07-25-2018, 04:51 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]When Hearteyes was a kitten, her mother told stories of animals that held thousands of souls inside of them. Her siblings would climb all onto their mother, screaming, making up memories for their mother's body until she got annoyed enough to smack them all away. Hearteyes accepted these stories as fantasy, as some folktale passed from mother to child to make them stay in bed at night. Don't wander the forest at night, a cat with a thousand different lives may eat you up and make yours one of them. When she was younger, Hearteyes could not believe in things like that. She was taught that death was permanent, it was forever. Different souls couldn't just come back into a new body, they could not be reborn together.
This had lasted until she ran away from her parents' clan, and had joined The Ascendants. There were mythical beings here, dragons and kitsunes and vampires. Animals possessed magic, the ability to switch into different bodies, to speak to their clanmates from their mind. If her mother knew that her stories were the truth, that all those fairy tales lived in a group together just a few weeks journey from their den, she would keel over. Hearteyes still had no knowledge or concept of past lives and rebirth, but if one of her clanmates told her about it now, she would wholeheartedly believe them. Really, in this new world she was living in, anything seemed to be possible.
The small feline is drawn to the room by the sound of her clanmates' voices, paws veering off their path to approach the group. She isn't quite familiar with any of them, though she had met Myliu and Versailles at the border when she joined. She decides to sit close to Versailles, blinking quietly up at the ceiling. The air around the group is tense, for a reason she cannot quite pick out. She lowers her head to study the group of animals, pink eyes catching on Bastille's face. She has never met the Astral Seraph, and would not be able to tell with how distressed he looked right now, seeing things she could not see, stuck in a past she was not in. Bastilleprisoner did not look like an Astral Seraph right now - he looked decidedly mortal.
The albino glances back up at the ceiling, a frown drawing down her lips. "We could look around for a lever or something, maybe. There has to be something around here to open it." She suggests quietly, pink eyes turning to Moonmade, whiskers twitching in thought.
This had lasted until she ran away from her parents' clan, and had joined The Ascendants. There were mythical beings here, dragons and kitsunes and vampires. Animals possessed magic, the ability to switch into different bodies, to speak to their clanmates from their mind. If her mother knew that her stories were the truth, that all those fairy tales lived in a group together just a few weeks journey from their den, she would keel over. Hearteyes still had no knowledge or concept of past lives and rebirth, but if one of her clanmates told her about it now, she would wholeheartedly believe them. Really, in this new world she was living in, anything seemed to be possible.
The small feline is drawn to the room by the sound of her clanmates' voices, paws veering off their path to approach the group. She isn't quite familiar with any of them, though she had met Myliu and Versailles at the border when she joined. She decides to sit close to Versailles, blinking quietly up at the ceiling. The air around the group is tense, for a reason she cannot quite pick out. She lowers her head to study the group of animals, pink eyes catching on Bastille's face. She has never met the Astral Seraph, and would not be able to tell with how distressed he looked right now, seeing things she could not see, stuck in a past she was not in. Bastilleprisoner did not look like an Astral Seraph right now - he looked decidedly mortal.
The albino glances back up at the ceiling, a frown drawing down her lips. "We could look around for a lever or something, maybe. There has to be something around here to open it." She suggests quietly, pink eyes turning to Moonmade, whiskers twitching in thought.
[align=center][font=arial][b][i]— INACTIVE CHARACTERS.
[hearteyes, clancy.]
[hearteyes, clancy.]