GO FORTH SLOWLY / STORAGE

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— Large, worn bear tooth on a leather cord worn around his neck.
— A short row of diamond and silver studs in his upper left ear.
— Not an accessory but he has the outline of a heart in the markings of his right hip.

editing almost a month later because it's his right hip, not his left

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]The recording starts with another ragged sigh, weary and empty. "I'll keep this short. D, if you're hearing this... you were right." A few seconds of tense silence are filled only by the clicking of the tape, then the light tap of fingers on wood. "And thank you. Just in case. This is — this is Ave signing off. I'll be home soon."

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｢ IF WE HIT ON TROUBLED WATER ｣

i'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

[div style="font-size:6.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"]AND WE'LL BE CARRYING EACH OTHER UNTIL WE SAY GOODBYE ON OUR DYING DAY
[ INFO  |  PINTEREST  |  CURRENT CHARACTERS  |  SONG  |  FEELING PRETTY TIRED ]

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]I found that song for Marauder @ Percy and now I'm dying so I'm going to save it here. Since I enjoy suffering with those wonderful "my son is the most important thing in the world" feelings. Safe Inside by James Arthur.

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]"Do you just have to do the opposite of what I want?"
"All you wanted a week ago was for me to leave you alone."
"I didn't — I didn't mean to get mad at you. I'm sorry."
"Please just go away."
"I don't exist just the way you want me to."

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a short walk through tyds life; moved from bb:

TW: Violence, murder, transphobia, misgendering, child abuse, slavery, starvation, more murder. Stockholm syndrome, self-hate / low self esteem. I may have missed some so please just be careful reading through this.

I. You're five years old with long blond hair and your parents keep calling you pretty and telling you to do a little bit more. The jobs are small but then they're big — scrubbing the pans, reaching the top of the closet. Your mom puts bows in your hair and you tear them out. Your dad gets mad at you later.

II. You tell them you're a boy and there are bruises on your wrists after that; you've shouted yourself hoarse. You're ten years old and you don't know what's wrong with you, but you start getting angry and so do they. Everyone is angry, there are always more bruises. You put your anger into scrubbing the kitchen counters until you wear through the finish.

III. It's been a few years and the fight has died down. You keep your hair tied up off of your neck and spend your nights repeating what you said all those years ago: I'm a boy I'm a boy I'm a boy. The news talks about the end of the world and how it's reaching this area, finally. You're not rich but you're lucky, because the power doesn't die until you're twelve. The lights flicker and the fan turns off. The rest of the summer is hell.

IV. You're fourteen when you finally snap. There's blood all over your hands and the kitchen knife and the bag you'd packed in a panic just moments before. A hand hard around your wrist had ended up being the final straw; you hadn't expected it to be so messy. You're shaking when you wash your hands off in the rainwater that pours down the streets on the way to the sewers. You cut off your hair with a bloody kitchen knife.

V. They meet you in the hayloft and toss you an apple. They grin with crooked teeth, looking deranged and wild with dirty faces and tangled hair. You're sorta like Wendy, but you're not a girl. You're not a girl, and you're not anyone's mother. Still, you make them wash their hair and they teach you how to cook a lot of different things with apples. The orchard is nice and you forget about the kitchen knife in your backpack.

VI. He kisses you in the haystack a few years later and you're confused and warm all over — the hay bites into your skin and it ends up in your hair. Nothing feels the way you thought it would. That, after all, is the way of the world. But he keeps kissing you. You're not sure if you'll ever learn.

VII. Nothing ever ends right, and that, you learned. You spent a few years with campfires and their arms around your shoulders, their songs in the air. The laughter was warm and fearless. Contagious. It ended all too soon, with bullets and blood and bones. Bones. You met him with blood on your face and on his hands, with bullets in your friends' heads and the long, deep punctures of his gauntlet in their chests. A few of them, still breathing, are dragged off. You don't ask where. You bared your teeth and he had this way of laughing about it. That night ends with a collar.

VIII. You starve for a almost a week, and he seems more than content to let you. When you're hungry enough to behave, he keeps himself cruel. Just for a while. You learn what pain is, but you also learn real gratitude. You're grateful. You listen to him. You bite back sometimes, just to feel the harshness of his touch or the spikes he drives home with his words, but soon enough you learn that he can twist you any way he wants. Eventually, all it takes is a certain tone and you're shivering, trying not to curl yourself into him and ask for forgiveness and mean it.

IX. For a while, you feel normal. Content. Though you had always wanted more, searched for more, your dreams were no longer about escape. You were safe like this, and with trust came some measure of freedom. People whispered. You are a toy, a plaything, something that would eventually be thrown away. But days dragged on and on and you stayed. The whispers became suspicious things.

X. Someone that smells like dirt and alcohol and rotting meat puts his hands on your waist and he wasn't alive much longer. You find the possessiveness comforting. You hate yourself for that. You hate that your throat goes dry when he looks at you.

XI. You hate yourself; you're not sure when you'll stop or how long it's been. You don't remember how old you are anymore.

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[align=center]Above art by Alex (#110681) on Lioden

OVERVIEW | STEPPED IN SMOOTH
&. Orpheus. Nicknames TBA. | Transgender Male; He.
&. Around three years old. | Birthday and zodiac sign?
x ♡  Trim, athletic sunset lion with dawn-colored eyes.
x ♡  Playful, flirtatious. Charismatic, kind. Manipulative.
&. Member: The Ascendants | Titles Include: Promised.

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PERSONALITY | BUT I TRIPPED ON THE DOOR; TRIED TO CATCH YOUR EYE
&. There are two words that could drag all of Orpheus's secrets to the surface: "trust", and "issues". Although the lion may seem charming and amiable — his open, brazenly flirtatious nature can be both addicting and deceiving — you would be surprising just how many deft twists he takes to ensure that nobody gets close to him. If you pay close enough attention, you'll find that although it's easy to open up to someone who listens so attentively and sympathetically, he never quite seems to return the favor. Mostly, that's because Orpheus knows that his baggage is a little too heavy for most people. His inner turmoil rarely makes itself known, but when it does, it tends to be in sharp outbursts that leave him curled into a ball. Even though he wants nothing more than someone he can talk to all through the night with, he resorts to his flirtatiousness and coy nature to keep exactly that from coming to him. His intelligence, honesty, and overall sweetness are all held close to his chest and locked up tight — maybe it's for a reason.

APPEARANCE | BUT I'M NOT SO SURE IF I DID OR NOT; I'VE GOT TO DOWN THIS DRINK
&. Orpheus is the sort of creature that is best seen at only a few times of day. During the night, most of his pelt seems to vanish into the dark. You'll see the large patches of white that bleed up from his paws to his stomach, up his throat and jaw, each piece becoming a bright white splatter, but the rest of it is too easily obscured. The true pink and red hues are only visible in broad daylight, and most beautiful at dawn. The early morning sky seems to be reflected on Orpheus's body, a soft, berry-like red color at his back that shifts to a gentle plum and finally to a pale, pale rose. The colors are broken up only by the smatterings of white and long, jagged ebony stripes which leave his short, barely-grown mane beautifully lined between red and black. His eyes are the color of the dawn, with blue and orange hues. Overall, he looks like any bits and pieces of the day you could imagine.
↳ REFERENCE — IF/WHEN I HAVE MORE ART IT GOES HERE

INTERACTION | I'VE GOT SO I CAN GO TO THE BAR
&. [ 7/10 ] physical difficulty  /  [ 8/10 ] psychological difficulty  /  [ 7/10 ] short-term recovery
↳ Fights dirty and still won't back down, even if he's at an extreme disadvantage. Aggressive.
&. Attack in bold #901419 or similar | [member=3063]ORPHEUS[/member] for quick responses | PM for any major plots
&. Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but might not be reacted to very well.

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[div style="font-size:15.6pt;line-height:.9;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.5px"]｢ MICHAEL YOU WOULD FALL ｣

and turn the white snow [color=#901419]red

AS STRAWBERRIES IN THE SUMMERTIME | INFO; PINTEREST

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｢ MICHAEL YOU WOULD FALL ｣

and turn the white snow [color=#77322D]red

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[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]ORPHEUS & DISNEY SONGS
when you wish upon a star
a dream is a wish your heart makes
almost there
why should i worry
you've got a friend in me
on my way
everybody wants to be a cat
the bare necessities
i'm still here