REQUIEM | ✼ | AMUNET'S JOURNAL

You stumble into a cavern, the floors covered with golden coins, crowns, any possible item in the world but a golden colour. As if King Midas had stepped into the room itself beginning to touch everything with just a simple touch of his finger but, that hadn't been the case. Lost treasures; found. All of which were brought into the lair of a dragoness who seemed to bask in all these treasures that were once lost to the world were now under her possession but, even the riches isn't enough to appease her for all that long. You notice a few books scattered on the ground some of which were Shakespeare. Was that Romeo and Juliet? You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the cheesy romance novels and realize that there was not a dragon to be found. You think it's a dream at first until you see the pile of gold starting to move, a Goddess emerging from all of it. The gold falling off of her body like water would do and your breath is taken away, she doesn't seem to notice you as she brushes off any of the golden coins stuck in her scales and shakes herself letting off some more bits of gold that rained off of her like water droplets. She notices you and makes her way towards you offering a gentle smile as her tail curls around you into a perfect circle with her stinger shining in the light, she speaks "You must be awfully lost if you're here. This is my home you're trespassing in, after all," A single talon can be felt underneath your chin as her eyes seem to burn into you and she says rather fondly "I'll escort you out. Accept Ra's blessing for you aren't some pirate, I hate pirates." The honey dripping from her voice replaced by venom as she emphasized on the hate bit in her speech, she leads you out and gives you a pat on the head. She has a journal in her other talons offering a sweet tilt of her head. Had she been taking notes? Making observations? You didn't know and you were finally nudged away off the ledge of the mouth of the cave, you luckily caught yourself in the branches of the tree hearing her sweet, angelic voice from above you.

"Au revoir,"

( this is amunet's journal, i will make her entries soon!!! )

✼ pg 1; amun
✼ pg 2; fenrisulfr
✼ pg 3; beck
✼ pg 4; belladonna
✼ pg 5; herself

[align=left]Amun Ghana, my other half. . . My brother. He is still new to the customs of clan life and I can understand that since he was in my mind for the most part of his life. It's selfish really, how I kept him there but I had believed that if he was there in my mind no one would hurt him in this often cruel world. Eventually this man came along claiming to have known my brother, [b]my brother. His name Cairos, he had joined the clan and well, I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin whenever I am around that man. It isn't all that fun whenever someone out of the blue claims to know your sibling more than you do and tell them that they're someone else. It's absolutely infuriating. I haven't been spending as much as I'd like with Amun though he seems to be caught up with these letters that he seems to get from almost nowhere or thin air. It's strange but, I've read some of the letters and well, some of them are quite lewd whilst others are generally "fluffy" (is that the term??) or sad. He tries hiding them from me and telling me "sister why is that so funny?" "sister this" "sister that", it's just too cute and I want to pinch his cheeks. It's adorable how he gets frustrated over all these letters yet it had me thinking, if I am a Goddess (I don't even look my part) then that means Amun is a God as well. The God of Lewd Letters. Maybe, I'll call him that the next time we spend some time together. But on a more serious note, he's not too impressive in appearance (like me, I'm Plain Penny too. . . is that a term for it?? hell, if I know) and that's nice to be honest. We can both be Plain Pennies. God, this page is so cringey. I shouldn't use anymore of that slang. . . It doesn't sound right on my tongue. Uh, the littler things. . . He's a black jaguar wears a necklace. . . Loves googly eyed rocks and will talk to inanimate objects (plants, rock, etc. . . You name it he's there). He also doesn't seem to realize that he isn't in my mind anymore and often finds himself saying things about other people. It's sometimes rude but I often find myself snorting at how ridiculous it is. . . How clueless he can truly be. . .

The writing ends there. . .

[align=left]Fenrisulfr Grimm.

A very interesting fellow that seems to fit in just fine here in Tanglewood. He has quite the complex too uh,, body wise anyways, he looks [b]really good. I'm saying this as a friend. . . Friends compliment other friends, of course, so it isn't weird or anything. . .

There is scribbles at the edge of the paper. . .

He's a really sweet guy, in my opinion, and knowing how he's bigger than everyone else and menacing appearing, I wouldn't want to get on his bad side especially if I'm still not aware of the things he's capable of doing. Physically speaking and then the fact that he probably has some form of powers that assist him in fighting as well. I don't think cute could ever be applied onto Fenris, I'd say more. . . Handsome and just I don't know. . . What's the word? I'll remember eventually. It was mostly me and Belladonna who would be the duo to greet people but ever since Fenris came along, it always seems that he's behind me or I'm behind him just by a little. It's interesting really. I wanna find out more about him and he's just fun to have a conversation with. . . Like I'm not only interested if he's a God like me but I just feel he'd be a wonderful friend, so, if Amun ever gets tired of being a shoulder to cry on then I have someone else. . . I don't want to stress anyone with problems but, it's only been a bit since the whole raid. I'm still troubled over the fact that the raid was successful yet also a failure. People once unknowing of the death now know about it. I keep telling myself it's for the better. But is it really? I've never told anyone about my life before Tanglewood and I really want to let someone know. Seeing as Fenris is the someone I've taken a liking to when it comes to conversation. . . I might tell him although, when I gain a bit more confidence or something. . . He's covered in spike but his fur looks so soft, I wanna touch it.

By Ra, I can already hear all the War and Victory jokes already. He's not like any other guy, I've met before and I. . .

There seems to be a bit more scribbles and crossed out words. . .