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mariners apartment complex — return - GRIMNYTE - 09-22-2018
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 6px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"][font=georgia]In her life, Stellamaris would have not so easily admitted to indulging in the gentle security of religion; to falling into its arms when she was a scared child, believing so readily in the idea of a better life after this one high above in the clouds. Admitting it would be admitting to having a weakness, and the stigma following such a belief was no walk in the park either.
When she'd been a child her mother had given her a necklace. She had been told that it'd belonged to her father. It was a cross, carved roughly of oak and smelling faintly of ash and blood. The copper stains embedded in the wood had long since turned brown with age, and a young Stella had looked at it ignorantly, questioning why it was of any significance to her. It had been lost quickly enough. The sting of its absence came later, when she could barely remember her mother by anything but a freckled blur in the darkness of a dank cave.
But in the weeks since her death she was perfectly content in a heaven of her own. Her memory of it - or the incident leading up to her inevitable demise - were foggy at best, but she could recall (with some difficulty) the feeling of being tossed among waves, of a deep blue substance floating around her and lifting up the furs of her pelt. It was so... nice. Unexpected, but comforting; it reminded her of Sunhaven, smelled like Sunhaven, and not of jungle terrain and scrapping her paws from climbing too hard.
And then she'd woken up.
Stellamaris had heard of those rising from the dead with a new face, but she had never thought it would happen to her. Nevertheless, the new feel of heavy limbs was a jaunting journey as she woke from her short slumber, and so was the heavy experience that came with having the head of a lion. Everything as a clouded leopard had been lean, nimble. As a lioness - (she had looked down into the waters below her paws, staring at the pale-white face that glared back at her, cheeks gaunt with hunger and belly sunken in with an unquenchable thirst, pale sea-green eyes both achingly familiar and so very foreign) - she had to be more mindful of herself, lest she wanted to disturb her prey with her noisy steps and fawn-like balance.
The first thing on her list had been to track down Sunhaven. Food could wait - she needed to get back, see them. She had never missed someone so much as she undoubtedly missed Monroe. While their bond was a fragile one, she saw the other as a worthy companion (perhaps something more?) and did so want to look upon his face again one last time if this change was as temporary as she feared.
Needless to say, when the lioness arrived on the border, she ignored the anxiety gnawing at her sunken belly in favor of continuing further. Flowers. She needed to get to the flowers. In her delirious state, Stellamaris wandered upon the meadow to call out her shaky greeting. "Hello? It's Stella. I'm here. Monroe?" Please, please let them be here.
Re: mariners apartment complex — return - rhosmari - 09-22-2018
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — HELION — HARD
"Stella?" One the air came his cautious voice, breath a slow exhalation but also so hesitant because he couldn't believe this was real. When they had went to find there after only the gods knew what happened they had been met with an emotionless dead end. But he was so sure that the Pitt had something to do with her disappearance and as time dragged on and there was no more further evidence the trail had gotten cold and time no longer matter. The male knew that Stella was dead and she wasn't coming back and he blamed them for it. There was no other explanation and their scent had been all over the place. He still remembered the blood and the way things looked, it haunted him sometimes but at the end of the day he had had to move on. Even though they had gotten into arguments he still felt for her. He couldn't just turn his feelings off on a dime though he couldn't force himself himself to admit to them and then she was taken away from him. Gone just like that.
He had become leader shortly after that and there was nothing else for him to do but to force himself into the role. Declaring the Pitt enemies for both Stella's death as a way to avenge her and also his capture and torture by Stryker. He anticipated something from the Pitt because news traveled but they had grown quiet and he was thankful for that. Sunhaven was not of the militaristic mind but that also didn't mean that they would protect their own when the time came to rise up. He did not think killing was wrong, it was justified when the means was protecting themselves. He'd allow it. He would allow capture if it meant keeping his loved ones safe. But he couldn't keep everyone safe and not even himself. Raptors from the Typhoon tearing his members apart and unapologetic scum that caused problems. Pearl colored eyes closed for a moment to force back so many troubling thoughts before he pushed himself through the tall grass. His body was rigid and unsure as he gaze upon the pale lioness, eyes shifting over the figure that looked so malnourished. "Stella...." He couldn't help but speak her name again, to try and understand that this was real.
"Are ya really....? Ya came back tae m-, I mean us." He swallowed thickly tail shifting and pressing against his body as if he was vulnerable, bandages wrapped around his midsection stiff and uncomfortable. His gaze shifted down then for a short moment as the overly mutated feline flexed his webbed paws against the ground. Ah, he was so bad at this and he had always been bad at talking to her. This was no the first time and he struggled to form words. "It's good tae see ya again, lass. Ya look like ya could eat a whole horse right now. Come on, I'll take ya back tae the village. How..how are ya feeling?" He lifted his head up then actually meeting her sea green eyes with his pearl colored ones, showing more feelings in his gaze then he could ever have spoken.
He had become leader shortly after that and there was nothing else for him to do but to force himself into the role. Declaring the Pitt enemies for both Stella's death as a way to avenge her and also his capture and torture by Stryker. He anticipated something from the Pitt because news traveled but they had grown quiet and he was thankful for that. Sunhaven was not of the militaristic mind but that also didn't mean that they would protect their own when the time came to rise up. He did not think killing was wrong, it was justified when the means was protecting themselves. He'd allow it. He would allow capture if it meant keeping his loved ones safe. But he couldn't keep everyone safe and not even himself. Raptors from the Typhoon tearing his members apart and unapologetic scum that caused problems. Pearl colored eyes closed for a moment to force back so many troubling thoughts before he pushed himself through the tall grass. His body was rigid and unsure as he gaze upon the pale lioness, eyes shifting over the figure that looked so malnourished. "Stella...." He couldn't help but speak her name again, to try and understand that this was real.
"Are ya really....? Ya came back tae m-, I mean us." He swallowed thickly tail shifting and pressing against his body as if he was vulnerable, bandages wrapped around his midsection stiff and uncomfortable. His gaze shifted down then for a short moment as the overly mutated feline flexed his webbed paws against the ground. Ah, he was so bad at this and he had always been bad at talking to her. This was no the first time and he struggled to form words. "It's good tae see ya again, lass. Ya look like ya could eat a whole horse right now. Come on, I'll take ya back tae the village. How..how are ya feeling?" He lifted his head up then actually meeting her sea green eyes with his pearl colored ones, showing more feelings in his gaze then he could ever have spoken.