★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel was sure she’d met most of the people in The Ascendants by now, but people kept proving her wrong. She didn’t mind; the range of personalities here varied so much more than those of her old clan. And truthfully, there weren’t even that many - just a tight-knit ground of animals looking for a little shelter and safety in numbers.
The girl’s ears pricked up as someone called out from what sounded like the middle of the observatory. He sounded unfamiliar, but kind. And while Hazel’s heart said to stay in her room - she was almost finished! - her mind and body silently chided her that it was rude to ignore newcomers.
So she went, albeit rather reluctantly at first, moving past the sleeping form of Arion against a clear space of wall and sweeping her tail across his muzzle to wake him up. Hazel shooed him out of her room, waiting until the colt had tottered onto his gangly legs to push him out the open doorway. His hooves were loud against the observatory floor; a sort of hollow metal clop.
With Arion out of her room, Hazel made her way to the center of the domed building, already finding a small group of clanners there. It was split half and half: she knew Mirabella and Angry Boy, but was unfamiliar with the oddly colored tigress and the scarred male sitting at the center of attention. And admittedly, she chose a seat as far as she could politely manage from the tigress, for until she knew more about her character, the power wafting off the large feline was more than enough to set Hazel on cautious edge.
Curling her tail over her paws so the tip barely flicked the bandana tied around her foreleg, Hazel offered a smile to Maes. “Hi,” She greeted. “I’m Hazel.” She paused for a moment, lip slipping between her teeth in a nervous habit as she glanced over her shoulder for a fraction of a moment. “And you might see a colt running around. His name is Arion, and he’s a doof, so feel free to wave your arms and scare him off if - if, y’know, he comes too close for comfort. He startles easily,” She offered sheepishly.
The girl’s ears pricked up as someone called out from what sounded like the middle of the observatory. He sounded unfamiliar, but kind. And while Hazel’s heart said to stay in her room - she was almost finished! - her mind and body silently chided her that it was rude to ignore newcomers.
So she went, albeit rather reluctantly at first, moving past the sleeping form of Arion against a clear space of wall and sweeping her tail across his muzzle to wake him up. Hazel shooed him out of her room, waiting until the colt had tottered onto his gangly legs to push him out the open doorway. His hooves were loud against the observatory floor; a sort of hollow metal clop.
With Arion out of her room, Hazel made her way to the center of the domed building, already finding a small group of clanners there. It was split half and half: she knew Mirabella and Angry Boy, but was unfamiliar with the oddly colored tigress and the scarred male sitting at the center of attention. And admittedly, she chose a seat as far as she could politely manage from the tigress, for until she knew more about her character, the power wafting off the large feline was more than enough to set Hazel on cautious edge.
Curling her tail over her paws so the tip barely flicked the bandana tied around her foreleg, Hazel offered a smile to Maes. “Hi,” She greeted. “I’m Hazel.” She paused for a moment, lip slipping between her teeth in a nervous habit as she glanced over her shoulder for a fraction of a moment. “And you might see a colt running around. His name is Arion, and he’s a doof, so feel free to wave your arms and scare him off if - if, y’know, he comes too close for comfort. He startles easily,” She offered sheepishly.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better