Posts by - AQUILA

✦ ✧ ✦ — Soft pink paws silently padded through the forest, weaving between each tree with caution. The fox's bright white fur was easily noticeable by any onlooker, but it seemed that there was nobody around. As Citron traveled within the woods, a sight caught his eye. His lenses focused on a glowing spot on the bark of a tree. With further examination, it was hardened sap that glowed as it sat on the tree. Citron flicked his tail in thought, taking the pencil he always held behind his ear and tapping the pink eraser on his chin. "Interesting..." he whispered to himself. Citron sat down, still staring at his object of interest. "What would happen if I touched it?" he continued to speak to himself as he extended his paw out in an attempt to put one paw pad on the glowing spot. His claw had barely touched the sap before he quickly withdrew it. Citron turned around in an attempt to see if anyone would be watching him. Instead, he saw a thin trail of newly-blossomed buttercups that lead in his direction. "Flower prints; why don't you work?" he sighed, tucking his pencil back behind his ear. Citron walked a few paces forward and pulled one flower out of the dirt. "Always buttercups," he noted.
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✦ ✧ ✦ — "Huh?" Citron hadn't noticed the first person, Liam, to arrive until the cat spoke. He didn't reply until he laid eyes on every onlooker. There sure were a lot of them. Four, once he took the time to count. Citron's pulse slightly quickened. Were they going to attack him? Kick him off the island? Citron had no idea that anyone even lived on the island. "Oh, uh, I don't really know. I just... came here. This place just looked cool... from far away," he replied to Liam vaguely. "W-w-hat is this place, anyways?" he continued with more caution in his voice. He was very ready to run away from these people if he had to.
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✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron's anxiety seemed to relieve slightly once Planchette described her group as "friendly". He was still cautious of his words though, for he had no idea if that was completely true. "Oh, well, I'm Citron... by the way..." he wasn't exactly sure if he had placed his words well enough in the context of the conversation, but Planchette had introduced herself and Citron felt it courteous to do the same.

Now that he had told his name to these strangers and learned where he was, he figured it was time to let himself out. He would first try to remember where he had put his raft, which was made from wood and vines. He stood. "Ah, I'd better get going," he informed them, feeling a bit bad that he should leave so early. As he said this, he was still trying to figure out where his raft was. He stood there a few more awkward seconds, his eyes flashing between the others who arrived to greet him. Quickly, he decided that he had no idea where his raft was. "Um, actually... nevermind," he stuttered, sitting back down slowly. "You see I took a raft here and I... don't exactly remember where I put it. So I can't really leave here for a few days... I guess," Citron decided to explain himself as to not look as strange for changing his mind so suddenly. He thought for a second to use his wings, which he was sure that nobody noticed he had. They were the same color as his fur and were easy to ignore. "Uh, would it be okay if I stay with you guys, then?" he decided to ask. "But... just 'till I build a new raft?" he clarified. It would probably take him a few weeks to do this mostly because of procrastination. Citron just hoped he wouldn't bother anyone if the members of The Rift let him stay.
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✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron looked in Malkyn's direction, craning his neck to look the hellhound in the eye. She definitely reminded the young fox how small he really was compared to others. "That's nice; thank you," he dipped his head while still trying to continue eye contact. Citron could picture how odd the gesture looked; his eyes looked as far up as they could go while he nodded his head as if he was talking to a creature his size.
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✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron watched yet another stranger approach him and make their way towards Malkyn. He studied the chocolate-colored cat for a bit before answering his question. "Uh, yes," he cracked a smile of his own, though it was more out of sheepishness than anything else. "Why does it... glow like that?" Citron questioned, backing towards the tree he got it from and sticking it onto the branch he had first collected it from.
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✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron arrived next, his curious gaze set on the kitten. As per usual, buttercups sprouted behind him as he walked. It mostly served the winged fox as a reminder that he still hadn't mastered some of his powers yet.

Autumn H., huh? Citron silently wondered what the H. stood for, but he decided that that would be something to ask in the near future. At least Citron wouldn't be the only new member of The Rift; the other's joining gave him a bit of relief. "Uh, hi. I'm Citron," he introduced himself to them, already making it obvious that they were both very different personality-wise. Citron was sure that they would both get along, for his old life was very loud and fiery like Autumn seemed to be.

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron spied the bird of prey swoop down and land on the crumbly-looking pillar and walked over in interest. When hearing the term dual-alliance, Citron was flashed back to his kit days. Though the winged fox was much older than he was while residing in The Cartel, he still remembered what having a dual-alliance meant. He felt a bit proud of himself, for The Rift had, so far, confused him. "Hey, um, welcome," he already felt strange talking to the bird, mostly because Riki reminded him about how bad of a flyer he was. Citron had gotten off scot-free from being asked about his wings so far, however, for his wings easily blended in with his equally-white fur. "I'm Citron,"

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron wasn't present at the joining. Of course he wasn't. He usually avoided people at all times and kept to himself most often. It was mostly out of anxiety and also because he just didn't feel like it. There was no point in talking to others if you don't know them, especially when you don't have the ability to open up on your own.Yet, Citron arrived. He was very cautious once he had made his way over, for he could feel the nerves of those around him spiking. Instead, he tried his best to divert his gaze directly to the flower crowns, which made him feel a bit more comfortable. He did think it quite strange that he would feel so terrible around people he should trust; they were his clanmates after all. They were supposed to make you feel good and like you had somewhere to belong. To Citron, that was not the case. He took a step back from the rest of the group, feeling his unease grow. He trampled a few flowers behind him, which usually grew in a trail while he walked. Maybe I should just go, he thought. Citrob felt that it was inevitable for something bad to happen, and he wanted no part in that. He took another step, his tail beginning to flick back and forth; a nervous habit of his. Though he was probably hard to miss, being a bright white fox with wings that had a pencil behind his ear at all times, he hoped nobody would see him attempt to leave so soon.

✦ ✧ ✦ — // @RODRICK we totally have the same fancypost lol

Another hellhound? It slightly annoyed the fox that everyone was so much bigger than him. But he decided to greet the stranger, a thin trail of buttercups sprouting behind him with each step. "Hi, yes um... you can stay," he said after waiting for Rodrick to finish his conversation with this "Milo" character. He swore that that cat's name was Liam. "It's... auto-accept here so yeah," he continued, his voice shaking for a second.

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron thought he would get off scot-free until he saw Gray wave in his direction. The fox and no idea how to react at first; he just stood there nervously. After a few seconds, he decided to just sit down and pretend like he was staring into space. He honestly had no clue what he was even supposed to do; Gray didn't talk to him first so Citron wouldn't talk at all. Usually that's how things went down between him and other people; either the other talked first or they didn't talk to each other at all. Citron reached for the pencil behind his ear and twirled it with a paw as he stared.

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron had nestled himself at the base of a tree at noon. It wasn't uncomfortably hot nor cold, so he had decided that it would be a good day to work outside. He purposely chose a spot that was far from the camp in order to not be disturbed by anyone. So, to the winged fox, it was a perfect day. He had gone quick to work considering how long he had been a member of The Rift for; three days, to be exact.

Citron's area was covered in patches of buttercups, a result of his work. He wrote in a small notebook, currently analyzing and drawing the flowers that had grown at the base of paws. It wasn't the best drawing in the world, but it was easily recognizable as what it was supposed to be. "Oh wait, hold on..." Citron muttered to himself, turning the pencil on the eraser side and getting rid of a stray mark. After a few more lines, he had finally finished. He furrowed his invisible eyebrows. "This is so bad," he sighed, referring to the picture he spawned on the lined page. To check if it was really accurate, Citron tore out the page and held it next to the flower. "Hm, close enough I suppose," he decided. The fox placed the paper on the grass next to many others. His tail began to swish.

Citron hadn't noticed the wind pick up until it was too late. He had resumed writing, his subject being theories on how he could stop his flower prints from shadowing him wherever he went. He stayed focused until he felt the fur on his neck blow to the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white scraps of paper begin to fly in the breeze. Citron stood up as quickly as he could. He placed his pencil behind his ear and held his notebook between his jaws and began to run after his notes.

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron perked his ears and turned towards Gray. He seemed a bit relieved once the other began to talk. He was afraid that the awkward moment would become even more tense between him and the commander. "Hey, uh, Gray. I'm Citron," he said this like a scratched disk, pausing for a bit after each word before continuing. "Um, yeah I'm kinda new here so... I don't blame you for not knowing me," this next sentence was more fluid, though he did have some stops in his speech.

✦ ✧ ✦ — The fox flashed a small grin at the bird's reply. Though, when Riki became silent for a moment, he feared the worst. What was he thinking about? Citron instantly knew the answer once he traced the other's gaze to his wings. Oh no. He felt his hear skip a beat, then two once Riki spoke again. "Uh, alright," Citron sounded very unsure, silently hoping that the eagle would forget about his offer. Either that or his wings would somehow grow both strong and long enough to support him while in the air overnight

✦ ✧ ✦ — Citron looked towards the snow leopard when he heard his name, slightly avoiding her gaze. "Oh, uh," took one unsure step, paused, and slowly made his way over. Once he had fully arrived to where the flowers crowns were held, he sat down and studied them. Which one did he want exactly? Perhaps a monochrome-colored one, whose white to black colors wouldn't clash with the marks of yellow he held. The again, perhaps too much white would be a bad thing. An idea popped into his head. "Uhm... Natalia?" he waited to get her attention before continuing. "Which flower crown do you think would look best on me?"

✦ ✧ ✦ — The fox was already running out of breath, which reminded him how out-of-shape he really was. Perhaps running like this more would benefit me, he thought as his pace began to slow. He spotted Grayarea begin to help, chasing after the stray sheets. He spotted Thanatos, who seemed to be sitting on a paper. This slightly amused the young fox, making a smile spread on his features. He quickly stopped, however, once he saw Natalia hover in front of him. He first noted the big cat's large white wings that spread in a skillful manner to easily catch the scraps. Citron probably would have done that too, but his wings were both too weak and too short to be useful. A sigh came from the fox once he saw Natalia's successful endeavor. He placed his notebook onto the ground. "Um, yes. They are mine. Thank you," he replied, still feeling his heart race faster than he had ran. He looked over his shoulder at Thanatos, who still stood on top of one of his papers. Citron made note to collect that one after receiving them back from Natalia.

✦ ✧ ✦ — [color=white]He examined the crown Natalia had picked out, whose colors, he saw, were a mixture of cream flowers that looked quite like roses to him and black flowers he didn't recognize. To be honest, he didn't know much about that kind of stuff. While picturing it on himself, he decided that he could agree with Natalia. "Yeah, I think so," he nodded, allowing her to place the intricate piece onto his head.