But such a tide as moving seems asleep || return

[Simon F.M.]

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i'd do anything for you
but would you do that for me, too?

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DIYA F.M.

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3 & 1/2 YEARS

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TYPHOON

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WERE-VAMPIRE

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The sound of a body quickly splashing through water fills the area near the railroad gate as Diya, after so long, makes her return. Massive white paws push through the water, the polar bear's form finally reaching the land. As it trudged onto the beach, the deep footprints it left in the began to shrink, becoming smaller and more feline shaped. By the time she reached the beach, she was happily in her feline form, giving herself a shake and sending fur and water flying.

There was a joy about the feline, in the way she held herself. Where before she had been slouched, as if the world rested on her shoulders, she now stood tall, head held high. A grin covered her face, once dull eyes now bright, as if lit by a fire. The ever-lengthening fangs those of the typhoon would have always known were long gone, replaced with teeth that were just a tad sharper than need be.

The feline sat with a thump, unsure if she would need to be reaccepted, though technically she never had. She'd been a visitor before, unsure of her place in the world. But now? Now she knew that she wanted to make the Typhoon her home. She felt like she had family here, in the people she had met, those who had welcomed her into their homes. She decided to stay put, treating it like a proper joining. For the symbolism, you know?

She patted her paw on the ground, deep in thought as she wondered what to do while she waited for someone to approach. With a glance at her paws, she realized they were tinged a faint pink and huffed, bringing them up to her maw to clean while she waited. She had the thought to also rub at her chin, which also sported a faint tinge of pink. By the time she was finished, it was all rubbed away and her fur had completely returned to its pristine white state.

She glanced around, wondering where everyone was, when she remembered the bell system. She walked over, struck it once with a look of disdain to the basket of snakes, and strode back to her former sitting place. She sat back down, lounging as she waited. She would build little hills of sand before striking them with a paw and rebuilding. She hoped that someone who was familiar would hear, maybe Goldie or Trygve. Maybe even Pop Rox or Little Lu. She longed to see those she had come to know, longed for the familiar banter and friendly air that filled the beaches.

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BUBBLEGUM:

GENERAL INFO *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
— diya folie-mikaelson
— 3 & 1/2 years
— the typhoon
— crewmate
— trans, mtf, she/her
— amorphous, domestic feline and polarbear

APPEARANCE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
—  she has a yellow and blue bead necklace with a heart-shaped pendant that says Diya, along with her three piercings on her right ear.
— scars cover the snowy feline, as well a bite mark on one hind leg.
— her polar bear form keeps her scars and jewelry.
— reference sheet