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Spring Y3
8.29.19 - 10.13.19
by Split, 08-31-2019, 09:06 PMRE: News Archive
It's time for an update to how we handle time! Now that we are a couple days into the first season of this year, I'll explain how our flow of time will now work. We will be keeping double time, but our time will be more fluid. Essentially, from here on, you will be allowed to back date threads.

All threads from here on out will need to have a date AND time listed in the thread title. This will allow users to see exactly when a thread occurred.

Previously, if you posted a new thread, the time and date that thread was posted was the time in which that event was happening. We are altering the rules regarding timelines to allow you to backdate threads for any date in the current year. (This is Year 3.) So this year started on 8.29.19. You may date a thread from the current date backward to the first day of the year. So as today is 8/31/19, you may date a thread for any date between 8/29/19 and 8.31.19. You may not date threads forward.

So as the year progresses, you will be able to date threads for any time that has already passed in the year, but you must be careful not to break your own character's timelines. The best way to track a character's timeline is to go to their profile and click the button on it labelled "Thread Log". It shows every thread the character has ever participated in. Likewise, events that would break your timelines should also be carefully monitored. So, for example, if I posted a thread for a character dated for today in the desert, it would break the timeline if I posted a thread dated for the 29th in which they ended up dying.

Excessively breaking your own timelines or other characters' timelines is frowned upon and if done consistently, Staff may intervene. Tomorrow I will be instituting changes to leader logs and pregnancies that reflect these changes, so keep an eye out! Please DM or PM a staffer if you have any questions.
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Character OTS Katchneil
Relationship OTS Ariodeoux & Dragon
Player OTS Kaitlyn
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[AW] Let it burn


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Confident steps carried a female covered in red, icy blue eyes staring away with their usual staving intensity. Weeks had passed since her encounter with the annoying leopard, a man she hoped to stay away as much as possible, no, she wasn't afraid of him. But she disliked how he entered his nose where he wasn't being called. She hated that type of person, a person who violated her space, a space no one should disturb. Those who did were playing with fire, a fire ready to turn ashes any fool who dared to mess with this lady.   

Her expression was of someone cold, emotionless. One who apparently wasn't capable of feeling anything, just blank. Well, Terry's way of driving herself was exactly that. She didn't want to show weakness, to give others the chance to take a gasp, to find an entrance to her stuff. As her feet met snow, the freezing wind messed with her crimson hairs, making her already messy fur even wilder. Her tongue would pass over her nose, and her tail was still, lowered as a signal of her calm state. Though an easy to break one. 

As she kept going, her gaze detected movement. And there, a fawn walked at the distance. Her eyes soon staved it, and there the predatory instinct took place, she lowered her head and ears. Her legs did too, and silent as possible she started to stalk it, she was careful with where to step. And then starts running as fast as she could, her tail rose for balance and with grace, she attempted to bit upon its front back leg, she was attempting to bring the deer down. She managed to break it and quickly jumps aiming to place her legs around its back and quickly attempts to close her jaws around the upper neck of her prey. She tried to break its neck. 

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He was hungry.

And what would a hungry, carnivorous bird eat? Meat, of course. Mice, voles, smaller birds, maybe some insects...

Except he didn't eat those things.

His father's teachings still clung close to him. He was no longer around, but it didn't matter. His words and lessons would remain a part of Takeshi forever.

His latest kill had, unfortunately, rotten to hell. Being a bird, one had to get creative with kills, and fortunately for him, he learned how to make fire!

Fire. With sticks. And he was making one now.

He had seen the large wolf stalking the deer and took the opportunity to make a couple of fires. Or try to. It was actually too cold to make a fire, so how could he kill her now?

Meh. Guess he'd have to try again later.

For now though, he could at least fuck with her. Takeshi rested on a tree high in the sky, using branches and leaves to cover where he was. Then, he used #Mimic on her. The voice would sound like Messenthei, that snake girl he had come across weeks ago, who was the only sentient person he had actually met since being on this God-forsaken island.

The sound would originate on the ground several yards behind the red wolf: “You there! Back away from the deer.” Messenthei's voice (ooc: I imagine) was very feminine and light, but here it sounded like her best attempt at being menacing. Indeed; 'Messenthei' was threatening the wolf off her meal.

!Warning! Takeshi is a medium-to-high Risk character. He is prone to having impulsive behavior, including physical violence.
Mutations Event: 1) The bottom half of Takeshi's left eye is now a dark, soft pink. 2) Takeshi has more dark blue feathers along the nape of his neck, giving him a mohawk-like appearance.

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Katchneil had finally found the cold. Finally. Gosh, just the idea alone felt euphoric. He'd finally, finally found it, and he swore he was never going back unless it was kicking and screaming... or accidental. It could also be accidental. If it were an accidental happenstance on his part, Katchneil vowed that he would gouge his own brain out from his skull. Why would anybody voluntarily leave the beautiful, wonderful cold?

Reasoning escaped the leopard as he reunited at last with the glorious snow and frosty winds he'd always felt most at home with. This had been his home, all his life, and he'd known it. Ever the traveler was he, although not by choice clearly, for if he could marry the Winter, he would. Perhaps he already had, when he was younger, brighter, and perhaps it had been the one best decision he'd ever made. He felt like a soldier returning to his household from war. What a splendid ending to such a long odyssey. Were one to witness the beauty of it in the way that Katchneil, and perhaps even the wind and snow, felt it, none would be surprised by the tears to surely fall down that one's face.

Katchneil pounced in the snow, through the open trees, with ease. He played like a cub with his playmate, galloping off, willingly diving into the opaque, frozen waters of the ocean, which had ascended into the sky and danced into the mountains, landing in sprinkles that gaily spoke in little crunches to the pawsteps that tread upon them.

Strong and graceful like dancers in the sky, the snow kept falling and falling, while Katchneil watched and encored as though the stars themselves were stooping down to live in his world, and take shelter in the pupils of his eyes.

Delirious bliss could go on for lifetimes, but the Universe had other plans. Words shot through the ears of the feline, like a javelin thrown at his head. "You there! Back away from the deer!" Oh deer-- I mean, dear. Was there to be some skirmish in Katchneil Bjurk's chosen domain? Invading his angry place was one admittedly forgivable thing, but the fools who dared to invade his happy place really didn't deserve to invade any place at all. For a moment there, Katchneil was ready to storm over like he honestly owned the place, like the king of Winter itself, and tell them to take it somewhere else.

But one step forward reminded Katchneil of the openness of the terrain. Hardly a speck of undergrowth in sight. So open. So... un-protective. Katchneil was reminded of the child he had been only moments ago, and now he felt like a wee naked baby, exposed and alone. Where was Erica? Where was Jyzara? Questions that had been shackled to the front of his mind for so long had been freed to roam elsewhere in the mindscape, while he played in the snow. Now they were coming back because he really needed them. If Katchneil were the stars, then those two were the blackened cloak of space, encapsulating and defending him.

Katchneil suddenly felt so alone.

Maybe he should go away? Relocate? He didn't want to earlier -- having to move again sounded like a direct invitation from the devil to join him in hell. But now it seemed like a saving grace. Katchneil really did not want to go, but maybe he didn't have a choice on the matter? Maybe it was better to run somewhere new?

Urgh, but what if he ran into a desert again? They seemed to be everywhere here!

Would it hurt to at least find out who was talking? Katchneil sure hoped not.

He waddled over through the snow, keeping his guard up considerably. He followed scents, but mostly source of sound, and tried to keep his body mostly shielded by a tree. He looked over to the singular form in the midst of a spot of woods, holding a deer.

...He saw red. And then he saw a little more red, in a metaphorical sense this time.

What the heck was SHE doing here?!

OC: Katchneil has not seen nor sensed Takeshi yet, and is too preoccupied recognizing Flame/Terry to think about doing so :3))

@CloudyNight @KittyKookiez
NOTE: Katchneil is a rude dude sometimes. His opinions do not reflect any of my own towards any character, member, or subject! :3

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