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big pogs boys

[rakue]

an outdated backstory oneshot for hana i never got around to finishing and probably never will but i want to save it after my File Purge

Spoiler:

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"][align=center]she'd trade her guns for love
but she's caught in the c r o s s f i r e

As a child, Hana never knew anything was wrong.

Chilled winter breezes led to warm smiles and hearty laughs from where they tucked away in their community home, a family of five making the most of the bitter weather as they passed the time conversing amongst themselves. Those present were the faces Hana knew all her life: her mother, father, aunt, cousin. Whenever she tried to bring up the whereabouts of her uncle they answered vaguely, avoidantly. Even at such a young age, Hana could put together the fact that she was likely never going to meet him: eventually, Hana stopped asking all together. When those fleeting moments of joy had passed, however, it was replaced with tired smiles and glassy eyes that passed silent exchanges from one adult to the other. At three months old, Hana was too young and naive to understand the implications of when her mother would sit and watch her play with the other children with a watery gaze. They never burdened her, they sheltered her from the harsh realities that prowled right outside of their home. Hana was full of smiles, nosey about the whereabouts of her friends, practicing her broken English with her cousin (who was only marginally better at the language). He'd grin widely when Hana used a new word, gently correcting her when she used it wrong. As she aged to five months, she quickly outpaced Hyun-woo in English, having developed a keen interest for the language: although he didn't keep up with her any longer, he was still just as encouraging, frequently asking to have basic conversations with him in English.

One day he never returned from one of his late night walks, or so she had been told they were. It was then that Hana learned what anguish was, when one of their group's elders had arrived early morning with soft taps on the door. So-hyun had taught her many things, including the expression of soul-consuming sorrow and the shrieking screams of denial. Her father had quickly hurried her away into the back room of the cabin as her mother rushed forward to console her grieving sister. Once more, Hana did not understand the implications. She had assumed that Hyun-woo had left in the night to pursue his father, leaving without a goodbye. She had assumed her aunt buckled inward on herself and collapsed onto the floor because she wouldn't see him for a long time. At first, Hana was angry: they loved him, they lived with him. Why had he left so suddenly? Why hadn't he said goodbye to his mother, to Hana, before disappearing into the night? Her anger dulled to a lingering resentment over the course of a couple days, decaying and transforming over the course of weeks. Igniting into hatred like a gas leak with a spark when So-hyun could no longer offer a smile when Hana approached her. She could not understand how somebody they cared so deeply about could leave them with such little regret. Soon her aunt began to leave at dusk and return late at night, and Hana began to worry that one day, she would not come back either.

Her childhood came to an abrupt end shortly after Hana had reached her sixth month of age. The snow had melted and given way to late spring, stars on a bright display in the clear night sky. The village was silent. Its inhabitants had called it a night, most having retired to cabin interiors while some lay outside, too large to comfortably fit inside the man made buildings. Soft shuffling in the night was nothing unusual when their group consisted of a handful of nocturnal members. The sound of long claws scraping against polished wood close to her window had stirred Hana from her light slumber, tossing on her side to face the soft glow of the moon filtering through the cloudy glass. It was probably their neighbor returning home late: her aunt should be home soon, or already home. Hana was too tired to recall whether or not the door had creaked open previously. The cabin next door exploded with commotion, loud thudding and screams breaking the serenity of the night and immediately causing Hana to push herself up. Her father Elias and aunt So-hyun were quick to their feet, rushing from of the room and out the front door. Her mother wrapped herself around Hana protectively, her recently met companion joining her on the aged mattress. They were only a few inches taller than a wolf now, encompassing both her and her mother easily. The fluorescent dragon released a long sigh, lifting his head toward the window as voices conversed sternly amongst themselves unintelligibly. When Hana finally fell back asleep hours later, her slumber was restless.

The next morning, it was revealed to Hana somebody was stolen from their homes. They could not lie that a bloody trail leading to the forest was somebody who had willingly departed. Hana was old enough to understand now. And she did understand. The young girl had spent the day hidden away in her home, idly scratching designes into the thick layer of dust that had gathered where Hyun-woo had once slept. Her mother tried to sympathize, her father tried to apologize. She did not want pity. There was no reason to apologize. Hana had grown to hate somebody she cared about so much, she had despised the actions of someone that had died where she had foolishly assumed otherwise. No "oh, honey" or "it'll be okay" was going to magically stop her resentment from turning inward. Her doctored smiles and curt words made interactions short lived, but it did not stop her parents from holding one sided conversations as they busied themselves around the house, leaving less and less as members of the village became more fearful of leaving. The only one she responded to in any way that was not a generic response was her aunt, simply because So-hyun was intolerant of her silence. "He was my son," she had pointed out. "But I did not neglect the rest of my family." And Hana could not argue. She could not bring herself to bother arguing. She knew she was in the wrong. But that didn't make it any easier.

Her aunt had told her of the increasing border security, of the wars waged against their neighbors, who had once been a powerful community that followed the ideal of survival of the fittest. Hana knew each group they lived around had a special ability: her own village had a spiritual second half, another creature that made them whole. Miso was Hana's extended self. So-hyun's had been the father of Hyun-woo: her mate, her companion, her everything. Their neighbors, they could tap into the ability to revert to their wild roots. To forget compassion. Mercy. So-hyun explained that their numbers became too great for themselves, that they ran out of prey. They were in the middle of a cluster of groups pridefully rootbound to their abilities and heritage. That they began to turn on other groups, hunting on their lands for prey. That the other groups became their prey. That the problem was in a slow decline, getting progressively worse as months went by and their territory grew more and more sparse of food. Her aunt mentioned efforts to secure the border were ongoing. Hana's head turned toward So-hyun as she spoke, eyes widening. The feline paused, watching her niece with curious trepidation.

She owed it to herself. To her parents, who had tried to hide such a reality from her for so long in hopes that their daughter would grow up without having to become involved in the brutal conflict. To Hyun-woo, who she had so wrongly accused of abandonment. Who died to keep her safe, met with only hatred and resentment in return. For the first time that day, Hana spoke. She had said four words, voice unwavering as she stared at So-hyun with a steely stare: "I want to join."

Her aunt's reaction was much different from what Hana had been expecting. She was expecting distaste, denial, to tell her that it was no place for her. Instead a small smile began to grow on the tortoiseshell's lips, a light sigh filtering through her nose. The silence that fell between the two was only a few seconds as So-hyun considered Hana's words, but the quiet could not be uncomfortable for the young girl. Hana searched her aunt's features for a more readable expression, growing uncomfortable under her studious green gaze. "... Ji-yoon will not be happy." So-hyun finally spoke hushedly, turning her gaze away to search the empty room for signs of her sister. Hana had no response, simply staring at her aunt instead. Hana knew her mother would not like the idea of her only child going to battle: her father wouldn't exactly approve of the decision, either. Hana was young. A child, as they liked to call her, much to her chagrin. They would dismiss her choice as a fairytale dream, a fantasy of revenge and retribution. Something she'd give up on only days into the project. But Hana was not about to swallow her pride, nor would she surrender her will. The child simply responded with a hard stare, unblinkingly watching the reaction of her aunt as it was the older female's turn to search for a more prominent reaction. So-hyun opened her maw to speak, but Hana quickly silenced her with a small ivory paw pressed against her aunt's lips. Hana knew it was going to be hard. She knew she'd have to swallow her fear, confront situations that would make her uncomfortable. But she was young. Her fears and anxieties were malleable: she had time to adapt to them, try to wring them out of her system. Right? Hana was banking a lot on the fact that she'd be able to control something she hardly even knew about. Her fears consisted of deep water, of jumpscares: never before did she have to worry for her life. For the lives of others. Hana did not fully grasp the weight of the situation, but she would not acknowledge that. She would persevere. She had to.

and she keeps waking up
but it's n o t to the sound of birds

A scuffle had broken out near the border, news reaching the village quickly as Hana and So-hyun were dispatched to deal with the skirmish that had quickly evolved into a bloody battle. The sun was hanging low behind the horizon, the moon slowly rising to take its place in the sky when the two set out atop Miso (who had now grown to rival the size of an Asian elephant). This was the first time Hana had been tasked with engaging in a true battle, a much more nerve wracking task than scaring off a lone animal that prowled the borders. The sound of battle reached them before they reached the event itself, usually serene evening air filled with angered shrieks and whines of agony. No amount of training could have ever prepared her for what she saw on the battlefield. Seven months of training were worthless the very moment the fledgling adult stepped into war.


mother- Ji-yoon (지윤)
father: Elias
aunt: So-hyun (서현)
cousin: Hyun-woo (현우)

[rakue]

LMAO THE NOTES I HAD for hana's kids
they were originally on ff but are considered npcs on bob unless picked up by their roleplayers again here :^)

Spoiler:

sin-hee 송  (신희) // lena
- golden (red?) tabby
- slender
- f r e c k l e s
- green eyes

hyeon-ju 송  (현주) // nadine
- lilac point
- smol at first, short hair
- more oriental features
- green eyes

hyeo-sonn 송 (혀선) // agnès
- seal point
- long hair!!
- lorge ears & angular face, willow legs
- bright blue eyes

jimin 송  (지민) // jiji
- solid white with red eye marks
-  vv poofy, foxlike
- small and dainty but POOF
- red eyes

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hey look another half-written post
i think this was for a religious character fleeing from his cult? i wouldn't mind picking him up again tbh
i really love my over the top writing in this ngl

Spoiler:

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BloodClan was certainly... different. Different did not mean "bad", nessecarily. But it was not better. It was close to a culture shock adapting to the different lifestyle, nevermind the sand that settled like cement within his lungs. They all answered to one Leader, a concept implanted in almost every group Anachronism knew of: they held themselves as powerful and strong. As in control, when they were just as weak and mortal as those that followed them. Barbara Fawkes was no different. But she had a lightheartedness to her that Anachronism had not seen before, if it could even be named such. ​He would not quite dub it lack of care, nor lack of responsibility- maybe it was lack of fear? BloodClan was considerably more barbaric than the inseparable clique Anachronism had been raised in. In contrast, it was also more emotional. Was it the rampant, unchecked emotions that led to such extremism? The deep-seated need, the primal desire, to outshine the competition in even the smallest of matters. This had been subverted in the cult: most everyone received the same rights. The same privileges. The same punishments. The silver pentagram felt heavy against his chest, the chain scraping against his skin with each thought of his former residence. It was no longer fitting to call it "home". That was to imply Anachronism had ever considered it a home. There was a saying passed between the overly optimistic and weak-willed that "home is where the heart is". Anachronism had a heart: one of flesh and blood, one susceptible to knives and daggers. His heart was something he guarded intensely, after it was nearly ripped still beating from his ribcage. Emotions were not tied to heart. Strengths and weaknesses could not be blamed on a tight bundle of muscles. Happiness was not tied to its rhythmic beating, nor could shortcomings be faulted on its gaping veins. Unsightly actions, alongside the buzz of jubilation, ran deeper than just flesh. Connected to the very essence of someone, ingrained in an eternal form. Held within the hands of a higher power, guiding their actions and correcting their missteps.

Anachronism could not hide behind his God forever. His holy actions were overshadowed by what had become genocide, blinded to the suffering of the selected martyrs by pride. Dutifully ignoring the fact he was little more than a pawn

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YOU HAVE CONQUERED CITIES AND TORCHED THE MIGHTY SEA
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ready to start the conquest of s p a c e s

[i] 1/8 sutsquad // moderator // hana & gale & mira & nathanael // wings out

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old profile info:

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susitna — moderator — wings out

currently playing: snowdrift by snail's house
contacts: psn & discord tag & battletag & pm me
agilities of the ascendants & nathanael of tbd & hana of snowbound

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hello! my name is susitna, formerly known as rakue. i'm an eighteen year old living in alaska. i work a fulltime closing shift, so pardon any delayed responses! i have seven pets- my dog james, my cat duchess, my rats space & nova, my budgies michael & jeremy, and my baby betta fish who doesn't have an official name so i just call her tiny fish. my favorite colour is yellow and in general my humor tends to be pretty gross. i've been roleplaying for over nine years, starting on feralfront when i was in nine years old, and oh boy has my writing improved over time. i usually write fandom-inspired characters or with some other direct inspiration, i'm pretty bad at 100% original oc's.

speaking of fandoms, i have quite a few!! as far as tv shows go i adore game of thrones and south park. i have a hard time devoting myself to a show because my short attention span, but i could binge-watch those two near endlessly - and sometimes i do just to kill time. i game a lot on the ps4 playing overwatch, of which im a support main because my aim is basically nonexistent. im a diehard los angeles valiant fan in the overwatch league, those boys are sO important to me. i've always been a sony fangirl, my top three games being shadow of the colossus, journey, and silent hill 2 - all playstation exclusives. feel free to join me anytime on fortnite or overwatch! i play a lot with andy, he's a pretty cool guy. just be warned my friends can crack pretty insensitive jokes and make unusual comments.

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H  I  D  E, I HAVE [i]BURNED YOUR BRIDGES[/i]

i will be a g u n and it's you i'll come for

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