08-12-2018, 02:53 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Clancy wasn't sure if he was running away from his past, or just running away in general. Dema was a huge part of his past, was practically his whole life until just a few months ago. There wasn't any escaping the past so soon, especially when it's teeth snapped at his heels at every twist and turn. Maybe someday. His thoughts were turning from tombstone grey to having flashes of sunlight yellow - a hope that things would get better. Thins were so new here in Snowbound, so much better. Clancy could not help but have hope for the future. Isn't that what the Banditos had wanted for him when they sent him off into the snow?
The tabby was walking slowly through the snow, exploring the territory while he had free time. He wasn't aware that he was close to the border until he heard voices, gaze swiveling from his paws to the small group of animals a few yards away. He hesitates for a moment, remembers the strangers that had turned up outside of the walls of Dema, remembers those animals turning up weeks later, walking the streets, eyes cloudly, throats smeared black. Clancy feels darkness start to settle at the edges of his vision, stuck between a memory and the present. He tries to settle down, amber eyes focusing on the lion standing at the border. He wasn't anywhere near his old slot, he was with his new clanmates, and there was somebody at the border. He could do this. He could be apart of the daily life of the clan.
When his fear is just a fading scar pink, Clancy makes his way to the group, seeing the faint sunburst orange of Atbash's voice fade into the air. The tom carefully avoids standing next to Nui, the memory of the molly offering up a mouse's frozen heart fresh in his mind. The girl made him nervous, though it was really only first impressions at the base of his fear. Her voice was cherry pink, a light shade that was like fear to him, but she seemed bright and welcoming here. He keeps his attention on Winterwolf, though, intrigued by the ice blue shade of his voice. He offers the lion a small smile, blinking out from under the hood of his jacket to see the stranger's face.
He introduces himself after a moment, stopping himself from cringing at the shade of red his own voice was. It never mixed well with others. Not in Dema, with their grey's and black's, or the Banditos with their shades of yellow.
The tabby was walking slowly through the snow, exploring the territory while he had free time. He wasn't aware that he was close to the border until he heard voices, gaze swiveling from his paws to the small group of animals a few yards away. He hesitates for a moment, remembers the strangers that had turned up outside of the walls of Dema, remembers those animals turning up weeks later, walking the streets, eyes cloudly, throats smeared black. Clancy feels darkness start to settle at the edges of his vision, stuck between a memory and the present. He tries to settle down, amber eyes focusing on the lion standing at the border. He wasn't anywhere near his old slot, he was with his new clanmates, and there was somebody at the border. He could do this. He could be apart of the daily life of the clan.
When his fear is just a fading scar pink, Clancy makes his way to the group, seeing the faint sunburst orange of Atbash's voice fade into the air. The tom carefully avoids standing next to Nui, the memory of the molly offering up a mouse's frozen heart fresh in his mind. The girl made him nervous, though it was really only first impressions at the base of his fear. Her voice was cherry pink, a light shade that was like fear to him, but she seemed bright and welcoming here. He keeps his attention on Winterwolf, though, intrigued by the ice blue shade of his voice. He offers the lion a small smile, blinking out from under the hood of his jacket to see the stranger's face.
- "Hello, Winterwolf. Welcome to Snowbound. I'm Clancy."
He introduces himself after a moment, stopping himself from cringing at the shade of red his own voice was. It never mixed well with others. Not in Dema, with their grey's and black's, or the Banditos with their shades of yellow.
[align=center][font=arial][b][i]— INACTIVE CHARACTERS.
[hearteyes, clancy.]
[hearteyes, clancy.]