Posts by C. TOR

Cracked earth.

The sound of distant cracking could be heard, the feline released- her ears turning slightly eastward as she faced the west. Red, red sands burned her paws but it was a dull pain. Something familiar and easy to ignore. Though it made her look lout like a sore thumb, with little of her ancestries rusty fur she was rather pale a hue of cream and copper combined. Like a white dot on a black background it made her nervous made her aware and she didn't like it- she didn't like it one bit. Being out in the open- it was new and sudden she wanted to go back- she wanted---

She forced her mind blank.

And suddenly, the tension leaked from her, slowly the bundle of tension that had once reached her form fell fluidly. She stood poised now, tail high and weaving as she stood on all fours, simply waiting. Resting.

home. It was a word she knew in at least three different languages, the definition, the synonyms and the antonyms of it. Yet looking past the dunes where a small shape of what she assumed camp was... She didn't see home. Home was a box to her- a small box a place of darkness- fear- screaming--

She opened her mouth up, shutting it again, was anybody around? She would hate to repeat herself but.. maybe she needed to stop thinking- the quickest way to do that was to simply talk and talk she did.

"My name is Apate, Apate Emberset. Daughter of Cataclysm Emberset and Amour Darling." She breathed in deep, and exhaled slow, that was her name- the name given to her since birth. This wasn't a meer joining but a return a return home-"And I am here to rejoin my family in bloodclan."

Within camp the bustle of energy and sight of passer goes was... unnerving at best. Apate found herself stumbling stuttering the first few minutes she was here. People looked at her asking name business- thinking she was a rouge! There was a flush of slight frustration with carrying the loner smell, bloodclan's natural scent had yet to rub on her and even then the sight of a new face still drew more questions that she would like to answer to.

Thankfully, it didn't take her that long to settle, forcing her body to relax and taking the string of chatter- the soothing lull of other's voice soothing. Therapeutic to listen to at best. She already learned a few names from drifting conversation. Their leader- Jakedaw. A few other snippets about ranks . She was rather appreciative of her fine tuned ability to listen to other's through overlapping sounds. the talent wasn't one she remembered learning so she assumed it was an unconscious thing.

But suddenly the conversation stopped and she turned to see the two she was listening into (he back was turned to them before) looked at her with a questioning, curious glance. She gave a small smile to them in turn and promptly turned and left. Closer to where the meetings were held and called out "Meet and greet!"

Apate smiled as she heard the voice behind her, the tone was similar in the way that most men or rather- males spoke of. She didn't turn fully but dropped her shoulders, turning her head slightly to see the black kitsune that held a different arrays of colors. Blue and red polar opposites. She wondered if that was a sort of symbolism, red and blue. Two very different colors with deep meanings behind each. Hmm

Sky blue eyes turned as another's voice came to reach her ears, and she was thankful that she didn't turn fully around. She didn't want to turn her back to someone who was approaching her, she was greeted by a great ball of floof. Bright whites and dark blacks with a name, sawyer- darling? That was her mother's maiden name, right? She visibly perked at the name and she looked to address the other, bringing her voice slightly lower in volume. "Darling you say? Tell me, who is your mother?" She wouldn't give away her own lineage if this turned out to be someone of a distant branch, she wasn't a darling- she didn't carry that name because she chose not to. Instead she held her fathers. She pushed away thoughts that surfaced with that train of thought. She was a darling even if she didn't carry the name.

And then there was a shadow cast against her before a crash, She rose her head, trying to see through the dust that squirrel's landing kicked up. She was met by scales of an almost baby blue-silverish hue. And she couldn't help the grin that spread. A dragon! Dragon's were strong even if this one was rather clumsy she noted. She dipper her head in greeting to the other, giving a gentle smile ad the exasperated expression he seemed to hold when looking at the kitsune.

Thankfully, Apate hadn't grown with the fear of spiders, as a rather large one chose then to stalk near, He didn't speak but to offer his name and she smiled. Polite, short and straight to the point. It wasn't a matter of emotional intelligence but rather observance that the other might've been a professional, high ranking assassin or... medic maybe? He gave off the vibe at the very least and she let out a hum.

"Well, what a welcoming party. I'm glad to meat all of you, well most of you." She flashed a smile, the kitsune might have circled to get a view of her expression by then and if they did she would nod to the other. She didn't know his name and she considered the exchanging of names a meeting. Otherwise- he was simply trying to make small talk. Small talk wasn't something Apate enjoyed before an induction. "My name's Apate, as I'm sure you can all tell I'm a little new..." There was a flicker of... worry? Concern? It was too quick to tell and she hrmed, trying to get something out of her throat before speaking again. "I'm actually looking for some of my family. You see My.. Cataclysm. I heard... I heard he was here."

Family something to cling to something to live for. She had never considered herself loyal before, that was obvious gods it's been three years since she had seen him. She wondered if the darling even told of his children. Her childhood was... blurry at best- but it wasn't yours now was it? -She missed having a place, a family to call her own.

These peopled, so very strange they were part of her family now too.

"From a stranger's perspective, he doesn't seem too friendly." Pate's ears had twisted once to this conversation and she ahd been glued to it. Boy troubles? SHe hadn't had thoes in a long time. The last one... oh boy she should probably not get into that mental set right now. Thinking back to ex lovers and and--

She promptly, closed that thought.

Instead she approached, walking towards the group with a gentle smile that screamed honest. Sky blue eyes looking towards each person. Some she knew- Jace- she had only heard of so far and she didn't know that this tiger was jace. Maybe introductions would be given, but at a later time. He seemed troubled.

Apate stumbled into the scene at that moment, blood splattered on both her clanmate's pelts and nearly giving her a heart attack. Don't get her wrong, she was far from being someone who would shy away from blood but it was the thought of injury that frightened her. Scars more like... She didn't have much of a vein personality but she was self conscious enough about her own scars to change the way her fur moved to help cover them. Around her neck and cuffs of each wrist the fur seemed longer, ruffled as if her hackles of rising ever permanently. She knew very well what they all looked like, so think and clean cut... They were not from self harm- she knew that but other's didn't and she didn't need pity for such things.

As she neared however, worry creasing her brow and her walk more like a trot that was just an inch short of a run- she saw the sight of the blood nile and blinked. What... she hadn't really been to this side of the territory and this was the first time... well first time in the physical world that she had ever seen something like this before. She slowed looking between the two silently before walking closer to the nile and swiping her paw it it, like testing the water. She lifted it up to her maw and licked it, smelled it. Blood... it was real.

"Fuckin' hell..." She was silent and withdrawn in this moment, before she suddenly remembered that there were two people there and she looked up, lifting her head and turning to match the other two with clear blue eyes. "Oh um..." She gave a sheepish grin to squirrel, looking towards the newer face she didn't know and nodded towards them. "Apate-" She bit back something, her teeth clenched close together and she tasted copper in her mouth form her own tongue being bit so hard. No... no she wasn't that anymore...

Not anymore.

It seemed only fair that a diplomat would find the allied clan-member. A scent familiar in flavor- one she had come to assume from demitry. The Black Kitsune did say he wasn't from this place... She quickly made the connection and a smile lifted on her lips seconds after. She sat down before him giving a little nod towards the other. "Your one of demitri's clan... ColouredClan, was it?" She hummed good naturedly. Icy blue eyes looking towards the other as she made simply idle talk for a moment, but the other had business, She didn't wait for the other to respond as her silver tipped tongue spoke again.

"How can I help you?" Name's weren't needed, as she assumed the other was to give either some bad news or rally help for a raid. Names were necessary for social gatherings, where gossip was found and one's own name could be on the edge of another's tongue. The Emberset was brought into with an air of aloofness, a impersonal amount of care and indifference that she assumed other's found refreshing.

Apate was next to arrive, her interest brought upon the shrill yapping of what could only be described as boyish puppying. At least that was what she had grown used to calling it. Before comming here she had heard something similar, except it was more shill and the younglings were not happy at all, instead fear crept into their voice and the scent prugent on her nose-

The sand shifted under her pads, and delicate as they used to be, she was adjusting quite nicely. She could stand out in the sand for longer periods of time and looking between the three, or rather- four of them she gave a slight grin at the child. If he managed to look her way she would pass a silly grin before settling herself amongst the group. She could still not sit without burning her rump so standing it would be.

"Do you think you can handle a child?" Apate asked, hearing the hesitant voice of the other had her slightly concerned with her.. skills. She couldn't really blame the dog, taking care of young was a tedious and troublesome thing to do. She knew how hard it was, not because she was a mother but she had once found a child on her way towards bloodclan. A two-headed snake with green eyes. It was an odd child, that disappeared once they reached a city that seemed deserted.

Apate felt a wave of nausiousness as she settled, the sword had a name, while that in itself wasn't really nauseating, it reminded her. She hoped it didn't show on her expression as she settled herself, sitting down and curling her short tail around herself as she looked over the sword. It was the first time she noticed it on him. It was interesting, and she wondered what else she could learn from this kitsune.

"WHy are you here in bloodclan, if you are from coloredclan?" She assumed that it was political business, and if she was right she wanted to know why. This was her clan now and going headfirst into the politics and it's standings with others was a good way to learn more about her own clan and it's allies. From what she knew, coloredclan was similar to bloodclan beside a few key alliances. Anticlan, somewhat friendly but very clique.

Apate is relatively new to the clan and holds a secret... One she isn't willing to share with anyone yet. Her personality has been set but I could use some help settleing into her persona a bit. A bit of information about her? Look in the tags!

Open to;;
;;Private interaction threads
;;Open depade sessions (Debating topics with other people. She loves this)
;;Open threads w/ plot
;;Sparring / playfighting
;;Arguments
;;Crushes
;;Relationships

Closed to;;
;; Death
;; One night stands

Apate was the next one to stalk forward, just missing the leader's sudden departure and instead grasping onto the loose shrill tone's of her clanmates. Slaver, squirrels and... dragon? The connection was instantaneous but the flicker of brief confusion could be detected still lingering on her expression as she came to watch the group morn. Squirrel, the dragon she had bet before, he was gone. Apparently redeeming himself from his owner.

Well, good for him.

Bitterness wasn't something she would consider herself as, nothing as low as petty, when she let her feelings show (Rare times that they were honest) They were not of such an array of, disgust. it was a mirroring confusion a slight tang of- yes betterness in her throat. Not because she labored ill intent towards the fellow, but because she barely knew him and he was a mind once again lost into the sea of people. If she was being more honest with herself, the bitterness was much more controllable than the creeping chill of sadness that clawed through her chest at that moment.

Apate was very well versed in hiding what she knew, not because she ever learned but because it was evolutionary. It kept her kind alive. Kept her from breaking while in that box she was once trapped into. Dark stale grey eyes looked across the dessert from where she rested and she spotted a ebony flicker, the embodiment of shadows moving across camp and a feeling of wrongness that she could only describe as demonic.

She had made a clever guess as to what had happened, even as she brushed the sand from herself and rising up. Coming to a trot as she neared the other. He legs longer- stride taller. Grey eyes flickered to red and she let out a hum, following to his side as he walked. She made a move to make conversation while walking- to camp she presumed. "And who, might you be?" The feline said evenly, turning to look at their direction not long after. If she needed to- she could kill him. If he was a threat she would easily end the other much to quick;y for her tastes. But she had a feeling that the other knew this place, was from this place even if he didn't smell of it.

She always trusted her instincts, it was the only reasons he was here, after all.