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  • a flower made of iron — joining

    The world smelled of ash and flames and fire, as if a wildfire was burning, destroying, swallowing wood and taking lives as if they were candy. Asterin cringed a little, but held her ground as she padded through the icy void with nothing but the howling wind accompanying her, reminding her that it was going to be okay and that she was not afraid. It was just snow, just snow, and so the silver she wolf wandered on. She was careful, so careful not to step onto a pile of twigs or anything of the like. Murderers, there were murderers in these forests and she had to stay away. Her instincts screamed at her, told her to get the hell out and find somewhere safe but there was nowhere. She had nowhere to go. She was lost. The cold shook her bones, and they felt hollow. Just as her stomach did. Empty and gone— she couldn't even remember the last meal. The last time she drank fresh water, crisp and clean on her tongue.

    She walked on anyways. Her fur, her once moonlight silver fur was caked with mud and dirt and twigs, her shining blue eyes now the ghost of the brilliance they once were. Starvation took its toll on her muscles as well, nothing but brittle bones and rough skin and patchy fur left in its wake. She sighed gently through her nose, careful not to make too much of a movement; something that would cost her. Sighing took energy, and she was using that for travel. It also alerted predators exactly where she was, and in the midst of an uncanny winter in what was expected to be summer, she did not want to take her chances. Not when some were starving, just as she was. She moved her jaw ever so slightly as she opened the small satchel that rested around her shoulder, pulling out the tiniest of pieces of dried meat and savoring the salt against the warmth of her mouth. Water, she needed water, but there was none. Water was not able to be carried, unlike the cobwebs and marigold and dandelion and the assortment of meats and jewels she carried so easily in her satchel. Jewels. She could trade jewels for water— but there were no merchants. Not out here. Perhaps in a clan—

    No. She had abandoned clanlife long ago, long before she had chosen the life of a loner. Her family, she did not know if they were still alive, nor did she particularly care. She had not grown to know them, not like she should have, and the only thing they shared was blood. It did not increase the likelihood of forming a relationship, as much as those around her water to believe. She raised her chin a bit higher now, her nostrils tingling at a quaint scent. It was not of a loner, no, but rather a bunch of creatures banded together. The smells danced together, and they were mixed with pine and lavender and she could almost taste the buttery warmth of the sun. The sun. Where there was the sun, there was food, and where there was food, there was water.

    She kept going, oblivious to the fact that the scent came from a clan. She just assumed it was a group of loners sharing resources and nothing more or less. And she had jewels, just a few, but enough to buy her a decent weapon and water and fresher meat. She grinned a bit, but did not allow the comforting satisfaction to take her for long. No, arrogance would do her no good. Not right now.

    And so she waited, waited for a border patrol or something. Something to help her, and she feared that this.. group would be hostile. Not that she would be too hurt, she did not stand much of a chance physically, but she kept her wits about her. Just in case.

  • a flower made of iron — joining

    Careful, she was walking on a dangerous and thin line. She did not move did not shift her gaze, but kept her paws ready and back lowered, just in case she needed to make a quick escape. Despite the slimness of lack of nutrition, she was still swift enough to get away, and so she watched through icy eyes as she waited. Waited for the fox to say something, before he spoke the cold, hard, truth. It reverberated throughout her brittle bones and forced the hair on her neck to rise. A clan, and yet they weren't being hostile. Weren't treating her like an outsider. Unusual.

    She swallowed, allowing her gaze to instinctively search for any exits, weaknesses, or anything of the like. The second male, was also quite skinny. He looked a little like she did, but not.. he did not appear to be starving. The fox however, he seemed well-fed, a rarity in the midst of winter. There had to be somewhere else then, somewhere with food that was more than dried meats and herbs. The apprentice took a step forwards, her gaze filled with such a coldness so that it seemed that winter had been trapped in her eyes, and she flicked an ear.

    "I'm starving, as you can probably see." The female gestured to her stomach, the organ not grumbling anymore. When it did, she wasted energy, and so all there was was a sharp, stabbing pain in replacement. She shuddered, albeit not visibly. "Do you have any food to spare? And warmth," there was nothing in her eyes other than a cruel will to live. To survive. It wasn't that she didn't want to feel— but her well being was her top priority as of the current moment.

    "I have jewels."

  • a flower made of iron — joining

    Stormy eyes shot to Imperia, calculating every weakness, every movement, awaiting the next and predicting. She did nothing to stop it, nothing to pretend she wasn't searching for any possible way to kill her. Not that she wanted to — no, that was unnecessary and the other two would likely kill Asterin in return. With her situation regarding her physical strength, she would lose. And so, she did not allow her arrogance or pride to take over, and met the female's eyes. Not particularly a challenge, there was something submissive, kind, in the way that the girl smiled at her. But most wore masks— the smile could be fake. She marked that mentally, too.


    "I don't speak your language, Imperia Arceneau." She did not understand. Mademoiselle. For all Asterin knew, it could have been an insult. She doubted it, remembering the smile Imperia had so easily offered her. She shifted her gaze, lifting her chin and taking a step forwards. A clan. Clanlife. She wasn't sure she was ready.


    "Asterin." Aster spoke flatly, not returning the smile as she gingerly entered past the border. The scent was stronger here, and it was almost like she could smell wildflowers. Jasmine. But it wasn't possible, no flowers could live— she stopped in her tracks. Stairs, stairs to.. islands. Floating islands. She shifted, not with discomfort, but rather excitement. Even she could not hold in the movement, even she, forged from wildfires and hurricanes and tragedy could not hide it. Shield it. She even wanted to smile, but she wouldn't. Not here. Not now.


    "Then show me, Imperia." Asterin met her gaze again, her eyes still lit up from the butterflies that rolled in her chest. It could take weeks, months to explore every island. Every territory. There were mountains, rainforests, plains in the sky. And the clouds, she could imagine them feeling like silk. She had never felt a cloud before. "Show me it all."

  • plot with sweetophelia? [v. june]

    maybe aster could b her apprentice & sweet could play an almost big sister kinda role in aster's life? she's been alone for most of her lifetime & i think a close friend/family like figure would be great for her development!

  • PLOT WITH ASTERIN

    hey all, i have asterin here & i'm open to basically everything except litters & death


    asterin is a bit hotheaded, bold, quite brave and is used to living on her own if that helps w/ anything, i'm rlly looking for long term plots but threads are great too!

  • BLIZZARDCLAN CHATTING/PLOTTING THREAD

    hey everyone


    omg templates,, i dont know how to center everything w/o it being the WEIRD center and kJNAKJ sometimes they dont work if u even space something wrong its so frustrating but it also might just be the fact that i have no clue how 2 code

  • KITTEN LEGS & SPANDEX || open; joining

    Voices beckoned Asterin, and the she wolf's ears perks with ease. The sounds — voices — were not familiar, and she had only heard one ever since she joined herself. Most of her time had been spent searching the territory for exits, for places to hide, anything that would protect her from the harsh reality of their world. The one flaw about Blizzardclan, albeit breathtaking, was the floating islands. The stairs were the only exit, unless one had wings, if the concrete stairs were destroyed.. she'd be trapped. The fragile part of her quaked at the thought of being caged in like a savage.


    Wildyonder. From the looks of it, he didn't seem very wild. Asterin was coated in a beastly type of wildness that even clanlife couldn't tame, and it glinted in her stormy blue eyes and silver fur. And despite all her ruggedness, maybe in another world she could be beautiful. Beautiful like a storm was, perhaps.


    Her approach was near silent, the gentle crunch of grass the only indication of her approach as she scanned the male with an empty stare. He seemed harmless, and Asterin shot a glance in Jerseyboy's direction. She agreed with him — there was no room for being lenient, not when they had enemies everywhere. The silver wolf pursed her lips a tiny bit, flicking an ear as she spoke, "you abandoned your family." She spoke flatly, not bothering with pleasantries. How selfish it was— to save himself before saving them. She didn't know him, she couldn't assume, but who was to say he wouldn't abandon them?


    She couldn't speak her thoughts aloud, however, and let her stone gaze settle on the joiner's figure once more. "Asterin."

  • HOUSES OF THE HOLY — PRIVATE, ASTERIN

    Asterin liked night, when the darkness still coated the earth like a solid blanket of void and stars, remnants of past day that somehow became symbolic of hope. She didn't hope — not when she lived in this bitter world. And so, she prayed for a night with no stars, with the exception of the moon. A black night was easier to travel in, to stay away from predators, and so she prayed. She prayed everyday, but it never came. And so as the day dwindled to an end, she abandoned her post as a warrior and became a hunter. The she wolf searched, searched for a prey that was clean, fresh, and would satisfy her endless hunger. It was not winter here. She did not need to eat as much to sustain her body, not when she had crisp water and the warmth of the summer sun to bask in days on end. Part of her missed her old life. Her old life when she was free. When she could kill whoever whenever she wanted, but it was not blood she craved. She craved freedom.


    "You're a shit hunter," her voice was rough, a dagger against the buttery sunset and colorful wildflowers that made the scene seem like a painting. The canine traced his figure with her cerulean eyes, weighing the threat of the tuxedo cat and deciding that she was ultimately going to win any fight he put up. But, she still kept her distance, just in case she was surprised.


    The silver wolf did not bother introducing herself to the strange male, noting that he was a Blizzardclanner just by his scent. If he wasn't, he'd be dead already for hunting on their territory. Taking a step towards him, Aster stood in the sunlight that revealed her completely. Her form was more muscular now, still painted in lines of past starvation and thirst, but better. Her eyes glinted like a sword, sharp and vicious. She wasn't stunning, no, but after cleaning herself up.. she shone like the sun with a rugged and untamed sort of beauty even the civilized effects of clanlife couldn't tame.


    "I suggest you go back to camp before dark, if you can't even handle a rat, I doubt you'd be able to handle an enemy." Her voice was airy, and Asterin slid past the male as her eyes searched the brush for the rat that had escaped. She had found it, quaking beneath a pile of bramble, but did not bother with it. She wasn't hungry, anyways.