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[Feyre]

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FEYRE JOSEPHINE

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]All she had ever known was darkness.

That was, until bright blue eyes opened, blinking against the harsh sunlight that dappled her fluffy form as she sat up and attempted to get a feel for her surroundings. Where was she? How did she get here? What was going on? Vague understanding danced in her mind, her mother and father's faces along with her name the most prominent of her disoriented thoughts. There was something else too... almost unintelligible words that she knew well and yet, could not explain. [color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos I-Incendia," She whispered, scrambling backwards on shaky legs as the grass at her paws ignited. [color=#3f5351]"Woah!" Exclaimed Feyre, eyes stretching wide. Fire. She had made fire. And suddenly, she was met with the fierce desire to make more.

[color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos Incendia!" The words came far more confidently, a cry of delight spilling from alabaster lips as she watched the flames that she generated lick hungrily at the open air. Feyre obviously did not understand limits or, she did, and refused to acknowledge them. Either way, she had all but wrecked havoc upon a small portion of the Ascendants' border, giggling as she did so. She didn't know how exactly she had arrived so wondrously at the brink of another's territory, just that she had and that she wielded the power of fire, among others things, which certainly was a new development she believed. Unfortunately for the child, she had gone a little wild with her newfound power, the embers spreading quickly and without direction as she haphazardly recited the strange phrase over and over again.

[color=#3f5351]"Yikes," Observed the frowning ragdoll, sky blue eyes briefly shutting as to contemplate her options and pray that her mind provided some sort of solution. Much to her surprise (and relief), a strange presence seemed to guide her to an answer, a foggy apparition appearing only momentarily before her as the spell all but popped into her mind. Convenient, she thought, nodding a head quickly as she pondered pronunciation. This one seemed a little more difficult to say and if Feyre knew anything about what was transpiring, it was that pronunciation was everything. Here went nothing, she supposed- hopefully she didn't feed the flames and cause an untamable wildfire... That would be less than a good time. [color=#3f5351]"Suctus Incendia?"

The girl could only emit a faint sigh of relief as her the flames dissipated. Her skin was made uncomfortably warm for a second, a searing heat enveloping her lithe frame until she shook out her pelt and managed to dismiss the unpleasant situation.  Weird. Whatever was going on was weird. But this place... she felt unnaturally drawn to it. Once again, Feyre was met with a plethora of questions she had no answers to. It frustrated her to no end but the child resigned to releasing a huff and crossing what was apparently a border. Maybe they had a ghost problem. For whatever reason, she knew that she was supposed to be doing something with ghosts.

Obviously that childish intuition mixed with her own insatiable curiosity was enough to encourage trespassing. Then again, Feyre had just woken up from what felt like a long slumber- did she truly know what trespassing was?

(essentially feyre has fire elementals but can only activate them with a spell!! also say hello to margaery's reincarnation i love her already)

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
6 MONTHS OLD
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.

Onision had lost sight of what sleep was, after so many days of not having any. He could feel his limbs ache, groan with every limping step. The one-eyed chocolate feline didn't want to go on patrols, it hurt too much to leave the painful presence of his home. Home. Oni didn't understand what home was, not yet.

He was a being created from a love that died together, despite his own curse to live forever, never to grow old, only to age to adult size, never to grow wrinkles, or die young, or die with his own love. Maybe, just maybe, one day, he could turn this around. Maybe he could find a way to give his love the same curse he had, so he could live forever, and never be alone.

Faintly, Oni could hear shuffling from a distance, although it was muffled by the pounding in his head. The injured felidae merely continued his walk to his destination, spotting the female not too far off. He watched as a flame went out, eyes narrowing in anger. It was a mere kitten, but Onision didn't have the right mind to question such things logically.
"Quis es?" Came the cold, menacing latin tongue of Oni as he stood in front of the girl, cold blue eyes focusing in on the felidae below him.

//quis es = who are you

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© MADI

[Grimm]

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Might there have been a simple answer behind such, there were a few here they had come to think of in high regards and felt a gentle, if fleeting, sense of love for, but something about it felt wrong. Almost was it a piece of the puzzle which proved a little too big, sides never truly fitting together yet they had forced it to for no other piece was able to fill it, never coming close. Surely it was out there somewhere, this missing segment they so desperately sought for, just out of their reach no matter how much they wanted it.

Uneven was the beat of small paws upon the earth, staggering some as Harland moved, walking simply because it was something. In a similar fashion to the other fireball sleep had evaded them, what little they could claim given to a darkness broken by ragged screams and the touch of crimson, throat burning as they woke with a scream, damaged vocal cords struggling to give voice to their terror. For once they were grateful they had thought better of sleeping within the observatory, their place within the thicket of trees about the border meaning they woke no other yet almost removed the possibility of comfort.

Dark ears perked, familiar the voice which rose though the words were foreign, such as they had never heard before. Already lacking knowledge of the common language this one was strange, hesitance marking each step which drew Harland closer, for a time the thought of merely leaving when they realised who had spoken rising. Yet they forced it back and moved closer themself, offering no words for there were none they cared to give, instead letting pale lips draw up into a shaky smile. It seemed almost as though the two were performing the act of good cop and bad cop, though in most scenes where Onision was present it ended as such no matter the intent.

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]Good cop, bad cop, and older cop. (Thus the cop with most authority and thus the cop that told bad cop to get some fucking manners.) The lion had watched the kitten from afar as she explored her powers, seemingly as entranced by them as she was, given how long it took him to actually approach her. He was working on it, though, until Onision appeared. And Moon got it, okay; his Mom was dead, he was some fucked up werewolf, ect, ect, but wasn't everyone's fucking mom dead?

Regardless, he held back on his usual quip Onision's way. Instead, he said, "What he means is, hello, you're on the Ascendant's territory. How can we help you?" He voice is as friendly as it is flat, golden ears lying against his head and cranium hanging low. He was exhausted, he was devastated, he was greeting a magical kitten at the border and maybe he had to push his own issues to the side and focus on what had to be done. Maybe that would help.

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[ISIDORE.]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:60%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13.5px;"]"Was ... was there a fire here?"

The blank serval approached with eyes squinted in a fashion that lifted his brows confusedly. He swore he could smell burning just seconds ago ... but maybe he'd been wrong. "Or maybe I'm just going crazy ..." See, fire to him didn't mean all too much, but fire in the Ascendants? From what he had seen of the place, the two combining would mean disaster for everyone. These guys just couldn't handle themselves sometimes it seemed. But he kept that to himself, 'cause he didn't think about it too seriously himself either. Isidore peered between Onision, Harland and Moon. If Moon was the older cop, Dory was the civilian trying to just mind his own business and stay out of the way of the cops in general. But here he was, swaying a bit as he glanced down at the unfamiliar ragdoll. "Hi." Was what he said, smiling but lips pursing all at once.

[Feyre]

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FEYRE JOSEPHINE

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]"Quis es?"

The unfamiliar words prompted Feyre to turn towards the stranger, her newest spell dancing upon a waiting tongue as she assessed the situation and determined whether or not he'd provide a source of danger to her. He seemed far from friendly, a shell of someone he once was, and it startled the young ragdoll that she recognized such. A faint frown would appear upon alabaster lips as she regarded him, ignoring what felt like the tug of an invisible string that practically screamed familiarity. Who was this? Why did she know him? And why were her suspicions washed away as she continued to study him? She longed to reach out to her ancestors, practically demanding answers for the interesting and rather enigmatic situation they had placed her in, but the silent arrival of another momentarily distracted her.

[color=#3f5351]"Maybe you should talk to a lost girl a little nicer," Feyre finally remarked, azure eyes narrowing. She could set Onision on fire as easily as she drew a breath in, all it took was that set of words, words that could now drip so easily from a waiting tongue. But for the sake of Harland, a far gentler force it appeared, she cooled her frayed nerves, attempting to return the shaky smile that danced upon their face. [color=#3f5351]"I'm Feyre Josephine," The little witch stated matter-o-factly, figuring that it would do no good to proceed without at least introducing herself. She could not recall much of her childhood or her parents, but she did remember her father often harping on the importance of manners.

[color=#3f5351]"The Ascendants? Sounds interesting... Can I live here?"

Her inquiry came too fast and far too impulsively, eyes stretching wide as she mentally cursed herself for being both so forward and so trusting. She did not know these people, did not know much of anything admittedly- why did she want so badly so become one of them? [color=#3f5351]"What I mean to say is," Feyre corrected, gaze locked solely upon Moonmade, [color=#3f5351]"I can talk to my ancestors the best here. You guys have a spiritual connection unlike one I've ever seen before or something like that. So I am going to live here, even if it isn't okay." She shrugged, a white paw fidgeting absently with a scorched patch of grass. Oh yes... was she expected to apologize for that?

Isidore's presence and subsequent inquiry provided her good reason to at least explain what had happened and sheepishly, she found herself grinning. [color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos Incendia!" She called out, delight lacing her tone as the grass in front of her once more ignited. She watched the flames crackle and pop for a few brief moments, the brilliant oranges dancing within gleaming eyes. She could watch the fire all day if she really wanted to, but now that she understood that other people lived here, she knew that she should probably be a little more careful. [color=#3f5351]"Suctus Incendia... Yeah, there was a fire. I'm kind of a witch- isn't that cool?"

[trojan g.]

Roman liked fire, liked the way it felt and the way it engulfed things, and wished that he could control it once more like he used to. There were times that he was glad to not feel the lick of the flame against his paws, though other times it was something nice, something different that he wanted to be able to feel properly once more. He wanted to be able to control the fire once more, enough so that he heated the area around him so much when it rained that the water would evaporate - so that he wouldn't get wet - that was but a wish at this point though, something he would have to hope for, pray to the gods for, pray to his father for, for he was sure his father was part of the reason he didn't have his powers any longer, but one day he would gain them all back.

Hopefully.

Padding over to the border, Roman had seen the fire, and a yearning ache formed in his chest, rounded ears pinning to his head for a moment as he thought of words to say, nothing coming to mind for a moment or two, before words came rushing back, and a smile formed on his maw once more. Looking down at the younger feline, the canine would offer his own words to hers. "Of course you're allowed to stay, so long as you don't cause any trouble for your clanmates." He would speak, though it seemed now that even those who had caused trouble got to stay, something he would have changed if he could, but it wasn't any of his business he supposed. "My name is Romanempire, though I just go by Roman or Ro, it's good to meet you. Do you want a guide to camp or anything?" Most didn't like to have the border talks, so he figured he'd just get straight to the point.

[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Golden rose to meet their match and the smile about pale lips strengthened only a small bit, a gentle warmth within eyes formerly tinged with sorrow, a faint murmur of greeting escaping them. If anything Moon was less a cop in any sense if more a force which could offer resistance, pushing back against the terrible ideas some harboured, or acting as fuel, throwing himself into it with abandon. Yet, as with many, he seemed weighed down by the heavy grief left in the wake of death, given to something less fun loving and more serious, acting in place of those they had lost. Turning to him the kitten made to gently bump their head against his leg.

Though harsh the words which fell from pale lips the gaze which found her once more was gentle and warm – indeed were they a kinder force, though crafted by fire they had learn to harbour a gentle touch and so the smile stayed, slight tilt to dark head as they took a tentative step closer. Slowly they reached out but stopped short of touching her when once more the fire rose, seemingly transfixed as they watched it dance. Strange was the feeling which arose within Har, a feeling of warmth tingling in the pit of their stomach, an excitement rising to curl about their throat, shortening each breath.

And then it was gone. Left blinking at the spot they looked towards Feyre with admiration and wonder, small paw continuing to move until it sough to tap gently at her own, unafraid and seemingly holding no real idea what personal boundaries were. “How?” A whisper through chewed lips, spoken as they leaned a little closer to be sure she heard, unable to be put into a higher volume. Clear was the cracks about that single words edges, throat rubbed raw until even the most simple sound hurt, and so they offered nothing more, merely waiting.