Posts by SKYLINES!!

★ ★ ★ track!!

★ ★ ★ mist. all he saw was mist. he whipped his head from side to side, backpedaled in circles, wiped his eyes with the back of his paw-- once, then twice, then three times-- but he couldn't see anything but mist-- silver mist, the color of the moon at midnight, or a bullet. his head throbbed, and his paws felt heavy; perhaps he had been shot, and that was why he was seeing bullets. and now there were real bullets in the air around him, whistling as they grazed his back, his ears, his cheeks. he shrunk into a crouch, pressing his eyes closed and his forehead flat against the damp ground. but there wasn't any ground there, after a moment. he was standing on nothing; he was falling. a tunnel had appeared below his feet, and it was made out of mist too. he fell into it because there was nothing he could do to stop himself, nothing to grab and no one to cry out for. except, then there was someone, and he could see them through the mist. there was a tomcat hovering at the top of the tunnel, looking down at him with eyes that still made his chest tighten. he breathed out, slow and deep. "destrian..." the tomcat parted his jaws as if he were going to speak, but he never got to hear what he said. everything went black-- his vision and his hearing.

he came to gasping. reality dropped onto him all at once; eyes flying open, mouth widening to suck in a barrage of air, nose twitching as it was overwhelmed with scent after scent after scent. he had been gone, asleep, Away, and now he wasn't. now he was back, awake, here. but... where? chest still heaving with the shock of breathing normally again, he lifted his chin off of the ground and allowed his eyes to flicker back and forth over the scenery around him. he was in a forest; this was easy to figure out, as there were trees all around him, underbrush tickling his belly, and melodious midday birdsong echoing in the cool air. but what forest, he wasn't quite sure. why he was here was an equally large mystery. he hesitated before pushing his paws out from under his chest, where they'd been curled up while he was Away. they'd fallen asleep, and they tingled terribly when he tried to put weight on them. he winced, paused, then tried again. this time, he was able to successfully transfer his weight onto his paws and push himself to his feet. his knees trembled under him, but they held. he shook the pinestraw and dirt from his pelt before taking a moment to look around again.

he had no recollection of what had happened that had caused him to go Away, not even the faintest memory. in fact, the last thing he remembered was waking up to chica screaming that they needed to leave. he'd been by the barn then, cuddled up in a makeshift bed of straw and grass. the barn was nowhere in sight now. he wondered how far away from it he was, and the thought of the answer being "far" made him feel sick in the stomach. he swallowed.

he began moving forwards in a hesitant trot, eyes whipping back and forth every time his paws made contact with the earth. not knowing where he was made him feel quite unsettled, anxious, and uncomfortable, even more than he usually did. a very large part of him wanted to bury himself in the soft dirt at his feet and go Away again, but the smaller, stronger part of him wouldn't let him. he needed to figure out what was going on, to satisfy his curious nature if nothing else.

little did skylines know, he was in fact in sanctuary territory, just not the territory that he knew and loved; he was in a new territory, one he didn't remember ever seeing, one filled with many faces that he'd never seen before at all.

★ ★ ★ oh goodness friends. i'm sorry that you guys had to get surgery :(. but i hope that it fixed whatever the doctors were trying to fix and you're both all good nowww <3.

i'm excited to beeee back pure aah!! just made my lil returning post with sky ;))

★ ★ ★ just a track for now because i don't know any of the new characters, aaah <3

★ ★ ★ oH MY GOD TRACKKK

★ ★ ★ <3333 lil bump

★ ★ ★ // it makes sense!! and btw i love frisk aaah <3. i have a total soft spot for nonbinary characters, and they seem like such a babeeee.

the voice came out of nowhere. one moment, he was trotting through the territory alone, anxious but not unusually so, and the next, there was a voice. a big voice. a voice that came from nowhere and everywhere at once; a big, loud, unfamiliar voice that shot into his ears much too fast, and then he was on the ground, panting. he crouched so low that his belly was flat against the earth, and he put his forehead down the way he always did when there was a voice, or a touch, or anything that he didn't expect or didn't want. his chest heaved, pushing up against the dirt, pinestraw, and grass to dirty his underfur even more. he was pulling in lots of air, but none of it stayed for long. he thought he might choke. why was there a big, unfamiliar voice? he hadn't wanted it, or expected it, or needed it; he had wanted the soft voice of a friend. his eyes flickered shut, and his ears twitched. he had wanted destrian's voice.

the voice returned a few seconds later, but now that he had braced himself against the ground, he felt okay with hearing it and even listening to what it was saying to him. his claws popped out and dug into the soft ground, kneading it gently, as he processed the words the big, unfamiliar voice had pushed at him. it had asked him who he was. that seemed like a safe question; it was certainly one he could answer quite correctly and efficiently. slowly but surely, he allowed his eyelids to part, foggy hazel reopening to the world. his head remained lowered, though, and his crouched position was not changed. "skylines," he said, in a voice that sounded like the way ghosts spoke. he cleared his throat gently after closing his mouth again, finding that his throat was partially clogged up with mucus-- perhaps from going so long without putting it to use.

when the voice spoke for the third time, skylines forced himself to raise his head, drawing in one steady, deep breath before doing so. his claws dug deeper into the dirt as he settled his wide eyes on the stranger. his head felt misty, like a ghost might be messing with it. he glanced upwards hesitantly. there were no ghosts there. he returned his gaze to losteyes. "this is not the sanctuary's territory. if we were in the sanctuary's territory, which has a barn, a field, and a beautiful graveyard, i would not be any sort of trespasser because that is my home. the territory is quite lovely. have you been?"

just as sky was beginning to adjust to the voice and appearance of the first stranger, a second one appeared. luckily, he saw them coming from far away, so by the time they were close enough to speak to him, he had already prepared himself for the interaction-- at least partially. still, when another question was vocalized, he had to swallow and take a deep breath before he could even think about answering. he opened his mouth to respond just as a cool, calming feeling swept over him. it felt like being submurged in a tank of bath water. his entire body jerked, and he stumbled back a step, eyes going so wide that it hurt. what was that strange feeling? what had happened? just as those concerns and questions filled his mind, he felt them fading, as if something besides himself was in his mind, smoothing over all of his anxious thoughts. it was strange, it was unnatural, and he didn't like it one bit. his bottom lip quivered. "stop it," he whispered, then swallowed so hard that it made his throat sore. his eyes whipped back and forth between the two strangers. he took another step back. "stop it. stop it. what is in my head? get it out of my head. stop." his backside collided with a tree trunk, and he squeaked in surprise. what was happening? what was happening? what was happening? what was happening? the mist in his head expanded. the ground below his feet started to tingle, and he pushed himself back against the tree harder to keep from falling through it if it gave way. he remembered what had happened when he was Away now; he remember the mist, the tunnel, and the soft eyes that tried to save him-- destrian's eyes. his head throbbed. destrian. his lips felt dry, cracked, but he forced them open. "where's destrian?" he croaked. "where's my destrian? i need my destrian. please. stop it. where is he? where is he? where..." he felt like he might go Away again soon, and he let his eyelids flutter.

[b]"TALK HERE"[/b]

★ ★ ★ he didn't want these strangers' false comfort; he didn't want the lies they phrased as truths, the fake reassurances that they tried to shove down his throat. he coughed as if he was choking. he didn't want strangers, not one of them. he wanted destrian, but every moment it was becoming more apparent that destrian was not here. he was alone. he was still alone.

when losteyes began to slink towards him, he pushed himself back against the tree harder, but he didn't speak. in fact, his mouth was clamped shut so hard that his jaw was beginning to ache. he grinded his teeth back and forth gently, comforted by the sound and feeling of the movement, but only slightly. losteyes began to speak again, but he didn't listen to his words. instead, he focused on the sound of them, the undertones of his voice, and his brain was soothed by the fact that the stranger sounded like he genuinely wanted to help; he picked up on no hate, no sign of bad intentions. the lilac tomcat drew a shaky breath in and found that his lungs were pumping air normally again. he pressed his eyes shut to focus on the feeling of the air sliding in his mouth, dripping down his throat, filling his lungs, and the sound of losteyes voice, a steady hum echoing in his ears.

with his eyes shut, he thought of the version of destrian he'd seen while he was Away, and realized that perhaps this hadn't been a figment of his imagination. sometimes, the other creatures in his dreams weren't created by his mind. sometimes, they were real; sometimes, they were spirits. his throat suddenly felt very raw. he coughed. his eyes fluttered open again and fell upon frisk, who had also advanced, but remained wordless. "if you don't know who..." he swallowed once, firmly, wincing against the pain this caused him. "if you don't know who destrian is, that means he is probably dead. and he was my best friend." perhaps even more than a best friend, in sky's eyes. he'd always found himself being drawn to the other tomcat in a way that felt... different than the pull of friendship. it was more intense, full of more attraction. he thought of the soft eyes he'd seen while Away, and he felt empty.

"what about my other friends?" he slowly let his eyes sweep over the two figures in front of him. "chica, olive, betrayal, evelyn.." he listed the names of people that were familiar to him, because if they weren't necessarily friends, he was comfortable with them. he could be around them without keeping his guard up.

★ ★ ★ even though he'd regained full mental consciousness over the past day, skylines still felt distant. something about being in a new territory with new faces, yet having them all call themselves "the sanctuary", made him absurdly uncomfortable. he thought of olive, of chica, of betrayal; he thought of destrian, and he felt as if he would never fit in here, in this new world, a new version of the home he'd grown to know and love. he was still too stuck in the past to live even a moment in the present.

still, he forced himself to attend the meeting, limbs dragging against the ground and stirring up splashes of dirt. it was the least he could do, after these creatures had been so kind to him-- that much he knew. he took a seat at the very back of the crowd, hazel eyes hovering on frisk as they made their announcements but drifting away as soon as their words ended. instead, he looked up at the sky, at the shapes in the clouds and the way that the wind stirred and shifted them. closing his eyes against the breeze, he wondered if he could ever call this place home again.

★ ★ ★ skylines had been sunbathing in the forest when he heard frisk's call for a meeting. he'd spent a lot of his time lounging recently; he found that his energy was still quite low, partially from being Away for so long, and partially from the stress of having lost everything and everyone from his life before. starting over was exhausting and frustrating, but he was beginning to figure out that it was also necessary. a section of his heart would always belong to the old sanctuary-- to his graveyard, to his past leaders, to destrian-- but perhaps he could devote a section of it to the new sanctuary as well; it was certainly big enough to be divided amongst the two.

he hesitated an extra moment, taking in one last wave of the sun's warmth before pushing himself to his feet and dismounting the fallen tree trunk that he'd been laying on. "time to re-engage..." he whispered to himself as he fell into a steady trot, stance slightly lowered. following the sound of frisk's voice, he came across the youthful leader quickly. looking from side to side, he found that he was the first of the clan to arrive, and he found that this pleased him more than he expected; he hardly knew frisk at all, yet he already found himself wanting the new leader to think highly of him, wanting them to see whatever potiental chick and betrayal must've seen in him before to give him such responsibility within the clan. he wanted that responsibility back, eventually, that sense of purposeful. even though this new version of the sanctuary hardly resembled its older counterpart, he already found himself loyal to it, dedicated to serving it. his heart really must've been larger than he thought it was. looking up at frisk, he found his lips twitching, as if they might form a smile sometime soon. "i could be happy here. i could be happy again," he murmured to himself, quiet enough that no one else could hear.

★ ★ ★ frisk was unlike any leader that skylines had ever seen before, not just in their age, but also in their demeanor; though, to be fair, their light-hearted, approachable demeanor could stem from their youthfulness. at first, he'd found it strange, and perhaps even slightly off-putting. all of the leaders that skylines had previously encountered had more of an authorative, serious air about them, even chica, who'd often drunk herself silly. how could someone so kind and soft be a strong leader? but after spending a few days around the petit feline, his opinion had already begun to change. frisk's personality and aura made skylines feel more comfortable here, more like he was wanted and accepted. in fact, he was beginning to see frisk's differences from the other leaders as an advantage and strength rather than a draw-back.

for this reason, when frisk bounded into camp with a tiny piglet, skylines found his mood skyrocketing. he stood up from the twoleg machinery that he'd been tinkering with and made his way over to the young leader, hazel eyes showing his genuine interest in what they'd brought back. "where'd you find them? were they all alone?" he thought of sticking out a paw to touch the small creature, but wasn't sure if that would be appropriate. he decided to ask, feeling as if frisk wouldn't mind giving him an answer for his own peace of mind. "can i touch them?" his eyes remained locked on the piglet as he spoke, though he was cery much consciously aware of when his clanmates were looking at him.

★ ★ ★ is there any way to go from a thread back to the board it's in directly?? like from here to the whole sanctuary board??

because i can't find a link so i have to go back to the main forum page everytime and my lazy ass cannot handle this,, omfg

★ ★ ★ 1) THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA BLESS U PURE 2) WHO COULD SKY BE????? this would be a lot easier if disney had more neurodivergent characters hmmmMmm

★ ★ ★ ASHDJSJ BLESS YOU,, I'M ALWAYS ON MOBILR AND I'VE SPENT SO LONG TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT,, MAY YOUR DAYS BE HAPPY AND YOUR FIELDS FERTILE!! AND STUFF LIKE THAT!! BLESS!!

★ ★ ★ skylines appeared next, fairy lights reflecting off of his wide hazel eyes, making them appear as two glowing orbs floating through the darkness. he stopped on the outskirts of the set-up, looking it over fully. he found himself impressed with what frisk had organized here; it was really quite beautiful. nodding gently to himself, he stepped closer to the leader and offered up his words in compliment. "it's quite pretty. you've done well. where did you find this all?"

// rushed-ish

★ ★ ★ and he's always worried aww

i actually think i'm gonna make him flounder from the little mermaid!! because he's anxious but he's also v v loyal and sweet, just like my baby :).

★ ★ ★ would you all be interested in making a skype or kik group chat?? bloodclan has one and i just thought that was p cool...

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skylines had never met king george, making his former perception of the other fairly neutral, besides the fact that he was the leader of the cartel. skylines knew what this place was like. he knew that the scent of drugs was stronger than the scent of animals here, that money was on the forefront of every member's mind; he knew that his father-- a drug addict, an alcoholic, a sex-addict-- had lived here in harmony with the clan for some time, and that was enough for this tomcat to know that they were no good. therefore, when he heard of the allegations against king george, he wasn't in the least bit surprised.

he stood directly behind frisk at the border, hazel eyes staring dully ahead, lips pressed into a thin, flat line. he tried to limit his breathing, wanting to inhale as little of the air that his father stunk up as much as possible. still, despite how his mind was partially distracted by his unsavory connections to this place, he was here for one reason only: to stand by frisk and his clan. he tried to keep his posture erect and confident, even as his mind wandered.

★ ★ ★ omggg either would be so adorable @zenon