08-05-2019, 03:59 PM
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Starlight's footsteps are soft on well worn and wet earth as he slowly trudges onward toward the island in the distance. His eyes have a faint and almost distressed glow to him, as if his spirit was yelling out for help through his pearly white and grey gaze. He continues on only because, quite frankly, he has nowhere else to go. His mind prior to the last hour seems like a newly washed set of laundry, with no signs of the scuffs of history that seem to come from living. The only thing that resides in his brain and on his tongue is his name – Starlightbrigade. the name is like a tether, yanking him forward on slim and fluffy legs towards the glistening light of the island in front of him. He wonders vaguely if anyone actually lives on this island, or if he is ultimately being guided to nothing but his death. He supposes nothing would really be lost if he died. After all, in this state he seems to be nothing more than an elaborate vessel, like the prettiest vase being used to store your grandmother's ashes. Ultimately, he's nothing but a blank slate, and if he's just wiped out, there's nothing to mourn over. You can't mourn over someone who doesn't exist yet.
The oddly colored maine coon is forced to stop contemplating his own existence when he finally comes to the edge of the land bridge, a pungent and new smell curling around his face and assaulting his nose. Waves are lapping weakly at the sandy shore, similarly to the ones that roll steadily off of his back, reflecting the light off of him and dripping down into nothingness before they reach the ground, like one of those everlasting water fountains. He blinks in quiet thought at the waves before stepping into them, curious as to whether or not his colors would fade from his body, torn away by the waves like paint. When he remains his strange blue and purple gradient color, he wrinkles his nose at the failed experiment before stepping back out and flicking his paws to dispose of the moisture. He seems to carry no real worry about the group that resides here seeing or attacking him, his thoughts focused entirely on the matter of the water at hand.
He was finally startled out of his pouting by a strong gust of wind that made the tall jungle trees around him sway almost violently, and the sound of steps reaching his ears. He tried to look around for this new intrusion, but whoever had been approaching him seemed to who have paused, evidently stunned by his unusual appearance. From the lilac goat horns on his head, to the blue and purple gradient that made up his fur, to the water aesthetic pelt that made him look like a constantly shifting sky full of stars. Despite the fact that he felt no shame in his strange appearance, he could imagine that it would probably be stunning or even upsetting to a lesser creature. The maine coon sat there in the sand for a moment before finally opening his muzzle, meowing in a soft and raspy tone that held no warmth but also no hostility, "Is someone there...?"
The oddly colored maine coon is forced to stop contemplating his own existence when he finally comes to the edge of the land bridge, a pungent and new smell curling around his face and assaulting his nose. Waves are lapping weakly at the sandy shore, similarly to the ones that roll steadily off of his back, reflecting the light off of him and dripping down into nothingness before they reach the ground, like one of those everlasting water fountains. He blinks in quiet thought at the waves before stepping into them, curious as to whether or not his colors would fade from his body, torn away by the waves like paint. When he remains his strange blue and purple gradient color, he wrinkles his nose at the failed experiment before stepping back out and flicking his paws to dispose of the moisture. He seems to carry no real worry about the group that resides here seeing or attacking him, his thoughts focused entirely on the matter of the water at hand.
He was finally startled out of his pouting by a strong gust of wind that made the tall jungle trees around him sway almost violently, and the sound of steps reaching his ears. He tried to look around for this new intrusion, but whoever had been approaching him seemed to who have paused, evidently stunned by his unusual appearance. From the lilac goat horns on his head, to the blue and purple gradient that made up his fur, to the water aesthetic pelt that made him look like a constantly shifting sky full of stars. Despite the fact that he felt no shame in his strange appearance, he could imagine that it would probably be stunning or even upsetting to a lesser creature. The maine coon sat there in the sand for a moment before finally opening his muzzle, meowing in a soft and raspy tone that held no warmth but also no hostility, "Is someone there...?"
[b]TAGS • STARLIGHTBRIGADE OF THE TYPHOON
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