06-03-2018, 06:39 PM
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There's really just one thing that we have in common
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
Whisper was capable of violence. She was forced into a home that trained monsters- and within the domain whisper has risen in the ranks. She had been alone for the most part, training and honing her abilities that one day she may face war and show off her ability. Throughout her life she has killed many. To the point that sometimes it was harder to tell what was blood and what was water in her home. Their river had run red with the stuff, and some of them had already converted to near vampirism just for the sheer joy of it- the lack of resources to feed on beside your enemies corpses.
She was never proud of killing, never proud of a single death that she thought she could've changed. Her parent's deaths still hurt her, even when she hated them. Born to a time that made family everything- whisper was alone. She had no one but a empty milk den and a mother's back as memories. She had never hated her parents in life, always distantly hopeful that they would come back- that they would cure the indescribable loneliness within the small warrior but as her heart eroded over time she became more vicious, more volatile and self destructive. In the end, when she heard the news of their deaths. Of her brother's death. She only laughed.
She was told family was suppose to save you, meant to cure all of the ugly in your heart where whsiper's only seemed to fester. Where she only got worse slowly over time until she started to hurt others, had to learn to hunt, to protect herself to live for herself. Whisper always had a bit of hope for reunion, that her mother would come back and save her. That her father would smile at her with his grey eyes and welcome her back. When they died, whisper woke up and stopped dreaming. Faced the reality that was around her and moved on.
Vigenere Cipher, it did not take her long to match who he related to in the typhoon. She wondered what it meant that Caesar's brother went into a clan that was at war with each other. At least she appreciated the other's brutal honesty. Four eyes blinking up at the feline and offering the other a unashamed smile. ❝Thank you for the welcome, Vigenere!❞ She was interested in learning more of the seeming family of demons. Just what had happened to make them seem so... distant she wasn't sure.
Funny thing was, people always tended to describe someone differently when they "turned traitor" and left bloodclan. Most of them loyal to a fault, and Whisper was the same once too. She was loyal to her blood home she had looked down upon people who left, but now loyalty to a place, power hungry people were those she did not trust. People who climbed up the ladder for power and respect where not people to be humiliated, prideful, crossed once was enough was enough to send whisper straight. It was one of the appeals of beinga nomad. She didn't have to worry about people trying to out do her, just that the place she chose to stay in was a welcoming one.
Bright eyes focused on the medic. Watching the other closely, so someone else was hurt by their family? Whisper felt a little better admitting her own story then. And... warm. The last statement by the other was an open offering and whisper felt honored. Think of this place as home? As family? She blinked slowly. smile falling from her face but, not because something was wrong no- she just... didn't know how to express herself here. ❝I'm.. sorry you had to go through that too. I'm glad that you've moved on from it though. Glad you think of this place as such.❞ The puppy drawled, keeping her voice quieter, more sincere.
Home... family. She had had many homes, many families. She just hopped that this one would last. She matched grins with the other Grimm, her eyes turning back to focus on the drake as he offered to take her to camp. Maybe
a tour would be in order, she had no idea where anything was. ❝That sounds great!❞ She made a little jump in the air, springing almost half way Fenris' height. And the child was back again. Whisper aiming to latch onto the other grimm with a happy little smile. ❝Aaa I am really small! we might be able to get there faster if i am on you're back...?❞
Whisper spotted Amunet before she spoke, the equally towering new clan mate was easy to spot lumbering closer. She took in the other's seemingly unconscious movements with a raised eyebrow, turning her attention to Funrisulfer in a questioning- reevaluating look before turning back. Hopefully before any of them caught on to what she was insinuating. ❝Well met Amunet!❞
/ack Rushed near the end! Oof guys. I just introduced her here and yall'r already hitting me in the feels. thank you for the welcome guys!
She was never proud of killing, never proud of a single death that she thought she could've changed. Her parent's deaths still hurt her, even when she hated them. Born to a time that made family everything- whisper was alone. She had no one but a empty milk den and a mother's back as memories. She had never hated her parents in life, always distantly hopeful that they would come back- that they would cure the indescribable loneliness within the small warrior but as her heart eroded over time she became more vicious, more volatile and self destructive. In the end, when she heard the news of their deaths. Of her brother's death. She only laughed.
She was told family was suppose to save you, meant to cure all of the ugly in your heart where whsiper's only seemed to fester. Where she only got worse slowly over time until she started to hurt others, had to learn to hunt, to protect herself to live for herself. Whisper always had a bit of hope for reunion, that her mother would come back and save her. That her father would smile at her with his grey eyes and welcome her back. When they died, whisper woke up and stopped dreaming. Faced the reality that was around her and moved on.
Vigenere Cipher, it did not take her long to match who he related to in the typhoon. She wondered what it meant that Caesar's brother went into a clan that was at war with each other. At least she appreciated the other's brutal honesty. Four eyes blinking up at the feline and offering the other a unashamed smile. ❝Thank you for the welcome, Vigenere!❞ She was interested in learning more of the seeming family of demons. Just what had happened to make them seem so... distant she wasn't sure.
Funny thing was, people always tended to describe someone differently when they "turned traitor" and left bloodclan. Most of them loyal to a fault, and Whisper was the same once too. She was loyal to her blood home she had looked down upon people who left, but now loyalty to a place, power hungry people were those she did not trust. People who climbed up the ladder for power and respect where not people to be humiliated, prideful, crossed once was enough was enough to send whisper straight. It was one of the appeals of beinga nomad. She didn't have to worry about people trying to out do her, just that the place she chose to stay in was a welcoming one.
Bright eyes focused on the medic. Watching the other closely, so someone else was hurt by their family? Whisper felt a little better admitting her own story then. And... warm. The last statement by the other was an open offering and whisper felt honored. Think of this place as home? As family? She blinked slowly. smile falling from her face but, not because something was wrong no- she just... didn't know how to express herself here. ❝I'm.. sorry you had to go through that too. I'm glad that you've moved on from it though. Glad you think of this place as such.❞ The puppy drawled, keeping her voice quieter, more sincere.
Home... family. She had had many homes, many families. She just hopped that this one would last. She matched grins with the other Grimm, her eyes turning back to focus on the drake as he offered to take her to camp. Maybe
a tour would be in order, she had no idea where anything was. ❝That sounds great!❞ She made a little jump in the air, springing almost half way Fenris' height. And the child was back again. Whisper aiming to latch onto the other grimm with a happy little smile. ❝Aaa I am really small! we might be able to get there faster if i am on you're back...?❞
Whisper spotted Amunet before she spoke, the equally towering new clan mate was easy to spot lumbering closer. She took in the other's seemingly unconscious movements with a raised eyebrow, turning her attention to Funrisulfer in a questioning- reevaluating look before turning back. Hopefully before any of them caught on to what she was insinuating. ❝Well met Amunet!❞
/ack Rushed near the end! Oof guys. I just introduced her here and yall'r already hitting me in the feels. thank you for the welcome guys!