Posts by C. TOR

The feline's keen sense of smell was something she had never been proud of, mostly due to most things that could be considered feint to her clanmates were overwhelming to her. The same went for hearing, and sensation of touch. That being said, since calla couldn't see the roundness, she resorted to hearing; her pawsteps were slowly growling heavier and slower, and the stench of vomit was all too telling. Gods she was told of it a day ago and why hadn't she come to the realization herself?

The feline was the next to crowd around their captain, though the half snarl on their expression was purely for the effect of blocking some of the smell. Calla offered her water back towards the captain as a way to rinse her mouth. Unfortunately she didn't have any mint on her to help with the taste, hopefully water would do. She remained silent, her silence suffocating- she didn't... she didn't know what she could do beside help sel through this. She never raised kids before- she was the least qualified to do so- she wasn't even a parent. No memories to reflect on beside Obscuro's own tragic story with kids.

Instead, she kept silent, Sel probably didn't need her butting in- this was her own thing to say- if xylia wanted to know it was up to sel to tell her. Did ryan even know? Did he know he did this to her? Put her in this position? Gods she would rip is * off it it helped. Too little too late.

Calla remembered the way she came into her room, the feeling of dread that left her throat raw, the shock when sel confessed- when she admitted to what she had ryan had done. The helplessness in her voice, the way she talked. It was a stupid move on sel's part, because she never could blame sel for what happened- she would always blame the male, the stupid male who had done this to her. The one who was walking closer, curiosity tinting his aura and it made calla stiffen. She resisted the urge to attack him outright. A snarl twisting onto the feline's expression at his approach. She wanted him to leave, she wanted him to leave now.

sel was blameless, and ryan was the one at fault here. A whisper told her, it chanted, in her head. It told her to protect sel from letting it happen again. She visibly shook and something dark flashed onto her expression, pulling down the blindfold over one eye- she opened a magenta eye and glared at the male with obvious malice. She didn't speak, instead attempting to keep sel oblivious- sel didn't need to see this part of her- not again, "Leave." She stated, voice strong, flat and every bit of a threat she could muster without actually moving.

//calla's pissed rip, ic opinions ^^

"Not every one of us have an ability to sense auras. It took me a good month to figure them out myself." Calla responded to the demigod, her voice lacking it's usual soothing tone, remaining factual and to a point. "You can use your ability to sense auras in the second part, but the first part does not require auras. You're be tracking a scent- running the path as fast as you can without running into a tree or tripping." Calla forgot to note that there was roots in the way designed to trip them, right? She wanted to keep that as part of the surprise. Also the fact that she may have saw a skunk wondering the area. Well, all the more for Calla's amusement.

Calla was like a dog in the sence that if you held her back- she would only lash out and go for whatever she wanted. She was trained by a dog- a very vicious one at that, and sel telling her to stop- to calm down and let the other know made her want to snarl. Her claws digged into the wood underneath her claws and she flashed her teeth at the other, as if she were a dog- snarling would do her no good, but it was the best she could do- Sel told her to wait and she would- for now.

As if the feline knew, her expression shifted back into a blank state, and she moved to nudge sel with her shoulder lightly, just allowing the other a chance to lean on her- to know that she was there. A simple 'fine' would have been acceptable, but calla didn't trust her voice at that moment, instead she chose the route of silence. A weapon she chose wisely,, one of the ones she was most practiced with wielding.

the tale-tell signs of xyila's scampering paws caused her ear to twitch, and she tried to figure out the tinge of emotion in the air left behind. Something she didn't need to get involved with- but something she felt like she needed to. Was Calla's actions the cause of the kit running? Was she really that frightening? Or was it something sel had done? Children should have these things explained- she should know that what made sel sick wasn't something that could be helped- and would remain of sel decided to keep the kids.

"Xylia, you might want to stay and hear this too." Calla's voice was blank and she restrained to keep it that way.

Calla had heard a good chunk of the conversation when she showed herself- she hadn't been spying, just walking towards the group and her senses were good. She could hear a good distance away. With the small moment to listen and think of what she wanted to say she had time to prepare. Bloodclan wasn't a clan she wanted to see so early on. For specific reasons that she couldn't hold against them anymore.

When she stopped, she did so beside sel, always the protective one, even if their captain never needed it she was always... weary. Of anyone- of people in general. "How much can you carry back safely? Would you like an escort to help carry some?" She was probably offering herself for the job, they said there were monsters roaming their home- and if someone was carrying a good chunk of food- enough to limit their ability to defend... it only made sense that someone come with to help protect them.

Watching someone crawl from the depths of the ocean wasn't common, but with the way it was handled one would think it was. Calla shook her head lightly at the thought, trotting up beside sel and stopping short of the captain. A curious look crossed her features, however muffled by the blind across her eyes. "Deepsea." Calla repeated the name lightly, schooling the other with a small nod as well as tasting the name and how ot rolled off her own tongue. Her voice was meticulous, careful-guarded. As it always would be.

After a moment of deciding something- calla dipped her head to an almost bow, letting it rest there as she chocked it slightly. She didn't need to see the other, yet there was some necessity to have her eyes in view of the other's gaze. "Would you like a tour of the place?"

Calla really should have reacted to this statement, but... she had an inkling of an idea that this would have happened. She wasn't a natural cinic, or at least she never intended to be. Animals had instincts to only look out for their own selves, their own beings, adding a conscious to a thing with instincts would only give reasons for wh. Selfish creatures with or without thought.

However, the thought of being unloyal could be taken more than one way. Callaa tried not to overthink it, tried not to panic at the thought. Did she do something? Did she make a deal? She shook her head softly, voice soft. "What.. what do you mean un-loyal?"

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⇺ Female | Gay | Pan-romantic

⇺ 17 moons | Ages real time

⇺ Protective & silent | Hippy ex-machina

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"Caring yet aloof, the relatively young warrior dose not seem much of a threat, the slightly awkward gait. Crimson fur diluted to a murky brown reveal the only interest one might catch- the strange markings made with a darker-fresher red. She's not intimidating in the way she holds herself, and it's a wonder she's made it so far among the people she holds herself with.

Calla is inclined to help others in the way other's are not expecting. an off-handed kindness that puts people at ease and invites friendship. The honesty in which she holds her own heart on her sleeve. She's inclined to listen and remember others in a way that is slightly unnerving, but welcome.

But there is something sinister lurking under her skin, something unhinged in her silence, and deadly in her patience. Not all could be as it seems- for her to have gotten so far. You know there is more than the carefree druid than kindness. There is a hidden cruelty under the blindfold, that unraveled every difference anyone tries to make.

Bloodied paws move through shallow water, streaks of red drifting from her form. It is dawn, and she tells this by the slight flush of heat on the water's surface as she moves. Not yet warming her fur but enough to feel it in the air. Her eyes are closed behind the blind they hide, claws digging into stone while crawling for purchase- careful and sure. Swimming has not been her strong suit- for obvious reason, but it was one thing she learned from her. One thing she knows Instinctively beside the inessential obsessive whispering inside the shell of her ear. I taught you better.

But the water isn't going to get any deeper than her flank, and as the stench of the border presses onto her she stills. Knowing that the past stream has stirred the blood on her paws, she can smell the watered down climatic tang- taste it in the back of her throat and thinks- this is not a good first impression. Still she stills and waits, with a practiced calm the druid is careful- sweeping her tail before she sits to clear away any twig or detect a jagged edge. She is patient like a hunter waiting for someone to snare a trap, and it doesn't show in the absent smile that stretches across her browned muzzle.

Riverside was always an option, amidst the tempest of her life- something calm amidst the events was never present- and left to fend for herself Calla is ashamed to say she lost herself again. She defaulted to her teachings and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It leaves something in her shadow that feels like another bloodied trail. She is not violent- rather she tries not to be. It has never been in her intention to do so but it has always been her nature- conditioned like a rat until it were her default-- Outwardly, she twitches.

Remorse, Devastation, Loveless.

Calla was a broken glass, are sharp edges- broken, but glittering. Her past was a smoldering home and an open cage. She had never thought to return to where she had traveled- but it was the thought of origin that sent her thoughts spiraling- can't return. She can't see me here- she can't see--

Calla had joined earlier that morning as well, Newcommers were untrustworthy, and her first impression had been blood. TO which- most were right to be weary of her, and the normal on guard response made her feel put-off, coldness wasn't uncommon to her as much as it was reminiscent of her.

Meet and greet however, screams newcommer. The small domestic wasn't interested in meeting anyone really, but interaction was the only way to cast aside the weariness she was given at the border. The blind feline stepped closer towards the group, twisting out of the way of thoese who introduced themselves. Weary of onlookers who simply haven't spoken yet before she came to sit close to the group. Head turned -- directly at Martin.

"Calla Tor."

beneath the black cover, pale hued eyes flicker open at the soft footsteps of the inu. Not necessarily seen but the filter of light - enough to bring them close again. She breathes evenly through her mouth, a breath of patience for the other to bring the courage to speak. Calla smiles in the Inu's direction and makes move to speak when the earth seems to rumble with movement. The scent from Riverside's first member only grows- and she takes to the idea of a dragon standing behind someone very small, and suddenly there is a little more honesty in her smile.

"Calla Tor." Head cocked to the side, she presses a closed lip smile across her features, broadening from the distant one before, and lit with sincerity. Her voice wasn't the honeyed tones that it used to be, but no less melodic, just... rough, with dis-use with screaming, with crying. "It's been a while since I've joined a clan, Hopefully, the auto-accept policies still ring somewhat true still." There is an ease in her tone, as if trying to distract other's from the nauseating coppery smell. She wasn't hurt, not anymore at the very least.

Calla was well aware of the clan's allies, and it was one of the reasons why she chose to come here. Riverclan, while not the most active and bountiful of clans- it still was one of the few pro-clans that stuck true to their name. Hawkclan, beside the small blip of anti-mannerism, seemed to pair of nicely with her own clan, if history was to be believed.

The hub was now a bustle of activity, The scent of redwood pine alerting her of Hawkclan as she slipped in, a gentle smile drifting on her features as she caught onto the conversation. "Pink? I think purple would suite them much better." The small domestic makes a small huff of mock astonishment as she slipped into the conversation. and no, being blind didn't have any part in this, Purple was still the best color still.

Calla was aware of her own disability at the moment the conversation drifted into her focus. Toy making wasn't much of a hobby to her, but she had some experiences making stuffed toys prior to this. Used to make them for the smaller clanmates of her first home. Instantly she was curious to see what she could make for others here, if she ever figured out what little home she wanted - if she decided to settle down, it would mean more than just claiming this place as a home. It would be another place she would allow herself to be unguarded against- she wasn't sure she could handle that commitment yet.

"A Toy maker? Out of wood, correct?" The domestic feline would pose the question as she slipped into the conversation, talking from beside the door, her head angled at the person who last talked- Luciferus. "I Can't say I am any good at widdleing, but sewing and stuffing is... a pastime of mine."