Posts by kerosene

softly tracking,, looking forwards to being here!!

//edit because right off the bat, I cannot spell

"Vitalia, Vitalia, Vitalia, Vitalia, Vitalia-“ it kept coming, and the grey and white feline was hardly even fazed, to say the least. What may have come off as strange and.. particular, she had quickly learned and picked up on how the canine actively communicated through their quick bursts of simple words, images, and the repetition of her name now ringing in her head as well. “Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka.” she would drawl back without much of a thought, not sent off rude, but rather so amused.

Soft paws rose to her feet, peering away from the surroundings she sat near, taking it in. Just her and Apollo; it was not a bad life, she didn’t feel. Two kind souls.. it has been far too long since she has traveled so long with others, forming a bond with anybody but particuarly herself. The feline would settle herself, hopefully moving to draw Apollo’s attention (she wouldn’t stray too far alone without particular reason, and now, simply resting, was not a reason) before flashing a glance in the direction she could sense the other in.

//really rushed,,, i’m sorry, but I’ll make this one up, I swear smh

tags - vitalia

Yeah, one day all of them will be talking in nothing but glances and nods and weird noises just like the Paleolithic times offered. Perhaps it was that she had gone so long without talking and then the signaling tactics of of Luka that she was rather unused to opening his mouth much anymore. Outside of eating and breathing, that was. So, when Apollo quickly offered her his annoyance, the feline would blink softly, keeping her mouth shut as she replied, “Over there.” A soft, steady, and lightly humored gaze landing on the other. She had fairly grown used to speaking though her mind in the past, living with a deft clanmate, and for a brief moment, she wondered about the ebony mother. Her death natural, but so sudden and unexpected. But.. that didn’t matter, did it? No, not now. Not in this particular moment. Again, Vitalia looked back in the direction she had first gestured towards, stepping forwards with a flash of a toothy yawn.

“I think he wants us.” It was fairly safe to assume. And again, she spoke merely telepathically just to annoy him. You know, all in good nature. That, and safe to assume who ‘he’ was. Who else would it be—Ricardo Milos? God himself? Actually, well, the latter wasn’t too far off. Not by much! And so, without much of a thought, Vitalia would begin to pick up a decent pace, following her senses to where the hybrid wonder would hopefully be.

tags - vitalia

,,,bless you,,, I’m actually sobbing right now you’ve no idea

Soft paws pushed their way after Apollo, gazing ahead at the stalks of bamboo that lay before the small group. Heedless to say, this was not quite a position she had ever expected to find herself in. The feline herself was unsure of what it was that resulted in them.. a small rag-tag group banded together.. what was it that had happened? That had resulted in the three souls to decide to travel together as opposed to merely headed off in separate directions like she had so many other times in the past. It wasn’t that she was complaining, no! No, she was not. Despite how difficult it could be at times to understand Luka—even given the bond shared between them of which Vitalia herself was unsure of what had even caused it—and the apparent hot-headedness of Apollo, she did not mind traveling with them. Many, many moons had passed since the feline had last called a group her home, and now, here she stood at the gates of a bamboo oasis, flanked by friends.. searching for a home.

She was back. Even now, she couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh of ironic amusement. The Dark Dynasty resided here... and if the tales she had head spun right, they were what became of the legacy of Darkclan. A clan she had ran from as many times as she had come crawling back to it.. begging to be let back in through their doors. Despite the wars she had fought against the group and the lives they had ripped away from her home and metaphorical family, she always came back. An internal yearning tonrevert back to what was old. What was familiar. What was familial.

”You two ready?” Apollo’s voice hit receiving ears, and Vitalia would duck her head down, biting on her lower lip as emerald eyes scanned the ground, slowly passing underfoot with each and every step she took. Was she ready? Mayhaps... or she was not. Ready for what, exactly? It had been so long since she had settled down in one place... so long since she had called a particular group home. Since she had been standing at the gates, begging to be let back in.

But this time was different: she was not alone.

Two friends flanked her side as she brought up the rear. Whether or not she knew them as well as she had once known those before her, her loyalties were set. A cowards’s game to step out here and now; selfish of herself to think of even doing so much. ”Of course,” she replied curtly, pulling her head back up and casting a quiet and dazed glance towards the flame-tailed tomcat. It was a honest, half-truthfulness hidden within a lie. She was not ready, perhaps, but she was here now before her decision jumped ship.

//edit in typos,,

tags - vitalia

It was as somebody approached that Vitalia finally fully came to a true standstill, allowing her wary eyes to fall upon the other feline. Despite her instinct, he seemed rather friendly, and when Apollo took the lead in speaking, she would let him. Mouth shut silent, the feline would merely listen, offering a light nod of her head in affirmation in reference to her name, and further quirking a brow at the other’s particular choice in words. Perhaps not quite the way she would have personally gone about referencing the clan, but to each their own. Besides, it earned nothing more then a light chuckle as the stranger—or Glitteringgold, as he introduced himself not too long after—would provide the three with a soft welcome, landing with relief upon her ears. She did not loosen up, however, and would offer back, ”A pleasure indeed; thank you, Glitteringgold,”

Her voice waved slightly as she turned to face a new, bearing stranger and member of the group. A leopard dwarfed her, though Vitalia would do naughty but offer back a nervous yet hearty grin, pulling her tail close to her. ”Tranquil. And you too; thank you... I’m a bit thirsty. Perhaps sometime you could show me to a stream? Or a pond? Wherever it is y’all get water around here?” perhaps self control and independence would have told her to turn down the offer even if she would rather take it up, but what other, better opportunity did she have? Besides, the sooner she delved herself into the society here, the less of a struggle it should be to become comfortable and familiar with those who already resided.

//I am too!! It’s been so long!

tags - vitalia

She did not speak. She was annoying; seemed that annoying Apollo in as friendly in a way as she could was rather a fun thing to do. Sorry about that, but it looks like it’s happening. However, despite this, she kept pressing forwards, taking his silence in return without much of a second thought as her attention was quickly drawn away to rest on the face that grew in her sights, familiar of that to their third party member. However, she did not speak to fully acknowledge his presence as her attention was snagged and fixated somewhere else.. solely on the new collection of weapons that the canine had by his side. Quickly, before her lay a dagger, beautifuly and masterfully crafted into the likes of a weapon she had never seen before. Completely and utterly unique, and presented to her. Was it a gift? She was silently speechless for the time’s moments, collecting thoughts as Luka presented the quiver of arrows to Apollo.

”This is.. beautiful. Did you make it..?” she would finally speak, running a paw over the length of the weapon. The symbols.. ”What does it say?” a couple questions, but of answers she couldn’t fully hold back. It looked old, but not worn and incapable of getting it’s job and purpose done. A couple more seconds she studied the marks engraved into the surface and the designs cast before looking back up, flashing a wide and hearty grin, and then turning her head to further examine the ammunition presented to the other.

tags - vitalia