Posts by arya.

Arya moves forward at the call for weekly tasks, a familiar duty of hers in the Ruins - she has yet to participate here in the jungle. She is but a dog, a soldier more like it, obeying commands as they are given - so things like this come easy to her. There usually is little thought put into such tasks, the trouble comes when she is the one who takes on the task of giving... well, tasks. The obsidian savannah pads up to sit beside Cody, not sparing those around her a glance and instead focusing on her cousin. "I'll take one." She repeats after the last voice speaks, essentially repeating everyone else's words in hope of not being left out.

Flowers. Arya had never understood flowers. Everyone thought they were so beautiful, colorful like the rainbow and a sign of... what? Beauty? Innocence? Her daughter was named after a flower, though it certainly did not bring the image of purity and gentleness to her mind while thinking about Bloodpoppy. Regardless, Arya had never spent her days relishing in the beauty of the world. She much preferred doing straightforward things - things that would come around in the future and prove useful. The small savannah had little grasp on doing things because others enjoyed to, and so when she approached she didn't smile gently like those before her. Instead her first thought was - why is everyone sitting around wasting time? Perhaps the proclan life wasn't for her, whose ideas of fun were much different and twisted than those before her. But she was changing, much life the flowers that they were cutting the stems of before her.

Pale red orbs linger on the woman she doesn't know - small and petite, much unlike herself in regard to the second term. She seems very ghostly in her nature, it makes the shadowy woman stare slightly before her gaze snaps to Marrok, his question making ebony ears flick slightly. Gaze travels between those gathered before returning to Astria - she doesn't want to overwhelm the stranger with her own questions, most centered around what use this would all be, so she stays quiet, simply waiting for a response to the chatter of her other clanmates.

This child is unfamiliar to Arya, despite formerly fleeing from the place she now held a dual-alliance with. The commotion the girl caused didn't go unnoticed by the small savannah, who followed Marrok and arrived not soon after he began to rapidly question them. Her terrified yelp, restricted by the tightness of her bow, had sent a similar chill down her spine to Felix's. Discomfort nested in her stomach and obsidian paws carried herself to where the three of them stood, a quiet breath of air escaping her upon realizing that the girl was completely fine. Concern turns to confusion, she peers at the child with some sort of odd curiosity. Who was she? Why did she feel familiar? Arya couldn't place a paw on it - perhaps she'd seen her somewhere in the edges of her memory but she pushes aside the feeling and sits down behind the pacing Marrok. "Relax, Marrok." She says lowly before turning her attention to the child. "Who are you?"

Arya's past seemed not too far off from Karma's. A shadowy feline born in the sands of bloodlust and bred as a warmonger, told that slitting throats and shedding blood was a simple fact of life. She did what she had to do to survive - and to survive was to conquer. It was sadistic and it was terrifying, but for a small feline like herself it was exhilarating to hold some sort of power over those who would crush her if this world relied on mindless instincts. Now she was here in the Flights, a place that would either break her sanity or redeem her. She didn't know which it was yet, but those around her seemed to trust her. Baby steps.

Pale red eyes glow in the shadowy jungle as she treads forward and comes to a stop next to the Empress, staring up at the maned wolf with a stoic expression that she wore more often than not. Half-lidded eyes feigned boredom, though there was curiosity hidden in those calculating eyes of hers that bore into the taller stranger before her. Autopilot is quick to assist and she is left to marvel at the way proclans jumped to anyone and everyones aid; a fascinating concept to her, one she couldn't quite grasp and might never be able to. She was a paranoid woman at heart, surely a product of her upbringing but perhaps something that came from fickle relationships that wore at an already-begrudging heart. So off she sits to the side, unmoving as she watches the maned wolf with a certain level of suspicion in her gaze; one wrong move and I will break you.

She'd been to the beach twice. Once was on the occasion of a family trip - the first one actually. She remembers being a restless child strapped into her seatbelt amongst her other siblings, glad to pile out of the minivan that Veronica had driven. Nadia was still alive and the relationship between her siblings was fickle and childish. She remembers making fun of Sangria, teasing her while dauntlessly leaning off the patio of their little hotel room that they all shared. Things were different now - it was a thought she could never quite push away from her mind, especially in moments of such stunning change.

The second time she'd been to the beach was with her own children. Boppy and Maho had enjoyed it, the former following her around like a little pale shadow. Her lover, or rather ex-lover, had been nowhere to be found - he would turn up a few weeks later in the form of a phone call during the most tumultuous time of her life, begging her to come over. Aside from what was to come in the future of that little beach trip, it had been a relatively smooth trip. She was thankful she wasn't cursed with children so blatantly troublesome and defiant as herself, though it definitely made her feel more guilty.

Curly hair wove around almond-colored shoulders, a wild blur of darkness as she set up her little area on the beach. Perhaps her sisters would be here soon, but for now the only one she really found herself comfortable around (who was set up anyway) was Freya. Her Aunt, a high-ranking member of the Volary Heights community, a familiar face in the crowd of friendly strangers. So it wasn't unlikely that Arya made her way towards the woman nearly the first chance she got, only to be met with a near head-shot from a beach ball.

Luckily, Arya's reflexes were anything but slow. There's not a second wasted as the beach ball comes flying towards her face, hand slamming it down into the ground with such force that sand flew everywhere. Instead of a satisfactory thwump against her head, the noise it made was more like a disappointing hiss as air released from the ball and it deflated at Arya's feet - perhaps she'd gone a bit overboard, been a bit too rough.

Half-lidded red gaze strays back up to where Freya stands, humorous irritancy glimmering in her eyes. "Nice try, better luck next time." Maybe if she picked an easier victim the ball wouldn't be deflated.... though a part of her told her it was definitely her fault.

Arya and Cody were alike in more ways than one, but in recent circumstances it was moreso that neither of them seemed to catch a break. Though granted, the wolf before her seemed more set on living a life of peace and healing while she was definitely running around stirring the pot a little more than him. Still, it didn't change the fact that hardships often time fell into her lap and left her with little control over things, so his feelings were unknowingly shared by one of the newer Volarians.

Obsidian paws carry her to Swan's Lagoon, a place she's taken a liking to recently. Sharp words catch ebony ears as she comes into view, recognizing the three boys almost instantly. She was getting used to it here - a reassuring thought in some ways, a terrifying one in others. "So are you." Arya states calmly in response to Takyon with a yawn as she pads up besides Marrok, moving closer to look at the duckling nestled in Cody's upper arm. The whole bird thing around here was quite odd in her opinion, but it was true that she'd seen more bizarre things in her lifetime. Still, this sight was something pretty damn amusing in her opinion. A low snort escapes the Guardian Dove as she leans back, pale red gaze focusing on the duckling as she speaks. "It's really uh... taken to you, huh." She says uncomfortably, tail lashing slightly behind her as her gaze strays back up to Cody. "What are you gonna name it?"

Pale red eyes flit up as a voice enters her head, ebony ears flitting back against her head in a fleeting moment of annoyance. Did everyone around here have the ability to pry around in her head and put words in her mind? Nevermind that, this is not the time to be thinking such things - a raspy breath escapes her as she twists, the branch moving slightly due to Takryon's mental capabilities enough to where she can roll onto her back and push the rest of it off of her alongside him, claws embedding in wet bark as she gives one last push with all fours. As the branch rolls away she scrambles, hunched over and grasping for breath - she takes a few quick seconds to check herself over but there are no glaring injuries, a few cuts and some soon-to-be nasty bruises left in the wake of the storm.

Thank you, mouthed words becuse it's much too loud in this instant to be yelling and she's still catching her breath. Arya shakes her head of water and debris, staring at the child who is now looking towards where his brother ran off to. "Go!" She screams hoarsely over the wind, voice barely audible over the whipping winds. "I'll catch up!" She turns, looking back towards the way she came and dashing back to retrieve her sisters, frantically making her way through the mud. They'd made it this far - a goddamn storm wouldn't be the thing to take them out.

"What're you doing?" Confused voice rings through the air as the melanistic savannah stumbles upon the adopted child of her Aunt, squinting as he winces irritably. A frown curls her maw, head tilting ever so slightly as she crouches down to poke at his finished product arrowheads, touching the point with her paw. The pain isn't enough to make her gasp or cry out in pain - instead she lingers, looking up at him quizzically before drawing away and sitting upright. Arrows seemed to be some kind of trend here, but perhaps it was just some tradition she didn't know about, as getting used to the culture around here was proving to be more difficult than she thought at first.

She still stands by the idea that there are much more powerful weapons than throwing and shooting arrows, but she holds her tongue. The boy before her already has a distaste for her blunt nature, and she doesn't feel like fighting with a child today so she simply doesn't speak her mind this time.

Legrandite pushes the cream and sugar towards her and her nose wrinkles a little bit more, reaching her head out to sniff at the tea products. She moves to put some sugar in her tea, pausing slightly as Felix begins to talk about his mercenary past. Her hesitation is slight, barely noticeable, but her muscles tense momentarily and her ears flick backwards. Mercenary work - it was something she'd always wanted to do as a child, spurred by the thought that Ver had gained most of her power from going down that life path. It set her off - had her mother been a part of Felix's ring? She pushes thoughts aside and looks down at her tea, a gentle smirk coming to rest upon her maw at his joke. It was the truth - everything here was muggy and damp, it almost made her skin crawl.

Ebony ears swivel and she glances up at the child as he once again began to speak about her former home. The smirk is slow to fade, analyzing him as he speaks - the Ruins would never change, but she would. Somehow his words don't make sense in her mind - but you have. This was a lie - Arya was not good or morally correct despite the way some of her morals leaned to be something more open than what they were in the past. He knew nothing about her - annoyance swelled and sank in her chest as he spoke of things he knew not, his heart in the right place but his words so far from right. I want to understand you better - she knows he never will, for she can hardly understand herself; and that is the most frustrating part of it all. Her teeth grit and grind, looking away as he asks of her favorite memories of the Harrow Desert.

She doesn't answer for a long time, breaths silent as if something is caught in her windpipe. She looks off into the shadowy jungle, taken away as memories wash over her like the waves in the ocean. Arya drowns in them a moment - what was her best memory of the Ruins? Eyes slit slightly, lost in her own mind as she swims through a collection of memories. Her first raid? Her first capture and torture? Both were around the same time (six or seven moons, right?), perhaps an attempt at compensating and making her presence known for all the time she'd spent watching from the shadows. But no - those were just blips in a long list of victims and raids led, ending in nothing. Her breath hitches slightly at a memory, a new visible tenseness in her limbs as she turns to look back at Felix and Legrandite, eyes now half-lidded in an attempt to hide any overspilling emotion, voice monotoned but unable to hide the raw exhaustion in it.

"The day I asked Elian to mentor me." There is nothing truly special about the day - it was just like any other, except for the fact that her training had officially started. Maybe it was what came after that she was fond of - Elian training her, gaining his trust. Going from a mentor-apprentice relationship to a friendship, and eventually co-Regents. She pauses slightly before continuing. "In the Ruins it's rare to find apprentices and mentors who get paired together - usually the bold, eager children choose their apprentices. Elian was... he caught my eye." Another pause, the smirk fleetingly returning. "I was reckless and impatient. I didn't want to be a typical fighter - I wanted to be the best, so I picked the best. And I was right - he's the new King." The smirk fades and glazed eyes blink away the haze of a memory too definite to be forgotten, though now her stoic expression holds a mix between nostalgia and anger. "I learned a lot," Both from Elian and from up-and-leaving the Ruins halfway through her training, but she wouldn't mention that. "the next time we meet we will see if I learned enough." Her tone turns steely as she looks down at her tea again, simply watching the stillness of the liquid in her cup.

Gifts. Arya never received many gifts, but to be fair she never found herself giving them either. The only gifts she had ever received were from Ver, Speedfreak, and just recently Ulla. One a sword, the other a keychain of sorts, and then a necklace. Now that she was thinking about it, a small frown comes to her maw as she realizes she's never given anyone gifts back. Damn, she kinda sucked.

The melanistic savannah moves lithely forward, coming to join the little welcoming party and sitting herself beside Freya. The grandeur is a little too much in her eyes, but anything to make newcomers feel welcome, right? Bitterly she thinks of the fact that she had a guard following her around for a week, but it was no matter. Scalding thoughts are fleeting, considering she understands the purpose of such actions and although this might not be where she wants to be most in this moment, she is here nevertheless. It was hard for her to make small talk like this, mostly due to her awkwardness, but she's brought over mostly by the allusion that there would be a gift for Ulla and to get to know some of the new faces. Pale red eyes flit over her shoulder inattentively, distracted and thinking about something else until her Aunt speaks and commends her son on his hard work. Slowly the Guardian dove nods her agreement, long tail coming to curl around her paws as she watches the somewhat-familiar faces roll in.

[ this is mad cute. hello! i'm ivory, i play arya and demeter (sk &sv) in agrelos as well as larchpaw (windclan) and honeypaw (skyclan) in trad. i'm a college student and a virgo who spends her time rping, hanging w friends, or playing animal crossing: new horizons. i love watching youtube & HBO shows! if you want to plot w this smelly gorl idk why you would want to shes awful feel free to pm me onsite or msg me on discord! ]

Swan's Lagoon was quickly becoming one of her favorite spots in the territory, a place she visited daily just to rest or bask in the sunlight that filtered through the pretty scenic area. She enjoyed the rushing of the waterfall and jumping into the water off the cliff in moments where she was alone, or simply watching the fish beneath the clear blue water.

The former Ruiner was still almost entirely unaware that this was a tradition of sorts, so when she padded forward she wasn't awed by Marrok's choice to leap off the cliff as she had done a few weeks ago. Instead she moves to sit down beside Karma and Grand as he looms over the edge, watching intently though squinting red eyes as he considers the drop before he does it. She hardly notices everyone else's apprehension until they breath outwards, glancing at them a little bewildered as if only just noticing the tension in the air. Arya gets to her paws and wades about knee-deep into the cool water, leaning down to look at the fish before returning her attention to the winged sabertooth, somewhat surprised to see the childish grin spread across his face. It startled the Guardian Dove - she still wasn't used to seeing the youth as a child. He was too large and too mature to be one from her experiences with him, save a few moments - this was one of them.

"Nice." She says slightly awkwardly, not sure if commending him would be the right thing to do so instead she offers a subtle compliment with a light dip of her head.

Arya was roaming through the territory, perhaps still getting herself used to the loud screeches of the birds or rushing water. The air was damp and muggy - it made her fur coil slightly, hardly noticeable in the mess of shadow-colored fur but gracing her with it's slight presence as her body adapted to her new surroundings. Unsheathed claws sank into the ground beneath her, whiskers twitching with disgust as she feels the dirt curl under her claws. That was one thing - there was so much upkeep of hygiene while living in the jungle. Mud and dirt was everywhere, it was constantly raining or feeling to be on the brink of rain. Unlike the doe she was about to see for what felt like the first time each time they met, she isn't as settled into her new home as much as she would like to be. She does not wear innocence upon her sleeve - she is a magnet to bloodshed and war, and she finds herself surprised that she hasn't wrecked havoc upon this place. Yet.

Her name is uttered in familiar soft tones, ebony ears swiveling and eyebrows drawing together in slight confusion as she drops a muddy paw to the earth and slinks forward, moving in and out of the shadows of the jungle. When she emerges, it's into the light and upon the border, blinking a few times as if to make sure she was setting things right. She hardly registers that Marrok stands there at the border, instead an easy smirk twitching onto begrudging lips as she trots forward, sitting beside the Swan of Healing and tilting her head upwards to look at the Shaderunner. "Ulla," Gravelly tones are just a smidge softer, name rolling off her tongue smoothly. Familiarly. Their chat in the underground lake had been a good one, and though Arya might take it to the grave she was growing to enjoy the other woman's presence much more than she expected, considering she still thought Ulla was 'the other woman'.

Gifts were rarely received and likewise rarely gifted in the small savannah's life. She'd earned two gifts in her life - one being the sword melded from Ver's first weapon, and the other a little trinket from her friend in the Ruins. The sentence was grazed over, instead Ulla's presence bringing her more pleasure than any gift ever could. "A dual-alliance, huh?" Why? Words dance on the tip of her tone, coy and much more confident than she will ever be. So instead she falls silent for another beat, tail waving slightly behind her form. Smirk shifts slightly, something more akin to a smile than it is usually but the change is hardly noticeable to someone who might not know her well. "Welcome to the Flights then." Certainly a much kinder greeting than she gave others, usual pale red eyes filled with suspicion but this time muscles remain relaxed and tone stays light. Gaze flits to Marrok, finally acknowledging him and realizing he's asked if she wants to be brought to camp.

Despite her considerably good relations with the rest of the Tormenta-Millions, Arya knew very little about Raeliana. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she knew the other girl's name. All she knows is that she's a familiar face in a sea of unfamiliarity - kind in ways but oddly offputting in a way that the obsidian savannah couldn't quite explain. So stumbling upon her while on a walk is quite the surprise - she's met with the smell of desert sands, though she can immediately tell the difference between the Ruins and the Kingdom's scent so there is not a second she spends tensed up.

One of Sangria's members observing an oddly colored flora. Arya had heard whispers that there were Solarians coming to stay in the Flights for a while, but she had been there that day on the border when the two sisters had blown up in an argument. Ebony ears twitch, a small frown curling on her maw as she sits down beside Felix, eyebrows drawing slightly together as she watches the other woman poke and prod at the plant. Arya's knowledge of poisons and herbs were exactly slim to none, similar to her knowledge about reading save the one time Claret tried to teach her. The Guardian Dove moves to sit down beside the Vulture of War, tail lashing behind her as she awaits an answer.

She hardly knew her adopted brother. Could she even call him that? Sure, Ver had adopted him, but Arya didn't think he'd taken the Million surname publicly despite seeing him at family gatherings more than once. Perhaps it was a good thing she knew nothing about him - for if she'd learned of his crimes with Carmenere she would consider slitting his throat and ripping out his lungs. But that was neither here nor there - she knew nothing about what in her eyes would be considered betrayal, instead merely knowing him as her sister's co-leader.

Pale red eyes land on the other domestic, tilting her head up slightly as she comes up on the right side of Felix and peers at the leader. "King Marigold." She answers, unfortunately believing to be doing him a favor. Introducing yourself as a high position had to be awkward, especially slinging the term King in front of it. "What can we do for you?" Gravelly tone comes out wary, and though her words are kinder than the man next to her's, the tone isn't all too friendly.

Birds. They were odd, unfamiliar creatures - the only bird she'd ever met was Umbral, unbeknownst to her was long gone by now. The raven had been a little loud, sentient and didn't interact much with the melanistic savannah. With such a lack of care or knowledge of birds, it was quite odd that she found herself in a jungle full of bird-owners. It was blunt to think of it that way but in her head it was true - companions, pets, whatever the Volarians wanted to call them, the jungle prey worked alongside the society she had joined and despite opting to do so she was still grappling with the idea of "bird culture" as some would claim it.

Onyx paws tread over damp grounds, drawn by the loud shrieking of Takyon's new friend. At first she comes too close, ebony ears pinning against her head as she quickly shifts over to the side of Marrok, peering at the creature through slitted red eyes. It was injured? But how? Maybe by some passing stranger who wanted a meal - or maybe it was dumb enough to injure itself. Regardless of the circumstances, the former Ruiner couldn't help but be slightly bewildered at the way those around her cared for the bird in the child's paws.

It was also odd seeing Takyon so... calm? The youth was a spitfire boy, scrappy and seemingly hungry for a fight. She didn't dislike him though his temperament was an issue in her eyes - his personality was nothing short of what she'd lived with her entire life, though she did enjoy playing into his anger. It was always fun to rile someone up, especially when they were attempting to rile up others whether it be intentional or not. Though in this category, she's the least knowledgeable here. Instead of offering words of advice, considering she had absolutely none, Arya simply sits back and watches them take care of the injured avian.

Much like Marrok, Arya cannot picture herself taking care of a bird. Maternal instincts had kicked in after the birth of her own children much to her surprise, but not even herself had expected that. Her days were already consumed by taking care of her younger sisters, exploring the territory, and sometimes traveling to Shadow Veil just to catch a quick break. Sure, it sounded relaxing but changing an entire lifestyle had been incredibly difficult - she'd come a long way from where she started and yet there were miles and miles to go, with no end in sight. But that was okay, as long as her paws kept moving along the road.

She never really understood the purpose of nesting trials or raising birds as your own; it seemed to come so easily to the Volarians and yet she still grappled with the thought of owning her own bird. Raising it from an egg to a hatchling to an adult and caring for it as if it were her own was... a foreign concept to her and rightfully so. Pale red eyes turn to slits as she squints at the two healers, incredibly different from herself and yet existing beside her.

Marroks inquires about a sound she didn't hear, so she glances at him oddly before returning her attention to Autopilot. "What are you doing?" Arya idly notes the softness in his eyes as he looks down at something out of her vision - perhaps he's found a child? Shit like that happened all the time in the Ruins, it wouldn't be odd to see a random child popping up without notice of where they came from or what they were doing here.

Arya doesn't recognize the canine, though she would remember his name if he stated it. While she clung to the idea that she maintained a dual-alliance in Shadow Veil, she knew damn well that keeping duties in two places was far too difficult than she could take on. She often times found herself spread too thin simply from traveling between two groups, and so she had asked Calina not to promote her to any positions further than a regular member. It was far too stressful and she quite liked her time in the Flights so far; she didn't want to ruin her progress by overworking herself under the guise of... what? Power? Plus, all she really wanted from the Veil was to see her daughter and her friend, plus a time to relax from time to time.

So while she doesn't know what Felix has decided when it's come to the Flights, his lack of a presence drew her to the conclusion. The melanistic savannah slides up beside Marrok, gaze resting on the taller Sanctuarian as onyx ears swivel in his direction, glancing at the Swan of Healing as he confirms how well they were doing. While it wasn't a lie, her tail curls around her paws as she returns her attention to Felix. "We had a storm recently but we're bouncing back." Is the only thing she tacks onto Marrok's words.

bumps this bc i constantly forget about it

Unlike the male at the border, Arya wasn't sure if this place registered in her head as 'home' yet. For her entire life she'd imagined her home as the Harrow Desert and so picturing this jungle as home was still incredibly foreign to her. But day by day she found herself settling in more, growing more and more comfortable with the uncomfortable mugginess of the forest. Onyx paws lead her to the border on a lone patrol, simply wanting to get some fresh air when she stumbles across a distant voice. Large ears swivel and eyebrows draw together slightly, a pause in her step before she moves lithely through the undergrowth and finds herself standing a few paces away from the stranger, pale red orbs glowing in the shadowy lighting of the jungle.

Ravelights, Daniel - he states more names than one and momentarily she wonders if it could be a facade. Multiple names for multiple identities? Was this a slip-up, did he forget to settle on one name? The newly appointed Sparrowhawk simply stares at him for a moment before silently breathing out of her nose, muscles still tense but seemingly less suspicious by his presence. Her tail lashes behind her and she simply nods towards the newcomer - er, old-comer? "Welcome back then." Arya's silent for a beat, studying the caracal before offering her name. "I'm Arya. Do you need to be showed back to camp?"

Much like Felix, Arya was never much a player. As a child she'd always been more of a watcher or a taunter, always stirring trouble with her siblings or taking notes on those around her. Games had never quite interested her save for the couple that were held in the Ruins, especially the one that had been made up where they had to snatch toys from the dirt. Regardless, she was more of a focused trainer and fighter than anything else. Now that she was in the Flights she had moments of clarity where she could relax - not everything had to be so overdriven anymore, it was peaceful. There were days were she stirred restlessly in her paranoia and practically instinctual need to organize a raid or something of the sort, but at the same time she would relish in this simplicity for as long as she could, for it had been too long since she'd had moments like this.

Cody was an interesting wolf to her - he seemed incredibly gentle and soft, but was apparently once a deputy in the Exiles, a group that crawled under her skin like ticks. And yet they were co-existing quite well and she found herself draw to the male out of her own curiosity. Did he think of his past home as she did his? Why had he left? Questions appear as she spots him playing tug of war with a tree, pale red gaze traveling up to observe the tire swing. Ah, his weekly task.

Felix beats her to it but it was unlikely that she'd try to step in anyways. So instead she leaps up to one of the lower branches of the tree across from the tire swing, letting her paws dangle as she laid down and watched the Vice Emperor step up to the plate. "Good luck." She simply says, though there's a note of amusement in her tone at the idea of Felix going flying into shrubbery.