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NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - DELILAH. - 07-26-2018
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]Delilah was hurried to gather the berries she needed for the pie she was going to bake, in all honesty. She was running a bit late, but the pastel feline knew better than to leave the territory. Not after what that gang did to her back then, the ones.. Who took her lover from her, way back then.
Magenta eyes carried themselves around awkwardly as she clumsy she-cat pushed through the thorny bushes of rasberries, whimpers of pain escaping her. God, this was miserable! "Uh, uhm.." She muttered softly, biting her lip as she pulled herself out, a paw full of rasberries and another full of thorns. Ah, damn.. Crimson blood pooled up at the edges of her paws, and the femme made her way over to a patch of grass to pick the thorns out of her paw. She really did hate this.
But it was all for cooking, though. She had to make it up to her groupmates. She had been so quiet, so useless. She couldn't fight, she was mostly like a pretty little statue who waited on the sidelines to help any injured comrades. Maybe she would be better as a doctor, instead of fighting.
Sakura petals seemed to shed from her fur, flying through the air, passing through the trees. The light pink maine coon was patient, trying her best to remain calm as she sorted through the berries and meat she had bought or found. Pleasant. She could make quite the picnic, couldn't she?
Magenta eyes carried themselves around awkwardly as she clumsy she-cat pushed through the thorny bushes of rasberries, whimpers of pain escaping her. God, this was miserable! "Uh, uhm.." She muttered softly, biting her lip as she pulled herself out, a paw full of rasberries and another full of thorns. Ah, damn.. Crimson blood pooled up at the edges of her paws, and the femme made her way over to a patch of grass to pick the thorns out of her paw. She really did hate this.
But it was all for cooking, though. She had to make it up to her groupmates. She had been so quiet, so useless. She couldn't fight, she was mostly like a pretty little statue who waited on the sidelines to help any injured comrades. Maybe she would be better as a doctor, instead of fighting.
Sakura petals seemed to shed from her fur, flying through the air, passing through the trees. The light pink maine coon was patient, trying her best to remain calm as she sorted through the berries and meat she had bought or found. Pleasant. She could make quite the picnic, couldn't she?
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - cavalrychoir - 07-27-2018
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He didn't need to eat. Discovering that didn't take him long nor was he very surprised when he realized this. After everything he's seen and been through, nothing really surprised him anymore. Blood no longer fazed him. Stifled sobs and teary eyes no longer made him hesitate. Pleas and begs fell upon deaf ears, screams and shrieks following suit. He wished he wasn't like this: being numb to so many horrendous things. But it wasn't like he could help it. This was his life. This was all he knew. Now, after slaughtering dozens of creatures - for what? Revenge? He is a vengeful individual, he knew that much. Perhaps for protection? Who was he protecting? Himself? Others? - he wandered, trying to start over. Cavalrychoir knew he did many terrible things and he tried to make amends by ending the vicious cycle that was his tribe. Their teachings became second nature to him and he found himself struggling to fight against it. It was as if he was learning to walk again. The only similarity between back then and now is no one was there to help him when he fell over. No one was there to dust him off or pick him back up. Where he grew up, if someone fell and were unable to stand once more, they were left for dead- unless of course, you were lucky enough to be born of special members. Then you were given a number a chances. Should you use them all up, you would be left behind just the same.tretch;font-size:8.5pt;color:darkred;text-align:left;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;margin-bottom:-10px;margin-left:5px;float:left;"]CAVALRYCHOIR—His once brilliant blue gaze were a dull red. They say the eyes are a window to the soul and if that were the case, one would see a broken man. A man with no purpose. A man with no sense of self. A man who would fall dead if he could. He didn't deserve to be alive anyways. After the countless sins he committed. The crimes against nature he watched happen though said nothing. What made him any different from his tribe? Just because he realized what he's done was wrong, killing them doesn't make up for the past. Feeling remorse for his actions doesn't bring back the individuals who died under his paws. The demon was lost, to put it bluntly. It was funny how fearful he grew now that he knows he could protect others with the same strength he used to bring harm to many. Who's to say he wouldn't slip back into his old malicious ways once more? Now that he knew there was more to the world than bringing harm to another, could he really trust himself to stay on the right path knowing what he's capable of? As large of a brute the lynx was, he was scared; mostly of himself. He needed to be shackled somewhere isolated from the world. He needed no water or food, sleep and using the restroom were no longer necessary as well. Unless he was killed by an outside source, Cav could live forever. He'd spend decades alone with his thoughts and though he may go mad, people would be safe. He had ponders many times on how he killed the entirety of his tribe, removing their teachings. But have they truly disappeared if he still roamed? Distancing himself from others was sure to solve this problem. Perhaps it was a selfish thought, locking himself away. Running from his problems instead of facing them head-on. But could you blame him? He have been told all his life there is only one way to go about things and that's with violence. Now, he's been made aware that violence isn't the only way to solve things and most of the time, it's more effective.
Cav wasn't sure how long he had been wandering. He's been keeping an eye on the sunrises though stopped keeping track around the fourth rise. His sleep schedule was odd as well, deciding randomly he would stop somewhere and close his eyes to pass the time. Lost in his own thoughts as always, the large creature hadn't noticed the decrease in sunlight as he drew nearer to Tanglewood. It was only when he just barely noticed a brief flash of pink fur did he stop in his tracks. Dull red eyes hardened as he extended his claws. Mouth slightly parted, he lowered his body and began to stalk after the strange creature. He suppose a light snack wouldn't be too bad right about now. Body pressed to the ground, permanent snake-like pupils noticed movement through the bushes and with slight movement, the trained killer was able to see bits and pieces of the pink creature through his hiding spot. Licking his lips, Cav waited another moment before lunging with a loud growl before immediately stopping when his front paws touched the ground. w-what was this? Flower petals floated and danced in the air around him, some landing on his scar-ridden frame. Curious. There were no flowers around so where--
Dreary dark red eyes landed on Delilah seconds later and he felt his expression morphed from a capable predator to a deer caught in headlights. Blinking quickly, he turned his head to look elsewhere as he murmured. "Oh. Sorry." If this was back then, he wouldn't kill her. Chances are, he'd grow annoyed and would have harmed her somehow. The thought alone made him shiver. he didn't want to think about that and instead focused on the shouting he was probably going to get.
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Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - DELILAH. - 07-27-2018
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]If Delilah knew that someone would creep onto Tanglewood territory and thought of her as a snack at first glance, she would have never came outside in the first place. She was too afraid to be eaten, to be killed. She had lived through torture thanks to the mafia that had kidnapped her many moons ago, she didn't need to suffer like that again. Never.
But when she heard the shift in the overgrowth not far away, pink fur stood on end as she came face to face with a creature much, much larger than her. "Please don't hurt me!" Squeaked the skiddish pink feline, dropping to the ground and covering her head with her paws, blossoms continuing their evacuation from her fur despite the fear she obviously dripped outwardly. She didn't like this. She didn't like-
Then, she noticed his facial expression changed, almost.. Shocked? Caught off-guard? Lifting her magenta gaze, the maine coon remained tense as she looked the male over repeatedly. "Who are you? Why.. Why are you on Tanglewood territory?" She asked, licking the blood from her pawpad from her earlier berry gathering. She was nervous, and it showed so by the way her tail smoothed over her side, trying to soothe the anxiety that bubbled up inside of her.
But when she heard the shift in the overgrowth not far away, pink fur stood on end as she came face to face with a creature much, much larger than her. "Please don't hurt me!" Squeaked the skiddish pink feline, dropping to the ground and covering her head with her paws, blossoms continuing their evacuation from her fur despite the fear she obviously dripped outwardly. She didn't like this. She didn't like-
Then, she noticed his facial expression changed, almost.. Shocked? Caught off-guard? Lifting her magenta gaze, the maine coon remained tense as she looked the male over repeatedly. "Who are you? Why.. Why are you on Tanglewood territory?" She asked, licking the blood from her pawpad from her earlier berry gathering. She was nervous, and it showed so by the way her tail smoothed over her side, trying to soothe the anxiety that bubbled up inside of her.
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - cavalrychoir - 07-27-2018
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Scaring her wasn’t his intention and it showed through flattened ears and a lowered head when she began to beg for her life. Her voiced echoed through his head, stirring up the many dozens who did the same though never lived to see the next day. His head started to pound and it took him all his strength to swallow back a whimper. Shakily inhaling through his nostrils, he exhaled quietly through his mouth in attept to calm the voices in his head and himself. “I-I’m sorry... I-I... didn’t mean to scare you. I d-don’t mean to scare... I don’t want to scare anyone...” The last few parts were for himself as a sort of self-reflection and before he realized, they slipped out on their own. His body grew stiff as he shut his eyes tight. He was going to get yelled at. Scolded for following instincts. Ridiculed for using what he was taught. As much as it hurt, they were right to shout at him. He was in the wrong after all and needed to be corrected. tretch;font-size:8.5pt;color:darkred;text-align:left;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;margin-bottom:-10px;margin-left:5px;float:left;"]CAVALRYCHOIR—But it didn’t come.
Instead, a gentle voice asked for his identity and his affiliation with whatever ‘Tanglewood’ is. Reopening his eyes, his ears remained flattened in shame though as sharp claws were once again sheathed. Desolate luminaries then shifted to look at Delilah as a whole for the first time. Once his eyes locked with hers, he suddenly grew weak as powerful hind legs gave out, rendering him in a sitting position. He can’t believe he was going to kill her. A maine coon with such a delicate voice and soft appearance- Cav was about to soil it all with blood without a moments hesitation. Despite holding it back very well, he wanted to cry. Biting down on his bottom lip, he forced himself to feel physical pain in attempt to forget about the mental and emotional ones. Swallowing hard, Cav inhaled once more to calm himself, knowing if he spoke now, his voice would tremble. Regaining control, the male spoke, desperately trying to make his usual deep voice sound softer. “My... my name is Cavalrychoir.” He figured he’d start with an introduction first. It’s been a while since he last spoke to another, though he knew of basic conversational manners. The next question was more foreign to the lynx and it showed by a confused expression on his face. “‘Tanglewood’?” He echoed. “What’s ‘Tanglewood’?” He’s never heard of that before. Maybe it was the name of this forest? That would make sense, he suppose. But just to be sure, he asked anyways.
Just as the question left his maw, the tom realized the feline before him was injured. He felt a thorn stab his side and he bit down on his lip once more. He would have done much worst than a simple injury like that if he hadn’t stopped himself on time. As that thought ensnared his mind, another joined the loop: did someone hurt her? Cav panicked for a moment before anger set in. Whoever that asshole was, he was going to rip them apart. But before that, he needed to make sure she was alright. “Your paw... how did... are you okay?” Came his awkward inquiry. It was odd that her attacker would be concerned about her well-being. But although he had set up to, Cav didn’t attack her. Though it didn’t made the situation any less odd.
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Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - DELILAH. - 07-27-2018
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]//HE'S SO CUTE I CANT EVEN AHH
Delilah's face was devoid of emotions for a moment as she thought, idly, of how she could reply to this creature's voice. It was soft, desolate, fragile in an unusual way. The maine coon silently slipped the berries she had been sorting into her mini basket that she had brought along with her, her mouth watering at the sight of it. She loved berries, how unusual for her kind. Cats didn't eat berries, did they?
His name was Cavalrychoir? That was a pretty name, in a strange, unknown way. Everything was strange to the skittish femme, and it was evident by the way the pastel feline paced forward a bit, nose sniffing for a familiar scent, or a scent at all. All she could smell was faint blood. Probably from fresh-kill, she dismissed the thought, a nervous smile taking up her pretty features as she heard him ask about Tanglewood. Has he never been anywhere near this place? Was he new?
"Ah, oh.." Stuttered the anxious feline, fiddling with her paw gently as her ears twitched, the fluffy appendages listening to his voice. Should she introduce herself? Yeah, it was only appropriate. "My name.. Is Delilah. Delilah Evergarden." She mewed out softly, tilting her head to the side as she smoothed her paw over her injured one, tail thumping against the ground behind her.
She could just imagine just how easy it would have been for the lynx to kill her, honestly. If he wanted to, he could have. But why didn't he? It wasn't like Delilah wanted to die, though. The Cipher's told her she was protected here. If he hurt her, he'd have Hell on his hands. So why did she want to move closer, to examine him so curiously? She was afraid of him still, but her curiosity was soon blooming into a flower that she was just itching to pick.
"Tanglewood is my home, it's.. It's a group of people like me and you." She meowed, trying to make things like explaining a group much easier for the foreign male. It was obvious he didn't know what Tanglewood was. She was curious to find out how he thought about it. If he'd join. "You have a home.. Right?" She asked softly, magenta eyes staring up her almost attacker. Almost.
When he mentioned her paw, Delilah let out a soft chuckle, like a sweet symphony that floated through the lightly breezed air. It was a funny story. How should she tell it? She was clumsy, she couldn't help it. "I got into a rasberry bush. Thorns stuck my paw." She attempted to soothe the obviously tense feline, waving him down with a paw to attempt to calm him. "Nobody would dare to hurt me in Tanglewood, Mr. Cipher told me so." She meowed, the obvious naivety in her voice bearing down on the situation. She was unfamiliar with the fact that some people weren't afraid to slaughter anyone. She wouldn't have made much of a meal with how slim she was, but that didn't matter to murderers.
After all, her pelt was quite a rare thing. Flowering pelts weren't all that common around here.
Delilah's face was devoid of emotions for a moment as she thought, idly, of how she could reply to this creature's voice. It was soft, desolate, fragile in an unusual way. The maine coon silently slipped the berries she had been sorting into her mini basket that she had brought along with her, her mouth watering at the sight of it. She loved berries, how unusual for her kind. Cats didn't eat berries, did they?
His name was Cavalrychoir? That was a pretty name, in a strange, unknown way. Everything was strange to the skittish femme, and it was evident by the way the pastel feline paced forward a bit, nose sniffing for a familiar scent, or a scent at all. All she could smell was faint blood. Probably from fresh-kill, she dismissed the thought, a nervous smile taking up her pretty features as she heard him ask about Tanglewood. Has he never been anywhere near this place? Was he new?
"Ah, oh.." Stuttered the anxious feline, fiddling with her paw gently as her ears twitched, the fluffy appendages listening to his voice. Should she introduce herself? Yeah, it was only appropriate. "My name.. Is Delilah. Delilah Evergarden." She mewed out softly, tilting her head to the side as she smoothed her paw over her injured one, tail thumping against the ground behind her.
She could just imagine just how easy it would have been for the lynx to kill her, honestly. If he wanted to, he could have. But why didn't he? It wasn't like Delilah wanted to die, though. The Cipher's told her she was protected here. If he hurt her, he'd have Hell on his hands. So why did she want to move closer, to examine him so curiously? She was afraid of him still, but her curiosity was soon blooming into a flower that she was just itching to pick.
"Tanglewood is my home, it's.. It's a group of people like me and you." She meowed, trying to make things like explaining a group much easier for the foreign male. It was obvious he didn't know what Tanglewood was. She was curious to find out how he thought about it. If he'd join. "You have a home.. Right?" She asked softly, magenta eyes staring up her almost attacker. Almost.
When he mentioned her paw, Delilah let out a soft chuckle, like a sweet symphony that floated through the lightly breezed air. It was a funny story. How should she tell it? She was clumsy, she couldn't help it. "I got into a rasberry bush. Thorns stuck my paw." She attempted to soothe the obviously tense feline, waving him down with a paw to attempt to calm him. "Nobody would dare to hurt me in Tanglewood, Mr. Cipher told me so." She meowed, the obvious naivety in her voice bearing down on the situation. She was unfamiliar with the fact that some people weren't afraid to slaughter anyone. She wouldn't have made much of a meal with how slim she was, but that didn't matter to murderers.
After all, her pelt was quite a rare thing. Flowering pelts weren't all that common around here.
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - cavalrychoir - 07-27-2018
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Cav felt his expression soften for a moment before returning to normal. Delilah. It fit her so well, it truly did. A gentle name for a gentle creature such as herself. Remembering his manners, he lowered his head respectively. "A pleasure, Miss Evergarden." He meowed, raising his head once more. They were less than acquaintances so he thought it would be polite to address her by her last name rather than her first. If he wanted to change his ways, the first thing would be how to properly show respect to another being. Though, it may be a bit of a challenge. "If you can't love yourself, how are you suppose to love another?" as he's heard. Cav loathed himself. Taking that into consideration, the chances of him loving another individual was low. He couldn't help himself though. As she drew nearer, the tom inched back, ears flattening against his cranium and dark red eyes shifting elsewhere. He knew he still smelled of blood, even if it was faint. He's killed too many people for it to just wash off like that. The many hours of scrubbing managed to get off the crimson colour, but the scent would take longer to vanish. A semi-permanent reminder of his actions. Though, as terrible as it sounds, he doesn't regret it - killing his family and tribe. They were savages who only sought the destruction of others if they did not submit to them. They only knew war so Cav gave them a war.tretch;font-size:8.5pt;color:darkred;text-align:left;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;margin-bottom:-10px;margin-left:5px;float:left;"]CAVALRYCHOIR—And for the first time, they were defeated. Ironic how it was by one of their own.
As Delilah continued, he ever so slowly returned his gaze back to her. Tanglewood sounded like a group, was it not. He was weary of groups ever since his own. Was this a nice group? Delilah said this place was her home, then it must be okay, right? Home. The word echoed in his head like a deep cavern. He doesn't have a home. Home was where ever he wandered. Where ever he decided to sit down for a moment. Home left both a foul taste in his mouth and sounded like a foreign word. His gaze grew distant as he looked past her for a moment as he replied coldly. "I don't have a home." Where he came from wasn't a home and he refused to acknowledge it as such. It was more like some sort of hell than a home and he was lucky enough to survive for as long as he did. There was a brief silence before he remembered the femme's presence and dropped his gaze once more. Though it didn't stay down for long as a tender laugh came from her direction. His heart fluttered for a moment before beginning to thump wildly in his chest. T-this wasn't good. He needed to go... Like right now. He cleared his throat as he tried to calm himself. No, he should at least stay and finish the conversation before parting ways. He knew of this feeling. Hes felt it many times before but just like the rest of them, he swallowed it back and ignored it. That warm, fuzzy feeling... The warm sensation that spread throughout his body like a forest fire. There was no mistaking it. Every fiber in his being told him to escape, to run. So far, he's only developed crushes on strong characters. Ones that could take a beating and reciprocate it with the same amount of strength. Back then, he fell in love with power. He developed crushes easily, he knew that. But it wasn't something he could control. Judging from past experiences, the crushes never developed into anything. So he was a bit taken aback when the feeling sparked because of Delilah, a genuinely kind individual.
As she continued to explain her injury, Cav first felt relieved, then began to wonder if he should fist fight a raspberry bush for harming such a goddess. No, it would be a pointless fight but the fact that he contemplated it for a second was alarming. "Oh, alright. Please be more careful." He meowed with a flick of his short tail. The idea of her getting hurt bothered him more than he would have liked. That's as far as he was going ot allow her to enter his mind. There was no point in getting attached. He was only going to leave anyways. "Who is 'Mr. Cipher'?" Came his next question. "Is he the leader?"
[[ are you kidding me delilaH IS THE CUTE ONE HERE OMFG AN ACTUAL GODDESS CAV IS NOT WORTHY ]]
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - DELILAH. - 07-27-2018
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]Delilah felt her chest squeeze at the shift in the tone of the male's voice, causing her to lift her paw up to her chest and squeeze it. Stop it. You just met him. How unusual it was for her to fawn at the sound of someone's voice, to melt just at the sound of it. But why did he call her by her last name? "Delilah, call me Delilah." Corrected the pink feline gently, a soft smile gracing her pretty features as magenta irises turned away from the lynx for a few seconds.
She noticed how he moved away, how just the idea of her even touching him caused him to shy away. To flinch, almost. Was he afraid? No, that wasn't it. They were alike in some ways, though, little did she know. She had ran away from someplace wrong, too. She had never killed someone before though, so maybe they were exact opposites? She couldn't deal with fights, she was more interested in healing and helping others.
Her head pounded with thoughts as his presence continued to grace her. Normally, people usually walked away by now. Why was he staying? People always left. She knew from experience. He said he would come back for her. He said he loved her. But he never did, and she ended up escaping alone. She was afraid to love, but she was so damn easy to infatuate. And God damn, his eyes, while devoid, were so intriguing to her. If she was a goddess to him, he was a god. No, something more. But what was more than that? She didn't know.
While he smelled of blood, the floral-scented femme didn't seem fazed by such things. Her gaze softened, and she lifted a paw up to her mouth to cover it as she giggled at the look on his face. Why was he looking at her like this?
"You can always find a Home." She meowed, a kind smile on her features. Maybe she was naive, but she believed everyone had a good side. Even the mafia members whom had kidnapped her had motives behind it, probably. But that was probably because she trusted way too easily. Such futile things would be her downfall one day.
"I'm known for being a bit.. Clumsy. So, no promises." Giggled Delilah, her nose scrunching up as she searched through her basket for some sort of medical herb. Talia told her that goldenrod was good for thorns, right? Lifting the flower up, the girl popped it into her mouth, a look of disgust staining her face before she spat the poultice onto her minor wound, wrapping it with a few cobwebs she had on hand. "Maybe if you want to stay here, you could make sure I don't fall off of another cliff into mud. That was terrible." She snickered, a smirk on her face.
Mr. Cipher, otherwise known as Vigenere Cipher, was the first person to see her, injured, on the borders of Tanglewood when she joined. She had formed an attachment to the feline, but more of one of admiration than friendship. "He's the Regent of Tanglewood. A high rank. He's super nice." Chimed the pastel maine coon, her tail sweeping over her sides happily. His presence made her drunk, tipsy on the looks he gave her despite trying to hide them every time. She craved such attention, but maybe that's what was bad. She didn't want to be alone. She didn't want to get hurt.
She noticed how he moved away, how just the idea of her even touching him caused him to shy away. To flinch, almost. Was he afraid? No, that wasn't it. They were alike in some ways, though, little did she know. She had ran away from someplace wrong, too. She had never killed someone before though, so maybe they were exact opposites? She couldn't deal with fights, she was more interested in healing and helping others.
Her head pounded with thoughts as his presence continued to grace her. Normally, people usually walked away by now. Why was he staying? People always left. She knew from experience. He said he would come back for her. He said he loved her. But he never did, and she ended up escaping alone. She was afraid to love, but she was so damn easy to infatuate. And God damn, his eyes, while devoid, were so intriguing to her. If she was a goddess to him, he was a god. No, something more. But what was more than that? She didn't know.
While he smelled of blood, the floral-scented femme didn't seem fazed by such things. Her gaze softened, and she lifted a paw up to her mouth to cover it as she giggled at the look on his face. Why was he looking at her like this?
"You can always find a Home." She meowed, a kind smile on her features. Maybe she was naive, but she believed everyone had a good side. Even the mafia members whom had kidnapped her had motives behind it, probably. But that was probably because she trusted way too easily. Such futile things would be her downfall one day.
"I'm known for being a bit.. Clumsy. So, no promises." Giggled Delilah, her nose scrunching up as she searched through her basket for some sort of medical herb. Talia told her that goldenrod was good for thorns, right? Lifting the flower up, the girl popped it into her mouth, a look of disgust staining her face before she spat the poultice onto her minor wound, wrapping it with a few cobwebs she had on hand. "Maybe if you want to stay here, you could make sure I don't fall off of another cliff into mud. That was terrible." She snickered, a smirk on her face.
Mr. Cipher, otherwise known as Vigenere Cipher, was the first person to see her, injured, on the borders of Tanglewood when she joined. She had formed an attachment to the feline, but more of one of admiration than friendship. "He's the Regent of Tanglewood. A high rank. He's super nice." Chimed the pastel maine coon, her tail sweeping over her sides happily. His presence made her drunk, tipsy on the looks he gave her despite trying to hide them every time. She craved such attention, but maybe that's what was bad. She didn't want to be alone. She didn't want to get hurt.
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - cavalrychoir - 07-27-2018
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Cav blinked his eyes a few times at the correction and smile, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from saying or doing anything stupid. Even if she had asked him to do such a thing, he doubted he would listen. It wasn't out of spite or anything- he wasn't sure if Dalilah could do anything to make him dislike her. On the other hand, Cav was able to conjure many reasons as to why she should hate, or at least be weary of him. However, he didn't want her to be. Her presence alone was calming enough for the tom to not act like his usual self: cold, militant, reserved. Though past experiences kept him on guard and tense, not allowing himself to make any mistakes as he interacted with the pink feline. As much as he wanted to object, he instead nodded his head. They wouldn't hear the end of the conversation if they continued to go back and forth on how she should be addressed. tretch;font-size:8.5pt;color:darkred;text-align:left;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;margin-bottom:-10px;margin-left:5px;float:left;"]CAVALRYCHOIR—As she continued, Cav felt as though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders when she said he could always find a home. It soon came crashing back down when he realized how wrong she was. Home is where he'd feel safe, possibly treasured as a whole instead of for his strength. He would be welcomed back with smiles or playful insults should he return from a trip and find comfort around others than being alone. He'd have to open himself up and trust them before he could even begin to consider anywhere home. His tribe didn't provide any of this and he went about his day believing it was normal. Love and affection was close to nonexistent so when faced with it, Cav isn't sure what to do. He'd mentally shut down or quickly remove himself from the conversation. Not everyone was lucky enough to find a home and the tom was part of the unlucky many. Her kind words were nice to hear and for a moment, it sparked hope within him. The spark was swiftly put out. "No... Not everyone finds a home." He muttered, dropping his gaze to large paws. "Life eventually screws everyone over." Came a faint, frustrated growl. No one lived a life without misfortune; struggle is how people connect. Similar to having a common enemy, individuals bonded over their trials and tribulations. They sought each other out subconsciously and work to better each other, finding strength in numbers. At least, so he's told. Cav didn't stick around long enough to bond with anyone nor did he had an interest in letting himself in another's life and causing them harm in the end. "It's never a matter of 'if'. Only 'when'." He added with a flick of his ear.
Though his eyes remained trained on the ground, pointed ears perked up at her giggle as he mentally groaned. He could just feel his heartstrings getting yanked by her. He wasn't sure how to respond to her being clumsy, but he did take note the playful remark of her not promising anything due to it. He, too, supposed he was clumsy as well. He was quite agile when moving moderately or none at all. But due to his large structure and mass, his agility decreases dramatically the more he increased his speed. Sharp turns while running will most likely result in him losing his balance or falling over. As the smell of herbs drifted past his nose, he lifted his eyes to look back at the creature before him. He then watched in silence as she chewed up the herb and when she finished, spread the paste on her paw. Judging by the look on her face, it didn't taste very good. "You are familiar with medicine?" He asked without meaning to. It was merely an observation, though it was carelessly voiced. He mentally shouted at himself, but made no move to take back his words. It took some convincing, but he eventually persuaded himself out of thinking he said something wrong.
He continued to watch intently as she tended to her wound. Before he realized it, she had spoke again, this time an indirect invitation with a smirk. Cav felt his heart speed up as his entire being told him time was up and he needed to leave. If things continued like this, he didn't dare think of the many outcomes of the situation. He needed to calm down and formulate a complete, rational - that was the key word - thought before responding. It was a tempting offer, to stay and keep her out of harms way. But that would mean joining Tanglewood and he wasn't sure if he was ready to be apart of another group. Brows furrowing in compassion, he spoke carefully. "I can imagine it was. But I'm going to have to decline your offer. I... I'm not sure if I'm ready to integrate back into living with others. But I'll definetly keep it in mind." Maybe one day he'll come back with the intentions to join. Should that day come, he hoped the beautiful pink feline would be waiting for him there.
He listened as she spoke about this Mr. Cipher. A high rank here? Cav didn't work well with authorities, again, having bad experiences from his tribe. Nice or not, he still held a rank of power which only made him weary. High ranks sent people off to battle while they stayed at home and away from the battlefield. They died for the sake of keeping one or a few individuals safe. Cav knew of this all to well as he also held a high position in his tribe. He was the one who sent them to their deaths. He wasn't sure if Tanglewood was the same, but he felt sick just thinking about it. The way Delilah was speaking about him could have fooled the lynx into thinking he was indeed a nice person. What... What was their relation? Were they- no. That was none of his concern. And so what if they were? It's not like Cav liked her. He did think she was beautiful and sweet but he didn't know who she really is. Being exposed to two-faced individuals weren't uncommon for the tri-coloured tom. In fact, he was glad she was able to find someone that made her so happy. "That's good. I'm glad he's treating you well." He meowed, forcing an ever so faint smile to tug at a corner of his lip.
Re: NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food. - DELILAH. - 07-27-2018
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
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Delilah was confused for a moment, and the girl blinked slowly as his tone shifted. It was all too much in one instant, and the girl flinched slightly at his frustrated tone. She shook her head, standing up to walk a bit closer, favoring her injured paw. "Everyone has a home. You just have to let yourself have one." Came the unusually wise advice from the pastel feline, shocking even herself for such good advice. Curse her.
Life eventually screwed others over? Probably. She was bad with people, and her anxiety usually caused other people to distance themselves from her. So, yeah. Maybe life was one to screw others over, which led to Delilah remaining quiet about such a remark. Why? Because she could relate to that.
Her magenta eyes moved over to the other male, tail twitching as she puffed her chest out proudly. "My adoptive mothers are teaching me. I want to be a doctor, so I have to learn." She chimed, turning around and bounding back over to her basket, lifting it up onto her back. It was too bad he declined her offer, she really hoped he'd stay. He seemed nice, after all. But there was something about the male that kind of threw the pink maine coon off-guard; probably the fact that he seemed to want to stay distant. She didn't do too well with distance.
But, who was she to demand attention from this man? She barely knew him. But she supposed that was her flaw, after all. She got attached the moment someone showed her attention, fell in love too easily. But she never had the nerve to speak up. Never had the nerve to debate, to argue.
At the tone of voice the male seemed to take when her when she mentioned Vig, her head tilted before it connected in her mind. "Nonono! Mr. Cipher is merely my superior. I'm not worth anyones time like that." Delilah blurted out, her face tinting a bit of red as she snapped her fluffy head away, staring at the ground. She didn't deserve someones time, someones attention. Maybe that was what ruined things with her. She constantly degraded herself, and it really did get on her mind a lot more than it should.
Looking up at the setting sun, the pastel feline's fur seemed to tint as the sunset hit her fur. The falling of cherry blossoms from her pelt decreased, and her ears flattened in steaming sadness. She always did this. Fuck. "I should go." Delilah whimpered out, turning her small frame away from the lynx after a moment of silence. She was terrible. She needed to go home. "Hopefully you find your home, Cavalrychoir. I'll be cheering for you." She meowed, scratching at the ground before beginning her trot back home.
//i'm gonna end this here bc i don't want them to develop too much through just meeting!!!! if you want another thread after he joins, i'd love that!!
Delilah was confused for a moment, and the girl blinked slowly as his tone shifted. It was all too much in one instant, and the girl flinched slightly at his frustrated tone. She shook her head, standing up to walk a bit closer, favoring her injured paw. "Everyone has a home. You just have to let yourself have one." Came the unusually wise advice from the pastel feline, shocking even herself for such good advice. Curse her.
Life eventually screwed others over? Probably. She was bad with people, and her anxiety usually caused other people to distance themselves from her. So, yeah. Maybe life was one to screw others over, which led to Delilah remaining quiet about such a remark. Why? Because she could relate to that.
Her magenta eyes moved over to the other male, tail twitching as she puffed her chest out proudly. "My adoptive mothers are teaching me. I want to be a doctor, so I have to learn." She chimed, turning around and bounding back over to her basket, lifting it up onto her back. It was too bad he declined her offer, she really hoped he'd stay. He seemed nice, after all. But there was something about the male that kind of threw the pink maine coon off-guard; probably the fact that he seemed to want to stay distant. She didn't do too well with distance.
But, who was she to demand attention from this man? She barely knew him. But she supposed that was her flaw, after all. She got attached the moment someone showed her attention, fell in love too easily. But she never had the nerve to speak up. Never had the nerve to debate, to argue.
At the tone of voice the male seemed to take when her when she mentioned Vig, her head tilted before it connected in her mind. "Nonono! Mr. Cipher is merely my superior. I'm not worth anyones time like that." Delilah blurted out, her face tinting a bit of red as she snapped her fluffy head away, staring at the ground. She didn't deserve someones time, someones attention. Maybe that was what ruined things with her. She constantly degraded herself, and it really did get on her mind a lot more than it should.
Looking up at the setting sun, the pastel feline's fur seemed to tint as the sunset hit her fur. The falling of cherry blossoms from her pelt decreased, and her ears flattened in steaming sadness. She always did this. Fuck. "I should go." Delilah whimpered out, turning her small frame away from the lynx after a moment of silence. She was terrible. She needed to go home. "Hopefully you find your home, Cavalrychoir. I'll be cheering for you." She meowed, scratching at the ground before beginning her trot back home.
//i'm gonna end this here bc i don't want them to develop too much through just meeting!!!! if you want another thread after he joins, i'd love that!!