Posts by harvey reynolds

while his heart had been racing for the past few days, it seemed only to accelerate when he saw his mother at the edge of a cliff. that was dangerous, so dangerous, and it sent off alarms in his head. he could understand the idea of wanting to see the view, but this was too close.

approaching the others, sitting farther away from them, he observed the four. with a questioning look, wondering of why this location was such a good place for conversation, he didn't realize the true reason mar was there. the child had once considered running away and dying, but was too afraid that someone would capture him and put him through misery before he died. as he gazed at his mother steadily, he was oblivious to her pain, his soul trying to tell him what was happening but failing.

the statement was accurate. from what harvey heard, the elite used to be a powerful group who succeeded greatly. their members were now scarce, but the child was still happy to be apart of the few who had remained or joined.

moving closer, he sighted gabriel reading a note. having also been curious, with that curiousity propelled by the appearance of writing, he walked over, looking down at the paper. "this sounds fun," the boy stated, a blank canvas of words beside the obvious intrigue lining it. he had never been to, or heard of, the rebellion of terminus, so of course, he immediately headed in the direction he assumed was the allies' territory.

so this was it? after a long hike. many wrong turns, and more dead ends than he could ever imagine, he arrived, weary of paw and trying to calm down his heaving lungs. plopping ungracefully upon the ground, he studied his surroundings. it looked eye-catching at the least, the rides towering over them, lightly clawing against the sky.

turning towards the others, he dipped his head in greeting. "bonjour, i'm harvey reynolds. i'm from the elite." the clouded leopard was unsure of whether or not he should speak of blizzardclan, as he didn't have enough time to wonder if they were allies, neutral, or enemies before he arrived. an awkward, greeting smile set on his face.

resisting the urge to flinch at the appearance of the reindeer, but remaining calmer than he expected, he nodded. sugarpea seemed kind and welcoming, and he gradually began to become more relaxed. she wouldn't hurt him, or at least he thought so.

smiling up at her, trying to seem as friendly as possible in return, he replied, "thank you sugarpea!" as he was asked his favorite food, he paused, wondering. he didn't eat much and found it a waste of time, especially when he wanted his siblings to eat so they would be full and not hungry, but his diet was mostly coffee, even at his young age. "i don't have a favorite food, but coffee tastes good!" hoping that she wouldn't look down on his choice — he would be terrified to know someone knew he forced himself to drink coffee in order to stay awake — his cerulean gaze focused on sugarpea, pupils wavering at random to glance off into the distance at the gargantuan mansion.

the weather was beautiful to go out and escape a room of thoughts and words. it was inevitable that even though he would write and craft poems for hours, especially at night, beautiful weather was not to be ignored. at the lovely, melodic notes of singing birds, and the filtered sunlight that splashed down onto the wooden floor pure and gentle, harvey peered out of his window to consider going outside. seeing the trees in a dawn light as soft as a babe's skin, he decided to abandon the cold dwelling. descnding down from the desk where he was previous perched, careful not to spill the ink jar that rattled violently as his lightweight paws left the platform, he hurried down the stairs and out the door.

truly, it was a glorious sight, as if angels themselves had come down and walked without taint on nature. almost holy in a certain way. he inhaled untouched, crisp air, and as it surged into his lungs, the ghost of a smile graced his features. it wasn't the smile he gave to the moving creatures, but rather one that praised the trees and the grass. dancing along the main island, relishing the broken canopy of leaves above his skull, he came across a small, isolated place. elderly oaks reached down, breaking through dirt, but snug between them was a house.

fascinated by this little surprise, he came to the doorstep. a crimson door set askew, cracked open. slipping inside, ready for an honest apology if someone was to be in there, he glanced around, deep blue gaze studying the house. his paws settled on the material further in the empty dwelling.

everything was neat, orderly, and a wonderful sight, until his optics trailed to the floor. there lied a pile of yarn and the shattered remains of a vase once crowned with flowers. confused and becoming more anxious by the second, he said, his voice exiting the front door, "is anyone there?"

//wOW hello muse

along came the clouded leopard, his quartz white pelt appearing quickly. while he was young, he moved with an elegance. fear, as he had so often experienced, was not in his heart as he approached the caracal. a friendly grin curved up the edge of his lips, as his deepsea gaze prowled the basket. "thank you, ceasefire. i believe we briefly saw eachother at the rebellion's show, it is a pleasure to meet you again. if i may, i'll try to return the favor. however, i'm not someone of power here, so i'll wait for them to arrive." the boy's words were not frequently spoken by those his age, yet they were of higher tones, almost making him appear to be mocking the great scholars of history as his squeaky voice sounded. a nod moved his cranium and he seated himself, awaiting another elite member.

yooo harvey and harrison could have a thread! maybe they could make herb planters for the rest of the clan and give them out?

okay!! would it be private or open? or maybe a few posts in we could make it open??

i'm not done with school + i'm homeschooled and i was up doing math at 6 in the morning :0

dun dun dunn

this was bad. this was horrible, in fact. as lincoln's reply reached his ears, he watched in utter shock as his poor brother went to huddle against the wall. he stood there helpless, watching as erie went to comfort him. how he wanted to join in with the soothing words, but the last time he had seen his siblings upset, he had gotten too angry.

backing away, fear racing inside of him until he was sure his heart would burst through his ribcage and flesh, he disappeared into the crowd. useless. the boy went to sit down in the back, peering out from the side, his head lowered in guilt and the desire to help, but his legs kept steady. he would not let himself make things worse. harvey hated what was happening with the other child, to be told he was blind and would never see. it was a cruel, cruel world, and he bit his lower lip as he wished that destiny hadn't attacked such an innocent soul.

vanitas could beat up this dude? he could also crack one of his teeth and break a few of his ribs?

alrighty! i'll make an open thread if that's okay :')!!

sure! i'll tag you in it once i'm done!!

i'll take one too <33!

bounding over, the slightest hint of recognition danced across his face. he had seen pierce as a serval, but was taken by surprise when he announced his identity. "oh?" he muttered, shifting to settle in front of the vice-leader. "what happened? i thought you were a serval!" teasing was tucked into the folds of his words, a confused yet joyful smile hanging on his maw.

shifting to stand taller, his shoulders angled at a proud position, he hid any negative emotion deep in his heart. yes, he was very tired and weary, but he wouldn't let anyone detect it. you don't deserve pity. harvey's cordial expression became a burden. all he wanted to do was frown. but pierce seemed so nice and was probably confused as well, and he would not let his own problems get in the way of this meet and greet. "ah, allô, pierce! i almost forgot everything. i'm harvey reynolds!" another mistake made by him. acting as if it was nothing more than youth and innocence that caused his mind to spin off-track, his eyes remained on the vulpine.

he was lost. how he managed to take such a wrong turn from the elite back to blizzardclan was not known, but by some random occurrence he had landed in a whole different group: the cartel.

a pale white pelt flickered from the jungle trees, moving slowly, unsure of his direction. but there was no violent paranoia and fear, only the determination that perhaps he would arrive home safely. oh, a lost child's greatest hope. sadly, he would not make it to his doorstep without a scratch and worse. sea-kissed opticals scanned this new biome with moderate interest, their glint a captor of the dying sun. somewhere, an owl mocked his upcoming misfortunes, laughing in his species' speech at this stranger.

settling down his front paws, the little boy froze, aware of a gentle rustling. ears stretched, locking in every sound they could catch. harvey's chilled orbs turned to the bushes. there, the leaves quaked and stirred, disturbed by something. he had been taught lessons such as never to talk to strangers outside of blizzardclan territory, and he had already failed to follow this classic rule.

"who is there?" he bluntly stated, the warning numbly injecting into his mind. he would not give such a kind tone to someone he did not know was friendly, especially at sunset on the journey home. but then again, it could be his imagination, because after all, he had hallucinations and this could be one of them.

VANITAS !  
//sorry for the museless post! i'm tired, but i will definitely try to post better once the plot starts to get moving :')

green! ahh good luck with making the threads and the ooc task <33

yooo welcome to blizzardclan!! feel free to hmu about threads or any questions!

m'kay watch me try to dump angst onto harvey,, i hope i can base this plot around the thoughts after being beaten up and not just the injuries ;0

would you like me to make the thread between ferris and harvey or are you?? and oml this will be awesome