WRITTEN SIN — joiner

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Suriel used to be a light-sleeper, her attentiveness always clinging to her consciousness even when she was swimming in a sea of dreams. It was something that she had been able to carry pride with because it helped show that she was aware of her rich surroundings, aware of the nicks and cracks that blended in. However, there was a flaw in her observant system and that was the disease that clung to her body, absorbing whatever energy she was able to create out of resources. Her mind now drowned in the deep ocean of imagination, the flashes of technicolor and wonder muting out whatever was happening in the reality that was below cloud nine. She could faintly feel the warmth of the burning sun lace her soft facial features, even the slight disturbance of something or someone blocking it out. But the young female was struggling to pull herself out of her state of mind, her silky gray ears twitching a bit to faintly signify the problem of not being able to come out until a voice ripped her out of her sleeping trance.

Her brilliant mint green eyes snapped open, the sudden flash of various colors and light causing her vision to blur for a few moments. "W-Wha..?!" Her airy voice allowed a breeze of stumbled confusion to roll out of her muzzle as the russian blue blinked furiously to help adjust her vision. After it finally managed to create physical outlines of the blobs that were standing over her, the small lithe female's metallic gray fur bristled when she realized she was surrounded by strangers of various kinds. The first voice she heard came from a female that introduced herself as Freyja, Suriel's wide eyes holding a spark of panic as her heart thumped furiously inside her chest as she then turned to focus on the towering figure above the female who's name was Freyja. It was an intimidating odd creature and the lost girl's ears pinned against her slim skull as she took small slow steps back, the tips of her pale milky white claws beginning to unsheathe. Where was she? Who were they? She then caught a flash of gold at the corner of her eye and noticed that another tall formed had decided to join them. Was she somewhere in the land of giants? She highly doubted it but her mind was always stuffed with unusual thoughts.

She remained silent, her breathing was unsteady and shaky with her long tail low to the ground, sweeping like a brush against the wooden floorboards of the barn house. She wasn't sure what she could do, she could fight them if she tried hard enough but with her conditions, Suriel doubted she would be able to give much of a fight especially with how little energy she held when it was morning. The adrenaline that pumped inside her veins was not as strong as it used to be and she knew better than to attack without a plan as the athletic female simply stared back at the three creatures in a standoff. She guessed she must have been trespassing in their territory though she did not remember passing anything that would signify borders. The heavy rain that had poured last night must have caused her sense of smell to only catch mud and rain, blinding her from what was really contained in the odd land. Perhaps, she could communicate peacefully with them? Freyja seemed to not mind that pathway as she had introduced herself and Suriel knew it was for the best to go along with it. Forcing her spiky fur to slowly settle back down against her frame, the loner replied "M..My name's Suri-" Her voice was cut off when she spotted a flash of camera light a bit away from where the rest were focused and remembering her belongings, Suriel quickly turned to the direction where the flare of light had come from.

"Hey! Be careful with that!" her voice rose with stressed dread at the sight of the camera being pulled down by gravity to crash onto the floor, her emerald gaze widening as she rushed forward to grab hold of the camera. She didn't seem to notice who had taken it, her concentration only honed on her camera when she noticed that in the photo that had been taken, there was nothing but the cieling. Her fictional eyebrows furrowed and she glanced up to lock her vibrant eyes onto a stranger looking brown feline that carried a scowl that was beginning to reflect on Suriel's own facial features when he decided to snatch up her notebook and sketchbook. "That's not yours! Give it back! Please!" Distressed, Suriel gently set the camera down and aimed to grab back her books, her long earrings bouncing against her shoulders as she reached out for them. She didn't mind others looking at her research but when it came to her art, the sleek female didn't want anyone to really see them especially if she was not satisfied with the work.

( after fifty years, i have replied yeet )