Posts by OBELISK

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playlist for north:
always - p!atd
crossfire - stephen
gravity - coldplay
heartbeats - josé gonzález
iscariot - walk the moon
no light, no light - f&tm

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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath

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it's the inconspicuous blade hidden up a sleeve, unseen until it is lodged into a belly or slashed along a cheek. it is not explosive, it is not red hot; it is cold steel, unforgiving and biting. it separates and plunges, leaves deeper scarring than burns would. when he is angry, he is precise and he is without qualms; gone is the gentle, unassuming man.

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HIS luck hasn't delivered recently. Lady Luck hasn't been kind to him for once, and she must be getting back at him for something by throwing him in the middle of a tree-infested forest. In the future, with practice navigating with one eye, he could do this better but right now, at this moment of time, Lee has walked into four trees and he's narrowly dodged the rest. Flat lands would be easier to work with if he could find any; all he's run into, literally, are trees. Very, very tall trees. He's also lost by now, so turning around might not bring him out of the forest. Going forward is the only option Lee has, but it wouldn't be, if he hadn't gotten curious. Intrigue hasn't killed him so far but the day's not over yet.
He flinches when he brushes against a tree on his left side and huffs his frustration after. The tabby has a severe blind spot and a weak point, and it's driving him nuts when every time he misses something on his left it scares the shit out of him seconds later. It's not even his fault that he's half blind.
"This is what happens when a group of thieves fucks around with each other. Good thing I'm not doing that anymore. Mostly. Not with other people."
Lee bites his lip, and crinkles his nose at the sudden strong scent. He takes a step back from it and then a step forward, like he can't decide, then he tilts his head up enough that the bottom pieces of treehouses are seen. Treehouses.
"What. The hell. That is the best thing I've ever seen." Someone probably lives in those things, and Lee wants to take a closer look. He'll just barely cross that scent line. That's what he tells himself, but he walks farther in than he intended, because a closer look means getting closer.
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- Ashley | Responds to Ash or Lee
- DMAB, male pronouns
- 16 months
- Member of HawkClan
- Former(?) thief
- Bisexual, attached easily but doesn't address it

PHYSICAL:
- Brown tabby with white splash across nose and white paws
- One dark blue eye, the other opaque because of blindness
- Walks with a slight limp in rear left leg
- INJURIES
- Healing claw wounds around left eye

INTERACTION:
- Attack in [color=#FFDB58]bold #FFDB58
- May powerplay friendly and non-hostile actions

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ASHLEY'S always been in a tug-of-war between luck and skill in his career. Most of the time it's pure luck that gets him through, and it's luck that the people he used to work with weren't hard to get along with. He...got along with one of them too well, but thinking of Carolina stings, so that good luck has turned acrid now like many good things that don't stay that way. Luck only goes so far and life's secretary, or whoever, picks up the slack but not how anyone wants it to. Appointments with near-death aren't as bad as the meetings with friends who've been drifting apart because it's always felt like he's the only one trying to keeping everything together after life's had its way with picking at each of them. He couldn't do that anymore, so he left, and he tries to tell himself he doesn't care what happens to them even though they still haven't been banished from his head.
"You idiot, focus on the treehouses. There're plenty of leaves to turn over without having to pick sides of a stupid argument."
The pep talk doesn't help him succeed, and it's actually the sound of someone heading towards him that the tabby does pay attention to especially since they're coming from his left. Lee whirls around to see a big ass lion with an equally big glare and he almost makes a break for it, but as angry as the stranger looks he's not attacking.
"What?" "The scent thing?" "Oh, that. Those. I didn't miss them I just. Willfully not noticed them." He really looks at the lion now, and all the bandages and the smell make him slightly nervous. He's never liked seeing people hurt unless they're someone he knows deserves it. "Is it okay if I look at your houses?"
[align=center][spoiler=INFO - 1/12][justify][color=#d3ccbd][font=Baskerville]GENERAL:
- Ashley | Responds to Ash or Lee
- DMAB, male pronouns
- 16 months
- Member of HawkClan
- Former(?) thief
- Bisexual, attached easily but doesn't address it

PHYSICAL:
- Brown tabby with white splash across nose and white paws
- One dark blue eye, the other opaque because of blindness
- Walks with a slight limp in rear left leg
- INJURIES
- Healing claw wounds around left eye

INTERACTION:
- Attack in [color=#FFDB58]bold #FFDB58
- May powerplay friendly and non-hostile actions