08-08-2018, 08:39 AM
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Ishayu was one such who had come to attempt to run from her past, had tasted fire and blood within those days when her home had burned, yet the screams were always there. They rang through her head within the dead of night when sleep became twisted and dark, touched her thoughts when the guilt and regret of leaving them behind rose like a monster to tear apart her fragile good mood, a constant companion walking by her side. She had become used to it, finding the memories there beneath the surface of her thoughts no matter her attempts to push them back, and had simply given in, gave them a place of their own if the act was done begrudgingly.
Though there was no blood to stain her paws, be it upon the outside or within for she had no care to fight another unless it had become a necessity to do so, it was still there for she had stood by and watched, allowed her family to die simply because she had been terrified. She understood the plight of those who had found themself decorated with the blood of others, scars only present upon the heart and soul rather than the skin, for she carried her own, a secret kept closely guarded.
“I am here,” the albino mountain lion called in response to the words, looking upon the smaller stature of the maine coon. Her attention was drawn to his prosthetic limb and briefly she wondered if he had been the creator and might be willing to teach her, for a time she had thought of crafting a prosthetic of her own yet it seemed a hassle beyond her, even with her smithing experience. Forcing her gaze back to Bucky's a soft smile laced her lips, one offered readily and to all though it lacked much, nothing more than an empty gesture to offer some fragment of reassurance she meant no harm. “This is Sunhaven, do you have business you wish to discuss with Jericho or were you perhaps seeking to join?”
[ hey sky, welcome to sunfam, i hope you enjoy your time here with us ]
Ishayu was one such who had come to attempt to run from her past, had tasted fire and blood within those days when her home had burned, yet the screams were always there. They rang through her head within the dead of night when sleep became twisted and dark, touched her thoughts when the guilt and regret of leaving them behind rose like a monster to tear apart her fragile good mood, a constant companion walking by her side. She had become used to it, finding the memories there beneath the surface of her thoughts no matter her attempts to push them back, and had simply given in, gave them a place of their own if the act was done begrudgingly.
Though there was no blood to stain her paws, be it upon the outside or within for she had no care to fight another unless it had become a necessity to do so, it was still there for she had stood by and watched, allowed her family to die simply because she had been terrified. She understood the plight of those who had found themself decorated with the blood of others, scars only present upon the heart and soul rather than the skin, for she carried her own, a secret kept closely guarded.
“I am here,” the albino mountain lion called in response to the words, looking upon the smaller stature of the maine coon. Her attention was drawn to his prosthetic limb and briefly she wondered if he had been the creator and might be willing to teach her, for a time she had thought of crafting a prosthetic of her own yet it seemed a hassle beyond her, even with her smithing experience. Forcing her gaze back to Bucky's a soft smile laced her lips, one offered readily and to all though it lacked much, nothing more than an empty gesture to offer some fragment of reassurance she meant no harm. “This is Sunhaven, do you have business you wish to discuss with Jericho or were you perhaps seeking to join?”
[ hey sky, welcome to sunfam, i hope you enjoy your time here with us ]
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike