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okay guys, an attempt is about to be made !!
after fancypost + tag adjustments
It was morning, the sun slowly journey to its skyward throne and casting its golden hue through the glistening trees. It seemed like a typical beautiful day, casual and lounge-worthy, not a cloud in sight. For once the birds were chirping and the sky was a vivid blue, the brisk air further creating a perfect start to what appeared to be a perfect day. Yet nature was deceiving and an issue lurked for those who further ventured, a deep fault in what could otherwise be declared a masterpiece.
One the edge of the territory there was a scene that told a different story. Dribbled blood scattered across the canyon's fallen rocks and bits of the crimson liquid leached into the sand. There were drag indents through the sediment, claws marks raked through tree bark, and further signs of an desperate struggle. The soft familiar scent of vanilla and lavender linked to Glasshouse lingered, matched with large tufts of white fur, yet hints of her perpetrator would remain untraceable. No strange blood, no foreign scents, no indicator of what struck the frail color-point the previous night. One thing was certain, Glasshouse was nowhere to be found.
Her brows would only further crease at such response, her blue oculars steadying to a firm glare. Despite the nerves that still lingered and the fear that controlled her heart with rapid palpitations, her exterior seemed to grow more controlled and defensive. The tension felt suffocating, a deep breath of smoky frustration and electricity shared between the two. This was no longer someone she could trust, that was becoming increasingly evident. "Goodbye, Bravo." She'd speak this flatly, her ears swiveling to rest against her skull. There were so many things she wished to say and do, but maybe another time. Family this traitor was not. With that, the saboteur would turn on a point and head back toward the canyon. Fuck this, they were going to stomp the Veil like the little creepy crawlers they were.
She'd been resting, her lilac paws dangling over the prison steps as she basked in the morning sun. It seemed like a typical day, things had settled down and even felt.. tranquil. Yet things were about to change, weren't they? The familiar voice would nip at her ears, their velvety surface swiveling with disbelief as the associated name surfaced. Lockdown? The silky furred feline would pop up to a stand, curious steps carrying her closer to investigate. Was he actually back or perhaps she'd drifted off to some weird half-dream state. It wasn't that she disliked the ocelot, he was a confident and bold guy that overall helped get the Exiles to where it needed to be. Even if that meant convincing her to step down, she understood his reasoning. It just made their interactions feel a little awkward, forced and fake. That being said, his sudden disappearance certainly flashed red flags and even she feared for his safety.
"Where've you been hiding?" She'd manage, trying her best to make a soft joke. Regardless of her soft grudge toward the wildcat, she was glad to see he was alive. Between the plague and the Veil, she hadn't been sure if he'd made it through much of November.
The last thing the color-point wanted was for her half-sibling to feel unwelcome, that was quite the opposite of her intentions. Despite the uncertainty that still lingered, the lilac and white female still longed for family and close knit relationships. It seemed she'd been clinging onto Belial all this time, using the ebony leopard for her social punching bag if you will, confiding in him and depending on him entirely for her daily social needs. It wasn't that it was necessarily a negative thing, although probably not considered all that mentally healthy. Creating additional bonds, especially with true family, would be ideal. Yet how? Having never been around her siblings much, and having never possessed many friends, Glasshouse was quite puzzled on how to form proper connections.
Ears perking up as the mentioning of a game penetrated her wall of focused thoughts, a glimmer of hope would twinkle in her bright blue oculars. "Game sounds delightful, what were you thinking?" Hopefully spin the bottle wasn't the activity in mind.
Amaya. Sister. The caraval was her half-sibling, it was just something she had yet to mentally accept. Cerulean orbs settling on her, Glasshouse would take a spot next to the small wildcat and offer a gentle smile. There had been a couple meet and greets lately but socialization within the clan was important and would hopefully bring everyone together. Besides, she hadn't really participated in the last few interaction events and really needed to break such habit. Perhaps they could make a game out of this or something! "Glasshouse, for those that don't know me." ... Or remember her.
Her brows would remain furrowed with uncertainty, skepticism still lingering. She supposed it wasn't impossible for this stranger to be related to her, although a half sibling was a little close for comforts. It wasn't that she doubted Amaya, merely that she faintly hoped she was incorrect. Blinking, the color-point would remain awkwardly silent. How was she supposed to feel? Perhaps considered deceased through most of the years following her birth, she nonetheless associated her siblings accompaniment with horrid memories. Would this be any better? "Well, uhm. I guess you found her. Welcome. Its-- Its nice to meet you." What should she say? Her throat was growing dry with nerves, her weight shifting uncomfortably on her paws. She supposed only time would tell, they'd have to play catch up later. "Perhaps I could give you a tour or something?" It wasn't that she lacked excitement, merely that she was also quite worried.
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Bright cornflower oculars would rest on the newcomer, her gentle stare tracing over the other feline in a silent evaluation. Up until recently she'd been the only small cat dwelling in the canyon, but it was nice having some members around that were her own size. She'd never been that successful with making friends but it was even more difficult if that potential creature was significantly larger than she was. Flickering a single velvety ear, the dainty she-cat would settle down besides Vel and await a proper response.
Whoops, was she late? Embarrassment would cause a soft hue of pink to surface to her lilac cheeks. "Thank you, Belial." Despite only catching the final few minutes of the meeting, the congratulation comment from Devo didn't go unnoticed. Settling next to the other feline, Glasshouse would offer the female a soft nod which accompanied her usual smile. So far all the newer members seemed rather likable, although it was nice having another she-cat to talk to, sometimes the foul-tongued males were difficult to connect with. As for the Kinship Circle, her opinion remained quite neutral. She refused to attend the party simply because she knew how others viewed the Exiles, but it was nonetheless a kind offer, she supposed.
New Years party? The female's brow would furrow in contemplation, her gaze shifting down toward her paws. That sounded quite fun, truthfully, yet she understood the likelihood of the event turning sour was quite high. The Exiles weren't exactly the most favored group in Agrelos, their ruthless reputation being their primary social downfall. She'd never forget that look of disapproval and disgust she'd encountered upon greeting proclanners at the Valhalla border, they were beyond appalled. Ebony nose twitching, the feline would lightly shake her head as a silent answer to her personal attendance. As much as she would love to manage some new friendships from new locations, it just didn't seem possible given the current circumstances. Besides, with newcomers popping in left and right it wasn't like she couldn't make new connections here in the canyon.
Apart from confrontation, being in uncomfortably low temperatures topped her list of displeasure. Perhaps ironic seeing as her ice manipulation flared up whenever situations became heated, but she'd much prefer being too warm to being too cold. Yet the start of winter didn't truly register in her mind until she was capable of seeing her own breath, the small clouds that formed with each huff being a signal that scarf season was in full swing. So, with the lace scarf gifted to her by Yptix months prior, the color-point would quickly scurry toward the fire and its reverberating heat. This could be a nice little get-together, maybe share stories and toast marshmallows? Sounded nice and cozy. While she acknowledged the alcohol Belial had pulled from his not-so-secret stash, she didn't bother it with much attention. She'd never been interested or drawn toward the substance, not after her father mistakenly drank antifreeze instead of liquor and began convulsing in camp. Needless to say, it covered and scarred any temptations she'd ever developed.
Her cerulean orbs would nervously flicker to each member as they conversed about monsters and other random banter her mind was too preoccupied to fully process. While she'd passed several milestones regarding improvement of her timid behavior, situations like this still flared her anxiety quite dramatically. Throat growing increasingly dry from the stress and heart already palpitating at a quickened pace, the feline glanced up at Belial with pleading blue oculars. It was because of him that her skittish tendencies and stuttering diminished, it was like his stronger aura naturally calmed hers. Inhaling sharply, the female had parted her ebony lips to speak but was interrupted by the strange altercation between Trash and her precious love. It wasn't often this playful atmosphere surfaced, it was nice to see.
Translucent claws would curl into the soil as the ground lightly shook, smile forming as she continued to observe. Everyone was having fun, surely she could participate too? So when Dev offered to be her buddy, how could she refuse? "Me? Uhm. Sure!" Hesitant still lingered in her voice, she'd cast the other a sheepish smile and step forward. The ice was cold beneath her blue paws and she almost immediately realized just how difficult staying upright truly was. "I've never done this before, do you know if there's a trick?"
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The feline would stare at the twinkling ice with bright cornflower orbs, her etching gaze laced with both unease and awe. Despite supposedly possessing the ability to manipulate ice, she had yet to comprehend and master the control of her elemental power. Ebony nose twitching with uncertainty, the reserved vandal would instinctively move closer to the comforting aura that reverberated off Belial. She'd glance up at the leader, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of her thin lips. Who knew how deceiving the ice's withholding capabilities were, especially toward the center when multiple members were skating across. Was it really safe? Alabaster teeth would sink into her inner cheeks as she nervously watched Balthazar skid along the slick surface. He was still young but surely he'd recognize the warning signs if things went sour, right? "No skating for you?" She'd inquire lightly, half joking as she peered up at the ebony usurper. Maybe if she could convince him to skate then she would too. Maybe.
"Name and business." The predictable inquiry would part the color-point's maw, her tone a gentle yet stern hum which seamlessly shielded her normally reserved personality. Her velvety ear would flicker in the tugging breeze, her soft cerulean oculars tracing over the stranger with uncertainty. The group had been lucky with newcomers lately, although who knew the current intentions of this unfamiliar face. Perhaps the Veil had temporarily halted their raids but that didn't mean the war was over. So, watching the other closely and trying desperately to appear unafraid despite the drastic size difference, she'd wait for a response from the tiger. Hopefully she'd have backup soon, in case things turned sour.
Soft purr reverberating in her throat as the familiar and comforting presence of Belial seemed to metastasize nearby, the color-point would offer the ebony feline a gentle smile. It was satisfying that the two of them were both out and about once more, greeting newcomers and joining in on patrols. Perhaps it reminded her of earlier times or maybe she simply liked taking in his aura and watching the look of awe most newcomers possessed when meeting him, either way, she was thankful for the present. Bright cerulean oculars flickering back toward Devouringhalos, Glasshouse would dip her head politely. "You are welcome to pick out your cell back at the prison now, the first floor rooms are mostly exposed but the other floors have solid doors for privacy if you prefer." Good, good. Things were beginning to pick up once more.
The female had parted her lips to speak but the planned speech was interrupted by her grumpy lover. Velvety lilac ears would flatten against her skull in surprise, her muscles tightening as she instinctively tensed with fear. This was the dark side of Belial she'd yet to fully understand and accept. The two processed anger quite differently, hers oriented around tears and overall avoidance of confrontation while his... his was like a growing fire seeking to devour all in its path. "Bel.." She'd murmur quietly, shifting to try and run her tail across his flank in a comforting manor. Despite the minor irritation that nagged at her thoughts as she witnessed Hasoleia brush against the wildcat, she'd push it aside. Everything seemed to end just as abruptly as it started, the usurper's ebony frame already marching off. "Uhm, history lesson later, I guess. For now make yourself at home." It was all she could manage given the situation.
Oh goodness, she always seemed to stumble into these sort of confrontational situations. Despite the nerves that circulated like adrenaline through her bloodstream and visibly bristled her fur, the timid she-cat would approached. Exiles gone soft? Her head would cock to the side with concern, hoping such reputation didn't form due to her previous leadership. "Our only real rules forbid rape and abduction of children." She didn't exactly see problem with that, she believed that it was a general agreement that kits, regardless of allegiance, didn't deserve death. It wasn't like they could choose which clan they were born into, hence why they were off limits. "My name is Glasshouse, current vandal and former leader here." Truthfully she wasn't too extremely proud of her accomplishments while being in charge, primarily because she'd always had a co-leader or someone more ruthless to balance out her sweet disposition. That being said, this newcomer seemed quite interested in females of rank and history... surely she could assist a little there?
"Hello, welcome." The feline would murmur in her typical singsong tone, lilac paws lightly churning up sand with each delicate step. Ebony lips would purse together, their corners curving to display a small yet authentic smile. It seemed things were once again picking up in activity, new joiners simply diminished her lurking fear of the clan dying. With the Veil snatching up their numbers and the slow season in full swing, it wasn't abnormal for the she-cat to stress about issues such as that. She was timid and often concerned herself with matters that she had little control over, it was just apart of her anxious personality. "My name is Glasshouse and its a pleasure to meet you." Thankfully, it seemed her nervous stuttering no longer kicked in just from the sight of an unfamiliar face. No, between Belial and the other bold personalities of the Exiles, perhaps she was slowly toughening up a little.