08-09-2018, 12:32 AM
/welcome my dude!! and PLEASE ur post is actually great
but grimm can u please slide me some muse some of us are starving over here smh
Home is a loaded word for Jericho. For such a long time it was the lighthouse, the island chain he held so near and dear to his heart, but after he left he came back to a place he no longer recognized. Even after moving to the beach village he struggled to reconcile abandoning the place and all its people he knew so well with the fact that he could never return. How can you long for something that no longer exists? And how to you stop? It had taken a long time for him to even begin calling his new clan home and let go of the past, yet eventually that fell apart too. Something happened, something changed, and the little tabby knew he didn't belong anymore. It wasn't the same. Sunhaven came next, and it's still new to him, but he's scared that the past will repeat itself. That one day he'll wake up and go to his garden just as he always does, and he'll pad back into town and it'll be like the earth around him has shifted and nothing will be as it was. Jericho tries not to think about that — for now at least, this group feels right. Discovering the floating seatown was like a homecoming to a place he's never been; it just clicked, and he's let go of that lingering guilt that once made him feel like anywhere besides his birthplace was a betrayal to those he once knew. It's a fresh start somewhere that his heart seems to have known for centuries. He thinks that maybe (just maybe) it's where he'll stay til his days are done.
The ginger feline is padding through camp after having checked on his plants in the greenhouse, thinking he might open his shop for a little while. He hobbles through the town square, his gait delicate upon the wooden planks despite his three-legged lopsidedness. While passing through his pricked ears pick up Mama's words, a mere murmur from his distance, and Jericho halts. His attention has been caught; curious, the Helion carries himself towards the large wildcat, only as he approaches picking up Pierce's scent as well. By the time he nears he's aware that the latter is unfamiliar, and his honey gaze naturally flicker towards him as his attention blindly seeks out the serval. All Jericho knows is the gentle sounds of brushstrokes and the vague scent of watered-down paint. "Are you... ah, p-painting?" the tomcat inquires gently. He pauses for a moment after, before offering a sheepish smile. They haven't met, have they? Jericho thinks it rather embarrasing, considering he's leader. There's a faint red glow beneath the male's cheeks as he adds, "Um — sorry, I don't... th-think we've met. I'm Jericho."
but grimm can u please slide me some muse some of us are starving over here smh
Home is a loaded word for Jericho. For such a long time it was the lighthouse, the island chain he held so near and dear to his heart, but after he left he came back to a place he no longer recognized. Even after moving to the beach village he struggled to reconcile abandoning the place and all its people he knew so well with the fact that he could never return. How can you long for something that no longer exists? And how to you stop? It had taken a long time for him to even begin calling his new clan home and let go of the past, yet eventually that fell apart too. Something happened, something changed, and the little tabby knew he didn't belong anymore. It wasn't the same. Sunhaven came next, and it's still new to him, but he's scared that the past will repeat itself. That one day he'll wake up and go to his garden just as he always does, and he'll pad back into town and it'll be like the earth around him has shifted and nothing will be as it was. Jericho tries not to think about that — for now at least, this group feels right. Discovering the floating seatown was like a homecoming to a place he's never been; it just clicked, and he's let go of that lingering guilt that once made him feel like anywhere besides his birthplace was a betrayal to those he once knew. It's a fresh start somewhere that his heart seems to have known for centuries. He thinks that maybe (just maybe) it's where he'll stay til his days are done.
The ginger feline is padding through camp after having checked on his plants in the greenhouse, thinking he might open his shop for a little while. He hobbles through the town square, his gait delicate upon the wooden planks despite his three-legged lopsidedness. While passing through his pricked ears pick up Mama's words, a mere murmur from his distance, and Jericho halts. His attention has been caught; curious, the Helion carries himself towards the large wildcat, only as he approaches picking up Pierce's scent as well. By the time he nears he's aware that the latter is unfamiliar, and his honey gaze naturally flicker towards him as his attention blindly seeks out the serval. All Jericho knows is the gentle sounds of brushstrokes and the vague scent of watered-down paint. "Are you... ah, p-painting?" the tomcat inquires gently. He pauses for a moment after, before offering a sheepish smile. They haven't met, have they? Jericho thinks it rather embarrasing, considering he's leader. There's a faint red glow beneath the male's cheeks as he adds, "Um — sorry, I don't... th-think we've met. I'm Jericho."
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