Posts by Loudpaw

✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter grinned as his name was called, he received a title! Wow! He didn't even know what 'wing' entailed, last time he checked he was pretty wingless. But it sounded like a good thing to be called, so he was thoroughly pleased. But he hadn't been the only one to have their name called out, so many others had been promoted. And he was just as happy fot them!

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✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter has been holding himself in his room after a bout of sickness. He feared getting anyone sick so he’d kept to himself and bore through it with the occasional help from his mom. The dragonet lumbered into view, his eyes watering as he sniffled biting back a sneeze. He sat towards the back, forcing himself to look up at Blazestar

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✦ ✧ ✦ Skelter thought his sickness was a common cold, he believed it was nothing. A simple illness that would pass, but that wasn’t the case his syntomns had disappeared yet he felt a strange yearning in his chest. As if he was being pulled by a kind of magnet. It called out to him begged him, and he listened. Because as civilized as he was he had to listen to his instincts. His pencil dropped from his talon as he shook, biting his lip as he stared down at the words. He hoped mom would understand, he hoped she wouldn’t be made. He hoped no one would hate him, he may not be an adult but he had a destiny elsewhere. A dragon wasn’t meant to love in closed quarters, he’d outgrown the place and needed to find territory elsewhere. To make a name for himself. He’d never forget anyone here, never forget how they raised him. Burn hw couldn’t stay.

He would always remember them, even when he was old and wizened. He would name countless dragonets after them, tell them stories of his childhood and the small woman who raised them and his large former tribe filled with all kinds of species. He would smile softly as his grandkids crawled over his massive form, tears twinkling in his eyes as he remembered their faces even centuries into the future. Skelter was young now, he had so much to do, so much to be. He couldn’t be anything here. The dragon stared down at the paper before sighing and leaving the room, trying his best not to cry. He snuck out of the castle until he was in the meadow. And without a second though he flew for the first time, rising into the air higher and higher until he was gone. Leaving everything and everyone behind.

The last reminded had been a note, scrabbly and messy written on yellowing ancient paper: “Mom thank you so much for raising me but we could never live together. Please don’t cry, I’ll be fine out here so smile for my sake. Maybe one day I’ll visit, but if I don’t I will always remember you. I will remember all of you, so make sure you tell the others I love them to okay?”

~ Your dear son Skelter”

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// mentions of blood. You can skip the first part if you want

Destiny was a fickle thing, a stream that ebbed and flowed with time departing into small trickles of differing futures. Every small mistake, every insignificant word and action affected it all. His future flickered and changed at a moment notice. When he was a child he didn’t realize that, when he’d first felt his craving to explore the wilds. He’d left long ago; not once venturing back into the meadow he’d hatched in. Skelter was a man, a dragon one who couldn’t be tamed no matter how civilized he became. He yearned for freedom, to feel the air currents tug his mane. To feel the rain pelt his smooth scales as he tore through cumulus clouds, roaring loudly to let the world know that he was here. He’d seen it all, been all across agrelos and beyond, all on his own. An adventure no one else but him could experience, he was one of a kind. His destint and future has been his own, and he’d ensured they stayed that way.

His lanky body swerved through the air, nostrils expanding to take in the wonderful fresh scent of the higher altitudes. A low contented purr rumbling thoughout his chest. He was young and free, reaching his 12 month just days ago. His mother, the tribe seemed like a far off memory. His childhood was only a smidgen of his hopefully long and prosperous life. He believed the adventure was just about to unfold, now that he’d reached maturity he could join the other sub-adults of his breed and make a name for himself. Yet that would come to a crumbling stop, his peace would be permanently tainted. His life forever changed. A sharp pain lanced it’s way through his chest, causing the dragon to cry in pain. It sounded through his body, prickling through every tendon every sinew. Rattling him to the core, he didn’t realize he was falling. His teeth pierced through his lip, as he tried to stifle his pain, tried to hold back his roars of pain that rang loudly into the air. Roars that could be heard distantly as the cried down from the heavens on the ground below.

Without thinking he let go of his lip crying out one last thing. Begging for the one he’d left all those months ago. "Mother!" his voice was wretched and weak. Sounding nothing like him, his body gave one last lurch and a blinding pain blazed within him. A flash of white was seen beneath his eyelids and Skelter was gone. Unconscious as he fell towards the ground below. Blood and scales torpedoing and drifting in the air around him.

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His head pounded, as if he a sledgehammer was constantly slamming on his head. The male rose, before grimacing in pain as he felt something he’d never experienced before, pain. His eyes were hazy as he came to, his mouth dry as he tried to steady himself onto his languid unstable long legs. His one useable wing wrapping around him in comfort as his head cranes around cautiously trying to piece together what was happening. He didn’t know, didn’t know anything. He just knew the blood that matted his fur, and the burning pain in his head. One paw rose up to kneed at his forehead, pawpad pressing into the large gaping wound in between his fluffy ears. It throbbed painfully but he couldn’t do anything about it. He didn’t know how to do anything.

He took an intake of breath as he placed his bloody paw down. His brown gaze continued to look around unsure, at the forest around him. Many scents wafted in the area, belonging to creatures he didn’t know. He was scared, horrified even. He couldn’t defend himself, he was tiny and lanky and could barely move. So he lowered himself pitifully in the ground waiting with tense breaths for something to happen.

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The voice echoed in his ears sounding far away and distant, though this woman was right in front of him. The cheetah blearily rose his head, a low groan emitting from him. His head ached as he comprehended her words, words he didn’t even expect to understand. He knew nothing, nothing at all. But he knew now this woman was named Starcaller, and she seemingly was trying to help him. He wouldnt forget that in a hurry. His ears flicked as she inquired on his name, his identity. "my name?" he repeated aloud as if it was spoken in some foreign language. He interlocked gazes with her; eyes conflicted and hazy as he thought. "Skelter. My names Skelter" he blurted suddenly. That sounded right, it had to be what he was called. It was who he was, and it was all he was.

He obeyed her nudge, straightening up once more. Injured shoulders rolling as he forced himself upwards. Long tail wrapping around his paws. His head still remained lowered, and he felt the urge to lay back down. "Hey.. umm Starcaller... Where am I exactly?" he asked softy his voice raw.

A newcomer had arrived, long legged yet slightly smaller than him. His spotted pelt reminded him faintly of his own, he may not have been able to recall what his face looked like but he reckoned it looked like this strangers. He flicked his ears at the sound of his loud voice, wincing at his tone. Why was he hissing so loudly? His paw reached back up to clutch his wound.

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He gave her a wobbly smile, despite the pain coursing through every muscle and ligament in his face. Screeching in white hot pain at every slight twitch of his nerves. He didn’t feel like he was doing much more than painfully hunching over but she seemed so grateful for his flimsy cooperation. For him it felt like being on cloud nine. He felt the urge to lean into her to stable himself as she rested her paw on him. But instead he winced, fearing what was about to come. He gulped but nodded bracing himself as those paws began to prod into his wound. Pressing into his fragile burning skin causing him to seeth. Agony continuously shit through his head and he wanted to bury his claws into his cranium but she pushed them away and he couldn’t do much more but obey. He couldn’t fight, nor did he want to.

Volary Flights? Had he been here before, was he supposed to know what they were. Though if she belonged here he ought to think it was a good place to be. He looked her in the eyes again, his pale gaze conflicted and hazy. He would try, he really would with all his might. Even as the seconds began to feel like hours. He wanted to keel over to faint but he didn’t. He forced himself to speak again "please" he murmured. He didn’t want to wound to get worse, he just wanted this nightmare to be over.

Another strange voice perturbed them, and he didn’t have the energy to look up at the new male. He wearily flicked an ear, trying to comprehend what he meant. Did he remember anything? Skelter didn’t know, he just knew he was here. He had no previous knowledge of what led him to this point, just terrible pain and darkness. His life before was gone, not even a fractured shadow of a memory. He felt nothing, felt so hollow about that fact. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to mourn, be angry or happy. He shook his head "no. I don’t remember a thing" his voice was soft, almost hard to make out under he rasping breaths.

A fourth newcomer had arrived, one who’s eyes bore into him like he was a fresh piece of flesh. Watching him with demented interest from afar. He loosely through his head back to catch a glimpse of the strange male. Trying to figure out who he was and what he wanted. He asked to help but Skelter wasn’t sure if that was his true intention. But what did he know?

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Skelter refused to be bedbound, he longed to stretch his legs. He had so much to discover, so much to learn and these task seemed like the perfect excuse to do just that. The cheetah carried himself over, humming contently as the sound of song purred in his ears. A riveting melody, it pleased his soul called out to him and brought him out of his herb induced slumber. He smiled brightly down at the male, Turningblue he believed. "hit me"

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Skelter was told to stay on the down low till his injuries healed but he had always been a thrill seeker. Always yearned to do something, he couldn’t stand to just lay in his bed waiting for his head to heal up. It was a waste of time, he was fine. Mostly fine anyway, and he was craving something to do. So he ventured to the local club, a beanie covering his head and bandages and a loose letterman jacket from the back of his closet wrapped around his gangly form. The young man pushed his way through the doors, earnest smile on his face as he soaked in the chaos of this place. Breathing in the smell of sweat, precipitation and the faint but heavy smell of weed that floated in the air. Ah this was the place to be.

His happiness dwindled as he caught sight of some familiar faces, god he could never escape. Skelter bit his lip, tempted to bail but sadly his feet didn’t obey him. He carried himself over to one of the seats, a seat in the back next to a very familiar woman. He slunk into, leaning back as he gave her an easy grin. Laughing nervously as he began to speak "Oh hey! I never would’ve guessed you’d go to a place like this" he rubbed the back of his head as he gaffawed. She was most likely pissed off at him, he feared her reaction. He’d only been out of the hospital for a few weeks and here he was going to a club with full intentions on getting wasted.

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Skelter was accostumed to the dreadful musty scent of his own blood. It was the first scent he recalled, it played in tune with his first memory. A memory that had only happened days before. Skelter limped his way through the jungle, long legs stepping over the undergrowth as he trotted towards the new smell. Blood was distinct, his smelled different than everyone else’s it was a subtle twinge but he noticed it. He came in beside Starcaller, brushing his useable wing against the healers side as comfort. She was a bundle of nerves or seemed, though she spoke so sweetly just like she had done for him. How did she ever acquire a talent like this when she so obviously hated the sight of blood?

Skelter lowered himself down to the pup’s level, smiling softly trying to show her he wasn’t a threat. His eyes traveled down to the knife she had clutched so tightly, he stepped back ears folding back in confusion. "Hey little one, we’re not gonna hurt you." he said in a hushed tone, he didn’t bother introducing himself. He had time for that later, he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

// Welcome <33

is that another Soul Eater icon I spy

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"The one and only" He chuckled, his hand going back to rub the back of his head. He leaned back in his chair comfortably, lazing into it as he shifted his still healing arms onto the rests. He kept his gaze focused on Starcaller. It was strange to think nurses even left the hospital. It was like seeing a teacher at the supermarket, it was unnatural. He’ of course didn’t mind seeing her at all, despite how awkward it felt and how he almost bailed. She’d been his favorite Nurse at he facility, always so sweet and kind. Yes the other doctors and nurses were always so kind to him but Star stood out.

As for trouble; he couldn’t stay out of it. Though his injuries didn’t allow him to do anything. He didn’t do anything bad per say, graffiti was an art form damnit! The city was his muse his passion, he didn’t see what was the big deal. He yearned to get back into action, to create murals once more (even if they were often erased) The young man chuckled than shrugged. "Well you know, I can’t stop myself. Was almost arrested the other day for y’know" he paused for dramatic affect "Jaywalking" there was a playful jest in his tone, he winked but didn’t let the moment last. He didn’t need her scolding him "Nope, I’ve been good. Been stuck in bed watching reruns 24/7" the truth was much less interesting. It was a bore.

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The shrill call of a bird sent him whirling from his nest, leaping to his paws as he wearily blinked the sleep out of his eyes. His paw instinctively went to his head to rub his temples. Every sound hurt especially yelling and bird shrieking. He felt his migraine coming back on but instead of whining and wallowing he left the confort of his resting place to venture into the crowd. His long strides carrying him to the back of the crowd. He lowered himself down, sitting on his haunches as he waited for the meeting to commence.

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Skelter would’ve loved to say he’d recognized this new face but that was an utter lie. He wouldn’t remember his own mother if he came face to face with her. The bandaged-yo cheetah limped his way over, broad smile on his face. He carried himself proudly, his body may have been held together by gauze and tightly wound bandages but Skelter didn’t falter. "Welcome back Paige" he started standing in front of the woman. "I’m Skelter. If there’s anything you need before you get settled back in just let me know"

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Skelter was a cheetah; the fastest natural animal in this world. His speed was unmarred by his injuries and he’d discovered it accidentally. He knew how dangerous these jungles were to traverse, vines and overgrown tree limbs stuck out everywhere. All it took was one misstep, one teensy little mistake and you’d fall straight onto your face. Or in this mans case, tangled in a plethora of vines. Oh what a strange sight it had been, Skelter blinked as he caught sight of the large quilled creature as it struggled in its bonds. He’d been on one of his daily runs, stretching his legs was of upmost importance as much as. Star “complained” about him straining he wasn’t going to sit still.

He made his way over, long strides carrying him towards the hedgehog. "That’s quite the pickle you got yourself in" he chided attempting to reach up his paws to sever some of the vines that wrapped around the others body. "So stranger, mind telling me how you got in this predicament? While your at it you could explain why you’re at it you might as well explain what buisness you have here in the Volary Flights"

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Skelter didn’t know how cheetahs were supposed to act, he had zero clue what he was or who he once was. Yet he felt a craving for warmth and comfort, especially during these cold lonely nights. He wanted someone to lay back to back with, they didn’t even have to talk to him all he wanted was the presence and comforting touch of a friend. Call it cuddling, call it whatever the hell you wanted. He just wanted the comfort and he was sure someone else would enjoy it to. He was tall and fluffy with large wings he was a walking heat box. His only issue was his plethora of injuries, yet they were healing miraculously quick.

The cheetah carried himself out into the cold. A blanket loosely hanging off his torso as he walked. He gulped opening his maw as if to call out. But he bailed, that was a very awkward thing to yell out. So he just stood there like a lost child, his blanket wrapped around him and his eyes blinking sleepily as he shuffled in place.

FUTURE!WARDEN ahh sorry this is so late.

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Skelter never bothered to ask anyone’s age but from the looks of it most of them were young. With a majority of them being in their first few years. He frowned, before shaking his head as he thought about it "Umm im not sure to be honest. Im really sorry? Maybe Warden? Actually I have no idea how old he is" he felt his fur prickle in embarrassment, he should have just waited for someone else to answer. Yet he felt so bad, he could only imagine how she felt. Having no one to come back to that she remembered, she must’ve been apart of another time lived through former glories. She must have a lot to talk about, he would love to learn more about the history of Volary or whatever other group she’d been in.

He may not be able to recover his own memories but learning about others always kept him enraptured. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

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He gave the child an amused smirk to humkr him. For someone who looked to be struggling he sure did have a ton a nerve. He wasn’t bothered, not in the slightest. He liked the boys energy, his spunk it was quite the sight to behold. Though that nickname “Kitty-Cat” thoroughly caught him off guard. He did say thanks and that’s all Skelter needed to here. "I’m sure you did. I’m glad you aren’t hurt" he purred, that was an assumption for all he knew the hedgehog pulled something.

He wonders how he should describe the flights to him, he hadn’t yet figured it out for himself yet. "we’re just a small little group." it wasn’t grand but it’d do he was satisfied with his response. Than he’s barraged with another question, one he expected but still it causes him to chuckle in embarrassment. Trying to shift his broken wing in it’s loose cast. Only to be met with a stinging pain that screams for him to stop moving it. "I fell from the sky. As cool as that sounds it’s really not as awesome as it sounds" he responds cheerily.

He hears the thumping of Marzipan and quickly turns to go up to the kit, offering him her paw to hold. Incase she wanted it, he didn’t want her to trip on any of the torn vines. He reckoned they’d both get an earful if she got hurt.

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Skelter had been searching for something fresh to eat out in the jungle. Perhaps a meaty bird or just some fresh fallen fruit, he didn’t mind. Instead he came face and face with another winged creature. An unfamiliar face that smelled distinctly different and rather unique, he gave off the vibe of someone who looked lost. The cheetah padded over forgetting about his task, a polite smile on his face. they asked if anyone was alive here; what a funny question. A group couldn’t be inhabited by dead creatures. "Hey. So what’s your buisness here in Volary Flights?" he sits in front of the other, curling his one useable wing around him for warmth.

// Magiiiiiii <3

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His ears perked at the sound of a new males call. Skelter made his way over, dipping his head to the newcomer. Chad was a rather different name, it was almost to simple and casual but it was easy on the ears. And wasn’t a pain to pronounce like his name was. "Greetings Chad, welcome to Volary!" he chimed excitedly. "I’m Skelter, if there’s anything you need just let me know"

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