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  • stranger things [ private ]

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    There were lots of routines in language and those they had started to notice, however this female began her words without one they knew the best - hello. These words which she spoke were unrecognizable, but as an emotional being the sphinx could sense some sort of emotion behind them. The purr that vibrated behind her speech only showed a warm, mellow sentiment and in order to return the display of softness the cloaked nomad would purr in speechless response. If they could have understood her sentence, they certainly would have agreed within the wink of an eye for the skies truly were majestic, especially at this exact time.



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  • PAWS IN THE SAND // p; scarfedsilhouette \\ WIND IN MY EAR

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    They could sense the excitement riling up within this conversation and just the fact that the emotion was avidly displayed only resulted in more confidence with the sphinx's part. Alright! So the excitement must've meant they were doing good, and if they weren't whatever word would be said after would be the corrected version that had to be repeated. The puzzle pieces of this language, or at least the learning process was starting to come together. So, touching something meant feel and the ground was sand? Or was it the specific piece of earth that was golden and grainy? Ah, for now it'll do, specifications could be saved for later.

    Now they had to figure out how to get that tricky d sound out. They initially began letting out an elongated 's' sound, their tongue lightly parted from the pallet of their mouth, and when that space was closed the sound morphed into that of 'n'

    Why couldn't they get it? Letting out a low, frustrated grumble, a final attempt was made when they pressed their tongue against the front of their teeth and forced out a quick and chipper sound, which they assumed was probably d, however, it came out as a 't' sound.

    "San...t." There was a pause between the n and the t of the word as they restarted the process of getting to that 't' sound, but just by speaking it they knew something sounded a little off. They repeated the t sound, slowly letting their tongue move back onto the familiar sound of d came out and the very instant they found the proper tongue placement they were rapid in correcting their initial mispronunciation.

    "Sand. Sand." Okay. They had it now, sand. Simple enough. As they heard 'feel' being repeated their eyes rested upon where Ska'arq was writing. Unfortunately, writing was also something the desert nomad was oblivious to. The closest thing to an alphabet were a unique kind of hieroglyphs, so just by seeing the motion of a claw going through sand, it was evident Ska'arq was feeling it, the fact that he was writing went over their head. "Feel sand."" And with that statement they patted their paw over the word the dragonoid had spelled out, smudging over the word



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  • doodle doo - open, cleaning

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    Being a desert sweller for so many decades, the sphinx did not know what was coming. Back in the vast plains of sand and dunes there were hardly any rain and very little moisture, by extension mold was something they never had to deal with, instead they had to be burdened with the struggles of heat exhaustion and dehydration. To them, there were only two seasons - wet and dry. Wet season was hardly ever wet at all, just a little more chilly, so when they saw Zeke gathering some cleansing tools they were curious. What was he about to do? Why? Was it some sort of clan tradition?

    Cleaning wasn't something they did in their old home, the desert was filled with sand and one was required to live with it undoubtedly. Trotted over, wide quartz eyes staring at the various supplies by Ezekiel's paws, the intelligible felinoid would take a seat and simply observe, a silent audience.



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  • A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY // o, attacked

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    More people came to the scene and still the sphinx was still panicked, especially considering the fact they simply could not understand what was brig exchanged between these many people. They kept their scarf pressed against Ska'arq's wounds with firm pressure until Jacob made his was through to assess the situation. They'd gently pull their blood soaked scarf away then to allow space for the boy to start tending to the injury and as they watched they could tell things were hardly getting better with herbs and plants alone. There was only so much mother earth could offer to tend to such an affliction.

    Their scarf however seemed to have been a useful tool. Much more firm and observant than cobwebs and in the heat of what was happening the sphinx pulled themselves back and swung paws over their head, claws sinking into the fabric before they yanked off the hood that covered their features, and off came their mask along with it. The facial cover fell into the ground below and when the outside air touched bare flesh, the sphinx couldn't help but shudder at the sensation of their body undressed. Wrinkled, white skin was unattueally left exoposed and whilst avoiding distractions from settling in their brain, the unnamed feline would hand their hood over to Jacob, the entire legth of their scarf attached to the piece of fabric. In order to tell the medic what they wanted it to be used for they'd quickly grasp a clean segment of their scarf and drop it over Ska'arq, as if advising the youg medic to use it as bandage



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  • THIS MAILBOX |open + prompt| IS MINE

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    Like always, they didn't understand anything from their clanmates, but they were clever enough to sense the emotion and meaning behind the gibberish being spilled out. Both men sounded quite shocked and rather confused, which in turn left the sphinx unsure because to them, they were having quite some fun, what was odd about that? After staring at the two approachers for a short while their attention was then redirected towards the mound of sand beneath their body, pressing their paws down yet again and allowing the grainy substance to take in their slowly sinking limbs.



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  • SUBJECTS OF YMIR — MEETING

    A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    They had started to learn language, only about a few words now, but that was no where near mastering the tongue so everything the woman spoke was gibberish. The only reason why the nomad was present was because everyone else seemed to have gathered, and in order to morph into the crowd, they approached the scene as well.



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