04-16-2018, 12:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2018, 01:55 AM by Suiteheart.)
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Bastillepaw. She committed that, too, to memory. At the name, a true smile did quirk up upon her lips. A ‘paw? She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she heard a Clan-name. It seemed this place was similar to a Clan after all. It set her at ease, but she refused to lower her guard completely. She didn’t want to get too attached, either. That was her weakness.
Suiteheart became attached to everyone she met very easily. Well, she used to. This was especially true for creatures like Bast. He reminded her of her son. Bast seemed like a good kid. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but wasn’t everyone? He, at least, presented her with hospitality. His words were kind but not overly sweet. It felt... normal. She felt like she could finally catch her breath.
She tried to push this aside. She needed to lay low. After traveling alone and only coming into contact with hostiles, she thought it would be easy. But the longer she chatted and the deeper she ventured into this new territory, the more difficult she would find it.
Despite wanting to be cold and uncaring, she had a soft heart. She needed the company of others. She needed a home. She couldn’t live on her own.
”It’s cool to know I’m not gonna be the odd one out. After hearing this place was called the Ascendants, I thought it would be different, ya know?” Different wasn’t bad. Different was often good. Maybe that would be true here, too.
Suite blinked her thanks to the male as he slowed his stride for her. This pace was better. She didn’t feel as pained. “No healer?” That was troubling. Back home, they had healers and damn good ones. She often attended healing classes, so she did know the bare essentials. She at least knew how to support her twisted paw and treat her wounds. “I’d appreciate it if you showed me some of it, yeah. I can pretty well fix myself up. The healers in my Clan taught me a few things, but not much. I’m good at the little stuff, but don’t count on me being able to save anyone’s life,” the girl replied, voice beginning to take on notes of humor. The emotion felt foreign, but she welcomed it.
She quieted down as she listened to him explain about this group. Starry, the excitable leader. She could’ve laughed, for he sounded just like her old leader... What had become of her? “He sounds like a card,” Suite meowed gently. She did arch an eyebrow at the pacifist statement.
She’d been fighting her whole life. Was this a break? Holy shit...
“No trouble’s good. Wish I could say I knew what this was like, but I’ve only ever dealt with Clans that fight beside each other or against each other,” Suiteheart explained. “The logistics of leading are difficult. Weird. It takes a special type to do it. Starry probably won’t ever stop trying to figure stuff out. I don’t think anyone ever stops.”
She continued listening as Bast explained that Starry didn’t know about Clans. That surprised her. Had he been living under a rock? Then again, maybe Clanlife wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Or maybe it just wasn’t popular in this region.
When Bastille said something about another joining, she wanted to be excited. She wanted to think it might possibly be someone she knew, but she didn’t follow that train of thought. “No windows is okay. And I like stars.” It had been a while since she stargazed last. Maybe it was now time to take up that pastime again.
Rad? Stealing? Hmm...” Suite didn’t say it, but if anyone touched the locket around her throat, she’d kill them. On the spot. Without batting an eye. She’d done it before, and she’d do it again.
Bastillepaw. She committed that, too, to memory. At the name, a true smile did quirk up upon her lips. A ‘paw? She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she heard a Clan-name. It seemed this place was similar to a Clan after all. It set her at ease, but she refused to lower her guard completely. She didn’t want to get too attached, either. That was her weakness.
Suiteheart became attached to everyone she met very easily. Well, she used to. This was especially true for creatures like Bast. He reminded her of her son. Bast seemed like a good kid. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but wasn’t everyone? He, at least, presented her with hospitality. His words were kind but not overly sweet. It felt... normal. She felt like she could finally catch her breath.
She tried to push this aside. She needed to lay low. After traveling alone and only coming into contact with hostiles, she thought it would be easy. But the longer she chatted and the deeper she ventured into this new territory, the more difficult she would find it.
Despite wanting to be cold and uncaring, she had a soft heart. She needed the company of others. She needed a home. She couldn’t live on her own.
”It’s cool to know I’m not gonna be the odd one out. After hearing this place was called the Ascendants, I thought it would be different, ya know?” Different wasn’t bad. Different was often good. Maybe that would be true here, too.
Suite blinked her thanks to the male as he slowed his stride for her. This pace was better. She didn’t feel as pained. “No healer?” That was troubling. Back home, they had healers and damn good ones. She often attended healing classes, so she did know the bare essentials. She at least knew how to support her twisted paw and treat her wounds. “I’d appreciate it if you showed me some of it, yeah. I can pretty well fix myself up. The healers in my Clan taught me a few things, but not much. I’m good at the little stuff, but don’t count on me being able to save anyone’s life,” the girl replied, voice beginning to take on notes of humor. The emotion felt foreign, but she welcomed it.
She quieted down as she listened to him explain about this group. Starry, the excitable leader. She could’ve laughed, for he sounded just like her old leader... What had become of her? “He sounds like a card,” Suite meowed gently. She did arch an eyebrow at the pacifist statement.
She’d been fighting her whole life. Was this a break? Holy shit...
“No trouble’s good. Wish I could say I knew what this was like, but I’ve only ever dealt with Clans that fight beside each other or against each other,” Suiteheart explained. “The logistics of leading are difficult. Weird. It takes a special type to do it. Starry probably won’t ever stop trying to figure stuff out. I don’t think anyone ever stops.”
She continued listening as Bast explained that Starry didn’t know about Clans. That surprised her. Had he been living under a rock? Then again, maybe Clanlife wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Or maybe it just wasn’t popular in this region.
When Bastille said something about another joining, she wanted to be excited. She wanted to think it might possibly be someone she knew, but she didn’t follow that train of thought. “No windows is okay. And I like stars.” It had been a while since she stargazed last. Maybe it was now time to take up that pastime again.
Rad? Stealing? Hmm...” Suite didn’t say it, but if anyone touched the locket around her throat, she’d kill them. On the spot. Without batting an eye. She’d done it before, and she’d do it again.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE