Posts by EDDIE.

Eddie didn't really want to go to the meeting but she came to the conclusion that it'd be a neat way to see everyone in the clan at one spot together. She could look at all the faces and put names to them. The white feline sat near the back, gazing in interest at faces she found ugly, at faces she found pretty, and at faces she found haunted. Her blue eyes never once landed on Mercy, her ears never tuned in to what the cream feline was announcing. That was until her own name was spoken. She was being welcomed? Eddie looked at Mercy and found the other looking back with a rather kind smile. Eddie smiled brightly. Thank you! She mouthed before going back to studying other people. Then her name was called a second time. Wait, a position? Eddies face remained blank for a moment or two as she processed this. What did it mean for her? What could she get out of it? How would this aid her? Eddie leaned back on her haunches and stared at the ground a little bit before shaking her head and lifting her brilliant blue gaze back to Mercy. "Sorry for the interruption but I'm not going to take it." She announced, a strangely light tone to her voice. Eddie made sure to smile again, directly at Mercy. She hopes that girl can actually hear what she's saying otherwise this is all for naught. "I'm fine as I am." It was true, wasn't it? It wasn't Mercy's fault; she didn't know what Eddie truly desired. None of them did and none of them ever would.

Besides. A position of power (no matter how small) was rather dangerous for a girl like she.

Smoke. It smelt so good. The feline could see that red-orange glow in the distance. She could see felines wandering towards it like moth a flame. For minutes, the white feline just sits from a far off place, blue eyes watching coldly. She is alone, here. She doesn't have to put any front up, she doesn't have to copy. For once Eddie is blank. Her eyes are empty. Her face holds no smiles, no winks and certainly no laughter. She is devoid of any emotion as she watches them all merge into one big talking group. Laughing, communicating, interacting, being regular. A smell of chocolate and marshmallow wafted up her nose and Eddie breathed in, closing her eyes and then a soft smile appeared on her maw. Eddie was back to her mask. She stood up and followed the other people towards the bonfire. By now a decent gathering had grown around the fire. She let her eyes wander around the group to see who was there. Loki, her current favorite was. She was a little let down that Maidenwaters wasn't there. Eddie sighed softly and glanced at Mercy then to Abbi, to Ambrosia then to Meg. This was a girl she hadn't seen very often. Or at least, she hadn't spoken to her.

The winged white feline remains silent despite herself and watches the embers fly up into the dark sky. Eddie paints a look of awe on her own face and walks right up to Meg, brilliant blue eyes staring into warm amber ones. This feline was black, opposite to she. Eddie thought that Meg looked rather pretty. "You're pretty." Eddie said aloud, leaning close to the other. She smirks and seats her rump besides the other. She listens as Meg asks the group a question. "You want to know who I've killed? No one. I'm a virgin to murder." She looks at Meg, really looks at Meg. "Have you? Have you killed someone? That's truly shocking." Eddie opens her mouth in an act of surprise, eyes widening.

"Eddie, you can't do that," The smile on her face seems to pause. She slowly cranes her neck to look at Abbi, blue eyes sparking. His words phase out and the world around his shoulders seems to blur as she focuses solely on the man (boy) that told her she couldn't do that. It was spoken in a soft murmur. There was no order and no control to his voice but it was the language he used (so direct) that caught that heat in her belly and made it rise once more like some strange tide. She is perfectly still asides from a quivering lip. Eddie already had one male put her under his complete control today. There wasn't a chance she was going to let it happen twice. "I can." She gets out, almost like she is struggling to breathe. After a moment passes of staring at the leader, the ringing in her ears stops and other peoples voices come into hearing. Eddies smile grows big again and she manages to tear her captivating blue eyes away from him onto Mercy. "Why?" "Pain makes me feel." Eddie murmured as a response, giving nothing else but that. Then she shakes her head at the offering of poppy seeds. "Don't waste precious resources on me. I can handle it." She can't lie that as Mercy gets to work on her wounds and the blood stains, it stings. But it's tolerable. The white feline copies and pastes a smile on her face, not letting it drop for one moment. Not even the disapproving atmosphere in the air would make her face decline.

Eddie would never and could never pass up the opportunity to have a good ol' snoop on people. Especially a snoop that they gave away themselves, like candy. The winged white feline was almost instantaneously there when she heard Gatsby call. She was up in the sky, flying around, when she heard him. She saw people approaching and knew that she was about to get some information. And honestly, she was living with these people. Why would she not want to know every single thing she could about these people? Eddie breathed in and flew down, landing dramatically behind everyone. A dust plume rose up and before it even had the chance to settle on her snowy white fur, she padded close and sat besides Loki. She listened to each of their questions as they were delivered and waited for their responses like a cat for cream. Ambrosia had a deep question, a juicy question. She grinned and looked at the other, listening to her 'biggest regret'. She left home? Why? Had she been abused? Had she been in mental decline? Was she sick of the same old thing? She wanted more in depth but she supposed Ambrosia was surrounded by a bunch of strangers and it was a rarity to open up to people in such a manner. Still, though. She felt like she'd been fed only the cherry on the cake.

Eddie looks at Gatsby and smirks. "Hit me with your best shot, spotty boy."

At night you were supposed to be asleep. She knew that because the old people always fell asleep when the sky got dark and everyone in the Veil went quiet. But Eddies brain was too alive with thinking to even attempt such a feat too early in the night. The only way she ever managed to get a nights rest is when exhaustion forced her hand. Most of the time she remained adamant that she wasn't going to sleep. The feline wasn't the only night owl. She heard voices- someone was getting told off. Hostility reeked. The winged white cat grinned in the shadows and made her way to the scene. When she arrived, she could only stare at the strange raccoon dog who seemed to be enjoying herself on a Veil meal. She supposed now was the time to start getting angry at Honeydew for stealing food but she didn't want to. Besides, who could say no to a face like that? So cute! Eddie didn't seem to give a rats arse that the other had trespassed and stolen. "You're sooooo cute." The feline purred, wondering if Honeydew would respond. She appeared to be one of those types of creatures. Her blue eyes went to the decimated vole and back up to her face.

"Honestly, I don't know why everyone's getting to upset over this. You're hungry and you're cute- we should feed you!" Eddie said, casting a smirk at Preacher and Nemesis. She could tell that the first girl was putting up a front. She wondered what feelings she was attempting to hide- maybe she'd once been a loner scavenging for food like she and the sight made her feel upset. Then she looked at Preacher, who was rather calm but his words said otherwise.

we love morbid senses of humor in this household

Eddie got that- the whole being bored thing. She saw it a lot. Back when she'd lived with the old people, everything had been the same. She'd wake up bright and early, she'd eat, she'd put on a show for the elders, maybe piss off one or two, the rest wouldn't care/notice and then when night came she'd watch everybody go to bed. Rinse and repeat. A cycle that never changed asides from the script. She hated it. It was why she left in the first place. The old home hadn't done much for her but teach her what old people were like. Sick old fleabags that enjoyed the presence of someone young because it reminded them of themselves when they were younger. Pretty selfish, if you asked her. Eddie was now free in the Veil. At first things were different. No old people. She could do anything. But it was starting to slowly slink into that similar cycle that had grinded her gears so much back in the rest home. To avoid it, she did everything humanely possible. That included being exploitative around the clans and just in general annoying people.

Eddie waltzed over at the call. A new face, a new name, a new history to learn. She stares at the huge smilodon and at his large teeth that protrude out his mouth and over his bottom jaw. She also gets a good look at his bright golden eyes. Soul staring eyes, really. "Hello there, big not-baby cat!" Eddie called out, flexing her white wings and tucking them properly into her sides. She glanced sideways at Sojourn (she was getting increasingly tempted to steal his staff. It'd be funny to watch him flounder like a fish caught on the sand) then at Gatsby who was strangely quiet and kept to himself. A story? No, that was so boring. Eddie inwardly rolled her eyes and looked at Volatile. "So, what's the name to the face, boy?" She says softly, tail twitching to and fro.

No. No? No. Eddie looks at Mercy, who radiates determination and control. She was both leader and medic, it was no wonder she seemed so adamant about Eddie taking the damn poppy seeds. Most people would've caved by now, if the pain of their injuries hadn't already made them do so but Eddie wasn't a caver. And she certainly didn't take no for an answer, be it from a woman or a man. There was only one instance in the whole world that Eddie would ever comply too but the rest of those instances could go screw themselves. Yes, it hurt. It hurt like shit, as though she'd been trampled by elephants over and over again. And not just in her ribs. But Eddie didn't want that pain to go away, why couldn't Mercy see that? Eddies eyes grew amused, hiding the icy coldness. She seemed to smile up at Mercy, face tight, as she said; "No." Eddie knew this wasn't going to go down well but she didn't care. If they refused to treat her on the basis of the answer, she didn't care. She would wrap her scars up in cloth and take her bruised body to someone who would fix her and someone who would listen to her. Her eyes flickered slowly to Starlight as the young boy begged her to take the poppy seeds. It was all she could do not to wrinkle her nose. "You'll sleep just fine tonight, don't worry about that." She countered quietly, smile still fixed on her lips. She didn't pay attention to the fact that he actually seemed to care. It intrigued her, yes, but right now the excitement of saying 'No' to Mercy still ran through her veins.

Eddie could travel the earth and back and she would never find a place she belonged. She was an uncut, unmatched piece to the puzzle. No, no- she wasn't even a piece. Eddie felt so far removed from everyone that she didn't see herself like them. She thought she was different, she knew she was. Everybody felt different at certain phases of their life but her kind of different was another level. Some people that had tried to relate to her, had said "it's okay, I'm different too!" and then Eddie caught them crying. Crying. Real tears. Real. And that had been that. She didn't cry real tears. She didn't feel real things. Life was boring and the same old thing day after wretched day. It was a surprise she had continued playing this far into the game. Maybe she derived some interest from other people, from the normal ones. Poking and prodding them and their play dough emotions- it was always interesting.

The white feline was watching Starlight, had been watching Starlight for some time now. She noticed the serval began to walk in a certain direction and followed far behind, blue eyes skittering ahead to see a unfamiliar wolf dog. Eddie bit her lip and stretched out. She had been watching the serval for a while now, she knew she could take a break. Eddie padded forwards as though she'd just come from a casual walk and stopped besides Junepaw, noticing the others exhaustion. She then turned her brilliant gaze to look at Nox who smelt of some place she had yet to explore. Unlike Honeydew, this unfamiliar had respect the boundary lines. It was kind of a shame because Eddie felt like fighting right now, but fighting within reason. Judging by the way some of the Veilers had reacted to Honeydews unintentional trespassing, she knew it would've been kind of okay. "Hello, baby dog. I'm Eddie." It's quite out of place to introduce yourself when someone had yet to say what they were doing there but Eddie didn't give a toss about social etiquette.