BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE;; open - introduction

[trojan g.]

It had almost been a month since Sweeney had found herself following Atticus to the home of one of the groups that had hated the Pitt the most since as long as she could remember. When she had showed up on the border, she had expected there to be hostility, death even, but she had been surprised with the group welcoming the two in. Of course, Atticus would be welcomed in, he had family here, but herself? She had no idea why she was allowed to reside in Tanglewood in the first place, let alone for almost a whole month.

Sweeney hadn't been to any of the meetings that had been held in the group, too worried about eyes watching her or her wounds opening up once again simply by walking. She hadn't had them as bad as Atticus, had been sent to fly above everything and watch as much as possible, getting involved in fighting only when it was absolutely necessary, but she had still fought, especially towards the end, when she had finally gained the control of her mind back. It was not only emotionally but physically exhausting, and so for the past month she'd mostly just slept.

Waking up on this day though, Sweeney noticed that she was a lot better than she had been, no longer needed to sleep. It took some convincing from Moth to leave the house though, not wanting to leave Atticus behind while she wandered around the territory, finally got to know the place that she had been stuck in the past month. Truth be told, Sweeney still wasn't sure if she wanted to move back to the Pitt or not. Of course, she wanted to see the rest of the members of the Pitt that she considered family, wanted to see if her own sisters had managed to come back in the time that she had been gone, but she didn't want to leave Atticus. Her best friend. He was her main priority right now, and he seemed happy here, he had actual family here.

Decisions would have to be made, but not now. For now, Sweeney was in the town, sitting on the porch of Moth's little home, looking out over what she could see of the territory. She didn't dare call out for those who wanted to meet her to do so, but she would simply wait. Maybe some would come, maybe they wouldn't, she didn't care either way.

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[Atticus Roux]

The soft shuffle and disappearance caused Atticus to stir in his nest. In the distance, bickering between his mother and Sweeney sounded between his ears, only to briefly hear Moth give into her simple request. The canine settled back in, only to find himself unable to fall back asleep and his mind afloat. A low growl left him. Weary paws pushed his haunches upwards and he wobbled to his feet, pain shooting through his ribs. Atticus' eyes rolled. He enjoyed sleep when he could get it, but as a light sleeper, the littlest of movement startled him awake. Today was no different.

Disgruntled and annoyed, he wandered forward and out the door, only to halt moment later. A sigh of relief left him. She hadn't gone too far. Atticus attempted to brush at her side and then nuzzle his snout underneath her chin playfully, a faint smile growing on his maw. "Getting some fresh air for once, Sweeney?" he questioned mockingly. "It is a nice day out..." Maybe they could go on a walk or something. It was no surprise that she was contemplating where to say, especially since Atticus had already grown accustomed to his old home and mother again. They would need to discuss that sooner or later.

[newkit]

[align=center][div style="width: 40%; text-align: justify;"]new wasn't the best when it came to greeting new people, or meeting people he hadn't previously known before. he guessed he kind of knew atticus, but they'd never spoken- despite technically being family and all. besides, he never really had time to talk to them, with all of his escape attempts and all that, but there was always times like these where he was too tired to shuffle himself all the way out to the entrance of camp. days like today when he just wanted to lounge around and chill for a while.

the voice of atticus drew his attention, talking to someone who he didn't quite recognize. a girl, who's wings were honestly the prettiest things he'd ever seen. prettier than his dad's, even. he guessed it would be a good idea to go introduce himself, maybe actually get to know his family a little. pushing himself up, he struggled his way off of the fountain he'd been set down on, and stumbled his way over. "hey, atticus. who's your friend?" he greeted, before smiling at the woman. "i'm newkit." that name was starting to get real old.

"i like your wings. they're pretty.. not to be rude, but are they naturally rainbow, or do you color them?"

☼ tags | updated 1/1:

"speech" ☼ thoughts | normal

☼ basics
☼ newkit newpaw newvegas | nicknames : new | aliases : none
☼ 0 years 7 months | born in july | cancer
☼ cisgender | he/him
☼ tanglewood | child (delayed ceremony) | no titles
☼ link to biography

☼ appearance and health
☼ domestic cat | other forms : tiger
☼ grey tabby / blue eyes / missing front right leg (birth, all bodies) / clubbed back left foot (birth, all bodies)
☼ physically appears ~5 months | actually 6 months
☼ 100% physically | healable injuries : n/a | permanent injuries : n/a
☼ 100% mentally | neurotypical

☼ social bits
☼ aurum x npc | kingmaker family
☼ slytherpuff | ENFJ | neutral good
☼ "i promise i can do it! i won't let anything hold me back!"

☼ battle and difficulty
☼ physically very easy | no weapons | fighting style : none, doesn't know how
☼ mentally easy | psychological warfare? : lmao no
☼ shapeshifting, discovered | clairvoyance, undiscovered
☼ attack in bold | please @/tommy when attacking
☼ peaceful powerplay : allowed | dm for : kill, capture, torture

[wormwood.]

[rhosmari]

A pale figure watched from the background, observant to what was going on around her. She had been napping for the most part, trying not to cry anymore. It wasn't helping anything and she knew that she had to get a move on and start her searches. Her blurry blue gaze blinked slowly to try and make the world come into focus and that was when she noticed the group that was surrounding an individual. She was familiar with Atticus although she had met him when he had been a feline. The canine form he had now was foreign but she knew it was him and frankly she hoped that he had accepted the apology that she had given him about letting him go alone. If she hadn't and said she would have gone with him maybe he wouldn't have been captured. He would be fine now.... The woman he was speaking fondly with she did not know much about but she remembered that through a buddy system that she was supposed to be paired with this one. Maybe it would be a good idea to go and see what was happening here. So she decided to finally push her tired form up and make her way over, despite some that were here she was trying to be friendly. It was going to be okay. Things would get better.

A smile pulled at her peach toned muzzle as she came to stand near the young child. ''Uh, she doesn't think that she has properly met this one. It is nice to meet her. She is called Elsweyr and she is hoping that she feels better after the...things that have happened.'' The whole coalition thing had been painful and terrible for a lot of animals and it was time that they all healed. But she also wondered if she could get to know the other better given their buddy status and she believed that she was supposed to help her if she needed it and do tasks with her which the lioness figured would be fun. Her eyes drifted to Atticus for a moment and she wondered if he would be okay with that.

[arrow]

"blood is like wine, unconscious all the time" ✭  ── She hadn't been there at their return, actually she hadn't been around Atticus or Sweeney, period. Being dead made it hard to really introduce yourself, you see. It probably would have been easier to have introduced herself then instead of now, feeling incredibly out of place. A twinge of guilt soon began to infiltrate the awkwardness in her chest as well, remembering hearing that Atticus was Selby's son. Obviously Moth's lovely child as well, to her surprise when she found that out, but she didn't feel like she'd gotten to know Moth as well as the Tanglewood Roux boys. Realizing that she had not seen Crow's departure or Selby grow up, leaving Atticus standing here now as the only reminder of a man she called a friend when she was still alive made her heart ache, and she didn't even get the chance to get to know him. Life was like that sometimes.

Shaking her head, as if to knock the feelings and distant memories out of her big ass ears, the shaderunner strolled up to the group that had gathered, snorting with a lazy smile at Newkit's inquiries. Actually, it was a good question. "Having wings must be nice, but I'd be a terrible flyer." She almost said "shitty flyer", catching herself right before the words were released into the world. Not today, speedy, not today. The oriental looked up at the duo she had yet to introduce herself too, one translucent ear twitching. "I haven't properly met either one of you. Arrow, resident walking dead. You're Moth and Selby's spawn, so i've heard." Arrow nodded once at Atticus, feeling like she just aged ten years by saying that, even though aging had been halted in it's tracks for the time being. "Hope you're both settling in well."

[trojan g.]

Had Sweeney known about the snow that the desert of the Pitt was currently experiencing, she might not have been so homesick. Although she knew that there were many in the group that she had butt heads with in the past - and likely even know, she honestly hadn't changed that much - she knew that in the end they cared for each other in their own fucked up way. The sound of a sigh behind her, however, snapped the kitsune out of her thoughts of home, slight smile growing on her face as she was soon brushed up against, head growing heavy on top of Atticus's the knowing that if she was a feline she would have been purring. It seemed as though no matter where she was, it was always Atticus who snapped her out of her sad thoughts. "Yeah, I figured your mom might be getting tired of us." She would jokingly speak out, small snort leaving her as soon as she had done so. "Thought too I should get to know the place I've been living in for the past month too. Last time I was here before, well, everything, was a long time ago." They had been children then, and it had been soon after Atticus had joined the Pitt. They had come to raid the library. Their little expedition didn't really get too far though, sadly.

The sight of a new face approaching caused Sweeney to pause once more, her mind trying to work out what it was she would say to those in Tanglewood at last. Atticus was easy, they had grown up together, and Moth was getting there considering her trip to the Pitt and staying with the two while she visited soon after her return, but the others here in the group didn't have any special reason to be nice to her. She was a Pitt member and a Callahan, and she knew that there were some around that still recognized the last name for what it was. She might have wanted to avenge her father at one point in her life, but she knew that was no longer really the path for her. "Hello," She would begin, trying to choose her words carefully, something she had never been the best at. "My name's Sweeney." She would offer it in response to the child, even if he had been addressing Atticus with the question of who she was. "I don't think it's rude." She would comment towards the question that New soon asked, tails waving in amusement. She had never been asked about her wings before, they had just been there. "And I don't color them, though I think that would have been cool to do if they had come out white." Eyes would soon flick over to Aurum as he soon approached, and ears would flick back for a moment.

Aurum was one of the members of Tanglewood that Sweeney had known of before she had met Moth when she had returned, before she had come here to Tanglewood. She had never been close with Aine, but she knew of the stories of what the vixen had gone through when it came to the other, and how strong he had been, even before he was the leader. She knew that he was one of the members that knew about her lineage, and had been worried at first that she would be kicked out when he had come over, surprised when he said nothing of the sort. After all, Tanglewood had not gotten along well with the Pitt during her father's reign, and she wasn't the most peaceful of animals when it came down to things. "I don't think she has." Sweeney would offer, head shifting to look towards Atticus for confirmation before turning back to the others that were gathering. If it hadn't been for the fact that Atticus was Moth's son and she was just simply glad to have him back home, even for only a little bit of time, so she wasn't going to try and reprimand them too much for doing something like walk around too much. 

Elsweyr and Arrow were the next two to arrive, and head would turn to each of them in turn as they spoke. It took her a moment to understand what Elsweyr was saying, but soon after she was understanding it in full, nodding her head slightly at first before speaking once more. "I'm feeling better for the most part, yeah." She would offer, thinking for a moment. The wounds that she had gotten from the Coalition were not that bad, and they had been healing, only pain from stiff muscles and some scars left of what had happened, but the nightmares that she had most nights were not something that would go away so easily. She had asked Moth to see if there was something that could be done short of just putting her into a coma, but sadly it seemed as though there was nothing that the mutated jaguar could do. "You're my "buddy" for the system thingy right? Moth told me since I couldn't make it to the meeting. It's nice to see I was partnered with someone like you." Someone who seemed to have her shit together, at least from the outside. At least for right now. Head would finally turn to Arrow as she spoke, and Sweeney would look over her for a second, confused at the appearance before her. She knew weird shit could happen, but she hadn't been expecting a full blown ghost to come up to her and start speaking. She guessed she'd seen weirder though, considering the Pitt's history with their leaders, Silent had been one odd motherfucker. "I'm not so sure I'd be a good flyer either to be honest, haven't really used 'em much." She didn't fully know the extend of how often she had flown when she'd been under Stryker's control, just knew that when she had tried to fly again, it hadn't turned out so well. "So far so good on the settling I think, haven't seen too much." Oh but she had heard and felt enough of it when it came to the noises in the swamp, and the mud itself.

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