09-13-2018, 09:14 AM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Hazel hardly recalled the entire situation as it was; at the time of Roy’s murder, her misery had only doubled, her mind already tearing itself to pieces with Margy and Suite’s death. Her comprehension had hardly expanded past the copper taste that soaked her senses, much less go as far to seek the source of the problem. Buckingham showing up on the border was out of place and completely unexpected — Hazel had yet to make the connection between where seemingly half of the Ascendants had disappeared to after Roy’s death.
Slipping up to the border on the other side of Harland, Hazel swept a tired golden gaze over the small crowd. Moon, Harland, Oni, Thea...and two people from Sunhaven, whom she didn’t recognize. She recalled the clan, though — merchants, yes? A blind feline had showed up on the border by the name of Jericho...or Jeri-something. Briefly she wondered what sort of thunderstorm brewed between them and the irritated Sunhaveners, but her attention was sidelined by Oni and Thea.
Tail twitching with annoyance, the cocoa feline sighed, short and pointed as she fixed a look at the two. She wasn’t in the mood for border skirmishes before Bastille was here to resolve them. “If you two want to misbehave while we’re dealing with something that requires adult maturity, you can go back to the observatory.” She quipped, frowning. “If not, then I suggest you hold your tongue.” It was amusing — both held higher ranks in the clan than she did, but she felt no problem with tugging strings. Her misery was sliding quickly into frustration and anger: a cliff that crumbled too quickly. She didn’t want to take out on her clan mates, but with Oni and Thea specifically...like flint and stone, those two.
Sitting back on her haunches rather heavily, Hazel watched the irritation flare in Bucky’s aura. “Sorry for the delay,” She apologized.
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Slipping up to the border on the other side of Harland, Hazel swept a tired golden gaze over the small crowd. Moon, Harland, Oni, Thea...and two people from Sunhaven, whom she didn’t recognize. She recalled the clan, though — merchants, yes? A blind feline had showed up on the border by the name of Jericho...or Jeri-something. Briefly she wondered what sort of thunderstorm brewed between them and the irritated Sunhaveners, but her attention was sidelined by Oni and Thea.
Tail twitching with annoyance, the cocoa feline sighed, short and pointed as she fixed a look at the two. She wasn’t in the mood for border skirmishes before Bastille was here to resolve them. “If you two want to misbehave while we’re dealing with something that requires adult maturity, you can go back to the observatory.” She quipped, frowning. “If not, then I suggest you hold your tongue.” It was amusing — both held higher ranks in the clan than she did, but she felt no problem with tugging strings. Her misery was sliding quickly into frustration and anger: a cliff that crumbled too quickly. She didn’t want to take out on her clan mates, but with Oni and Thea specifically...like flint and stone, those two.
Sitting back on her haunches rather heavily, Hazel watched the irritation flare in Bucky’s aura. “Sorry for the delay,” She apologized.
(Mobile)
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better