Posts by Kyomi A.H.

aesthetics:

junk food, the smell of candy and coffee, sweet vanilla, an innocent smile, enticing laughter, brightness, the sun that shines right after a storm, a helping hand outstretched, the confused tilt of the head, deceiving colors, the resolve one has when a decision has been made, candy sweet but hard like licorice, blissful ignorance, the smell of blood that does not waver, emotional instability covered with the insane desire to love, unwanted attention that is given to everyone, the determination to continue forward, not good but not evil, amused easily, bright flowers pressed against a window, the definition of a blond moment, skin that breaks all too easily, willingness to kill if it's the only way, scared over the unknown, a happy virus that aims to infect all, intelligence hidden by an ignorant front, bows and dresses, lonely stars, lavender fields, scattered juice boxes, getting lost on the way to the bathroom. confused over almost everything, no sense of personal space, fascinated by people, outright eccentric, spooked easily, in love with music, loves tirelessly even though he doesn't understand the emotion, not the ice but the fire, rely on him for the important stuff and nothing else, always a shoulder to cry on, don't leave him alone with anything valuable or he'll break it, a goofball in his own way, his curiosity will probably get him killed one day, has really weird thoughts, doesn't like being in the center of attention but he's use to it, will take insults like they're compliments, all hugs and sunshine with this one, has no moral opinion at all, bounces everywhere, doesn't walk but saunters.

appearance:

take away all his little trinkets and accessories, and you have a very slender, and attractive looking lad. he's tall, and thin, with an almost feminine or lithe appearance. he's very dainty with the way he handles almost everything, but he doesn't have the lady like personality when he's shoving food in his mouth, or sauntering lazily towards someone with some intention that's usually never good for the other's health. his body is never still, and appears to always be moving, simply because he likes to take things fast and head on. it's clear that he's impatient, and never subtle, but his features are perhaps the opposite of such. his pelt isn't a blinding white, but more of a soft hue with the usual black serval markings that make them almost ghostly like. the parts that make his appearance pop are his lavender freckles that are scattered on both of his cheeks, and his milky lavender gaze with the star shaped pupils. the tattoo on his cheek seems to be a symbol of his past, as it's star shaped and of a blue hue.

personality:

he's smiling all the time, even when he doesn't realize it, or catch himself doing it. he's bouncing up and down in the slight manner he has, or he's simply fidgeting, absentmindedly babbling back to whoever holds his attention. no matter what he's doing, or more accurately what he isn't doing, people are drawn to him simply because he's himself. he doesn't mind being weird, nor does he need a reason to do so. everything about him appears wholesome and honest, and although he is as such, he holds his secret over his race close to his heart. it isn't that he's paranoid over it, it's just that he alone feels as though he should carry the burden alone for now, in order to keep those he likes safe. not to mention that he doesn't want them seeing him differently or something crazy like that. he'll always be himself, and he likes to comfort himself with that fact, even when he reacts the opposite internally compared to what he's doing externally.

his unpredictable mannerisms are equipped with a child's way of thinking. he doesn't realize right from wrong, nor friend from foe. he has an inkling of what should be there, and what isn't, but his airheaded manners sometimes block him from realizing the truth about things. at times, it is clear that there are two personalities raging within the male. the child one, and the adult one, the one that's hellbent on revenge and the desire to be at peace.

he keeps an upbeat tempo, however, in all things regarding to life. he doesn't want to slow down, or be caught up by his own feelings. he wants those around him to feel good, and to be good. his own selfless desires cause him to be selfish, as he'll never really succeed if he continues in the direction he goes, with one foot in and the other out. he's stuck between two world, trying to figure out what's the best course of action is, and who the true lav is the real one..\

he was glad for the participation, although he was extremely late on these, wasn't he? a million excuses sprung, but he'd manage a sheepish half smile, and get to it.

sundance s. herb training session! or any session of sorts that you'd like.

Leeisbae percy could talk about his favorite book

Goldenpup he can hold a game session of some sort! (totally a tea party cause that'd be cute)

things had changed so much since the old names, were people followed the traditional way of warrior names, if one could call them that. the only reason he was aware of those ways was because of his dad, and his own name. he had been adamant in naming lavenderwish lavenderkit, mostly cause of the freckles. they liked to say because of his eyes, but he was just grateful he wasn't named 'lavenderfreckle'. he'd shudder slightly to himself at the thought, blind gaze swinging absentmindedly between everyone present. at least she'd grow up normally, hopefully. not him, though- there was always a catch. he'd offer a quick smile, a mechanism to fake that he was alright, even though he knew she couldn't, and wouldn't, be able to see it. thanks! yours is pretty rad too.

goldenpup was very much loved. well, he liked to think so, but he had always been shit at emotions, and he was probably shit at being a dad, too. oops. was it normal for the pup to speak like that? with such brokenness? maybe he needed grammar lessons! it had never occurred to the serval that he'd have to teach another simple things- he was dumb, wasn't he? he'd blink slowly, mind going from 0-100 real quick. oh, that. well, some people still follow the old ways of naming, where when you were young, you were called your name, and then an ending was attached, like 'kit', or maybe 'pup' or 'cub', depending on what you. when you got to an age where you could be physically taught, you became an apprentice, so 'paw'. and then you'd get your warrior name! like, i use to be lavenderkit, lavenderpaw, lavenderwish! soon you'll be goldenpaw, get it? he rambled mercilessly.

he didn't understand the concept of wanting to stay hidden. he had always been put into the spotlight, and even though he had wanted to be someone else at times, he had learned to accept it. but being put into the center of attention so much usually, one would assume, lead to having thicker skin, and being cold to insults. sadly, that hadn't worked out that way for him. he'd resist the urge to whine back at the pup, knowing very well that it'd probably wouldn't end well, mostly for him. he didn't like tantrums, he had come to conclude. lemme see, he'd relent calmly, sticking his much larger paw up, and displaying it. your paws will be bigger than mine, when you grow up, he'd add absentmindedly.

he had always been the type of person to dive into something head first and think about the consequences later. this was no different from any other of the previous times, except now he was leading a place, and internally freaked out. he couldn't count the number of times where he just wanted to slyly change his name and wear a big obvious hat, just to make light of the situation. he couldn't help but think he'd run this place into the ground, all because of his inexperience, personality, and lack of knowledge within this world. he didn't know how to play by the rules in general, so he was screwed from the get-go. there was no point in beating around the bush, and lazily, the serval would head into the audio room, frantically shoving chips into his mouth all the while. he tended to stress eat, when he was, well, stressed. it didn't help that he was also trying to juggle a drink, the chips, and trying to turn on the speaker system all at the same time. a normal person would have set one of the items down, but he was a lazy little shit. renegades, gather for a meeting in the usual spot! he'd soft-scream into the microphone. a few seconds rolled by, and one, if they listened close enough, could hear the undeniable slosh of something spilling, and the soft murmur of defeat that came afterwards, a click to the system then indicating that the speakers had been turned off.

he arrived to his own meeting slightly wet, and brandishing a pink towel as if it was a weapon. his mind was confused, for a few seconds, as to why he was up here and not down there. and then reality hit him like a truck, and he was reminded that he was now in charge. there was no time to think or pity himself; in fact, he didn't have head space for such things. as you are aware, we're going to be experiencing some changes real soon, based on public opinion. i know i can't appease everybody, and i'm sorry, in advance, if you do not agree with these changes. he allowed a small pause, before going on. everyone who holds a position is now demoted. Goldenpup and Leeisbae are promoted to guards, should they accept ; blindlove! is promoted to officer, if you like. you guys have been consistent, and for that, i commend you.

he took the time to wipe at a particular wet spot, and to anyone who truly knew him, they might have noticed he slightly spaced out there for a solid second. he knew everyone was waiting for the changes to come up, and he was a bit anxious for the ball to drop. he never liked to be the barer of news, particularly news that could be good or bad, depending on the person. subtly, he'd lick his lips, knowing he had to rip the band-aid off, quick. i have made the decision to return our name to the exiles. the decision was split right down the middle, and there was no other way i could think to do this, other then to keep us as the renegades or return to the exiles. no matter what we decide to call ourselves, i realize, we are always going to be the exiles. we can call ourselves 'the renegades' all we want, but the truth of the matter is, we've been the exiles for so long, it's hard to erase that part of our history. when people think of the exiles, they think of something bad, and evil, and cruel. and yes, we can be those things, but i think we should create a better name for ourselves, with the name we've always had. we aren't anticlan, neutral, or even proclan- we're a group of misfits, banded together to survive, sort of like that dysfunctional family nobody wants to talk about. some of us have been thrown out, or disregarded- mocked, teased, betrayed, you name it. and although we can hate each other all we want, and hate the world, and the people who've put us in this spot that we're currently in, we have each other, and i think that's stronger than any name, or label the others want to put on us. we're the exiles- since when have labels, or politics mattered? the only opinion we should ever care about is our own, and you can disagree with me, or agree, but that's my take on this situation. i joined this place because i heard about the exiles, and how they accepted people, regardless of who you were, not due to the constant fighting. the image we portray ourselves as, from here on out, will be the tone we set for our group as a whole. let's make it a good one! a better one! an exiles like one!

he threw a ligament in salute, dimly realizing that perhaps he should act more formal. it was a little late for that, was his immediate reasoning. awkwardly, he'd lower his arm, and wait for the murmurings to go down. now, onto traditions. i asked you guys what you'd like to see around, and here are the results:

- there will now be monthly sessions to remember the people we have statues on. we will also have a monthly party to honor them as well.

- duels are now legal again. both parties must agree to the duel, and it must be sanctioned in the public's eye. if you decide to illegally maim or murder that person, expect consequences that are equal to what you did to them, done to you by yours truly. my suggestion would be to play nice!

- once you become a member of our little group, your previous crimes will not matter. if you decide to mess up while you are here, expect consequences, such as exile, death, etc

- we will now be involving ourselves in other groups when called upon. if there is unrest in a clan, or an unfair leader, or a debt to be settled, or anything like that, we will come in and play peacemaker. the goal will be to get them indebted to us, so that they owe us a favor.

- there will now be a new motto/group rule going around called an 'eye for an eye'. instead of becoming war centered, we will become more annoying themed. the goal is to torment the other groups with harmless pranks and the such ; although we now have no neutrals, and no enemies, the rule will be to play generally nice to the others, unless you're the blackheart rogues, then they're still free game. we will still be capturing & torturing people, but only those worthy of it or from specific groups. if you mess up, and decide to harm an innocent, then that blame is on you and all the drama that comes with it.

- we now only get into wars/battles if it benefits us, or if someone harms one of our own. there's no point in having raids and conflict every other day. we may hate the other groups, but that's too much work.

- the title system is being returned, along with a reputation score system that will be implanted! more on that in later times.

- sigils are now being introduced. it is required to wear your marking where people can see it, although how is up to you. if you are a normal member, your marking is a snake. a dedicated discussion will be given to this to decide what the ranks will have. the leaders sigil will change per leader, but i have chosen a star for mine.

- members that are wanting to leave, especially those of rank, will be memory wiped of our secrets, but not of the general experience. i will personally be doing the wiping.

more murmurings, and more patient waiting. he knew it was a lot of changes to be putting into place all at once, but he saw no other way of doing this. his way was to go fast, and to go recklessly, and hope whatever he was doing didn't end up going badly. on another note, i thought it would be cool if we had a theme animal, or something ; the decision was to go with the snake idea. you do not have to take a snake companion, but it is now illegal to harm them. although we will accept all types of people, there will now be an inauguration type thing in regards to them joining. think of it as a blood pact, but having to do with snakes. more about this will be explained better in the guide! since our theme animal is a snake, it'd be really cool if we integrated that into our captures and tortures, and even into our pranks. it will become a custom to leave behind something akin to a snake (such as a fake one, or some scales), to signify that we were the ones to do a prank. i will also be building a snake pit in the territory somewhere, for public execution. it will normally be empty, but usable if we need to get to killing some peeps.

the meeting was winding down, and he could feel the end to it coming. he supposed he should start wrapping stuff up while he was ahead. i have decided to tweak the officer job description a little bit, and have made you guys more of a welcoming committee type job. when people join, i expect you guys to be there, and to try to integrate those new members into our system, to the best of your ability. the mass adoptions and hp tryouts will be posted soon, so keep an eye out for that. meeting dismissed, unless anyone has some questions. and so, he sat back, idly dabbing at his fur here and there, expecting madness to ensue.

- summary:

everyone is demoted.

percy and goldenpup are offered the position of guard ; blindlove is offered the position to officer.

the officer rank description has been tweaked into a welcoming committee position.

we are now being renamed back to the exiles.

we don't do politics anymore- the goal isn't to start war with other groups, but to mess with them via harmless pranks.

eye for an eye law being placed

the blackheart rogues are still on open season- free to raid, capture, torture, etc

some traditions have been decided and are listed out.

our theme animal/universal symbol is now a snake.

it is not required to take a snake companion but it is illegal to harm them.

members will be now be initiated / given a ceremony.

will become a custom to leave something behind in regards to a snake to leave behind our mark (scales, a fake snake toy, etc)

a snake pit will be built.

the officer description is now becoming a welcoming committee like job

mass adoptions & hp tryouts will be posted soon.

//welcome back!

he hadn't meant to be eavesdropping, but he was, from quite a distance away. he had meant to approach like he normally did, but he had gotten tangled up in some roots, and had immediately fallen down, like it was normal for him. and yes, he was currently in charge here, but yes, he was currently laying on the ground floor, trying not to doze. the conversation had gotten interesting rather quick, though! maybe he should have brought some popcorn? ah- but he really wanted to see if percy would fight back, too! he was reminded that he had the act, but the not too slight tap that was sent against his skull, practically making his brain bounce in his head. before he had time to shout 'wtf', the creature had already returned to his place, coiled around his neck as if it wasn't a big deal. the black snake had always been temperamental, but he was demonic in nature, so maybe that explained it. but by that logic, perhaps he should be more badass-y too! he popped over, long, slender legs making the journey quite easy for him. awe~ but my snake is much bigger than his, and much more likely to bite, too! the creature would whine playfully, stepping between the two as if it were the most natural thing in the world. as if he wouldn't mind cora striking him, or the stranger hitting him. he didn't have good judgement when it came to these things, and this was getting to be well known. he listened to the other recite her name, and nodded his cranium up and down. that's a good start, now! i'm lavenderwish, and i assume you must be from the old exiles, 'cause i've been here for awhile now, and don't remembering ever seeing you. although, his memory was very bad, so that might have to do with it too. dunno if you know this or not, but killing each other is illegal here. also, i'm kinda the one who put the snake rule up ; nice to meet you. his sentences were woven together in the airy way in which he usually spoke, which very much included going off topic here and there.

Percy would be wrong to assume that he had just gotten the black reptile that clung to his neck recently, or that he treated the other unkindly. the two had joined together from the start, with the serval wondering how the hell he had ended up here, and z ranting on about how much of a dumbass he was. the serpent could talk, clear as day, but he hated mortals, and anybody that wasn't even remotely interesting. he kept to himself, wrapped firmly around the white serval's neck, as if he was apart of the leader's choker. he didn't tend to move much, but when he did, it was noticed. the snake, after all, was quite big, and scary looking, with good reason, too. he could change shapes if he wanted to, as well, but that took too much time and effort. the creature in question would turn his cranium slightly, giving the returning member a crimson eyed once over. there was too much intelligence lurking in his gaze for him to be of a normal creature. the leader would clap his paws together, ruining the otherwordly's moment. cyrus? he was here for a spell, but i haven't seen him around, as of late! who knows, maybe he'll pop back up again.

I realized I probably should have done this in the first place, oops. In order to bring new members in, I've decided to host this mass adoptions sign up thingy. Feel free to offer up some spawn if you'd like!