neither gender over others
21 months | born november 21st, 2014 | ages in real time
born in colouredclan | lives in skyclan | warrior | no titles

relationships ;
currently single | romantically interested in no one
daughter of ecrias / shade & alluan | generation 3
sister to pridestalker / fallenwish | won't take apprentices
carries the hiraeth name | of the legend & stark families

important facts ;
▪ loses her vision randomly ( current status: gone )
▪ sometimes talks to flame-like spirits of various colours
strong alcohol addiction | unknown smoking habit
high sex drive | not fond of her children from flings

appearance ;
▪ african lioness | health: 80% | reference
— dusty wheat-gold & red eyes with one green spot in the right
crimson red markings around on their back / face / ears / neck
various scarring and bite marks & long gashes across their face
— limps on hind left leg & skinny from being a bit malnourished

personality ;
blunt | absent-minded | mendacious | negligent
— a snarky compulsive liar that is occasionally straightforward
is forgetful & changes her mind often which conflicts with lies
usually very relaxed & rarely ever puts in effort while working
sometimes has energy boosts that can make her more selfless

powers ;
all powers | discovered & average mastery of 70%
— normally used for small activities like lighting cigarettes

interaction ;
simple physical difficulty | high mental difficulty
do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #50CC6D and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed[/fancypost]

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[justify]She has a good grasp on her mind, she likes to tell herself. Her powers stretch to cover a dreamless night's sleep, to making sure she still has a firm grasp on images she cannot bear to lose. However, the one thing she can't always control is what she sees. Whether it'd be in person or in her head, she's never been able to stop the distorted and bloody scenes, or vivid hallucinations that trick her constantly. Visions of her actions' consequences and possible retaliation only further loosen her hold on her mind. However, there's something else that's worse than all of those combined – her memories.

There are memories that haunt her with every passing day. They swarm from the depths of her mind, attempting to blind her with scenarios she tries to convince herself aren't real, that they're just more illusions he sends to torment her. But, when he sends images of her girlfriend, of her smile and of her grace and of her cold dead body, the world falls apart and she simply crumbles down. With deep, almost painful breaths, Primalsurge will stay flat on her side while she tries to process between reality and the past.

It is unfortunate that, on ColouredClan soil, she receives the vivid recollection of Heather amongst the bodies of SunClanners she had killed. She tells herself that her claws had not taken a part in her death. The blood that drips from her claws, though, the scars across her face that pull themselves towards Prim's direction – they all say otherwise. Her actions are costing everyone their lives; she is a murderer with no heart, a liar that twists ribbons around her prey to convince them that all is well.

Her knees hit the ground roughly, staining them brown with dirt and red with blood that now seeps from new injuries. She tries to move back onto her paws, but they appear to have gone limp with the rest of her forelimbs. Having only a set of working hind legs isn't enough, with one being so painful that she's forced to stumble around on the other three. She needs more strength, but where is she going to get that? Rosewater is gone, the smell of roses slowly fading from her pelt. Imperialexecution has faded from the surface once more, and she's not sure if she can bring him back again.

“ Fuck, ” Primalsurge spits under her breath, teeth bared at the ground. “ F-fuck, fuck, fucking shit, you just had to – here of all places – fucking, you piece of shit, fuck you. ” Cursing won't help her situation, but it'll help with building a new guise. It does re-ignite the charred remains of her fire, giving her a burst of warmth to help her remember that, yes, he's affected by it, and yes, he'll hear it.

The only problem, however, is how the fuck is she going to start moving?

[ fuck i kept telling myself to post to this but just?? god i did not realize how busy i would get and my muse disappeared for a couple of days and robots and panic and wow i am really tired bUT OH WELL here is my post, i finally made it and i am so sorry for how late this is and now i am going to crawl into a hole and pass out from exhaustion hOO also nice grace vanderwaal reference ;0 ]
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primalsurge | ' primal ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
demiromantic bisexual | prefers neither gender over others
21 months | born november 21st, 2014 | ages in real time
born in colouredclan | lives in skyclan | warrior | no titles

relationships ;
currently single | romantically interested in no one
daughter of ecrias / shade & alluan | generation 3
sister to pridestalker / fallenwish | won't take apprentices
carries the hiraeth name | of the legend & stark families

important facts ;
▪ loses her vision randomly ( current status: gone )
▪ sometimes talks to flame-like spirits of various colours
strong alcohol addiction | unknown smoking habit
high sex drive | not fond of her children from flings

appearance ;
▪ african lioness | health: 80% | reference
— dusty wheat-gold & red eyes with one green spot in the right
crimson red markings around on their back / face / ears / neck
various scarring and bite marks & long gashes across their face
— limps on hind left leg & skinny from being a bit malnourished

personality ;
blunt | absent-minded | mendacious | negligent
— a snarky compulsive liar that is occasionally straightforward
is forgetful & changes her mind often which conflicts with lies
usually very relaxed & rarely ever puts in effort while working
sometimes has energy boosts that can make her more selfless

powers ;
all powers | discovered & average mastery of 70%
— normally used for small activities like lighting cigarettes

interaction ;
simple physical difficulty | high mental difficulty
do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #50CC6D and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed[/fancypost]

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[justify]She's not exactly sure what motivated her to choose this clan out of all the mainland clans. Yes, she understands the perks of living up in a relatively-secluded mountain, under the leadership of someone who has neither allies nor enemies. It provides her with a sense of relief, knowing that she'll be far, far away from the people who have taken her life - metaphorically and literally - away from her, and that she'll be able to live the rest of her short life in moderate peace. There's also the fact that she'll never be hot again, too. Mountain tops are always breezy, which'll combat her annoyingly thick pelt and the odd aura of warmth that seems to constantly surround her.

However, there's also the fact that she's not terribly sure what awaits her. Rumours have passed her ears, filling her mind with images of old rivals and family she doesn't like to think about. Of course, she tries to tell herself that these can't possibly be true, not when she's seen two of them die and one of them vanish into thin air. The thing is, though, she's never been very good at lying to herself. Lying to others? She finds it quite simple to manipulate her words so that they simply slide past the question, or that they twist themselves into something that the others want to hear. It's just too easy for her to look past the dull mask she's fabricated.

Even though those thoughts plague her with every step she takes, she's not willing to turn back now and scratch up her paws even more. The clan's barely a minute or two away; she's not risking to make an hour's trek back down when the sun's setting, not when her sight's been with her for almost a week. He could take it away within an instant, sending her tumbling down the gravel roads until she's all bruised and battered up.

( It's not like she doesn't deserve it. She's fucked his head up so many times that she's surprised he hasn't gone insane and torn out her spine yet. )

So, when the distinctive scent intrudes her nose, she can't help but to fall down on her rear to allow her paws some rest. They're a brutal and bloody mess, with dirt-crusted wounds that lace them and almost-healed scars being reopened once more. She's pretty sure they're infected, but she hasn't had the time nor the materials to bandaged them up. Besides, what's the point when she'll just end up scraping the gauze off?

“ Hello? ” Primalsurge calls out, voice a bit scratchy from its lack of use, but still retaining the ability to raise its volume. “ Any of ya' fuckers out there? Y' got a maybe joiner, an' you probably don't wanna pass it up, 'cause there's definitely ain't many of ya'. ” She's exhausted, both mentally and physically; being polite is definitely not on the top of her list.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 440px; margin-top: -30px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 14px;][spoiler=tags (updated 10/09)][justify]information ;
primalsurge | ' primal ' | identifies as female | uses she/her
demiromantic bisexual | prefers neither gender over others
22 months | born november 21st, 2014 | ages in real time
born in colouredclan | lives in skyclan | warrior | no titles

relationships ;
currently single | somewhat interested in rosewater
daughter of ecrias ( shade ) & alluan | generation 3
sister to pridestalker & fallenwish | won't take apprentices
carries the hiraeth name | of the legend & stark families

important facts ;
▪ loses her vision randomly ( current status: present )
▪ sometimes talks to flame-like spirits of various colours
strong addiction to alcohol | concealed smoking habit
high sex drive | awkward around children from flings

appearance ;
▪ african lioness | health: 80% | reference
— dusty wheat-gold & red eyes with one green spot in the right
crimson red markings around on their back / face / ears / neck
various scarring and bite marks & long gashes across their face
— limps on hind left leg & skinny from being a bit malnourished

personality ;
blunt | absent-minded | mendacious | negligent
— a snarky compulsive liar that is occasionally straightforward
is forgetful & changes her mind often which conflicts with lies
usually very relaxed & rarely ever puts in effort while working
sometimes has energy boosts that can make her more selfless

powers ;
all powers | discovered & average mastery of 70%
— normally used for small activities like lighting cigarettes

interaction ;
simple physical difficulty | high mental difficulty
do not kill or capture | to maim, please ask
▪ when attacking, name in #50CC6D and/or bold
▪ non-violent actions cannot be powerplayed
▪ all opinions are ic and are not meant to be personal[/fancypost]