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[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=white,1,400]OPEN YOUR EYES UP , STEP IN THE RING ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Everything happened far too fast for Aphra to be able to react. Marina lashed out at her with no warning and Aphra hadn't even realized that the colorful feline had gone any damage until she felt blood drip from the wounds. Her face exploded with pain, not to mention the fear of dying that flashed before her eyes as Marina threw her towards Roxanne. It was hard to breathe, giving how Marina had grabbed her throat and Aphra flattened her ears, glaring up at the much larger female. Aphra could taste blood in her mouth and grimaced, fighting off the urge to spit blood in Marina's face.

Everyone was suddenly turned on her now, glaring at her and either threatening her with their words or showing their disdain in their face. Briefly, the ivory feline felt shame rush through her body, but it was quickly replaced with pain once more as Goldenluxury hit between shoulders with lightning. Aphra hissed, lowering herself to the ground in submission, listening to the Captain's words. Aphra's body shook, both with pain and anger, before she finally rose to her paws. She stayed as low as possible, to signal she wasn't going to harm anyone before she turned around. Unaware that Roxanne had gotten hold of her gold necklace in the midst of the chaos, Aphra took off, hearing a snap.

Aphra halted quickly, blinking at Roxanne. She was shocked that Rox would do such a thing to her; she knew how much that necklace meant to her. Swallowing back tears as much as she could, Aphra decided to look at Goldenluxury once more and offer one last word, "It's not a pirate if it was never alive in the first place." That would be the last thing the succubus would say, however, as she would finally take off running away from the scene, limping.

//out!! I also got permission to powerplay Roxanne breaking Aphra's necklace[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[MARINA]

Once coated in Aphra’s blood, the outcome of others followed. Some were screaming, two others were following in suit. Samantha’s yelling bothered her obviously, as Marina’s head whipped towards the doberman  quickly afterwards. Despite her frustration, she held her tongue. She kept her tearful gaze entwined with Samantha’s as she spoke lowly, only acknowledging her with a huff afterwards. If these were Sam’s children, then perhaps she would understand, but they weren’t (biologically, at least). Surely Samantha would of acted the same in her position. To say she wouldn’t would be a disgraceful lie. At least Marina thought so.

Thankfully, contrary to popular belief, Goldenluxury had also rightfully acted out against Aphra. It made Marina feel justified in her actions. Roxanne’s follow up only confirmed her confidence. Nevertheless, those who wanted to say otherwise pursued. “I am a grievin’ mother to my child,” the jaguar tried to explain as calmly as possible to Hushsound. Her voice couldn’t help but have a tone of rage. “And I will be here to assist as needed.” That included round two of the fight. Despite being rather serene, Marina wished for Aphra to remain put so she could lash the domestic feline a few more times.

Once again, Aphra spoke. The jaguar’s maw peeled back to reveal her teeth again. She vehemently growled, giving the feline one last morning. It seemed like the disdainful Typhooner got the message. Thankfully, before Marina could make another move (though not as violent as before), Aphra wandered off with a trail of blood and beads in suit.

With no more to say, the large feline resorted back to the other side of Goldenluxury. She lied back down with her head in her paws and facing her four children. Nothing was said. All she wanted was silence.

[mariner.]

[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"] It was dark and warm. She was being crushed. She wasn't even born and already, she was going to die. Turns out she didn't die but it was just as worse: she was alive. blind, deaf, and not able to figure out what was happening aside from being shoved at all sides, and hunger. she didn't know anything but hunger and warmth, which was pretty typical for a 5-second old cub. Flopped over and knocked down by other small bodies, she'd let out a series of almost indignant cries.

It only took a few times of being moved by big warm to get her to latch onto whatever was in front of her mouth and bam: hunger no more. Her life would probably be pretty good, her future self hoped so anyways. She didn't notice the tension in the room, other than big warm being a bit disturbed.