HELLO MOMMY // visiting

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ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ

Honestly, she didn't know how she got here. She just knew the one thing that drove her on. Past the boundaries of the Typhoon, down this terrible journey and into the borders of the Coalition. Rage. Fury accompanied her along every step, taking the form of a name muttered over and over again from parched and split lips. She ran out of food a long time ago, dehydrated herself too much. DIdn't sleep enough. She didn't think she needed it, but it was when black spots started dancing inside of her eyelids she felt the briefest flicker of panic, but it was quenched down by her friend.
She wasn't sure where she was headed anymore, she just knew it was hot-very hot here. She couldn't see straight, there were two rocks on the ground but when she touched it she only felt one. She growled and forced herself to carry on, her paws heavy, caked with blood, dirt. Something poured into her eyes, whether it was sweat or tears a mixture of both she didn't know. She knew she was tired, and now she was beginning to lose control over her body, bit by bit.
Her head began to sag, lids halfway covering now-dull optics, unable to find the strength to continue. She was just surrounded by noise, and unfamiliar smells. Okay, so? Not like she could find it in her to care anymore. She managed to stumble a bit more forwards in a random direction then her body gave up, collapsing her hind legs, then front paws. It was slightly dark around her, and her fur began switching colors, giving her already skeletal figure a scarecrow pelt. The last thing she saw was the hollowed curve of her ribs before fury forced one more word from her dry mouth.
"Aphra."





ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!

@aphra


"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

If Aphra could hear Inferno's thoughts regarding how hot it was here at the Coalition, the she-cat would have snorted. But of course, she had a lighter-colored pelt than her daughter, so of course she wouldn't feel as awful in the heat as Inferno did. But alas, Aphra was not a mind-reader, nor was she particularly looking for Inferno specifically.

Which was why it was a bit of a shock to see her daughter passed out in the Coalition's territory. Rolling her eyes, Aphra approached Inferno and tried to give her a small prod with a paw. "Get up, Inferno." Her words were harsh as she spoke, her tone clear that she didn't seem to notice or care about how Inferno looked right now. "What are you doing here?" Perhaps if she had just been a little earlier, she could've heard Inferno mumble her name, but she hadn't been around in time to hear that.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[SirDio]

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

The wyvern lumbered forward, injured shoulder hosting a smaller wound with his form. Three long slashes lined the right side of his face, eye sockets empty. His remaining eyes observed the two, tilting his head. [color=#5d47b8]"Is this your kid? Whatever is a small thing doing here?" His voice, soft and airy, almost held a hint of worry. Yeah, he may have bullied a kid but that kid turned into some dinosaur and he wanted to work stealthily so he couldn't choose his wyvern form. That kid wasn't afraid to hurt him. This one was barely alive.

— Reggan

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"Unfortunately." Aphra answered Brutei's first question with a mumble, mostly to herself. Her ears flicked upon detecting the worry in his tone, and there was a twinge of annoyance she felt towards her clanmate for seemingly caring about the child. Inferno was apart of The Typhoon, they were one of the Coalition's biggest enemies at the moment, so why should he care? "Hell if I know." Aphra answered the next question louder this time, looking up and over at Brutei with uninterest.

"We can't take her into camp, I'm assuming. So what are we supposed to do?" Aphra asked her own question next, a huff escaping her - as if she was trying to hint that she didn't want anything to do with the kitten collapsed in their territory. I'm all for leaving her here to die. The she-cat added silently, waiting for a response from Brutei - or Inferno, she supposed, if she came back to consciousness.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[rhosmari]

"Something stinks of the Typhoon." Her voice upon her entrance was not musically inclined. Instead it was cold and unyielding. Filled with malice and hatred that burned. She held nothing fond of the Typhoon, probably never would. They had unwound what the Coalition had done and she hated them for it. They had taken her father away from them and they felt no sympathy for it. They were just as bad as themselves. Willing to tear families apart to save themselves. What the Coalition had done she saw nothing wrong with. The group was saving themselves, saving their children and their families. But she supposed it would always be an eye for an eye. Death over and over again. What fun. The lioness walked forth with her tail swaying back and forth, careful and calculative stare almost unnerving as she focused on the collapsed form upon her territory. As if she wanted it here. Her claws flexed slowly for a moment before she sneered, wanting to tear them down the Typhoon members flesh.

Create a lasting reminder of who she was. Who she had been. "Get it out of here. Throw it in the ocean or escort it back to the hell it came from. I don't care what you do but I want it out of my sight." The Kingpin suddenly snapped as she whipped around and way from the child. There was no sympathy. She played with kids and tore into them. She would have none here.

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ɪᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ | ɪᴄ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ

She was still half outofitbut the first words to reach her ears were that of mother dearest. She really didn' think she could move but took a breath, nearly gagging at the stench that assaulted her nostrils. She heard more voices, one of concern,then a new one, aggressive and harsh. Directed at her, icy cold. That was enough to cause her to open an eye, the colors shifting to match her fear. It seemed she had made a mistake coming here, oh well. Let them kill her, nothing she could do anyways.
"Then kill me already. You obviously don'T  want me here, and I don'T think I can make it back." She managed a rasp, hating the weakness that leaked through her  voice.





ᴏᴄ ᴛᴇxᴛ!




"ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ"

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Well, then. That was quite the appearance from Sojourn, Aphra watching the leader come and go for a moment before looking back down at Inferno as the kitten started to move slightly. Ugh, so she is alive. And as much as she wanted to kill Inferno, Aphra had the idea that Brutei wouldn't be so... enthusiastic about that idea.

"No." Aphra stated with a groan. "Come on, I'll take you back to The Typhoon." Not that she really wanted to, but fuck it, she guessed.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[SirDio]

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

Brutei bit back a hiss toward Sojourn, rather staring down Aphra with a fierce anger. He was a demon, one of the Coalition. This kid was near dead, a child. Even he had a heart at times. Enemy or not, a dying child was a dying child and anyone who dared ignore it was a worm under the ground beneath Brutei's feet. [color=#5d47b8]"Take care of her until she is up to par, then take her back. She's just a child, she's done nothing to hurt us." He hushed, too quiet for many to hear as he gave Inferno a sympathetic look. Just a child. He didn't see her as a Typhooner, just a child.

— Reggan

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Unfortunately, Aphra couldn't agree with Brutei's thoughts (not that she heard them, anyway). The mother didn't hear what Brutei said, but she did catch the sympathetic look he gave Inferno. "She'll be fine. I'll make sure she gets better before I take her home, okay?" Her words came in an aggravated tone, as if she was frustrated that Brutei even cared for Inferno. With that, Aphra leaned forward to try and grab Inferno by the scruff. If successful, the she-cat would start to walk away, towards the direction of The Typhoon.

//out unless someone stops her![glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[Romulus]

Oh fun! A wonderful reunion on the border, ruined by his sister. Thankfully, Romulus agreed with her choice and shot her a nod of approval upon his arrival. Seeing that the situation had been handled, he merely offered a huff and a subtle lash of his tail. The Typhoon wouldn't be welcome here: child or adult.