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LOUDER - open; ringing bell - rhosmari - 10-20-2018
Scurrying paws left out of the waters where she had been playing out. The tide getting too strong for her to stay in there for long. Though she had recovered well enough she still needed some time to actively gather back up her strength but her energy and impulsive nature knew no bounds. Splashing little paws shifted against the waves that pushed against her form, pelt plastered against her tiny frame and actually showed how small she was. She'd been the runt of her littler, much much smaller than her siblings but she was always doing something. Always moving and doing that it was hard for her mother to keep up with her. Her mother. Siblings. Her paws stopped for a moment as she thought about this, gaze becoming locked on the sand before her thought it was always hard to tell where she was looking because of the lack of pupil she held. Who were they again? The idea of forgetting them troubled her greatly and worry swept across her face and almost panic worth expression before it was gone just as quickly. She'd remember! It would just take time and there was no need for her to get up in arms about it. Surely. Her tails shifted against the sands, three appendages moving independently from one another before she was sprinting off across the beach.
Her movements always seem erratic, ever shifting and speeding up, slowing down. She never really knew what she wanted to do before she was already doing it and this was no exception. He body raced across the area, weaving around some thick coconut trees that were ready to drop their efforts upon the ground, grass kicking up in her wake. Where was she going? Well, she didn't know yet and she allowed a soft huff to exhale from her form as she just kept running. Her pelt began to smoke, tendrils of it seeping up into the air as she softly laughed to herself. A airy sound because she was just having fun, like any child would do. There was never a moment of her not doing something and really she should try to be more productive with herself then doing nothing. But no jobs had been given and thus she was just having fun for now. Surging out of the jungle she moved with ever quickening pace, ash grey, black, and neon features noticeable as she crossed the short way to the gate of the Typhoon. Her ears angled forward and she lightly tilted her head before she pushed herself to stand on hind legs.
At first she did nothing, balancing before suddenly her paw swiped out. Yes, she had noticed the bell and it began to ring and incessant noise that pierced the silence of the area. Dropping a bright smile pulled across her muzzle and she crouched, butt wiggling in the air before she leaped up and wrapped her paws around the thing causing it to start to ring all over the place. She battered it with her paw as she listened to the crying notes from the thing, not realizing that it wasn't supposed to be constantly ringing like that but she was having so much fun. Her body hanging off the bell as she kicked and kicked at it. Though she didn't notice the basket of snakes, black mambas and one was raising up ready to strike at her for her insolence. Yet the sound of feathered wings arose in the air, light and gentle but the strike of talons against flesh was not. The sudden force of wind caused the hyperactive child to fall from the bell but she was unharmed but couldn't say the same thing for the black mamba as its friends hissed in aggression at what had happened. Nearby a overly large raven stood on the ground, tearing into the snake with ease and a squeal left the child. "Grimoire!" The raven paused and turned to stare at her, black eyes reflective before it turned back to it's meal. That didn't bother the child though as she moved to the bird and and pressed her small form up against it's side.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #77ceee; font-size: 24px;"]— TECHNO ♛
#psychosocial.Her movements always seem erratic, ever shifting and speeding up, slowing down. She never really knew what she wanted to do before she was already doing it and this was no exception. He body raced across the area, weaving around some thick coconut trees that were ready to drop their efforts upon the ground, grass kicking up in her wake. Where was she going? Well, she didn't know yet and she allowed a soft huff to exhale from her form as she just kept running. Her pelt began to smoke, tendrils of it seeping up into the air as she softly laughed to herself. A airy sound because she was just having fun, like any child would do. There was never a moment of her not doing something and really she should try to be more productive with herself then doing nothing. But no jobs had been given and thus she was just having fun for now. Surging out of the jungle she moved with ever quickening pace, ash grey, black, and neon features noticeable as she crossed the short way to the gate of the Typhoon. Her ears angled forward and she lightly tilted her head before she pushed herself to stand on hind legs.
At first she did nothing, balancing before suddenly her paw swiped out. Yes, she had noticed the bell and it began to ring and incessant noise that pierced the silence of the area. Dropping a bright smile pulled across her muzzle and she crouched, butt wiggling in the air before she leaped up and wrapped her paws around the thing causing it to start to ring all over the place. She battered it with her paw as she listened to the crying notes from the thing, not realizing that it wasn't supposed to be constantly ringing like that but she was having so much fun. Her body hanging off the bell as she kicked and kicked at it. Though she didn't notice the basket of snakes, black mambas and one was raising up ready to strike at her for her insolence. Yet the sound of feathered wings arose in the air, light and gentle but the strike of talons against flesh was not. The sudden force of wind caused the hyperactive child to fall from the bell but she was unharmed but couldn't say the same thing for the black mamba as its friends hissed in aggression at what had happened. Nearby a overly large raven stood on the ground, tearing into the snake with ease and a squeal left the child. "Grimoire!" The raven paused and turned to stare at her, black eyes reflective before it turned back to it's meal. That didn't bother the child though as she moved to the bird and and pressed her small form up against it's side.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #77ceee; font-size: 24px;"]— TECHNO ♛
Re: LOUDER - open; ringing bell - Grey - 10-21-2018
Who was he before? Not Bakugou but him. He is sure someone else used to inhabit this body. After all, he had not been hopelessly reborn from a kitten to regain his memories. No, he awoke remembering the fog of war and chaos. He awoke as if he had pulled himself through a night terror, screaming at the top of his lungs when he was 'reborn' into this world. He doesn't believe this body just materialised out of nowhere just for him. The very idea of this felt creepy to him, irksome with the way it continued to crawl beneath his skin, persistent in being uncovered. He too wanted to learn the truth of this body but he was also scared to find out. His memories of his awakening in this world was a blur. It was like going through an old film, grainy to watch back upon and lacking in colour. He can continue to investigate further but with the details he had, he would come to frequent dead ends. He doesn't like the feeling of failure but the more he lets the thoughts linger, the more uncomfortable he feels in his own fur. Had they died for him to reanimate the body? Were they alive and pushed aside when his soul took over? Bakugou swallows, trying to keep calm. The worse case scenario, he thinks, was that whoever owned this body before was, in fact, dormant within him.
Nothing can calm his feeling of anger when he hears the bell ringing. Not once, not twice...constant, refusing to stop. The male snaps into focus, lip raised in a snarl to no one in particular when he begins to march towards the railroad, clearly agitated to find out whoever the aggressor happened to be. There had to be some kind of rule next to it. Ring once or be sacrificed to the volcano - that sounded fair enough to Bakugou. And, to anyone who wouldn't be able to read or interpret the text...well, they should have been considerate enough to ring the bell only once. It is rude, he thinks, to be so impatient when they were the visitors. But as the Reaver walks closer, paws beginning to burn and wither the ground beneath him with his increasing annoyance, he realises it is a winged creature flapping and hitting the metal shape, causing the bell to clang and reverberate without an end. He continues to walk over, determined to shut the bird up when one of the newcomers catches his attention.
He stops, eyes widening in realisation that his anger had left him tunnel visioned. He wasn't looking around to see the girl moving towards the dark avian that was now eating one of the snakes that he thought was such a clever trick. He clicks his tongue, disappointed that the black mamba had been killed so swiftly. "That bird's yours?" the ragdoll asks, not holding back a frown. He was clearly displeased with the raven's disruptive behaviour. "Teach it not to ring the goddamn bell. It's irritating and fuckin' misleading." He looks at the basket, now missing a serpent. The Reaver would add more to his words but he decides it's simpler to tackle one problem at a time. The basket was now one snake down but it could be replaced. Bakugou's time, however, could not be.
Nothing can calm his feeling of anger when he hears the bell ringing. Not once, not twice...constant, refusing to stop. The male snaps into focus, lip raised in a snarl to no one in particular when he begins to march towards the railroad, clearly agitated to find out whoever the aggressor happened to be. There had to be some kind of rule next to it. Ring once or be sacrificed to the volcano - that sounded fair enough to Bakugou. And, to anyone who wouldn't be able to read or interpret the text...well, they should have been considerate enough to ring the bell only once. It is rude, he thinks, to be so impatient when they were the visitors. But as the Reaver walks closer, paws beginning to burn and wither the ground beneath him with his increasing annoyance, he realises it is a winged creature flapping and hitting the metal shape, causing the bell to clang and reverberate without an end. He continues to walk over, determined to shut the bird up when one of the newcomers catches his attention.
He stops, eyes widening in realisation that his anger had left him tunnel visioned. He wasn't looking around to see the girl moving towards the dark avian that was now eating one of the snakes that he thought was such a clever trick. He clicks his tongue, disappointed that the black mamba had been killed so swiftly. "That bird's yours?" the ragdoll asks, not holding back a frown. He was clearly displeased with the raven's disruptive behaviour. "Teach it not to ring the goddamn bell. It's irritating and fuckin' misleading." He looks at the basket, now missing a serpent. The Reaver would add more to his words but he decides it's simpler to tackle one problem at a time. The basket was now one snake down but it could be replaced. Bakugou's time, however, could not be.