sing me sweetly songs of hope } joiner/intro/“return”

[Fright]

CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS

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It wasn’t until one day when you wake up with a knife in your chest that you realize something isn’t working.

He’d awoken from a troubled sleep at 5 the morning of his stabbing. It was early, too early for the likes of him to be up, but his mind was wandering again. Pretty soon he’d be restless. So he’d swung himself off the old couch that wasn’t his and made himself presentable in a broken mirror moments before he walked out into the soft light of the dawn with a glistening candy held tightly between his teeth.

He hadn’t gone home last night. He would always stay with a friend when he was bruised, bloody, hurt, or the guilt was too heavy and twisting in his stomach to face the sights and smells of his own modest home. He organized crime, stole, fought, and cried (but never killed) all over the town and it was about time someone caught on and really done something about his antics.

He’d waited until half an hour past sunrise while the town was still opening its eyes and coming to life from the cold, frosty, stillness of the night before. Then he headed to the local store. Not to buy anything or to steal, no, he wanted to speak to Dennis, the owner and an unlikely friend. Boundaries were not in the fox’s vocabulary and he was always asking things he shouldn’t, like how Fright’s non-existent relationship was going or who had the prettiest head on their shoulders around town or personal problems. Honestly, Dennis got on his last nerve but he was a good co-worker and part of the unofficial ‘gang’ of his.

He’d just stepped past the entrance way of the general store when it happened. One moment, nothing. The next moment, a pain shot through his chest like wildfire. He’d fallen on the ground in shock, barely able to catch just a glimpse of his attacker—brown fur, super quick movements, large felid features, and no care for what just happened. He thought his fleeing attacker was maybe a cougar...or a lioness before the shop owner ripped him from his already dizzying thoughts with shouting and causing a huge, stupid scene.

Afterwards had been a mess, too. ”I always thought you caused too much trouble around here. Heck, you’re lucky to be alive! Now get out while you still can. Leave town, stay in the down low, get away from danger. I bet you won’t be followed, I bet nobody will know you’ve left until you’re a thousand miles away. As your friend, I think its for the best.” Those are the words Dennis had spoke to him the night he left town. He didn’t have a choice in the matter. Someone was after him. He had to get away. The town would be reduced to shambles if he stayed and battled with the assassins, whoever they were. He left everything behind just 36 hours after the assassination attempt that almost claimed his bleeding heart and trekked into wilderness with a hole in the side of his chest, just to the left of the spike-blade that poked from the midst of his chest, patched illy with bandages.

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The perfectly pale servaline boy now sat at the borders of the Rosebloods. He’d been here in his past. His mother, Jiyu, was here and he had lived in the Rosebloods when his memories of his past lives were still lost and the body he possessed was still a mere child. He’d been grateful then but he felt the sickness of embarrassment at having come back now. But where else to go? He had to hope they’d take him in and maybe even offer some sort of protection from whatever the hell was happening to him. He didn’t think he’d been follow here so that was the first good sign.

Frightfur Seraphim sighed as he twirled a green apple sucker around in his mouth, a sweet smile beginning to form on his candy-coated lips. He’d better speak now. He didn’t want to be found first by a patrol—that’d just be awkward. Hey, and maybe Jiyu was still alive and around. He sure hoped so and maybe it may not be soo bad.

He wished he could hide his rather fresh chest wound, but the partially bloodied bandages were too obvious and he eternally winced in pain due to not resting on it since the incident. Shrugging and telling himself to not worry so much, the feminine serval called out in his signature western drawl,”Howdy! Err, Rosebloods, if anyone can hear me, my name is Frightfur Seraphim. I’ve got a proposition for y’all.”

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[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

She was always alert even if she wasn't a guard anymore, with the life she had lived it was impossible for her to ever truly completely relax or change. The two foot tall calico was wandering the rain forest again, teleporting over any water sources that got in her way. Drawn in by her natural instinct to keep the group safe, not realizing something she should have noted from the beginning as she drew towards a presence on the border. Large paws made no noise as the long haired feline strolled through the foliage, pale and crystal clear through the greenery since most of her pelt was white. Mismatched optics blinked slowly as if she couldn't care less about what she was seeing, gaze entirely empty as she neared. Of course, she had always been like this, the walking dead with no outwardly visible emotions, but her actions with those who managed to be close, more than proved that she cared in someway. Even without the calico ever saying a word, there had been many in the past, long gone now to her knowledge, who knew that she cared for them as best she was capable of, having all emotion traumatized and trained out of her as it was.

Jiyu never noticed anything amiss, until the creature spoke his name, but it was too late she'd already revealed herself, no running would save him now. She didn't have to introduce herself, nothing of that sort was required, she already knew all of it. The adviser already knew so many things, like how he inherited her sweet tooth and everything else a mother should know about her child. "What is your proposition." she was always somewhat distant, never overly affectionate, but it was odd that she took a step backwards when continuing the conversation. Even if she was not the most emotional, Jiyu had always been dotting to a degree making sure all the basic needs were met, not backing off from her responsibility. However, she had just stepped back away from the other feline because her child was better off without any of her influence, she was the worst example possible for those she bore. Only it had taken one of her lion children murdering prestige months ago, for her to realize how horrible she was for her children.

He was hurt, Fight needed to lay down somewhere now, this was ridiculous but she couldn't get close much less touch him. Blood and death clung to her in the form of scent, always had, while he smelled of sugar and cotton candy. Even with the occasional addition of blood from some injury he had sustained? Fright was so pure compared to her, an innocent child whom she could accidently corrupt and twist without even being aware of it, but only if she allowed herself to! She needed to take him home and lay him down with a warm blanket until she could find some healer for him, but she couldn't touch him, she just couldn't. If she let herself touch him? She would unavoidably let him back into her heart, and he would soak up her darkness, become a monster just like her, Jiyu couldn't let that happen to him. How could she bring them into this world only to destroy their best chances? She couldn't do it.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The male lion was the next to approach the scene, his eyes settling on the serval before him.  Sephiroth was incredibly willing to hear about this animals' proposition, his blue green eyes studious and bright with intelligence.  He was thoughtful and patient enough to hear out Frightfur on what they had to say.

The lion's eyes would flicker to Jiyu as he gauged her reaction.  Hm.  He didn't probe because of past experiences, but the male did take notice of her behavior.  Sephiroth himself had no experience on the matter so he wasn't exactly one to council his advisor on what she was going through, so he held his tongue for once on the matter.  He would look back to Frightfur instead.  "I am also interested."

(ack lazy short and rushed post)

#psychosocial.

[Fright]

CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS

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The candy sucker fell from Frightfur’s mouth and dashed itself into the earth as the calico Advisor appeared from the foliage. The little serval’s pupils shrunk to pin pricks and back again. His mouth suddenly felt dry.

”Mo—m?” he coughed the word and his mind went reeling.

He had so much to tell her. He’d found out too much about himself since they’d last looked at each other. He really didn’t think he’d ever be back here again. How could he explain he had memories from lives he felt were his at some earlier time? How he was a soul recycled from the past to be born again…in present time to her, to be her child.

He winced (this time not from the angry injury to his chest) when Jiyu stepped back. Was she afraid? Did she not wish to see him again? What was wrong? ”Mom, I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long… I meant to visit but I got caught up. But look! I’m in trouble right now and—“

The drawl was cut short as another figure startled him. Fright’s titanium teeth clenched as he readied himself, nervous momentarily at the sight of creature so much bigger and more mystical than even himself. Yet, this lion held no ignorance or anger but intelligence.

The Seraphim’s nuclear waste eyes darted once over Jiyu and then back to Sephiroth. At least, he had their attention. He shifted his weight from one mechanical forepaw to the other. ”I was attacked two nights ago by a stranger who’d come into the town I used to call home. I had tried to make a life for myself there, but I believe I was targeted. I’ve run away now and this is the only place I know. I don’t mean to drag trouble with me, but y’all wouldn’t mind if I stayed awhile and kept quiet?”

It was worth a shot. His mother was here and just maybe he’d be safe in the place the Rosebloods called home. The pain in his chest reminded him of something else and he added quickly,”And don’t worry about me! I can take care of myself...I know how to heal good enough to know I’m in fine hands.” He didn’t want Jiyu to worry and he didn’t want them calling some healer of theirs to come prod and poke him about his ugly chest wound. He just really, really didn’t need that right now.

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[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]There was obviously quite a lot of backstory to this one's situation, but from what Sephiroth understood all that was needed was a place to rest and he was more then willing to give that.  Apparently they had some sort of relation to Jiyu; that should have gotten a reaction out of him but it clearly didn't.  He knew Jiyu had her secrets, and he was more then willing to let her keep them unless she openly admitted things to him which he didn't expect and therefore didn't ask for.  His luminescent aquamarine eyes studied the pair of them for a second before he fully set his optics on Frightfur.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you need."  The male rumbled, his voice deep velvet.  "I am Sephiroth, Lord and leader here.  I can see you're...already familiar with my Advisor."  He would keep the situation at that, family drama not really being his forte.  If the motherly voice in his head was anything to go by, he had his own issues to work through before dealing with anybody's else interpersonal issues.  The mention of Frightfur having knowledge made his ears prick and his interest pique however.  His face relaxed at that somewhat, his eyes gaining a casual look about them.  He was clearly thoughtful and interested however.  "In fact, if you have healing knowledge we are very glad to have you."

#psychosocial.

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

He called out her 'title' in his life as if she had ever done a damn thing to benefit him, as if she had at one time been a good mother for him. Jiyu knew better than he did, regardless of any attachment he may have to her for being the one who gave him life, she had messed up every step of the way somehow, if she kept exposure up he'd turn like his sister had. However, her gaze flickered back to him when he mentioned being in trouble. Protecting her children? Did not always have to involve just her avoidance, it also meant annihilating any threats to them, albeit behind their back these days. Whoever was after FrightFur would have to go through her in order to do it... That was if they even made it to the Rosebloods, knowing about the threat before hand she would be taking some measures to protect everyone from it, she knew better than most that old ghosts had this way of finding you if they weren't snuffed out.

"Go get yourself rested." she spoke to him, talking steps until she had passed him by several feet heading outwards slightly. Empty gaze flickered back to Sep blinking softly. "I'm going hunting, I'll try to be back by tomorrow night but it may take another day after that." she had a message to send, no one got to just harm her son and get away with it, for now on until they got the point all her hunts would be for whatever or whomever had been her son a target. She'd eat them, she'd eat all of them, even if she had to throw them up afterwards because they weren't feline, than she'd make dolls out of their pelts, and a bed of their bones, string up anything left over in front of their family as an example. Regardless of why anyone involved in causing that wound to her sons chest would regret the day they were born, even if took several trips.