Posts by harvey reynolds

the warmth of the womb compared to the cold of the cruel world was terrifyingly different. especially when you were born five days premature, and suddenly, you're being robbed of your safety, only to be delivered into a realm which could kill you anytime it desired.

the fourthborn remained silent as he entered the world. he didn't waste time wailing, but instead, he savored this freedom. stretching damp, sticky legs, feeling with satisfaction a cracking similar to a glowstick, a yawn shaking his throat, almost seeming bored in such an important event, the small bastard. the boy breathed in life, his soul shuddering with the crisp air of late spring.

he was fairly healthy for a child born early, his heart pumping rich blood and his lungs devouring oxygen greedily. though he didn't cry, he wasn't mute, and soon instead of being silent his vocal chords would become sore with talking and telling stories. but what was more of an attention-thief was his fur. a pelt that wasn't like his species, and as a result he would always become somewhat mesmerized by his siblings' beautiful coats, for he could not see the pale snow-white of his own. he could not view for himself the gold and silver that laced him like a decoration, a sunlight stealer and a moonlight consumer. the very view of a faraway alpenglow seemed to line him and his soul almost perfectly.

the child began to move. not towards mar and his littermates, but away, trying to locate the other blizzardclanners through sealed eyelids. he found his father, making a complete loop to try and stand on wolfsbane's paws. his stomach did growl in it's place and almost barked with hunger, but he proved to overpower it, his curiousity of the world too much to let a simple request from his body for food halt his adventure. looking up, he mewed quietly, a greeting, then continued to attempt and move up the larger creature's limb.

ferris could teach harvey some swear words? and then he bashes his nose into something and yells "fUCK" real loud?? and ferris stands to the side nodding his head in approval? how did i think of this rip me

harvey approached the newly appointed leader with curiousity. he had taken a interest in politics, though it hadn't been seen yet. no, it was still bubbling at his mind violently, telling him to pursue experience in the study of other groups. adrenaline tingled at his paws as he padded down the stairs, the material of the steps not willing to mix in. was this a joiner? or perhaps a polite opponent? these questions burst through the unstable canvas of his mind, and it drew him ever nearer.

the child halted in front of cometophilia, a questioning glaze coming across the deep blues of his optics. "bienvenue, puis-je vous aider?" it was clear he was carelessly talking to the femme in a language she might not know. flinching, as if about to be hit, he corrected himself, "ah, i mean, bonjour, how may i help you?" great. he had stumbled over his words in front of a leader, looking foolish and unworthy of conversation. while he wanted strongly to cry and further embarass himself, he stayed steady, looking up at graveclan's empress, glad he had fur on his burning ears.

beautiful and harvey could be friends and come up with theories of beautiful's past? i'm down for a deeper plot though!

he had noticed that lincoln didn't react to quiet movements, and struggled with his blindness. but the child wasn't aware that he didn't know this already, and so he had never brought it up with his brother. harvey interacted with his siblings cautiously, as he could handle a fellow clanmate becoming upset with him, but the idea of his kin angered by him was unbearable. stumbling to sit beside the other clouded leopard, he watched him steadily.

"bonjour, lincoln! how're ya?" he struggled not to burst out in french, and so his speech was strained and odd. a smile sat upon his young lips, trying to analyze the expression on his littermate's face. he noted that he seemed to be searching. but for what? a sea of inquiries splashed across his mind, almost foaming out of his mouth in a heavy storm.

//eyyy i can shoot you a pm and we could try to fix the fancypost if you'd like!

having heard the nervous exclamation, his head whipped up from his notebook and his writing, almost instantly intrigued by the call. settling the papers and quill down, he bounded over. he may have been a kid whom loved literature, but just behind that small hobby was the wings of a social butterfly. no matter how hard he tried to rip them off of him, they would always grow back. curiousity tortured his soul, and biting the inside of his mouth, sucking the beads of blood produce, he bounded over.

the child dipped his head in greeting, noticing with a hint of sympathy skitz's shyness, he introduced, "salut! i'm harvey reynolds." while it wasn't the most polite greeting, he stepped back, trying to make a good first impression. every movement became stressed and ginger, afraid of scaring off this new possible friend.

he's trembling. it's not because of fear of confrontation, but rather of death. he was clueless to this group's general morals, and so he was clueless to whether or not he could be killed on the spot. or if they rejected them, and he had to make the trek back home to blizzardclan fearing an ambush. nevertheless, his whole body quaked, his muscles tense as his brain screamed at them to stop.

it must have looked foolish, for a young boy to stand on the border of the elite's territory, afraid.

and he hated it. he hated the fact he was shaking, he hated the fact he was a newcomer to this group's culture. every heartbeat he became more frustrated with himself, his mind slowly becoming stressed. silently, his optics displayed his plea for some kind of creature to walk by him. and among these emotions, awe rose on him like wings, every atom of his being overflowing with respect for this ancient community.

the small clouded leopard awoke from the torture brought upon him by himself, just enough to notice he wasn't going anywhere without calling out and asking for another presence. steadying himself, forcing himself not to speak in french, he cried out, "i'm harvey, here to join! 'ello!"

thin shoulders rhythmically swayed as he came to the front of the ever-growing crowd that had surrounded the newcomer. a small smile and expression that clearly displayed his intrigue perched on his young complexion. this stranger, who had just announced herself as vivienne, was beautiful in his eyes. it wasn't the kind of opinion someone who had a romantic interest had, but rather a kind of respectful observance that could be the beginning of inspiration. definitely, it was nothing to do with romance, but rather he already felt as if she was a motherly figure to him, albeit he hadn't even introduced himself to her.

settling in front of vivienne, he grinned up at her, a childish smile that clearly veiled the knowledge that had collected in his mind. it was a trait he had, to look like an utter fool and hide what he knew; the dreams of the sun and the moon, the nightmares that haunted him, the words he had heard, saw, and spoken. his voice held no maturity as he greeted the lioness, his sentence's important diluted by the squeak and strain of his tones. "bienvenue, vivienne! i'm harvey reynolds, nice to meet you!"

detecting the others near his mother's den, he hurried over to sit next to bennett. a panic attack? looking his brother over, concern clouded his expression. he didn't know a thing about calming someone down. monsters loomed in his mind, whispering of him being a horrible brother. a lump gathering at his delicate throat, he still gazed at the other boy with swimming optics.

unluckily for jerseyboy, mar's words sent his teary glance towards him, rapidly shifting into a glare. "what did you do to ben? what did you do?" his french accent was dead and cold. the anger he had been bottling up recently foamed at his maw uncontrollably, a tongue of fire letting loose. "mère is not coddling him. he's having a panic attack." more tears bubbled at his eyes, fear racing through his heart as he stalked from his littermate's side to face the other male. demons of rage burst through him with a terrifying force, these small comments fueling them forwards. he was overreacting, but he was oblivious to it, his mind quaking inside him with an otherworldly sorrow and protectiveness.

//ic opinions :') + tbh i wanted to try out an angry harvey

his glare subsided at the voice of mar, turning into one of hidden emotions, mute shame blinding him. around him, everyone became invisible, and his fur turned into flesh. the stare wasn't because of the simple attempt to ease his anger, but whenever he looked back at his brother, he didn't see bennett. no, he observed a boy laying in a bed with bandages clinging to his head. his eyes widened at this image. harvey knew this lad — his name was at the tip of his tongue. while he contemplated, he uttered, his mouth giving him the answer, "jacob?" to those around him, he looked stupid saying this. but at the name the human perked up.

an illusion of the past.

then it hit him. a harsh truth, as memories of something once forgotten flashed in his head. a rock, blood, trying to defend himself. and then, a loud scream, as a man — his father? — rebuked him. if you're going to be a man, don't cry. you've already fucked this day up, son. pacific orbs stared at his brother with shock. he still saw the wounded child, and fear stirred in his heart. "i'm sorry jacob, i'm so sorry." he looked down at his hands which were not paws and clenched them. trapped. he was trapped in this blast from the past, unaware that he was harvey. no, he was someone different at that time. and around him, he was no longer being haunted by a monster, but rather becoming one. this wasn't blizzardclan, this was new york.