TRULY ORIGINAL // flower crowns

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

i will travel the distance in your eyes !

Atbash had been distant from her clanmates recently and truthfully, the savannah felt bad about it. She hadn't meant to do so after swearing her loyalty to Elysium and in the back of her mind, Atbash was wondering if she regretted swearing in. Did Warringkingdoms judge her for this? I certainly hope not. It wasn't as if this was planned, anyway. But today Atbash was going to change that; the savannah had gone out and picked as many flowers as she could, soon returning to camp and settling herself down.

Atbash hummed to herself as she worked on making flower crowns, her short tail flicking as she did so. Of course, she was aware of the few confused stares some passing NPCs gave her, but Atbash paid no mind to them and simply continued on her work. After finally finishing a few, Atbash called out, "I've made some flower crowns if anyone is interested!"

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[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

it had felt as if the entire clan were at a standstill, there were no activity, no... movement. Like the brink before a great war ( or after one : where the silence of the dead reigned and those few left alive starring in horror, unable to bridge a gap he knew couldn't breach over the dead, over the mourning ) It was like a ghost town: or maybe it was just the eerie similarities to his first home. When there was little left but he, alone to reign over corpses.

Not only were Rin gone, but so was Clony. Both seemed to had disappeared so quickly, one after the other. The remnants of their clan was left ajar, and hebi refused the role- he too- made a motion to disappear before there were whispers of one of the newcomers wanting to take the head: hebi didn't- he didn't-

"can Hel have one? I think it would suit her" Hebi's voice was soft, in comparison to his looming figure: self conscious enough to draw his wings closer to himself-t shatter the illusions of the scars that marred each edge of his form. Hidden under bangles and wreaths of leather cords that spooled along his neck: but they were still there- burn scars, scratch marks. Horrid tallies etched into his skin just along the ribcage- barely hidden by fur-

He held up one of his paws, and the bangle of scales shifted: Hel's head were visible by the pitch black tongue that flickered outwards towards the stranger curiously. Beady eyes locked in their image: tracking the movement, weary- but in Hebi's presence not about to strike just- aware

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

i will travel the distance in your eyes !

Atbash knew what was going on with Elysium's leadership situation, the savannah just chose not to really be apart of it. She had been a leader once for a dying clan - Snowbound - and it... hurt to remember how she was practically forced to watch her clanmates leave or vanish, one-by-one. She couldn't do it again; not to mention, she hadn't even been apart of Elysium for long, let alone contributed enough to the group to justify becoming leader.

The voice that greeted Atbash surprised her slightly, not expecting such a soft tone from a creature such as Hebi. "Oh, of course!" Atbash chirped, tilting her head slightly as Hel moved and seemed to peer at her curiously. "I think I have a small one here..." She went on, trailing her words off as she shuffled through some of her little pile. Finding one that she felt was small enough to fit Hel, Atbash gently nudged it towards Hebi - unsure if his companion would strike should she get too close.

"Hel is gorgeous. How long have you had her?" Atbash decided to make some small talk; might as well, considering she hadn't met Hel nor Hebi. "Oh, my name is Atbash, by the way." She added quickly at the end. It'd be rude of her not to at least introduce herself, no?

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