Posts by farley w.

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name: coffeefoam paramour darling harbringer

gender: male

age: 12 months (there was no age given for the litter so i'm just using a reasonable age for fee)

appearance: fee takes the form of a chocolate point ragdoll. a charming, rather fluffy, little domestic feline with markings presenting the contrast between the pearly white of the majority of his thick coat to the dark brown highlighting his face, ears, paws, and the tip of his tail. such an appearance closely mirrors his name as he appears like pale cream, gently dipped in bitter coffee brown. many upon first glance are quick to note that his wide eyes are a stunning opalescent blue, such wide and innocent orbs allowing him to come across as the friendly individual that he is.

personality: on a base level, fee is a cheery guy with a good heart but a bad habit of trying too hard and attempting to help when his presence is not a welcome one. being in the wrong place at the wrong time has become somewhat of a talent of his, for better or for worse. although he is rather naive in regards to life experiences and how he should behave when it comes to certain situations, one of his most significant traits is his bold determination. regardless of whatever is happening, he has an almost reckless dedication when it comes to helping others and getting things done no matter how simple or dangerous the events or tasks may be. it may not seem it but coffeefoam is in fact an incredibly intelligent being with quick thinking and tactical decision making that he rarely shows off yet is more than capable of such things when he is not caught in his usual innocent mindset.

relations: winterdoomsday x crackerjacker - winter is a nightwatcher (assistant deputy) of shadow veil. crackerjacker is a former sanguine ruins third tier and had held many former high positions including leader of scarclan, vice-leader of the rift, and lieutenant of dark dynasty to name a few.

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little thing to post after his intro thread whenever that may be because i hate intros with a passion, most of the time oof

Encounters with other groups was not something that the young male had much experience with which was not entirely shocking. Although he had not lived a sheltered life thus far, he had also not really gone out of his way to explore the world around him, his passiveness towards such things perhaps being a major personal downfall. As a result of that, his intrigue was almost instantly piqued as he caught the rather unfamiliar scent of the Thunderlands. Unsurprisingly, Fee could not help but slink over with bright eyes and an even brighter smile in order to investigate what was going on at that point in time. Finding that it was not exactly his place to outwardly speak and address the stranger, the chocolate point ragdoll wordlessly sat down besides his fellow group mates with a tame glimmer of curiosity captive within his opalescent eyes.

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snapdragon empyrean

- note: snapdragon is not a two part styled name. he is literally named after the flower which is why he is snapdragon and not snappaw

currently a member of ;; solaris kingdom

- former personal knight to a prince of a fairy royal family from a family of witches ( very difficult physically, difficult mentally )

- he is an eight month old melanistic serval with obsidian black fur and piercing wine red eyes. he has a small gold cross earring on his left ear and wears a rose gold ring on a necklace around his throat that was given to him by his prince.

- pansexual panromantic although he is not currently looking for a relationship as he is still extremely heartbroken over the death of his prince whom he had been deeply enamoured with. in spite of their young age, the pair had been convinced that they would spend the rest of their lives together and it completely ruined snap when his beloved was killed and he could do nothing to stop it.

- he is a major asshole although he does not act in such a way intentionally. as a witch, he was brought up in a society that hated him just for existing and as a personal knight to a member of the royal family, he saw first hand just how mortals treated his kind and how the fairies stood by idly to watch the mistreatment. it was a very sobering experience and throughout his time in with royalty, he twisted from a sweet and innocent young boy sworn to defend his prince to a bitter and almost obsessive killer who barely thought for himself and only did as his prince commanded, not even listening to anyone else in the royal family. they never hated him because they (apart from his prince) never knew what he truly was. however, being witness to their loathing of his kind, he found himself hating them all, both mortal and fairy.

he does have some redeeming qualities though as, once he gets used to those around him, snap becomes an incredibly loyal protector who would viciously protect his close friends with even his own life.

- snap overreacts. a lot. he takes everything to heart and will blow up situations even if they are minuscule which tends to get him into a lot of trouble although it's not as if it's something that he intends on doing. it's moreso that he has quiet extreme paranoia in regards to strangers which oftentimes causes him to be rubbed up the wrong way.

- major ic opinions warning - snapdragon has been treated pretty badly his life thus far and therefore is extremely bitter when it comes to others, especially those that he is not familiar with. as a result, he has a tendency to be cold, snappy, and rude to those around him as a defensive reflex.

his pattern of speech is incredibly odd. due to the fact that he was initially brought up in a 'common' area out on the streets but was then forced into a life of residing among regality, he has found that when he speaks, it oftentimes switches between formal tones and more informal words. he'll be talking in a well spoken manner one moment and then throw in a slang word the next. it's not something that he can help but it does sometimes make the flow of his words a bit weird.

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quiet track on this account bc your girl ren can't stop herself from making new characters and i've been meaning to make snap for a long time so!! this bitter little asshole is coming here uwu

i'm actually really excited to play a character here again since my last one was quite short lived because i didn't really enjoy playing him but i've been planning this boy for a while so i'll definitely keep him around for a while!!

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Upon resurfacing from unconsciousness into the world of the living and breathing, the first thing that is of significance to the young male is the sense of heavy loneliness that crushes him like the weight of intense gravity. The feeling of sorrowful solitude is near palpable as soon as bitter wine red eyes flicker open. He was unsure as to how long he had been stood there like some kind of stone golem, unwavering even as time rushed past in suffocating sweeps. However when eyes open to drink in colour, he finds that nothing has changed. He still finds himself being witness to the same monochrome haze glossing over the landscape that he wished he could see as vividly as everyone else. That is an impossible hope for him to have though, his mind long since desensitised as he had, over the months, been pulled away from the concept of positivity.

Rolling his shoulders back in a motion that he hoped would at least relax him slightly, the male allows aching paws to move across the rough scratch of sand beneath him. Borders had been a thing that he had dealt with ever since he was born and as a result, the young witch knew the great importance of such things. He was well aware of the fact that something as simple as territorial outlines belonging to those who did not even necessarily own the land but had instead decided one that that it was apparently theirs to claim could make or break something as major as political alliances. Wars had been waged over a claw being put out of line and although Snapdragon was uncaring in regards to the thoughts and feels of whoever he would come across, the male had been trained well and he knew not to disrespect the land. Consequently, the melanistic servaline found himself having to divert off of his path slightly upon hitting the invisible wall that he could have easily stepped across. An irritated huff burst free from tight lungs and although he would have much rather preferred to carry on walking without much care, he knows better than doing that and, presently, he is not capable of defending himself to the best of his ability, therefore coming to the conclusion that things will be much better if he can entirely avoid any form of confrontation.

He feels pathetically useless without his sword, it was as if a small part of him had been stolen and lost to the world so he could never find it again, doomed to feel that small void of emptiness swallowing him whole from the inside out. Then again, he feels pathetically useless without his prince too but that was not something that he could change, the male not having the ability to go back in time in order to reset what had already occurred. Righting his wrongs was all that he had ever wanted to do in his life, even if that meant giving up on his own existence. Snapdragon would happily stop breathing in order to give others that privilege once more. The boy's movements slow for a few moments, the guilt festering within his chest flaring up to burn at his throat in the form of blue flame, roaring within him with so much power that he felt as if he would begin to sob. The tears never come, though. Instead, he picks up the pace and forces his mind to wander elsewhere as distance eyes survey the land around him.

Maybe it would have been better for him to have stayed in his home sweet home so he could have been tried for the crime that he did not commit. However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the child was quick to scoff at himself because things could never be easy. Not when fairies were concerned and most certainly not when morals were sticking their noses into business that did not concern them. If he would have remained and given himself up for simplicity's sake, the youth would not have just been thrown into a cell to be forgotten about for a few months. No, he would have been put on a pedestal and used as an example, a tool of fear, to show to witches in the kingdom that their worthless kind were not allowed to meddle. Knowing them, he would have been strung up on wooden crucifix only to be burned alive. It was stereotypical and a disgusting act but what else could be expected from a brainless group who based their laws and fears on stories woven from ridiculous fiction.

"This is a waste of time." the youth spits out as if venom were burning his tongue when coming to a standstill to aim an irritated kick at the sand, the words harsh and bitter enough to slice through the air like a sharp blade through flesh.

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For a moment, Snapdragon almost feels bad as he sees the apparent state that the other youth finds himself in, his heart strings yanked rather violently upon catching sight of the rather pitiful stranger that was the first to approach him. Remnants of guilt surface in his body, threatening to drown him there and then. Sharp wine red eyes soften, ever so slightly, with an apology dancing as a bittersweet flame on the time of his tongue. However, as soon as the embers begin to form into words, they are extinguished. Snap finds something oddly familiar in the sense of fear emanating from the other youth, the look of trepidation being one that he was all too accustomed with as it was not the first time that another had gawked at him with such discomfort. It seemed that all he was really good for was making others feel immensely uneasy simply by existing, the thought drawing out an irritated scowl as his features melted back into stony annoyance.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look so good." came his first words that completely sidestep any kind of greeting, slipping from his tongue like a foreign language as he had not had the blessing of being able to converse with others for quite a few weeks at that point. In complete honestly, despite the loathing that he can feel boiling under the surface of his skin towards this other feline as a consequence of their cowardly behaviour, he can not help but spit out words that, although were free to interpretation and could be taken whatever way anyone pleased, were primarily words of concern. He knew what it felt to fear and to live, smothered, in such a feeling so he can not stop the tinge of empathy prickling at his skin.

The worry is quickly washed away though as he catches sight of another being slipping over to join himself and the slightly younger caracal, black pinpricked eyes focused now on this individual as he drunk in whatever small detail he could find. The initial thing that he found himself taking note of was the way that this one, rather defensively, positioned himself besides the feline. Darkness clouds his mind, the witch's displeasure increasing as he watches the subtle behaviour exhibited by the stranger. What, did they think that he was going to bring harm to the younger male? The mere thought of such an internal accusation brought a sour taste to the boy's mouth, the discomfort that he felt forcing him to fix his gaze rather pointedly back onto the caracal. He'd rather be witness to fear than the apparent abhorrence he felt was being directed towards him.

"My name is Snapdragon Empyrean. I'm here by coincidence, I didn't mean to come here, I just kinda stumbled upon it while looking for shelter. I left my kingdom a long time ago and I can only recall a little about it. I come from a place quite far away so I doubt knowledge of my home will be of any use to you." the male explains, the sharp edge of his word only softened by force although he would have much rather snapped out curt retorts to needless queries. As if suddenly having a moment of realisation, the male finds himself speaking up again in questioning tones, "This realm belongs to you and your people, correct? Your kingdom, what is it called? I know nothing about this place."

After speaking, he falls into a rift of quiet as more seem to approach and the witch finds it harder and harder to not sneer irritably. He could see it in the accusatory glare of their eyes fixed upon him. Disapproval. Irritation. Negative opinions already being formed like a virus within their minds, their images of him warped to show an angry brat with a foul attitude on their borders instead of the lonely little child that he truly was deep down inside. Bad day was an understatement, it was moreso that the boy has endured a bad life trough no fault of his own. Lips pursed, into a thin black flatline, the young male regarded the group of strangers through careful eyes that were perhaps too professionally analytical for someone like himself. If they did not like his attitude then he figured that he did not need to try and impress them. Why not live up to expectations instead of attempt to alter them?

A brief feeling of sorrow churned within his gut, the need to be accepted and adored burning him up for only a few fleeting moments until he hears a new voice and bitterness brutally wrestles him into a chokehold. His lips ghost into a vexed snarl however the irritation dissolves as quickly as it had appeared, wine red gaze resting on Dorian in withheld contemplation. "The sand didn't do anything. I didn't know it was a crime to kick sand though, I'm terribly sorry mister, I'll definitely keep that in mind." the boy drawls the apparent apology proving to be mockery more than anything, that being clear through his over emphasis on certain words and the retained stoicism carved into his features. There's an amiable smile curling his lips into a perfect crescent however the expression fails to meet his dark eyes.

The serval then fixes his attention on Aurum. The only one who had not voiced is own opinion or provided his own comment on the matter. Wine red orbs stare unblinkingly upwards at the behemoth before him, attempting to seek out some kind of a reaction from the regal individual. There's something peculiar about this particular stranger, an oddity that the dark feline can not put his paw on and it momentarily causes him to cast his bitterness aside for the sake of figuring out why, exactly, something felt so weird about them. Although he knew better than to gauge authority and importance by size and grandeur, he finds it difficult to not believe that this creature is not of at least some kind of importance, Snap's natural intrigue causing him to mellow but only for a few moments until he morphs into sharp eyes and bitter smiles once more, half-lidded gaze drifting warily across those gathered once more in quiet concentration.

/ahh i'm sorry that this got so long and i also apologise in advance for any mistakes oof

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Watching the caracal's reaction to his words causes an acrid taste to rise up his throat, discomfort pushing down hard upon young shoulders as wine red orbs narrow just a touch when being witness to the way that the other youth is quick to duck behind the protective shield of another. Having someone who was there for him, who could protect him if he ever felt as small as he really was, was a privilege that he had not been able to indulge in for a long time. For the longest time, he had been the one that was sought out as a source of comfort and protection but where had that left him? It had left him a cold, hardened husk who had no one for himself and therefore had only his own mind to depend on. Even then, he oftentimes found it extremely difficult to trust his own judgement as if somehow he believed it to have been tainted by the influence of another, darker entity.

In complete honesty, Snapdragon is uncertain on how to actually act in the wake of seeing such a vividly frightened reaction to his words, to his mere presence. Part of him feels tears prickle at unforgivingly harsh eyes whereas the larger, more illogical aspect of him, his trained side that had long since been battered down from his initially imperfect self into a shape that fit the mould of a perfect knight, felt a profound anger course through icy veins. For such a creature of apparent fire and brimstone, he seemed to be particularly frozen on the inside. Fitting for one who had been so masterfully sculpted from an innocent child into a slightly older, slightly less naive child. The boy finds that he has no further words for the other youth. One who is so terrified of him and of the world can not be fixed and he knows that it would be an effort in vain to waste his breath on them as doing so may only prove to cause more irritation towards him from those gathered.

The curt manner of speech causes Snap's ebony fur to near instantaneously bristle, flaring up like short flickering fire around him. He had not intentionally acted in any way to upset the younger being present yet the reaction that he found himself faced with suggested that offence had been taken which it turn only caused defensiveness to ripple through him. Leader or not, Snap did not like the apparent ice on the fringes of the words and did not care whether others would view him as a hypocrite for such a perspective on the matter. Snap himself had taken the courtesy of softening his own tone and it was a level of respect that he would have expected to also receive but that seemed to have been wishful thinking on his part, much to his annoyance.

Where he would have originally responded verbally as a whole to all words spoken, the kid finds that all he can do is gesture with a small nod of his head in order to demonstrate that he had, at the very least, acknowledged the overall gist of Aurum's words. Snap definitely feels uncomfortable although he figures that that is simply just karma for the way that he unintentionally causes others to feel. However, this may be one of his only chances to actually assimilate himself into a group of individuals so he is not as least drowning anymore. After contemplating the merits and downfalls of enquiring to live with those who already all seem to dislike him, the child speaks once more in a monotone drawl of, "As for what I want from you all, I was wondering if I could stay here. As I mentioned before, I was looking for somewhere to live and now that I know about y'all, I was curious as to whether you'll have me. You can be assured that I'll pull my weight around here and not just leech off of you."

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The witch felt a great deal of hesitance in regards to approaching such a large gathering of individuals, scowl etched permanently into young features upon catching sight of the meeting. As much as he would have loved to simply pass and ignore the ongoing events, the sound of a familiar name instantly catches his attention with rounded ears twitching and dark eyes widening briefly for half a second. Hearing his own name in the sea of welcoming greetings flowing from Aurum's lips is the thing that ultimately pushes Snapdragon over to the group to come and sit on the outskirts of the gathering like a shadow lingering after being cast by bright light. He highly doubted that it was lovely for himself personally to be a part of the group considering his attitude to most things and their attitudes towards him but he can not hold that against the group, even if he would have liked to do so. He knew that the words spoken by the leader were birthed from common cordiality. They held no genuine weight hence why he could not accept such seemingly sweet, nice words if they genuinely meant absolutely nothing. Snap remains silent as the announcements are made, only allowing a very faint, barely audible hum to bubble up from his throat as if such acknowledgement would be enough to constitute an appropriate level of involvement in the meeting. Even if that were not the case, he would not bend over backwards to please. That was really the best that anyone would get out of Snapdragon.

notes for farley ( tw!!! self-hatred & religious discrimination & blood & paranoia/anxiety )

— might make him jewish, or religious in some way that is similar to judaism. if i actually make him jewish then i would definitely have to do some in depth studies into the religion which I'm not entirely opposed to (since i miss my more research based subjects since i'm a science student). he's nowhere near going to be canon compliant to kyle because i'm atrocious when i comes to directly basing characters off of people and therefore usually just have them share similar traits and be somewhat related. i think that, considering the fact that religion plays quiet the part in ky's life, it would make sense to tie that to farley in some way.

one main thing that I would like if i do end up giving him a religious aspect to his life is a small silver star of david necklace because, unlike ky, farley would want to lowkey flaunt his religion though this is mainly because he won't be mocked for being jewish. at least he won't be mocked by anyone ic though i may turn in into a major arc for him where he gets bullied by some of the other youths to the point where he begins to resent his own religion and even freaks out to the point where he starts to despise himself. this most likely be when his anger gets even worse because, if it's even possible, farley will become more bitter and hateful towards those around him regardless of whether they were involved.

— at some point, perhaps after he develops his fire elemental ability, he'll dip into alcoholism. it won't be of his own volition, instead due to peer pressure by other youths who are convinced that drinking his problems away is the best resolution that he can have. it links into his personality where he can easily be swayed into doing something if someone that he trusts forces the situation upon him or if all of those in his friendship group are doing something (be it bad or not).

— one time he'll try to dye his fur a different colour, maybe pink. it'll be a mess and a great learning curve for him to stop trying to impulsively do shit

— soleil coming to look for him would be super angsty because it would trigger off immense anxiety within him that he's been attempting to suppress. his mind would instantly go into panic, he'd be terrified that cephas was somewhere near and even convince himself that ceph had sent soleil to hurt him. soleil won't see him and instead leaves, looking rather sad, but it will cause farley to be really on edge with unreasonable yet immense paranoia since he knows that kodiak wouldn't have outed him to the others since he was the one that helped farley out but the little firecracker can't really think much about logic like that when his mind is working way overtime.

— when he gets a bit older, maybe a little while after he develops plant elementals, farley will start to wear a crown of twisted wood (a link to elf!kyle) that he'll get really defensive over since he feels that it gives him back a little bit of control after he's lost so much. it makes him feel like the ruler of something, the humble little firecracker king of his kingdom (aka his garden) because he's really just a soft kid deep down that's lost a lot and honestly just wants to be happy.

aesthetic notes ;; orange/red and green are primary colours to represent him!! also, purple, pink, and blue though they're more side colours. ginger boys. nature (forests, flowers, bushes, etc). blood or bruises.

quiet track on farley's acc

ahhh thank you! i'm just finalising some notes about him and then i should be getting an intro thread up for him

if you love characters like that then i'm sure you'll like farley's firecracker self. i'm hoping to make him the perfect mix of good kid and asshole so hopefully i can pull it off aha

also i was just looking through some of the threads to get a bit of an understanding of the members' dynamics around here and omg ambrosia is amazing, i love her already. i wouldn't mind a private thread at some point, perhaps more for when i'm a bit settled here with far!!

Living in the Shadow Veil was far from a lifestyle of glitz and glamour and it was something that Farley had come to learn very early on in his life. It was difficult. Then again, was living not a difficult feat as it was? Desperately endeavouring to consume as much as possible to survive a lifetime that only held the inevitable grace of death at the finish line (though such a line of thought greatly contrasted with Farley's apparent faith). Mother an absent figure in his life and father a complete and utter unknown meant that the youth had been forced to fend for himself far too often regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by relatively amiable faces that would have, if asked, perhaps been glad to provide him with the help that he had needed.

Giving into the idea that there were others available to help brought more irritation than anything else to the servaline youth because that would have involved admitting that he was weak and helpless which was the last thing that the stubborn child was willing to do. Instead, firecracker child shied away from any potential aid as independence engulfed him to sculpt a young boy with audacious grin and glistening eyes of emerald akin to the faint glow emitted when sunlight bathed healthy grass in a loving caress. He was by no means tainted. Perhaps, the best description could be that he was oleander. Beautiful in distinct colours that are guaranteed to burn bright into one's eyelids even when they're closed yet still harbouring the bitterest of poisons under guise of amity.

Times were changing, however. Farley was growing older with each passing day and soon enough, he would not be able to keep himself concealed for any longer before someone would actually start to notice him. It was a nuisance, to have to get up and do things for the pleasure of others, but it was better than him lazing around and sitting on his own fat ass all day. The task that he had opted to busy himself with that particular day was tending to a rose bush that he had found the other day on the outskirts of the forest where the light graced the flora with the necessary full sun for its growth. Unknown to anyone, Farley was rather wary of the borders, often tending to avoid them as best as he could for reasons that he would most likely never discuss openly, yet here he was.

When noticing the plants and the state of negligence that they had been in since they had clearly been planted by another individual at some point, Far felt as if it were his own personal responsibility to care for the wilting flora. It seemed, however, that luck was not on his side, his paw catching on one of the thorns that was particularly sharp as he had been attempting to pluck away some of the excess leaves. Hissing softly, the boy swiftly snatched his paw back from the bush, bitter scowl only briefly glowering as hot flames across his features. Fur fluffs up in irritation that lingers for a few moments before returning to lie neutrally flat against his skin once more, or at least as flat as softly curled fur can be.

"Fucking heck."

Peace and quiet was what most individuals sought after. Farley himself was no stranger to wanting alone time to get his head down and do things without interruption hence why he more often than not went out of his way to try and do things by himself. There was no merit in his eyes for shared work because groups had the tendency to fall apart. He knew that well, being a first hand witness to the crumbling of a circle of individuals that had once done everything together and lived to regret it. It was better to deal with places that were the epitome of serenity because they were more often than not places that allowed one to act freely. Unfortunately for Contre, she was not going to be able to relish in the peace of her training for as long as she would have liked.

"Wha-" Irritation bubbles up within him, escaping his lips in the form of broken exclamation as the ginger servaline nears the scene after his ears twitch upon catching the sound of blade against wood. Dull thuds cry out to him in desperate pleas, muffled screams that the young male can not ignore. Damsel in distress in sight, it does not take him long to pinpoint with female wielding a rapier and he's quick to jump to the conclusion that she is the cruel attacker of the tree. Many may consider it to be unjust anger but in Farley's eyes, it's an abhorrent act that must be stopped either before it's too late or before he straight up vomits.

"Hey! Do you mind practicing on something uh... less alive?" Comes Farley's bitter words, ears angled back against his head as he stalks over with heavy heart, looking near mortified upon catching sight of the tree with its' dreadful war wounds. At least, that was how the serval perceived them, battle injuries that this valiant, entirely innocent solider had endured. He cares very little about her dreams of grandeur and legendary status because, as far as he is concerned, he will not stand idly by whilst someone actively destroys a piece of something that had been given to them as the stewards of the earth that they walked. Holding a paw to his head briefly, as if trying to recollect his thoughts at the same time and stop himself from toppling over in a bout of dizziness, the male presses on. "Ack, this is a mess. Can't you go hit a rock or some shit?"

/ic opinions! excuse my nature boy and his immense protectiveness!!

Sir?

That's a new one and considering the fact that, as far as he could tell, there was not much of a large gap in age between them, Farley would have laughed. At least, he would have done so if ire were not singeing his veins as red hot blood at that moment in time. Issues arise when individuals with different beliefs and perspectives on matters come together to reside in a group. It causes conflict and although this time around it was most certainly himself that was the major problem, which he would certainly feel disappointed about at a later point, it also proved to remind him why he had not been particularly willing to actually get involved with the place he called home.

Farley was many things but he was far from a complete and utter moron, even if that were difficult to believe at times. He was well aware of the fact that the tree was incapable of feeling what was going on but individuals such as himself that felt close ties to the environment that they resided within were certainly prone to intense bouts of empathy. In his eyes, the problem was that a sentient creature may not necessarily die from being slashed yet it was still not a particularly nice thing to do and the same went for plants. Regardless of what condition the tree had been in prior, from Far's perspective as the youth who had grown up feeling as if the trees as his guardians and the winds his best friend, it was just as bad as, if not worse than, going out and harming another living creature.

Honestly, he could care less about what would be good for her sword, making that clear with the upwards quirk of his eyebrows in silent retort to Ambi's statement though he allows no spite to bubble free from volcanic lungs anymore. Ghosting across his lips is a faint pout though the suggestion is certainly much better than the current situation that is unfolding. Figuring that it would be better to accept the given alternative that continue on the verge of his near warpath, the ginger serval nods. It's not a nod of defeat, far from it. Acceptance is moreso what the gesture is since he finds himself willing to move on from the situation for the time being unless anything similar were to unfold. "Yeah, I guess that'd be better." He's still a tad huffy albeit relieved that no one turned on him for his behaviour, such a reaction causing him to stop feeling so tense, relaxing slightly causing his shoulders to lower. He's not as fiery nor is he on the offensive anymore, which is good, and takes a moment to actually assess the unfamiliar face that he had moments ago been prepared to spit hot venom at.

"Nothing personal. I just think it's disrespectful to treat nature like that unless it's entirely necessary." Farley most certainly does not need to explain his actions, not to Contrepaw nor to anyone else, however he feels like it's the right thing to do to at least set up the place for what's to follow the clarification as a muttered "Uh, sorry." flicked from his tongue. Ignoring the red hot flush of, although he would hate to admit it, embarrassment, Farley continues to engage in the conversation. He's the one that has caused this mess so he might as well be the one that attempts to right his apparent wrongs. "I can help try to find a training dummy of sorts and it'd probably be better for your uh... sword stuff. There's a lot of random junk in the ruins so their bound to be something along those lines."

It seemed that he was not as alone as he believed himself to be, both physically and in terms of life though he would be uncertain on whether that was a good thing or not. For the second instance in a short period of time, Farley's ginger curls flare up to stand on end as a voice that is not particularly familiar to him rings out through the air, catching him off guard. Truthfully, he hadn't been expecting anyone to come across him as he went about tending to his little not-so-secret secret which, coupled with his general internal anxieties about getting too close to the borders, meant that he was just that little bit more surprised than he would have usually been. In the brief distraction that the stinging pain had caused, the youth had failed to properly pay attention to his surroundings and could not help but believe that he was to pay dearly for such a mistake. Heart stopping for a second, he truly felt as if he were about to meet his maker, bloodied paw instinctively flying to his star with prayer playing on the tip of his tongue.

Calm washes over him like waves lapping against golden sand moments later, however, when it actually clicks in his head what had been spoken to him, emerald gaze dulled slightly as they catch on the shadowy figure who's features contort into a seemingly audacious grin. Once he's able to acknowledge that there is no serious threat, and instead that this individual is zealous to help him, Farley finds it within himself to relax, breathing a sigh of relief. "Jeez, you scared the shit out of me." mutters servaline youth with a light shake of his head though now there's faint laughter flowing as gentle breeze from his mouth causing his shoulders to quiver slightly. He could hardly complain about the sudden appearance of one of his group mates. At least it meant that he did not need to go out seeking others, they seemed to just be coming to him which was something that Farley was more than fine with.

Tiny demon of hellfire offers her aid and Farley finds that he does not have it in himself to reject her attempts when all she seems to be trying to do is to be nice. Nice and to also prove her place as the Spiritcaller's apprentice and he has no major qualms with being involved in such an act as he pulls the paw away from where it has faintly stained silver to inspect the cut. "Really? I don't think it's that bad but you're the expert. Go ahead and patch me up, doc." Shrugging as best as he can with one paw raised up off of the ground, the youth extends his paw out to the younger feline. It's then that another voice belonging to another stranger chimes in and Farley is much more prepared for it this time, turning emerald green gaze onto the other female that approaches with curiosity entirely overriding any of the irritating stinging. "Uh, sorry to butt into the learning chat but I don't think I've properly met either of you before. I'm Farley and uh, just so you know, I don't actually make a habit of stupidly hurting myself." he remarks casually with an idle flick of his ear, drawing in a slow breath to completely calm his nerves as he flashes the duo his near signature, brazen little grin. It's the most he can offer for the time being whilst trying to ignore the minute pain that he had unfortunately inflicted upon himself.

alright so farley is my newest little troublemaker and i figured it was about time that i got this up and out of the way since i've kind of gotten into the swing of playing him. just as some basic details, he's a 10 month serval with elven ties hence why he's extremely protective over nature. he's generally very friendly and rather cheeky however he has quite the short fuse and also get quite angry easily too if anyone were to upset or offend himself/anyone that he's close to. (you can find his detailed description in his tags).

he is open to pretty much everything, i'm down for nearly any plot so feel free to suggest something and i'll more than likely say yes!

one plot idea that i've been thinking for him was to have someone or a few people to help him out with tending to his rose bush. he'll eventually start to grow his own garden which could be long term plot that y/c helps him with if they chose to want to progress from simply helping out with the roses.

i nearly forgot to get far added up oof

NAME. farley walker

CLAN. shadow veil

RANK. apprentice

LITTER admin walker xx npc

Farley was not particularly young and thus was not sure how much this announcement would pertain to him. Since it was stated that youth were those especially needed to be present for the words to be given, the apprentice aged male figured that it would still be best for him to approach and take in leader's speech. Call for gathering causes him to slink over following his brief internal conflict and part of him swiftly comes to regret it, seeing the clearly battered female sends slight shiver down servaline's spine though he voices none of his concerns. He doesn't know her well enough (or at all, really) so it's hardly his place to get involved in matters that do not directly involve him.

He, personally, had not been present for the incident that had unfolded involving Lirim and had only been receiver of bitter rumours that swept cold winds across the group. He was in no position to cast immediate judgement, however, and if he would have noticed the presence of the shifting being, he would have taken the opportunity to cast the unfamiliar individual a brief yet amiable smile. Even though he was not presented with such a chance, emerald gaze not catching on the shadowed veiler, the knowledge that he would have done such a thing made him feel a tad bit better about the ordeal. There were always two sides of a coin, two stories to be told, and Farley would be a complete fool to simply accept mere rumour as entire truth.

Coming to sit himself down besides Ambi, the only familiar face he finds out of the small congregation, he finds cause for in her expression demeanour which brings frown to Farley's lips. It's not the time nor the place to shoot queries at her though he can not hide the fact that the slightly hunched figure of the dark feline unnerves him. That, coupled with the thick tension in the air that he doubts even a chainsaw would be able to cut through, makes him wonder whether he should have even turned up in the first place, feeling moderate worry now as emerald eyes dimmed to evergreen linger anxiously on Lastbastion, apprehensive to hear her words.

Decoration had never held considerable amounts of appeal to Farley, primarily due to the fact that he believed in most cases, things looked perfect as they were. There was nothing wrong with adding to the charm of an individual or area, it was just that he had never really done so himself and since, prior to that moment, no one had ever offered him the opportunity to do so either, the servaline youth had just not cared enough for it. Still, slender limbs carried him automatically towards the sound of a voice calling out, addressing 'friends' with curiosity burning a hole through his chest. Considering the fact that Farley had not actually had the chance to meet and interact with this veiler, he was uncertain on whether he should even be approaching. After all, how could he be a friend if he were practically just a stranger? "I'm not a friend but I can lend a paw if you like." Far hums his offer with slight smile painting his features, light chuckle bubbling up as he presses on, "The name's Farley and I've got a pretty good sense of design, if I do say so myself."

He peers at the decorations that she had brought along with her and initially finds himself having to battle back brief irritation. Flora and fungi, plucked cruelly from their complacency to be used by them only to eventually die after a short period of time. It pains him to even consider though he can not deny that he is in some small way appreciative of her efforts, concluding there is no place for spite here. Nature certainly did provide rather beautiful set ups to be utilised decoratively and all this young feline had done was seize such a given opportunity. Though in his heart there were embers of smouldering ire, he knew better than to be an asshole over something so miniscule. It just gave him greater incentive to start planting more of his own plants to replace what had been taken.

And, in any case, there is something else that has cause his attention much more than the choice of decor. "Pink glowing bubbles?" As someone who had no profound magical capabilities, Farley oftentimes felt rather left out. Living in a world where everyone else apart from himself seemed to be capable of great things while he was confined to the. He had always been able to pretend, constructing little props to fuel his fantasy world but it was never as good as the real thing. Imagining to do things such as grow flora at a paw's flick or generate light with mere mental effort was extremely different to truly being able to do it. There was no jealousy as he commented on the matter though, the youth speaking instead with a brow quirked upwards in open intrigue and his emerald gaze drifting from temporary light to light before coming to linger on the creator of such a spectacle. "Well, that's definitely cool and I'm sure things'll look ten times better once we're done. So, head decorator, is there anything specific you want me to do?"

Weekly tasks? That was quite the foreign concept to Farley who was most certainly more of the type who'd do what he wanted to whenever he saw it fit. Living in the moment as well as planning out specific future activities was the weird mix of organisation that Far had settled into in regards to how he were to structure his life so the appeal of going out of his way to be given something to do did not fall very well into that. However, he figured that it would at the very least make him look better to try and look as if he were bothered enough to get involved in whatever shit was going on around camp so, he decided to chime in himself. "I wouldn't mind having something to do. Shoot away." Nonchalant words roll off of his tongue as he nods towards the leader, his gaze briefly lingering on those already gathered to hear their instructions before casting his attention back to the older feline to await his own given task. How exciting.

There are many things that one can expect Farley to be doing. Tending to his roses was a perfect example though it was not in fact the activity that he had decided to busy himself with that particular day. Finding a clearing was something rather rare so he could not deny that he was glad to have stumbled upon it and that had been what had allowed him to form an idea of how he should be spending his time. Hopefully no one would have any issues with it, especially since he was in quite an open area despite the lack of light due to the extended fingers of pine interlocking together in lover's embrace from tree to tree above his head. Romantic as it was, depending on how one regarded the sight, Farley had little time to be considering such a thing. Instead, he was busying himself by gathering dry branches and sticks of varying size, piling them in a patch of dirt situated at the centre of the dark clearing where some dry grass lay that he had already set down in such a way that he would not trip over them easily.

No issues could really arise if the branches had already fallen from their trees thus rendering them dead and gone, he figured, and that would be his exact argument if anyone were to question him. Justifying himself was not entirely necessary though he did want to have some kind of retort in mind if anyone were to shoot queries at him since he had gone out of his way to vehemently defend a tree yet here he was, seemingly willing to burn what he had wanted to protect. He did not really think he had to answer to anyone else, however, regardless of the setting. If they had a problem with the way that he did things then really, that was their own problem, not his. The last thing that he needed as to get angry about what someone else had to say even if it was near unavoidable for his flint and stone words which were prone to spark bitter infernos. Pushing others away with his outbursts were his expertise, unfortunately.

"Maybe I need anger management help." Harmless words that hold no true meaning since it's not something that he'll ever go through with. Still, he can not help but muse them aloud as he dropped the last few branches onto the pile with light laughter punctuating his apathy on the matter. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Farley reaches for the box of matches that he had brought along with him, holding the box steady in-between his paws with the match tightly clamped between teeth. Striking it against the box, the fizzle of fire shuddering into life like a resurrected phoenix is quite satisfying, the sudden light painfully noticeable against the backdrop of haunting dark and it becomes even more so once he tosses it into the fray where it causes the grass to glow. "Shit, this is going to take a while." Complaints fall free from his tongue as he watches the small embers. They slowly but surely begin to catch on in a gradual chain reaction signified by the growing orange and soft crackle of flame devouring wood. It's not fast enough for his liking though, small frown forming on his lips as he flops down to quietly observe the process unfold but really there's not much he can do but wait. So, waiting it is.

//sorry this isn't that good, i just had the idea so i wanted to post it anyways oof

Anger. It was a vital part of Farley's life. It seemed to fuel him, the youth strongly feeling as if his good days revolved around mornings where he had something to be upset over. Bitter words and cruel statements were his arsenal of protection and once at least one shot had been fired, he always felt much safer. Prepared for the day ahead and thus able to go on to greet those around him with warm smiles and amiability. Personally for him, he had never felt it with much of a combination of anything else and he never really felt that he had a right to feel that way. Ambi, on the other hand, most certainly did have a reason to feel such a cocktail of combustive rage within her small body because, at least in her own case she had reason to feel. Perhaps there was something wrong with him.

That was why, in spite of the fact that it would have ultimately been unforgivable if she were to have lain waste to his beloved flora that he cared for and worked so very hard to sustain, some small part of Farley would have been capable of understanding and comprehending why Ambi would have been driven to such an extreme. He could relate to it. To her suffering and anguish which were old friends of Farley's that often haunted him when they pleased. It was a familiar feeling to him, the giddy sensation of seeing someone else openly feeling immense pain just as bad as his own that uplifted him. If she were to have destroyed his roses, he would have at least been able to comprehend why.

Of course, he was glad that she had not done anything like that, Farley in fact being none the wiser to such malevolent thoughts which had temporarily coursed through the younger feline's troubled storm cloud of a mind. Upon arriving, watering can held firmly between his teeth, Farley had not even noticed the presence of the other veiler and instead went about his business as he usually would have under the impression that he was alone. It was not something that he tended to publicly display, speaking blessings only when he felt as if he were entirely alone or at least not in the range of any prying individuals that would catch his words. He held no shame in his beliefs, moreso just that he felt it was too personal to share. Like the only thing that he really had all to himself.

"Båruch atå adonoy, eloheinu melech hå’olåm, borei isvei vi’såmim." Blessings form light yet meaningful against his tongue, soft and gentle as clouds that pool from his lips. It was such a ritual that helped him get through the day, coming to his small patch of crimson flora to breathe thanks before tending to his roses as a mother would to her child. Careful motions with loving intentions. That perfectly described the grace in which he tipped his head down to address his floral children, ginger fur glowing softly as it caught the sunlight that filtered through the thinner canopy of leaves where he had opted to grow his small collection of roses.

Smiling softly, he moved to pick up his watering can again, slipping around the side of the bush only to notice that he was not as alone as he initially thought. Not that that was a problem though, he felt as if the dark furred feline was beginning to grow on him a bit. At least, he was not entirely opposed to having her around which was better than nothing. "Ouh! Aumbee-" He starts to speak though the muffled words that come out cause him to pause, setting down the watering can besides him before he dropped it and spilt his water. "Hey, what're you doing out here?" There's no accusatory tone in his words as he addresses her, instead moreso curiosity permitting his tone as emerald eyes flicker between her and his plants in intrigue. He just did not expect anyone to actually take an interest his little project, hence why he had tried to make it so out of the way of everything.

/sorry, my muse started to die a bit in parts

translation: båruch atå adonoy, eloheinu melech hå’olåm, borei isvei vi’såmim - blessed are you, lord our god, king of the universe, who creates fragrant herbage