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    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    //I want to apologize for how late this response is, my health's taken a bit of a nosedive at the moment and I've been trying to figure that out and not feeling that well, I hope you guys can forgive me for it!


    Claws caught the delicate skin clinging to the back of her skull, serpentine eyes widening ever-so-slightly at the action before the sharp spines made contact with her face.

    Her face had never been something she had valued, something she had always held a dislike for due to the fact of how blatantly obvious her heritage was. Yet, as cold spines pierced the scaled flesh with no mercy, it was all Vale could do to keep her mouth closed, those emerald green optics of her experiencing the same searing pain in particular as muffled screams through gritted teeth slipped loose.


    There was somebody talking, talking but she couldn't respond. She couldn't see who. A large paw would reach up towards where Bellona had that firm grasp on her head, trying to dig her own claws into the woman's paw, as deep as she could, until she was let go.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    //retro to capture

    It seemed that the damage from the raids hadn't reached as far as the center of camp, as the hybrid quietly hopped up onto the flat stone that rested there, serpentine eyes gazing at the scene around her. "Eli says to come here for a meeting." She called, that quiet voice of hers cracking a bit with how loudly she had spoken. A bell or something might be nice, the girl mused, as she watched a few venture forward, before she started to speak. "First off, I'd like to welcome Cookie and a welcome back to Ana, Ava says. Ana has set up a little shrine where you can give gifts to Agrelos' god, Aphy decided to host a clanwide sleepover, and invited a few other clans as well." She started, eyes flicking through the crowd quickly as she spoke, searching for those looks of approval or disappointment that seemed to lead her, like a dog on a leash. "As for the raids, they've ended, and with that comes a lot of work, Eli says. I'd love volunteers for sending a thank you basket to the Thunderlands, for somebody to form a little clean up crew since some stuff was smashed and burned, and for one of the medics to host a little check-up, to make sure nobody was seriously hurt." Vale added on. The Painted Brigade, meanwhile, Gabriel and her would probably have to discuss that. Nico had told her everything, and frankly, with not just her and her snakes wounded, but multiple clanmates, it could easily be said she was more than a bit miffed, a cold fury at their refusal hidden well behind quiet and gentle eyes.


    "There's only one demotion today, Hestia, unfortunately, you haven't been seen around, so you'll be demoted." Perhaps it was better for her to be doing it instead of Gabriel. Hestia was his daughter, after all, and it probably would hurt to be demoting your own flesh and blood. Yes, it was better Vale did it.


    "That's all, Eli says, unless somebody has something to add."

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Had they escaped?


    The fact that she was lacking that comfort, that protection of having her beloved companions with her brought anxiety to her. Even if she craved their company, it was likely better that they weren't here, not with this cold, this hostility emanating from the stranger that had overpowered her. The fact that she didn't know whether they were safe, the ones that had been with her, was just as pressing as the matter at hand. Vale had probably been a bit too confident in the aftermath of the raid, put too much trust in the fact that nobody would dare lurk around in the days following it, not with everybody on high alert. Serpentine eyes flicked upwards from her place on the ground where she had just been slammed into, the coppery taste of blood thick on her tongue already, the cut inside it stinging horribly, a dull ache permeating her skull as she lifted herself up. What had she done? More importantly, what had Hyperia done to deserve this? Nobody did anything to deserve this. This isn't justice. It's simply pointless violence.


    Emerald green optics hardened at her words, and the Hyperian leader got up, albeit a bit slowly, fully expecting a blow to keep her back down that didn't come.


    Vale would attempt to use her larger size to try and slam a heavy paw into the woman's head, hoping to force her down and return the favor she had been granted. She couldn't try to kill her, not as sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps as strangers approached, yet the stench of Ruins were plenty strong surrounding them. Even if she had the raw strength or powerful elementals to ensure Bellona would cease to breathe (she didn't), she she was well aware, she'd return in pieces. "Where are they?"

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    slams Vale down


    Please

    Would you be open to Bellona inflicting ocular trauma on her (enough to damage her vision, but not blind her), leaving some scarring around the eyes as well, along with maybe some deep wounds to her sides/shoulders/rest of her face if Bellona wanted?


    Or if you wanted to make it more personal, maybe she could kill Vale's companions in front of her? She considers those snakes like family so it might just break her.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    It had not simply been one snake tasked with the message, but two, the racer making surprisingly good time with his speed, the note dragging along in the dirt behind him as Nico crossed the border of the Painted Brigade. Vale could apologize in his stead later. He simply didn't have the ability to comprehend the idea of borders. Instead of wandering aimlessly, Nico deliberately sought out a living creature, pushing aside that uncertainty towards strangers almost all of her snakes felt when not by her side in order to ensure the snake charmer's safety, a sharp hiss likely catching the attention of whoever he found, and, if needed, would draw closer.


    Hyperia under attack. Please help. SR + SV


    -Vale

    BET THE PRESENT - raid, second wave

    That was all the note read.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    The leader who commanded such dangerous beings was nowhere to be seen, the snake charmer having trusted her beloved companions to get the job done. And get the job done Ava had, the milksnake having arrived with Vale's scribbled words tied loosely around the milksnake's body.


    The snake would wait continue to slither forward, no knowledge of boundaries in that tiny head of hers, tongue flickering as others approached, or rather, she approached them, seeking them out of sheer loyalty towards Vale. She would approach them fearlessly, beady black eyes holding no conceivable emotion in them as she waited for somebody to read the note.


    Hyperia under attack. Please help. SR + SV.


    -Vale


    FORK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL | RAID

    BET THE PRESENT - raid, second wave - this one needs a little bit of attention oof


    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Lorelai Million

    Vale had been slower to react than some of the others, and it seemed that her slower reaction time was a blessing rather than a curse, as the sound of sharp hissing could be heard, heads bobbing in a menacing way as the snake charmer approached, harsh words from her companions hitting her ears as she went to meet the intruders who dare step near her home. "Leo says he's going to quite enjoy watching you writhe in pain." She murmured, her voice soft and kind despite the dark words she spoke, of slow deaths and agonizing pain. Serpentine eyes settled on the strangers, as she came into view underneath the dim moonlight.


    That same soft smile graced her face, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes, and the sound of grass quietly parting and a sharp hiss was all the warning Lorelei would receive as Vera shot forward from her place on the ground, aiming to dig her fangs into the leopard's skin. The coral snake was fast, and even underneath the dim moonlight, with her small size, despite her bright coloring, she might have an even bigger advantage than Eli had in sinking venomous fangs into the girl. Just as quickly as Vera struck, whether it landed or not, the leopard would glide forward, graceful as the reptiles she called companions, eyes cold as she attempted to slam a paw into the younger leopard's head, hoping to overpower her with her strength and force the girl off of her feet. "You shouldn't have had come here. At least one of you is going to be tossed off the islands by the end of this." She murmured, not at all afraid to state her opinion. Vale looked back for the briefest of moments, hoping her adorable little messengers made it out of the chaos near the boats.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    She had taken the initiative to be here of her own free will, surprisingly enough, anxiety flashing in her eyes for the briefest of moments, the soft murmurs of her companions calming the woman, the snake charmer, for lack of a better word, weaving quietly through the crowd, her companions chattering quietly in that lovely language she could understand, taking extra note to avoid the Ruins and Exiles. It'd be such a shame, if one of her beloved friends were to lash out, considering she was hesitant to give out an experimental antidote, especially to somebody who had stood by and watched her clanmates be harmed. Serpentine eyes caught sight of a quiet corner, the leopard hybrid settling down there for the time being, catching sight of an even stranger looking being than herself there with her. "Your eye..." She began, curiosity filling her tone as an emerald green gaze bore into Cassiopeia, squinting to try and allow slightly-blurry vision to focus. "Is it that large to compensate for the fact that if it was smaller, you wouldn't have such a wide field of vision, besides what's in front of you, Eli asks?" The black mamba wrapped around her neck didn't quite have the capability to form such complex facial expressions, and over the time she'd spent with her companions, she'd naturally began to emulate whatever emotion they were trying to get across, her face falling from that usual neutral expression and morphing into one of curiosity. Vale had no right to complain about others looks, especially when her own face gave away her heritage.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    "It still happened, Eli says." She spoke up, finally, the quiet one finally allowing her voice to get out, translating for the black mamba as multiple eyes bore into the man. Truth be told, she didn't feel comfortable addressing anybody, still didn't. Likely never would, and it was something she constantly lamented, this anxiety that came with addressing a stranger. "Hyperia isn't just here for prisoners." She started, a sharp hiss cutting her off, the coral snake wrapped around her legs butting in with her opinion, and the younger leader paused, listening. "Vera is asking if you would tolerate that kind of treatment without retaliation. If you would sit back and watch it happen, and know it would happen again, she says. Will you be there next time your clan fucks up, she wonders, or will you offer up your own body, your own bones to be crushed, as compensation for their crimes?" She tilts her head, awaiting an answer for not just her questions, but her companions, unfocused eyes settling on the man.


    edit: ninja'd

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    //when you accidentally hit delete

    The sound of sharp hissing could be heard as the younger leader of Hyperia approached, a heavy cloak covering most of her body, but it didn't hide the creatures slithering beneath, clinging to her warmth, a few heads poking out, beady black eyes settled the horizon, alert, as well as a pair of unfocused emerald-green ones focusing on nothing. If somebody approached, her companions would alert her.


    The soft vibrations were picked up by the snakes first, heads bobbing and tongues flickering as they tasted the air, passing every bit of information gathered onto Vale. "Somebody's coming, Leo says." She murmured, and sure enough, the child appeared, calmly demanding what they were doing here.


    She let the Thunderlander speak, the leader's gaze flicking to Gabriel and Feliks, figuring they would prefer to address the child.


    [snake-leopard hybrid, medium-hard difficulty, venom glands, fights and defends herself with snakes, open to injury, pm for poisoning a character (lethal or not) or capture]



    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    "Confrontation isn't our strong suit, Eli says." The girl murmured as she approached, serpentine eyes flicking upwards towards her fellow leader as she stood amongst the gathering Hyperians. "But we'll go." She had never said it aloud, but Vale's sense of ethics was somewhat loose, even now. It showed in some of her comments, particularly concerning somebody's chances of death should they be bit, that monotone way she rattled off somebody's chances of survival was somewhat normal for her, if not a bit off-putting to others. Even then, in her silence, she was considering the chances, quietly wondering if somebody might not return alive or maimed from this. She supposed it was a bit contradictory, to not be able to handle the fact that somebody hurt a Hyperian, but she had no qualms about doing the same thing to another group if the situation called for it. Or selfish.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Serpentine eyes silently studied Feliks as the hybrid approached, quietly so as to not interrupt the conversation, ears pricked at the mention of the Ruins, recalling her own ability to go and confront them herself. The soft sound of hissing finally announced her presence after the two men fell silent, as a hurried conversation between serpentine companions arose, as Vale quietly listened to conflicting opinions and sometimes harsh words exchanged between comrades, before they came to an agreement as quickly as they had started the argument. "Leo says we should." She finally said, allowing the viper's words to be heard. "It's gone too far, to attack us unprovoked. We can't let it sit, he says, because then we'd be putting a glowing 'kick me' sign on our backs." She was a bit confused by his last words, but repeated them nonetheless, before opening her mouth again, speaking for herself. "I agree with him."

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Surprisingly enough, and perhaps a bit alarming, it had been easier than Vale had thought to pick up the most basic knowledge of herbs, the tattered book next to her being used as a sunning spot by Vera, the coral snake subdued for the time being by the strong sunlight, even during fall. Perhaps it was the fact that she had an extensive enough knowledge of poisons, primarily snake venom, but enough to be able to recognize some forms of poisonings, and how long the victim had. No knowledge of antidotes, though, besides having somebody else regulate small enough doses to gain resistance from them. That was what she had done with her snakes and common enough poisons, that much she could remember. It probably wouldn't work for herbs to have somebody else regulate the dose, but with snake venom... Perhaps she could try it out, if she could somehow pass on her own resistance to others. It was unlikely somebody would offer to be bit though, even if Vale assured them that even if the experiment failed, there was only a ten percent chance the dosage would be lethal enough to kill them.


    Sometimes, it made her wonder about those large chunks of missing pieces in her memory, what the reasoning could be behind such things. Then she would remember that it shouldn't matter to her. It was much happier to be here than to chase phantoms that had nothing to do with her anymore. Vale couldn't quite take off as she pleased for days at a time anymore. Slowly, as time passed, she found herself growing roots here, even as the people she grew to cherish came and passed. However, it was the boredom of staying in one place that was killing her, thus, this was the reason she was shirking whatever responsibility she had been given in favor of the dusty old book and random plants she found off the ground. Parts of them were poisonous, as well. Maybe she could try regulating the dosage herself, see how that went.


    "Chamomile..." The girl muttered, separating the white flowers from the small pile she had, gently shifting the snake from her position to compare it to the faded illustration in the book, a small smile on her face as she compared it. "Yep." She confirmed quietly, moving it aside.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Vale had been trailing behind Gabriel, meaning to ambush him with a question regarding the shifting alliances, ironically enough, when blurry eyes caught sight of the flower, drawing a bit closer to get a better look, serpentine eyes widening a bit in recognition. Aphy's flower. It was more common to see Aphy with it than without it. Mixed with the scent blood and sand, of Ruiners.


    A low growl startled her, and she glanced upward, multiple pairs of eyes watching as Gabriel snatched the flower, as though afraid such a treasure would be blown away by the slightest wind, never to be found, and took off. "Wait-" Vale, never the assertive one, likely couldn't stop him as the hybrid raised a paw. And of course. What reason do I have to stop him, exactly? Somebody was taken. However, even knowing it was Aphy, that sweet little girl with a smile on her face, who still believed her mother was coming back, even Vale was still too weak to be able to handle a verbal confrontation. It was best left to Gabriel.


    I don't have the wings or the courage to charge in for people important to me, either. It seemed better for her to stay here, and handle whatever chaos may arise from this, as serpentine eyes looked back to Cosmicshadow and Artemis, addressing the latter's question, eyes hardening a bit, even if that quiet, calm tone was still there, like light rain pattering on a windowsill. "Aphrodite has been taken." Now that the question's been answered, what next? Her facial expression remained neutral as she wracked her brains. "Gabriel's gone after her for now, so please be ready for when he comes back, okay?" It still felt so unlike her, to try and be assertive, and it showed in her tone that it was less of her attempting to exercise any power over them, and more praying the two would listen to her request. Depending on the outcome, those alliances she wanted to talk about could be flipped yet again.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    "Magic, from what I'm told, Eli says." Came the leader's quiet voice as she came to a stop behind the rest, blurry eyes focusing on the unfamiliar figure. The sound of soft hissing, as always, accompanied her arrival, her companions hanging off of her like a second skin. Unlike Erasmus and the others, she still wasn't all that comfortable with children. Not because she posed a danger to them, but considering how many times she had watched parents pulling their children closer when she approached, or any child, rightfully frightened by snakes, running from her, she'd learned it was best to avoid them. Aphy she could handle, and a few others, but she could only count them on one paw, and they were all quickly growing up. It made her curious as to how this one would react.


    Her head tilted a bit, offering a small smile to the child. "This is Hyperia."

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Vale was more focused on the clan itself rather the politics of others, and how Hyperia factored into the big picture. It was quite messy, according to her, and the other leader quietly approached, the sound of soft hissing accompanying her as her companions scrutinized the one who was at their border.


    Her head tilted a bit as her blurry gaze settled upon the other, coming to a stop a bit behind Gabriel. "Yes? What did you need?" She added on softly, considering the fact that Gabriel had already covered the question to Kingpin, she still spoke, simply out of habit.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    Blurry vision gradually focused on the unfamiliar child before her, as Vale stared, trying to place a name to the child, but failing. There weren't all that many children here, with Kady's children growing up, and most Hyperians being older apprentices to young adults apart from that.


    It might be a good idea to try and host a little playdate event of sorts, specifically for kids. Vale had heard from some clingy parent that it was good for children to form bonds with others early on. Not that she would know. Then again, she didn't, and she was fine.


    "Pillow... Pillow sweetie? Where are you?"


    The sound of Erasmus's voice was a familiar one, one she could put a name to, yet the name he called was unfamiliar. A child, probably, considering the endearment added to the end. And considering this child was unfamiliar, and Vale was not afraid to make mistakes, she moved forward. The sound of soft hissing could be heard as she bent her head down to the smaller creature's level, serpentine eyes still somewhat unfocused as she settled her gaze upon her. "Are you Pillow? Because if so, Erasmus is calling for you." She said softly, stating the obvious.

    What is left for me

    when I've given up everything —

    When Vale said she couldn't recall much from before she turned a year old, that much was true. Even if she claimed otherwise, she really had always been bothered by the discrepancies in her memories, especially when she compared it to Eli's and Vera's, the only two who had been with her at the time. They would claim one thing happened, she would claim another. Yet, she continued to brush it off, since it didn't affect her any longer.


    One thing she could recall, though, as autumn drew closer, was cinnamon apples. She had been offered them by somebody as a child, once. Who was it? A parent... no, somebody who was similar to a parent, but they didn't quite treat Vale the same way Gabriel and Kady had treated their children. And there had been more than two. Many had raised her, but most kept their distance. And from what she could recall, soon after, she didn't see that person anymore. Parent it was then. Vale simply didn't feel like dwelling on it.


    Back then, the taste had been good as well, but Vale hadn't quite registered it as much as she did now, a claw reaching out to pierce soft flesh, lifting it out of the still-simmering pot, as she chewed thoughtfully on the piece of peeled apple. It was a bit too soft, and more cinnamon-y than she remembered, but it was still good, eyes unfocused as she ate it.