la vie en rose -ˋˏ✧ˎˊ- private for now

[stella]

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just one more trip to collect some other various alchemy items, some miscellaneous books, another memory to keep close to the nephilim's heart. another one, of course that came after the last trip back. then the last, and the one before that too and soon the trips became more frequent than the hours in which stella spent in the pitt. hours spent being there to support her sister. this wasn't right - now the hybrid would simply make crumby excuses to crawl her way back to the typhoon as she prayed dearly to her god that no one would ever call out the angelic girl's bluff. stella liked to believe that she tried her hardest to stave wickedness from her actions, but knew she couldn't. imperfect beings like mortals would always be drawn to this life like moth to the light. stella was part mortal, she was no different from the rest of the masses. angelic divinity would always evade the girl - despite her best efforts. that never seemed to phase the girl in her younger months and it even appeared to further fuel her ambitious nature, but now the thought disheartened stella. of course though; family came first, frivolous political drama second. always.

every guilt-ridden step taken back towards the place which had raised the young girl with chaotic benevolence felt heavy when the pitt's scent intermingled with the pre-existing waft of salty seas upon stella cloak. a scent soiling every shallow paw mark made by the girl as her dragged her small frame across the sandy plains. it was an odd mixture, it was undesirable. an odour that could be described as the embodiment of guilty nature, it made stella want to gag. the hybrid simply kept her mind off of her conscious running wild by mentally listing off the items she would be retrieving today, mumbling them under her breath like a mantra.

how could have the typhoon set ablaze the pitt's lands? it was so out of left field, so unexpected. slavery was something stella could understand left a sour taste in the typhoon high position's mouths - it left one in stella's mouth too - yet the typhoon was usually capable of civilised discussions that held an air of authority but not malice. it was the duality of the snake; calm and sensitive but also vicious and brutal. where along the line had that duality merge into a unified beast? the pitt was like that beast - it sought to shed blood for the sake of blood. and then it had turned a blind eye to the actions of the typhoon almost immediately?

jervis was many things stella would rather not list, but an imbecile was not one of them. there was an ulterior motive to calling off this quarrel with the typhoon. what it was? stella couldn't even begin to understand - the pittian leader was much more enigmatic than the typhoon's own. it scared the hybrid girl, like any other unknown would fear any other mortal being. the typhoon was not off the pitt's chopping block, now especially since the typhoon had recently crowned tanglewood as its only ally; the current big bad back in the pitt. but the two groups were on okay terms again - despite their troubled times the two groups had called a truce for the sake of both group's lives at stake - this daring tango between each group's worlds stella took was not entirely wrong. then why did it feel that way? like the eyes of both groups were focused on the girl and her amoral actions shrouded by a veil of angelic duty to protect her sibling. like a haunting piece of romantic art, those eyes followed the girl wherever she went - burning a hole in back of her head. stella was never truly alone. guilt never really left anyone, did it? the girl couldn't take the feeling anymore, freezing on the spot wearily as lavender eyes were drawn to her immobile paws. a wandering member passing by perhaps? not a word left the chocolate girl's mouth yet, but was poised to do so at a moment's notice.

[member=3615]JERVIS[/member]

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[Jervis]

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From the fire came ashes, but a spark had caused a fire. There was an ignition to their war, a broken promise. Despite the fallen family members, foes, and fiends all across the land, Jervis still knew that there was no end to their conflict without someone dead. Whether that'd be Goldenluxury or Crow was up to him. Surely he would not die by their hands, so they would die within his. That in mind, the ardent had decided to scope out his options one last time before causing havoc amongst the clans and assassinating one of the two.

A disgusting summer reek met his nose as soon as he grew close to the bridge that linked The Typhoon to the mainland. The pirates had always been fishy. Quite literally and figuratively. The smell of rotten fish and salty air revolted Jervis, but by now he had grown used to their putrid stench. Unlike Stella, the vulpine took no pleasure in the island's musk nor it's apparent beauties. All he saw was a repulsive enemy before him.

To find one of his own on their border surprised him though. Jervis sat back on the dock's edge with a golden eye narrowed on the younger female. A soft, unpleasant hum left him. From there he grew closer and wandered up behind her without prior warning. The fox pulled up beside her with his snout facing forward and a smirk upon his maw. For a moment he did not acknowledge her. "So," he cooed, "Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" His head turned on her threateningly. His eye looked her up and down curiously, hoping for a response that would excite him. After all, dumping the body of one of his own on their enemy's border would be quite the power move.

Unfortunately it was no secret to The Typhoon when an enemy was arriving. With the bridges being the only way to enter the island, they were bound to have all eyes set on the docks. Their presence would be noticed eventually.

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tracking >:^((

[stella]

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words erupting from beside the girl had stella too afraid to meet gazes with the beast that uttered them. guttural, menacing and yet still holding an air of faux benevolence. as if the two were amicable when in reality stella couldn't quite say she had much experience with the pittian leader outside of tall tales of his grandiose. perhaps the two weren't so far apart in personality after all. how long had the vulpine been here? had he followed the angel as far as from the very edges of the pitt's transparent borders? or had he simply been perusing the typhoon lands like a vulture scanning the surroundings for juicy meat? there was no telling which reality was worse in the nephilim's mind. in hindsight maybe this whole unfortunate situation had come about as a way for the heavens to chastise the nephilim; another blow to stella's guilty conscious. "not an enemy of mine... but i suppose of yours?"

'and why would i care for the pitt's alliances?'

it took all the strength of an archangel to hold back the angelic child's tongue from running. a death sentence was not something stella was looking to place on the agenda, and to talk back seemed like a one-way ticket to the land in which stella had only ever fantasised of.

turning around to face that visage that had haunted the girl's journey to the lands of pirates and necromancers, stella kept her own expression miraculously neutral. even as a surge of cold anxiety crept through her lavender veins. a cold shiver ran down stella's spine as the girl lamented how much harder it was to form words now she had turned to face the pittian leader. it was the knot forming in stella's throat that obstructed her voice - even if stella couldn't let herself show that externally. in futile attempts to try and find some semblance of familiarity and calm her overly busy mind stella found herself idly tugging on her white cloak. "but i digress, i am only here to pick up a few books and nothing more. i should be quickly in and out of the grounds. back soon to do more.. pittian things." honestly, as more and more the gravity of how little wiggle room the girl had to escape with was realised, stella couldn't quite see herself coming out of this situation with a good outcome in mind. like a cornered animal there was nowhere else to go. perhaps idle prayers to the heavens above wouldn't aid the concerned child, but they couldn't hurt either. god only knew how much stella just wanted jervis to leave stella alone - at least before someone from the typhoon saw the typhoon-born feline slinking under the moon's light.

turning back to the path ahead of stella, the girl tried to carry on her way without urging on jervis to follow her. a childish wish? perhaps. then again surely the fox wouldn't be proud enough to try and follow stella too far into the typhoon's territory. not so soon after his embarrassing scuffle with golden and that tanglewood leader he wouldn't. but then how much did stella now of the pittian leader? not much really. perhaps the vulpine would, or perhaps he would just wait until stella eventually returned back to the pitt to make the girl's life a living hell. argus was right all along then. somehow stella wasn't as angered by that realisation then she had first imagined - more so than she was saddened.

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