destruction and regrowth || egg in the desert?

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Icy rage coursed through the vulpine's blood.  Ears flattened sharply back as a low growl finally left his throat.  Glowering, he finally responded to Mercede in turn, pushing his mental voice into her own mind.

That. Is. Enough.  Never presume you may manipulate me in my own mind.

Fuming, he turned his back on the child once again.  The likelihood of further rage from the youth felt extremely high but Astiar was looking to him for guidance to the Temple and Nikolai had stepped in.

Ideally, Mercede would not pick a fight with Nikolai; such a conflict would more likely end in the wolverine's favor.  Gael found the prospect of having to explain such a situation to Kydobi unappealing.  Explaining the egg would be an interesting situation as it was.

Why am I doing this?  ... The faerie ground his teeth, finding the answer relatively simple in the end.  Salmoné.

... Fine.  Gael huffed quietly and returned to leading the cicada through the jungle.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

[Mercede]

MERCEDE

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diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend -

mercede f. callahan
the pitt
2 months


pronounced: (mur-say-dee)

general
female - marble cross fox (white, gray, black) - 2 months - Jervis x Fourthwall - no crush - no mentor

powers
mental manipulation

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call me your sweet baby —


Once again, the girl was suddenly pulled away from what she wanted. Her eyes were glossy as if she was in a trance. Possessed by rage. She hated everyone.

Everyone deserved to die.

She couldn’t see who grabbed her but she heard a weird tongue. She snarled, Astiar tasted gross as he looked. But when she was set down she would see a gas mask. Immediately her mind though to hurt.
She would jump. A tiny white ball attempting to hook  it’s feline claws into the material the girl was fed up.

What really got her mad was when she heard Gael. It caught her off guard as she gasped, never having anyone speak other than the benevolent Astiar.

FUCK YOU ALL FUCK YOU, she would scream. No one would tell her what to do. What was worse? They took her egg.

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