Posts by euphemia r.

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He was rather uncomfortable around strangers, and this individual was no exception. It was a distrust, an uncertainty, that he nonetheless tried his best to smother in favor of fulfilling clan duties. Sometimes, this was successful. The petite feline would keep a guarded distance from the other cat as he came to a halt - he hoped that others would come across the scene soon, just in case there really was danger. "Ex...excuse me, sorry," he beckoned quietly, his voice wavering and exposing the nervousness he had tried to keep off of his features. He felt even worse about the way his voice shook. "C-c-...can I have your name and business, s-sir?"

&& rushed hhhh
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He didn't move as the female pushed past him to address the stranger, but his gaze followed her movements, albeit occasionally flickering to look to either side of where he stood. The aggression was something she had displayed when he'd joined too, and of course it made him shy away from her a bit. His attention shifted back to the potential joiner as he heard him reply, and his reaction was one of heightened nervousness as a result; he felt his throat tighten and his gaze quickly targeted the ground, taking to fidgeting, wringing his paws and shifting his weight from paw to paw uncomfortably. Being called out by the unknown male on his blatant nervousness was something he'd experienced before; others had pointed out similar faults, some much more rudely. "I-it's alright," he would mumble in response to the apology. He hazarded a glance sideways towards Evan, wine-colored eyes widening at the reassurance. He offered a quiet "thank you," so faint that it was possibly not even audible.

"W-welcome to the Elite, th-then," he offered back to Yahtzee, tentative and with his gaze still focused on the ground. Of course, he'd been put off, but he would remain polite. He wasn't the sort to get angry or snap back at all. If anything, he'd just be more cautious about approaching the male in the future. "U-um...I'm Euphemia...or, Euphie, i-if you want."
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Like a few of the other individuals gathered, Euphemia had never been to Bloodclan, and didn't recognize the scent. He would step up next to Lucien to wait for the stranger's answer in a rushed track post, risking glances at his clanmates as they spoke in turn.
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A handful of joiners had been gravitating here from Bloodclan as of late; he didn't recognize the clan by scent, however, so he was unaware that this was where he came from. He could relate to feeling as though one didn't belong in a clan that had once been their home. He was formerly of Shadowclan, and had lived there for a very long time, but it had gone through drastic changes and when he had returned to it after leaving, he had felt as though he no longer quite fit in the clan. Most of his friends had long since left that clan, and the friend that had remained and that he had admittedly felt closest to had gone through major changes, and had seemed oddly distant. He hadn't been surprised given that said friend's life wasn't exactly a picnic, but he had felt uncomfortable with it. Clearing his head to shake his thoughts, the ribbons tied at his ears drifting with the motion, he would train his wide-eyed gaze on the individual wandering the area, prompted by his voice. I come in peace, the lion had said. The rather small, feminine-looking feline would raise his voice to tentatively address the man. "H-hello? C-can I help you, sir?"

&& welcome!! cx
slightly rushed oops & yes they do!
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It would appear that there was some confusion as to whether or not they really were allies, the feline would note as he came to a halt at the side of Pearlcatcher, looking at the guest tentatively. He had just arrived in Seaglassclan, so he couldn't contribute anything in the way of that. It sounded to him as though Darkclan had a lot to offer, though, and Gilbert seemed nice himself. Unable to help out with the alliance confusion, he would instead look towards the proffered gifts. There were the almost obligatory medicinal supplies and weapons, but the other items that had been included caught his attention. Namely, the seashell necklaces - they were very pretty, in his opinion. "A-ah, thank you - th-the gifts look lovely," he offered quietly, voice laced with uncertainty, before tagging on. "I-I'm sure someone will be here soon to h-help with the alliance matters..."
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He could never seem to settle down. Leaving Shadowclan was a move he deeply regretted, not only because he'd left behind his ex-boyfriend but also because it had negatively affected how comfortable he was in all the other clans he visited. He had been ill at ease at first in Shadowclan too, of course, but he'd grown more comfortable there with time and had even made some friends. Proximity was something he strongly desired, so that had been ideal for him. However, now he was too skittish to truly keep himself anchored to any one clan, and had effectively become a nomad. His anxiety about meeting new people, his inability to control himself when he got nervous, these had both worked against him in the past. He ran away when he was scared, it was just in his nature. Hopefully this time around, he could keep himself grounded, even if it was difficult.

The petite male could be seen standing a few steps shy of the Colouredclan border, the ribbons tied at either side of his head floating with the breeze. His shoulders were hunched and his gaze was flickering rapidly from one direction to the other as though he was expecting an attack or the likes. He hoped he'd come to the right place, and that they would all welcome him. He had a tiny bit of past experience with Colouredclan, delivering gifts to them and similar occurrences, and the memories he had of the clan were clear. However, he could only imagine it had changed a lot. The members of Colouredclan had been kind to him - he had memories of one of their past leaders being very welcoming to him - but were they still? He would shiver, making an awkward 'hmm' sound at the back of his throat. "H-hello?" he would call out, hoping that someone would be around to hear him. "U-um, I'm Euphemia...Xerses. I was hoping to j-join this clan?"
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Ah, he knew Yuri - well, not personally, hence he'd had no knowledge of his moving from clan to clan, but he remembered him from when he'd visited Colouredclan before. The other male had been leader at one point, he believed, and unlike many others he'd brought gifts to, he could remember him rather vividly. The feline would keep a small distance from the other male, hunching his shoulders habitually as he spoke. "U-um...welcome back, Yuri-san," he offered tentatively. It wasn't exactly natural for him to slip in honorifics like that despite the extensive time he'd spent in Japan when he'd been a rogue, but he was trying to pick it up again. "W-would you like any f-food or water?"
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Poor treatment in Shadowclan? Why? Euphie didn't exactly instinctively trust others but he wanted to, and someone would have to put effort in if they expected the petite feline to dislike them, but this male seemed polite enough as it was. Well, he himself had been a member of Shadowclan for a long time, but the last time he'd visited they had seemed a bit more uptight, hence he hadn't remained there. That aside, he would awkwardly join the trio to observe Jester's new home. It clearly hadn't housed anyone for a while, but it looked just as cosy as the other houses. He himself had recently picked out his home, and as usual was in the process of decorating his walls with pretty stickers and accessories. "Do you n-need any help, m-mister?" he would echo the others, deep burgundy eyes fixing the unknown man with an inquisitive but simultaneously nervous look.
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Sit up straight? Oh no. He flinched, not used to being called out on such things and certainly feeling uncomfortable about it, However, the petite male would tense for a moment before forcing himself to do as he'd been told to, curling his his tail around himself and making an effort to relax his shoulders and stop hunching. He heard the male ask for his name, quickly following this up with a response to Euphie's prior question. "A-ah, I'm very s-sorry. And I'm Euphemia...Xerses," he introduced himself, his voice typically shaky but himself still very polite and sincere. "Understood," he tagged on after a moment in response to the former leader declining food and water.
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He had actually...never been drunk in his life. He didn't drink alcohol as a hard rule, so would politely turn it down when offered it. The closest he'd come to such a sensation would have been when he'd foolishly accepted some unknown pills his half-brother had offered him at one point and had become a little bit...out of it. That had been a time in his life when he'd been particularly downcast, however, and he no longer sought such ways to eradicate his sorrows. He was still more than a little anxious, and of course still suffered effects left over from all that had occurred back then, but he was nowhere near as miserable as he had been, if miserable at all.

However, he knew intoxication when he saw it. He couldn't claim to know the woman herself particularly well, albeit she'd been around when he'd joined, so from her actions alone he wouldn't be able to tell since maybe she was just quirky, but her speech patterns were a dead giveaway. His suspicions were confirmed as she more or less openly admitted to drinking more than was probably recommended. "A-ah," he mused to himself noncommittally, shifting his paws. Water, as the unknown female had suggested, would be a good idea. "W-would you l-like some water, m-miss?" he followed up in an apprehensive tone, looking up sheepishly as he addressed Chess.
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Euphie didn't know Cherrypaw personally and he had never interacted with him, so he didn't recognize the scarf nor was he able to match it to its wearer, but he was quick to pick up on the fact that there must have been a struggle here. He'd resided in the clans for a lengthy amount of time; he had unfortunately been a witness to such things several times over. He felt his throat tighten, but tried to keep himself from panicking. One might notice he was shaking slightly, but otherwise he was ostensibly not too freaked out by this. "A-ah, I th-think there's been a fight...m-maybe a kidnapping," he stuttered to anyone who cared to listen or was around to hear him.

&& gotcha, look forward to seeing you around here again!
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The male could be seen in his room, seated before one of the walls he was currently in the process of painting a very delicate shade of pink. Just like he had in Shadowclan, he felt the need to make himself more at home by decorating his room appropriately. Aside from that, he'd also stacked the shelves full of the books he had carried here, arranged his flower pots by the window, and arranged his clothing in the closet. He had settled in rather nicely, indicating his earnest intentions to stay here. This place seemed...well, it seemed really nice. And everyone here seemed really nice, and in much better spirits than he recalled the members of Shadowclan being in. If anything, the misery that had seemed so abundant in that clan had just drawn out his own depression. This....he would improve here, surely. He already felt much better about everything. He felt some enjoyment towards things he'd used to enjoy...speaking of which, he was hoping to explore the territory later - maybe he would ask someone to help him with that, for safety. For now, he would draw his paintbrush away from the wall for a moment to observe his progress with a slight smile.
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&& that title,,,how dare you™
mobile, this post is all over the place rip, sorry!!

The screaming had caught the young male's attention, of course - it was far away, and he wasn't even sure if the sound was coming from nearby, but he picked it up with keen ears. It took a moment for his body to move, since in his mind he could be running towards danger - but if the person calling out was in danger, what kind of a person was he if he didn't help him? Not that he...could help him...being a rather weak creature, he doubted he would be of any use at all if there really was something wrong. He would crumble, he would freeze up, he would melt and sink into the feeling of his skin being torn from muscle...and now he really had entered fretting territory, his mind working through the worst case scenarios, dissecting what he was hearing and pulling out only the most rotten pieces.

He compelled himself to move, though, his breath coming out short and strained and his steps apprehensive. Ah, he'd driven himself to a panicked mentality, but he moved towards the stranger. It was a tiger - not an individual he believed he'd ever seen before - in quite bad shape by the looks of it with scars everywhere. There didn't appear to be anyone in pursuit or anything. Blood, though? Was that blood? The petite male would force himself to heave a shaky but deep breath, attempting to collect his thoughts. "A-ah...onii-san...m-mister," he would venture, his voice trembling with every word. "D-do you n-need help? Are you l-lost?" he went on, echoing his clanmate's query. He might be dangerous, he might be dangerous... But, he did look more lost and unknowing than anything else...blank? Despondent?

Taking another deep breath to the count of seven, then another, Euphie would try to swallow back the anxious knot in his throat before continuing. The fact that the other was so much taller and far more intimidating than himself given the feline's delicate looks and small stature, wasn't helping. "Th-this is Colouredclan," he added quietly, gaze drifting from the tiger to the ground and then back again. Ah, why did he have to be like this? Why did he work himself up to such a nervous state? Why was he always fearful, faltering and uncomfortable?
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Euphie would move to join the other two in a rushed post, burgundy gaze seemingly unsure what to focus on as it flickered from one direction to another. Well, he could relate - he'd been in multiple clans for brief periods of time before coming here, unable to settle down - one of which had coincidentally been Scarclan. Colouredclan, though, despite its status as an anti-clan, didn't feel anywhere near as uptight or strict as some others, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't hopeful about it. Nighttales had already asked the appropriate question for the situation, so the small male would offer a slight smile and a quiet "h-hello," to the stranger, waiting for his response.
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&& 1408 is one of my favorite books, just thought i'd put that out there :^)

The Tribe of Burning Eclipse? Ah, that was nice. He had to agree with the visitor's sentiments; he hadn't even had the chance to explore the territory himself, but it was so colorful and diverse, and he certainly looked forward to getting the opportunity to look around. He wasn't confident enough to go exploring on his own, though, so he would have to muster the courage to ask someone to help him in that regard. Being his observant self, he noticed that the member of the tribe seemed a little on the downcast side, so he tried to put on a cheery and less anxious front himself to attempt to lift his spirits. "A-ah, th-thank you for the gifts! They l-look wonderful," he offered. The news was probably best left to a higher up, so he didn't pry there - it was probably to do with alliances. "C-can I get you water, or f-food...or anything, while you're h-here?" he tagged on politely.
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&& sorry i didn't give you much to work with here, i'm terrible when it comes to starting posts rip

The petite male could be seen outside of his own house, seated at the doorsteps with his skirt fanned around him. Ah, the view from the home he'd picked out was wonderful - one's gaze could easily pick up the lake, and the boats could occasionally be seen making their way to other territories. He'd noted this earlier on, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to or appreciating the scenery now. Instead, he was chewing at a piece of flavorless gum in a rather anxious manner, his gaze preoccupied decidedly with the ground. One might assume he was nervous, and he was, perpetually so, but he was also hungry, and refusing to eat as the result of his unfortunate dietary requirements was painful for him. He hadn't had a bite in a very long time - being what he was, a corpse could sustain him for maybe a month or so, but it had been longer than that, much longer. Ghouls were known for their uncontrollable, unmanageable desire to eat, and in this regard he was actually something of an outlier, a deviation - the repulsion he felt towards the prospect of eating his own kind usually won out over his hunger, and while the starvation was awful, he could control himself. He lived among several domestic felines, which would cause a lot of other ghouls to simply attack them all out of necessity. Only when extremely desperate would he kill someone else to survive. And never his clanmates, never his allies.

Ah, his ex-boyfriend had used to bring him food - he'd known that he couldn't eat anything else other than feline, or rather Euphie had confided in him. It had felt just as filthy to let someone else get their hands dirty for his sake. But he had...his boyfriend had always taken such close care of him. They'd helped each other, victims of a common misery. He missed that sense of being protected, that feeling of security, that proximity. Perhaps if he hadn't been so miserable at the time, things would have worked out better and they could have had a future. The thought made him melancholy, so he shook his head to try to dispel that, focusing his attention back on mimicking the chewing motion that he could only hope would satiate his hunger even a little. For now, it was the best distraction he had.
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It would seem that the rather effeminate male would be the first to arrive before the female. She was technically trespassing, but he wouldn't point that out nor did he find that to be an issue provided her intentions were not to cause harm. He was apprehensive about calling out to her - this was nothing personal, but he didn't like approaching strangers, especially since he was out on his own with no one else around yet to help him if things went awry. His attitude towards others was one of constant caution; he was polite, and caring with his words but his body language screamed nervousness and he never veered too close to individuals he didn't know. "Ex-excuse me?" he would call out. "A-ah, what's your name? And your b-business with Colouredclan?" He would manage a slight, anxious smile as he addressed her.

&& rushed and crappy, sorry!!
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Not lost, the stranger had said, the words carrying an insistent quality. The scarred individual seemed oddly laconic, and between his ever-anxious, somewhat panicked thoughts, Euphie felt just a touch of concern. He didn't want to push any further for just the moment, afraid that this man was a bowstring ready to snap if he asked one question too many - he hadn't even been keen to address the individual in the first place. His mind, it seemed, was constantly weighing up concern for his safety and concern for the safety of others, trying to decide which he ought to act for the sake of. He was inherently more on the soft, kind side but he was also more or less helpless in the face of conflict. He would rather run away from whatever it was that frightened him. Run away and spare himself a lot of pain.

Nighttales stepped in, however, and his attention snapped to the commander as he spoke to the tiger as though he had met him before. However, this wasn't returned, formulating some tension and confusion. The leader had placed himself in front of the petite male as though expecting an attack or the likes. Euphie would become aware of a panicky feeling rising again in his chest and tightening it, but tried to remain calm, concentrating on breathing like he'd been taught. He had no experience with the stranger, no tangible reason to distrust him or turn him away. This was just the same anxiety he always felt around people he wasn't familiar with, nothing new. He would be fine. The screaming had rattled him, and he'd let himself get worked up. "I...I-I don't th-think he means any h-harm," he opined uncertainly. He had no idea. He had no idea. But there was something in his body language, in the way he looked, the way he spoke that felt plausible. If it was acting, it was good acting, but that could just as easily be the case.

Garlic had already asked for the male's name; he was wondering the same thing; Rick Grimes, the man had replied. The name rang a bell, but he remained quite sure he'd never met him. His gaze shifted back to Rick, looking over his scars apprehensively and trying to figure out how old they were - whether any still needed healing. As far as he was concerned, Euphemia had never been any use as a warrior at all, former deputy of a powerful anti-clan or not, but he certainly knew his way around herbs. "Are th-those...d-do you need any m-medical attention?" he queried after a moment, flinching at his own decision to further ask questions. He was afraid of making this feel like an interrogation, when really he was just worried. The confidence he'd mustered to ask the question dwindled as he saw Rick reach for a weapon and he took a few steps back instinctively. To...give him space, to run away? Was he being defensive or offensive?

&& when you have some actual muse but you're on mobile so the post is rough af and makes no sense
& ninja'd, so edited a little
+ took me a moment to figure out who you were talking to,,,i'm not sherrie, but i'm a close friend of theirs so i understand the mistake cx
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All old. He wondered where all the scars came from, but he wasn't going to ask. It would be both rude and out of line, and he didn't want to pry too much into Rick's business anyway. He would hate it if someone did the same to him. He just nodded uncomfortably, averting his gaze so it didn't become scrutinizing. He was the leader of the Exiles, before Circ, and before Dystopia, he heard Nighttales elaborate, and he slanted his eyes towards the leader, his gaze widening ever so slightly. Ah...it was no wonder the name had sounded somewhat familiar to him, then. He supposed if it was true then this man must have been leader of the Exiles at around the same time he'd been residing in Shadowclan. His view on the Exiles was...well, as a group, he was fearful of them. They were responsible for the loss of an eye on a former body, and he'd never managed to look past the abuse he'd gone through at the hands of Deathstroke. He was friends with some members of the group, though, so there was more than one reason he was frightened at the prospect of having to go up against them in battle. Again, though, whatever Nighttales knew about Rick, the latter claimed to be false. He was inclined to leave such things to his leader, and he'd decided to have the joiner reduced to a prisoner. Exilers were dangerous, he knew that, but in his eyes Rick was merely acting out of self defense. He seemed to be expecting them to attack him. Although...maybe Euphie was just too soft in the matter since the tiger reminded him ever so slightly of Sans. Ah, of course. Either way, he himself had barely any notion of what the stranger was like or what he'd done, whereas Nighttales seemed to know a lot that he didn't.

He took an extra few steps back as the machete was unsheathed in reaction to the announcement that the man was to remain a prisoner, flinching as if expecting to find himself cut down. He would jump again at the lightning, trying to swallow back a lump in his throat. The weapon, the thunderstorm...it was more then enough to set him even more on edge. "L-lightning," he elaborated hesitantly to Garlic. It had cleared up all too quickly, though. Weather didn't usually behave like that. He turned to face Rick again, albeit not making eye contact and keeping his gaze awkwardly low. Was there something wrong with his memory? That was all he could presume - somewhere in his befuddled mind, it clicked that since it sounded as though he was quite well known as an Exiles leader, it wouldn't work for him to put on an act anyway - everyone else already knew who he was. I will not be your prisoner, he'd said strongly, once again stirring the petite feline's attention. It didn't seem likely that Nighttales would change his mind though, least of all now that he'd drawn his weapon. He wouldn't argue with his leader's decision - for all he knew, it was the right one - so kept quiet for a moment, instead opting to completely change tacks. He would pause before tagging on an almost strangely placed introduction. Hoping to...set the man a little more at ease? Make him feel a little more welcome and better about all this, even if he did end up a prisoner despite negotiations? Ah, he didn't like that the weapon was drawn, either. He doubted that it would help, but it felt right for him. "I-I'm Euphemia...Xerses. It's n-nice to meet you," he offered, his discomfort audible, holding his paws up in a submissive gesture to show he didn't have weapons and wasn't going to attack.

&& ah, that's okay ofc!! just wanted to make sure you didn't think i was them lmao cx it's not the first time someone accidentally called me sherrie rip
+ w h a t is this 3am nonsense
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It had been a notably long time since the petite male had tried exercising his powers - or more specifically, his telekinesis. He remembered how surprised - startled, might be a better word - he'd been when he'd unknowingly first used it back in Shadowclan, to make a paintbrush fly into his hand. Like a naive child, he'd been genuinely fearful that the brush had been possessed of all things. He could also recall how delighted he'd been to learn that it really was a power, and it had been special at the time. After all, back then the only other power he'd had had been...well, the fact that he was a ghoul, and his abnormal dietary habits were something he hadn't thought of, and would never think of, as a good thing. He was a little rusty when it came to his telekinesis, but he was past the stage where the ability in question was out of his control, and what he'd learned about it seemed to be coming back to him quickly.

The male could be seen within one of the biomes; a strangely colored forest unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It was a bit on the colder side within that portion of the territory, but it seemed quiet without being so uninhabited that he would find himself alone if there was any danger. He'd noted a few NPC's within the area, too. Presently, he was seated on a branch from one of the tall, dark trees, using his telekinesis to suspend it and therefore himself in midair. After a few moments, he would start to use the same power to slowly, gently make the branch spin around, watching the ground rotating in a disorientating manner below him as he did so. He looked as though he were concentrating on keeping the platform in the air, but he was equally charmed by his own power.
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