she's gone and run off again | joiner(s?)

"Are you sure we're headed the right way," a voice would say as the feline ducked out from some brush. An odd sight indeed, they were. From the shoulder down they appeared to be your typical feline, with a split pelt of silver tabby and orange tabby. From the shoulder up was where things got weird. Two heads sat there, seemingly of different personalities, bickering.

[b]"Really, Alani? We're headed for Elysium, which is at the only mountain on the island. And were walking towards a mountain." said the orange tabby head, the tag on their green collar twinkling as they shook their head. The silver tabby head huffed, looking away as they walked. They slowly came to a stop at the Elysium's border, coming to a seated position. "'Ello? Anyone here?" Alani calls out.

"Does anyone even live in these mountains anymore?" asked Hani, ALani responding by shrugging their shoulders. "Hard to tell with this kind of territory."[/b]

HAVE YOU SEEN MY SISTER EVELYN?

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BLOOD AND BONE !

the soft uncurling of sunlight, cotton candy smiles bleeding red, dripping blood. all grainy images that you never want to reveal to yourself: reflection. hisoka is the catastrophe hidden in the stillness, the mourning of a single-note song and the death of all the purity. Bloodlust and cake

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"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]Ura, what's this?[/glow]" the trilling call of the kitsune was the first announcement to his appearance. Flickering in front of the two with a swipe of one of his tails. Golden coined eyes watching, scrutinizing the pair of twins as he escaped from a nearby underbrush. and my what an interesting sight deigned from the appearance of the stranger. Hisoka knew there were care for some caution; the murder of a clanmate had faded from the kitsune's mind as soon as his appearance into the clan: he didn't care much. A threat along the border would prove an interesting challenge to him, a passing curiosity- but he couldn't fathom his own death, not from a strange feline with a pair of heads. The look of the stranger was rather... unthreatening.

"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]A pair of strangers, seeking us out[/glow]" there was a delight in his expression, in his form but- ah: in his eyes was a different nature; narrowed slightly. gold eyes narrowing on the silver tag that hung loosely along their neck- neck's? A claimed pair. Humans were non-existent on the islands: that much was for certain. But it should be noted that was the reason he choose this island as a habitual place of dwelling. "[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]I'm curious, are you looking for a place to settle?[/glow]"

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

They'd seen weirder things in the Badlands. Sure, pretty much everything there compared horrifically to where Clony lived currently, but the Badlands were all they knew. Comparisons had to be made, even if they were far from accurate or left them scratching their head. A creature with two heads and two tails? It wasn't the oddest thing they'd ever seen. Large wings cause for them to flutter over, and they land and stride a few paces to wear off the rest of the momentum. Hearty landings needed such a walk after performing such, after all.

Large ears twitch atop the bat's head. Wondering if people still lived here? That wasn't a surprising question, if Clony was honest. Snow tended to deter most warmer creatures - they thankfully had dense charcoal fur to save them. "Yes! We do live here, hi and hello! My name's Clony! Could I get your name...s? Names? Or name." The bat chatters, fluffy tail swinging behind them. Two heads, clearly that meant two different voices. Did it mean two names as well? Curiosity never hurt them before - it had, but they were choosing to ignore such a thought - and so the telepathic inquiry was flung over.

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