07-12-2018, 05:18 PM
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The alabaster kitsune felt disorientated. When she had awoken in the center of a thick pine forest, the dryness of her tongue and the intensity of the aches in her body had been so severe it suggested she had been unconscious for at least a day, and her sodden fur and wings told her it had been heavily raining. However it was not her physical condition that terrified her; it was her mental.
Every memory had been obliterated; who she was, where she was, what she had been doing...it was all gone. All she knew was that she was utterly isolated, with only the faint whisper of wind to comfort her.
Clove remained sprawled on the ground where she had awoken, slowly summoning the strength to flex her claws; then roll her ankles, then stretch her legs...before finally easing herself into a sitting position, almost collapsing back onto the ground at the impulses of pain that rippled across her shoulders and spine. Eventually, as the discomfort passed, Clove stood up and took a deep breath of the rain-heavy air; then took a step forwards, her body screaming at the effort. Then another. And on the kitsune walked, listless and confused and too exhausted to lift herself into the sky with her tired wings.
As the hours passed, fragments of her mind began to knit together. Clove. Her name was Clove. She was...she...
A grimace flashed across the femme's face as she reached for the memories, mentally clawing at what felt like small silver fish darting downwards into water she dared not enter. There was a sense that she was missing something vitally important, and that she needed to remember what it was urgently - but nothing surfaced. Her golden eyes were void, windows to the utter loss she held inside.
As the moon rose, Clove found shelter at the base of an aged pine tree which overlooked a plain dotted with wildflowers - curling her sore body tightly beside the thick, crumbling bark.
It felt like five minutes had passed when she opened her eyes into the weak sunshine of an early dawn, the world around her now sparkling with dew and mist. As Clove's solar eyes gazed out across the wildflower meadow, her breathing slowed as she concentrated on the feeling she knew what she was looking at. She knew. She knew what-
With a start of surprise, Clove realised she remembered how to heal. Images of setting bones and dividing up medications flashed through her head, and she was on her paws instantly. It was only then that the crackling need for water made her go light-headed and dizzy, so she quelled her excitement and forced herself to find the source of water she had heard the night before.
As she waded through the grass to reach a small stream that bubbled nearby, she was able to recognize numerous plants she passed by; and was able to recall each of their uses.
"Watermint." Belly ache.
"Poppy." Pain relief.
"Chamomile." Basically everything.
The fact she could remember so much about plants but not herself was unnerving. And it made her incredibly frustrated - or frustrated enough to want to strike the reflection with eyes she did not recognise that gazed up at her from the stream once she made it to the bank.
Clove took her time taking a drink, allowing herself to focus on nothing but the cold water for a long few seconds. As she drank, relief sagged through her body; she had been really, really thirsty. Dangerously so.
Raising her head, the kitsune looked from left to right; her twin tails trailing in the mud behind her as she leaped deftly across the water onto a stepping stone, nostrils flaring as the scent of something demanded her attention. The scent of other animals. People. A...
A Clan.
The word came unbidden in her mind, both screamingly familiar and completely foreign. Something told Clove that she had been in a clan, once. She could almost see...she could almost see her clanmates, but their faces blurred in her mind. Names, it seemed, still escaped her.
A stinging in her paw shifted her focus, and as she raised it to lick at the stone that had cut the sensitive flesh, the sense of something wrong seized Clove once more. Her autumnal eyes were wide, frantic, blinking furiously to make sure they were not misinterpreting what they saw.
The blood oozing from her skin was red. Red. But her blood wasn't red...it was....
A yowl of frustration loosed itself from Clove's mouth as she stood on the stepping stone, shaking and wracked with a sense of grief. Of that something had been lost.
/tldr Clove is on a stepping stone in one of the streams of the flower field, can't remember anything about her FF identity and basically will just join when she learns she's on clan territory (:
The alabaster kitsune felt disorientated. When she had awoken in the center of a thick pine forest, the dryness of her tongue and the intensity of the aches in her body had been so severe it suggested she had been unconscious for at least a day, and her sodden fur and wings told her it had been heavily raining. However it was not her physical condition that terrified her; it was her mental.
Every memory had been obliterated; who she was, where she was, what she had been doing...it was all gone. All she knew was that she was utterly isolated, with only the faint whisper of wind to comfort her.
Clove remained sprawled on the ground where she had awoken, slowly summoning the strength to flex her claws; then roll her ankles, then stretch her legs...before finally easing herself into a sitting position, almost collapsing back onto the ground at the impulses of pain that rippled across her shoulders and spine. Eventually, as the discomfort passed, Clove stood up and took a deep breath of the rain-heavy air; then took a step forwards, her body screaming at the effort. Then another. And on the kitsune walked, listless and confused and too exhausted to lift herself into the sky with her tired wings.
As the hours passed, fragments of her mind began to knit together. Clove. Her name was Clove. She was...she...
A grimace flashed across the femme's face as she reached for the memories, mentally clawing at what felt like small silver fish darting downwards into water she dared not enter. There was a sense that she was missing something vitally important, and that she needed to remember what it was urgently - but nothing surfaced. Her golden eyes were void, windows to the utter loss she held inside.
As the moon rose, Clove found shelter at the base of an aged pine tree which overlooked a plain dotted with wildflowers - curling her sore body tightly beside the thick, crumbling bark.
It felt like five minutes had passed when she opened her eyes into the weak sunshine of an early dawn, the world around her now sparkling with dew and mist. As Clove's solar eyes gazed out across the wildflower meadow, her breathing slowed as she concentrated on the feeling she knew what she was looking at. She knew. She knew what-
With a start of surprise, Clove realised she remembered how to heal. Images of setting bones and dividing up medications flashed through her head, and she was on her paws instantly. It was only then that the crackling need for water made her go light-headed and dizzy, so she quelled her excitement and forced herself to find the source of water she had heard the night before.
As she waded through the grass to reach a small stream that bubbled nearby, she was able to recognize numerous plants she passed by; and was able to recall each of their uses.
"Watermint." Belly ache.
"Poppy." Pain relief.
"Chamomile." Basically everything.
The fact she could remember so much about plants but not herself was unnerving. And it made her incredibly frustrated - or frustrated enough to want to strike the reflection with eyes she did not recognise that gazed up at her from the stream once she made it to the bank.
Clove took her time taking a drink, allowing herself to focus on nothing but the cold water for a long few seconds. As she drank, relief sagged through her body; she had been really, really thirsty. Dangerously so.
Raising her head, the kitsune looked from left to right; her twin tails trailing in the mud behind her as she leaped deftly across the water onto a stepping stone, nostrils flaring as the scent of something demanded her attention. The scent of other animals. People. A...
A Clan.
The word came unbidden in her mind, both screamingly familiar and completely foreign. Something told Clove that she had been in a clan, once. She could almost see...she could almost see her clanmates, but their faces blurred in her mind. Names, it seemed, still escaped her.
A stinging in her paw shifted her focus, and as she raised it to lick at the stone that had cut the sensitive flesh, the sense of something wrong seized Clove once more. Her autumnal eyes were wide, frantic, blinking furiously to make sure they were not misinterpreting what they saw.
The blood oozing from her skin was red. Red. But her blood wasn't red...it was....
A yowl of frustration loosed itself from Clove's mouth as she stood on the stepping stone, shaking and wracked with a sense of grief. Of that something had been lost.
/tldr Clove is on a stepping stone in one of the streams of the flower field, can't remember anything about her FF identity and basically will just join when she learns she's on clan territory (:
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