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Unlike most who often came into the Silent Marsh, the mud seemed to repel from Mija's pristine ivory and orange tabby coat. Her steps never sinking into the mud as she gracefully navigates herself around the marshland, her schedule being checked off mostly for today as she soon finds herself catching the scent of the familiar crimson ichor lingering in the air. The cambion closes her forest green eyes momentarily before continuing forth towards the scent of the injured loner in their territory, soon finding the tiger waiting patiently as catching a wince cross his facial expression quite fast.

"Come with me, I'll get your name and business later." Mija's thick Japanese accented voice rumbles in a demand, flicking her tail as if to motion the male over to and closer spot to camp: somewhere where the ground wasn't as damp and it was cleaner so she could investigate his wounds. "Sit down." Despite the male's much larger appearance, there was no fear in the cambion's eyes: and not even death could cause fear within her strong-willed and reserved bones, except something happening to her children. God bless their crazed souls.

Mija needed none to protect her, no man or anything: and it obvious by just her pure aura that radiated off of her. Despite her gentle face which was young, it never really came to a smile unless it was towards her children or she had a reason to smile. Her job was more to her than anything else, she had no reason to let emotions get in her way as she did her business. The sageling presses her paws against the larger feline, moving fur with her bright ivory paws: with gentle applied pressure but swift before glancing at her old brown satchel along her side.

Though as Michael comes along, Mija shoots a glare at the new co-leader: the same distaste from weeks ago in her eyes before harshly forcing herself to look back at the lighter toned tiger. As much as she was a pacifist, she just wants to punch Michael in the face for talking to her Shinimi as he did. Trying to apply disgusting thoughts of violence in her already plagued children's heads while they were already plagued by the demon blood of her mother, ugh! The Japanese female plunders into her neatly organized satchel, looking for her herbs.

Ah! There they were. Cherville root, some cobnut for holding the poultice on, horsetail and just some bandages. Chewing up the Cherville root, she soon chews it into an poultice before adding the cobnut before gently placing it upon the bandaging. After having the Cherville root and cobnut chewed up, applying them onto multiple bandages: she soon adds horsetail onto the bandages before applying the bandages among the worst of his wounds. With the Cherville Root, it would help repel and heal any infections, cobnut helped keep the poultice tight and horsetail helped prevent anymore bleeding and the bandages was there for holding it all together.

As soon she finishes, Mija places the rest of the Cherville root, cobnut, horsetail and bandages back into her bandages as she used the amounts that she needed. Pulling out a leaf or two of Lamb's Ear, she nudges it forward in offering towards the tiger. "It'll help your strength," the Japanese female would begin as she soon stands up and straightens her posture. "I'm Mija Cor-Leonis. You're in Valhalla."

Slowly making her way upon her voyage towards the border which Michael and the Sanguine Ruins' ambassador, Garrus resided at. Though there was a quite distance between her and Michael, distaste still sour as sour candy and deep to her core. It did seem petty that she was still enraged about his saying those... things to her children but... really? Ugh. "Welcome friend." The thick Japanese accented female would respond as her feathery tail flicks faintly. "Would you like anything, water, rest or food?"

In all honesty, despite the nice but gloomy appearance: the Silent Marsh was kind of like a death trap in a way. There was often stray alligators, a mass variety of snakes which could even be poisonous and there was also a lot of poisonous plants that seemed much like medical herbs that were commonly used. Things that Mija was mostly trying to get rid was the poisonous plants that grew in the deep marshes, and who knew what else lingered in the depths of their home? As he rejects her offers in a nice way, Mija simply nods her head in understanding.

Though at his question, an ear flicks. "Yes, it is." Mija would respond, how she got such her thick accent from Japan must've been from one of her mother's reincarnation: she never really did get to know much about her mother. Yet the spirit was strong and haunting currently.

Michael. What did she want to give the co-leader, huh? Something to make him regret saying those words to her kids? No... what would be good for the heavily scarred tiger below her? Though her position made her seem powerful to make him look upon her, and kept her powerful vibe strong as ever. "Michael," The thick Japanese accent would begin as she stares down upon the male with forest green eyes before tilting her head slightly in thought. "I want you to host an training lesson, not spars or anything: just tips for defense in case someone is attacked. If others want, they can spar in their free time to freshen up their skills."

Her gaze soon shifts to Ysmus as he soon asks for an task or both, and a ear flicks. "Of course." Shifting her position to be more comfortable, she plunders her mind before speaking up once more as her thick accent rumbles towards the younger male. "Host an event within the group, it can be Trick-Or-Treating, a painting session or anything relaxing for the holiday spirits."

Great, some have already gathered. It seems as others can join in later during mid session, it would be of no worry to her. Mija knew she would need to get over her anger with Michael sooner or later, it just really ticked her off the scales from that one event- but she needed to be on good terms with the co-leader for less stress around Valhalla if the times do come. Reaching inside her satchel she pulls out both cobwebs and bandages before holding them up one by one before holding them both up. "This is cobwebs and bandages, pretty obvious: right?"

Her thick Japanese voice is thick with intelligence and seriousness for her job, as she nods at her own question before continuing. "These two are used for helping hold poultices together on wounds and bandages are used for more severe injuries, cobwebs are basically used when bandages are scarce." She pushes the bandages and cobwebs forth in case if anyone dares to take an closer look at them as she plunders into her bag and soon pulls out Goldenrod and Horsetail and replaces the location of the bandages and cobwebs with them. "Any questions before we move on to herbs that help cure infections, then talk about how you apply them?"

The Japanese accent didn't pass Mija, her forest green eyes lighting up a bit as finally a gentle smile soon pecks at her thin lips which often were glued in a straight line. Ichi... Her name was awkwardly, in spanish which meant 'My Daughter' and perhaps she should rename herself to something more... relative to her Japanese blood even if the Cor-Leonis wasn't from Japan. With those thoughts, they soon vanish as she glances at Michael despite the sour taste it leaves in her mouth as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Mija needs to get past this pettiness and probably soon discuss it over with Michael.

"You are welcome here," the thick accented voice of Mija would rumble as she shifts her gaze back to the male as she dips her head in response. Mija was fine with the silence, as she was often quiet and reserved but was also fine talking when introducing or teaching. "If you ever need me, just go where the plants smell strongest." It was indirect but also an very true statement, it was often the medic den or anywhere where she went the strong scent of Medicine always lingered onto her.

- a weekly exchange with sanguine ruins mayb?? bc they're strugglign with activity and to strengthen bonds with them

- prank wars!!! maybe a hub and the clan with most points win :)

- ooc and ic meet and greets are also really great!!

- maybe a group hunting session where they search for items and once they find the items listed, no more than one item every post and they get a badge?

tip: make sure during meetings to usually always @ their username so their roleplayer feels more welcomed that people remember their char joining! it's also nice to do this with promotions and having tldr's!!

The sky was dark and the only light was the bright full moon which shined brightly, it's flourishing moonlight glowering down upon Valhalla. The air cool and crispy as the winter was quickly falling upon the world of Agrelos though shadows were obvious around the medic den, otherworldly shadows that were manipulated as a gentle hum soon rumbles forth. "My final day, a sad view if we were being honest..." Her mother's voice, which caused an heavy sigh from the Sageling as she turns to face the towering hellhound before her at the entrance of her den. "Yes, it does seem so... the veil is growing stronger and it seems to finally be patching up now that October is passing."

The Japanese female shifts her gaze as she narrows her forest green gaze upon her mother's demonic presence. "Why did you never go back to get me from Blizzardclan? ...Why did you become a demon?" Questions that plagued her thoughts for oh so long, and needed a answer: something that Mija actually didn't have an answer for despite how smart she does act. Though it seems as the questions cause the hellhound to glance away, head lowered as she shakes her head in response as there was no answer to it. "Power."

A frown creases in her face as she scoffs at the response, shaking her head in faint disgust. "Power is nothing but child's play." Or was it? Mija loved when Michael had to look up at her when he wanted to learn from her from their herb training, or request a prompt but it could just be the pure hatred that boiled her blood when he came around? The Sageling brushes her paws off as she moves forth to the entrance, her mother stepping out the way as Mija glances at the moon and suddenly an old dusty book falls down the sky. Upon landing strangely, it was open in about split in about half: an ancient witchcraft book and a obsidian feather which shadows ripple off. Poe, those were Poe's feathers!

The medic moves forth, grabbing the feather wedged between the book as she closes her eyes and inhale deeply. Poe... her poor companion, where was he now? Why were there so many answers that needed to be answered that didn't have answers she could find out? Her forest green eyes open once more as she glances at her mother who stands at the entrance of the medic den, shadows which consumed the spiritual form flickering as black liquid slowly drips from the giant lupine's jaws. The liquid black as tar drips to the ground, dark crimson eyes glowering upon her as soon a large headache soon rushes forth.

Come, come! Come little Mija, play with us!

No. I will not fall for your mockery.

But Poe misses you! So does your Pa, Caesarion and everyone else! Come forth: just don't let anything bother you anymore.

No, I said no and I will not repeat myself.

The mere presence of the demonic figure upon her was crushing her, watching her mother's sweet and old voice become distorted with the evil within. Power? Power was nothing, nothing! Closing her eyes tightly, the scent of blood rushes to her nose as she opens her eyes to see that her nose bleeds were back once more and the mixture of crimson and black pigmented blood stained the ground underneath her. Mija's teeth grit together as she covers her ears with her paws, curved claws digging into tufts of fur around her ears. Shut up, shut up.

But the voices chanted, promising deals that could tempt anyone: voices distorted as it was as the world screamed at her to submit to the demonic blood which filled her veins. It was taking every will within her bones to not submit to the voices, to make them shut up, she would do anything to make them shut up. But... her children? Zerachiel, Deshi, Ayami, Shinimi? She needed to be strong for them... she needed to show them not to submit to the voices of the demon within them, but it was unbearable. The agonizing pain that shot through her body, almost painful enough to make her cry into submission.

I give up, stop, stop... just... leave my children alone...

It seemed as just as her submission was submitted, the clock had hit 12'o clock and there voices were gone and Mija was out upon the ground. It isn't long til she stirs once more a few hours later, an grunt of pain as she finds herself pulling herself to her paws and her coat is black: a total difference from the stark ivory and dark shaded tangerine coat of her temporary feline body. Mija glances around momentarily as she sighs heavily, her headache finally fading as her thoughts train to her children. Her children... Michael... Michael? What did Michael have to do with her children? A frown creases in her face before shock quickly replaces her expression. No, hell no! Michael was the... father? That... fool... How? Why? He was obviously drunk but why would she even think about having a one-night stand with him? This was too much... she needed to just sleep this all way...

tldr: mija meets with her mom's spirit again, tries to find out why she never came back for her once more to care for her instead to leaving her to grow up alone as a orphan and being adopted by her mom's best friend. at 12:00 gets closer, the demon within begins to react violently as she starts to get her nose bleeds and the voices as a child come back and her mom encourages it as she passes out. upon passing out, she is in a totally different body and has her powers back and gets her memories back :^)

Mija used to always get sick so easily when she was a child, but she wasn't sure if she did still as it had been a while since she really helped someone sick. Most of her patients were wounded and rarely were they sick, or it was just a simple sickness and they really never stuck around long enough to get her sick. Enemies? That was something that didn't... phase Mija, she had no worries if enemies tries to capture her or anything: it was just a plain pitiful reason and the pacifist had no real reason to bother with it.

Did she know of him? She never even saw him join Valhalla in all honesty, but it was most likely because she was busy taking care of her five little demons. "In honesty? No." The thick Japanese accented feline would state, a ear twitching as she tilts her head faintly before speaking up once more. "Did you recently join?"