GIVE ME MY MIND BACK NOW ⟡ ╱╱ ember

[EMBERSHADE]

EMBERSHADE — noun ╱ em - ber - shade

1. ❝ MARISOL ? ❞ here lies the dead, the dying, the deceased. tear off a silver collar and lay it upon the forest floor, bury it akin to a corpse. you don't respond to this name anymore, you seem to ignore the identity completely. you spit at it's grave, but isn't it yours?
2. ❝ EMBERSHADE ! ❞ claws sinking deep into tender flesh, avian cries buried beneath the hisses of your own. you have adapted well, so it seems. yet there is a lingering doubt that threatens your mind, something you cannot put a name to just yet. this is a promise, you will succumb to your own desires.​

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[EMBERSHADE]

MARISOL ✧ EMBERSHADE;​

NPC XX NPC

" I WON'T REPEAT MYSELF TWICE. "
CISFEMININE, SHE / HER | WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN | XX MOONS

LH SEAL SEPIA POINT W/ LOW WHITE & GREEN EYES
— her pelt paints a soft canvas that doesn't match the fire within; a blend of rusted brown, dark chocolate, and frosted white is selected upon this easel, broad strokes which gave her a sleek pattern.

Personality. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Praesent vitae nibh eu diam condimentum fringilla. Etiam mollis laoreet lorem, quis sagittis est lacinia quis. Mauris a ligula enim. Aliquam erat volutpat. Nam sem est, pellentesque vulputate volutpat sit amet, pulvinar vel augue. Ut nisl diam, feugiat at risus sed, consequat dignissim odio. Nunc consequat lorem id efficitur faucibus. Vestibulum consectetur tristique vulputate. Maecenas convallis feugiat est sit amet mattis. Pellentesque purus dui, vehicula non lectus nec, convallis suscipit lacus. Vestibulum est ex, porta sit amet gravida nec, lobortis vel nisi. Maecenas eu tellus sapien.

• girlboss but with a twist ...
• slithering snake hidden betwixt the tall grass, you forsook your birth old name in an attempt to better fit in amongst the crowd. you could've kept it but instead you shed it off and left the scales on the cobblestones of the twolegplace. marisol was weak, marisol was unbecoming; embershade is who you are now and who you will forever be.
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[EMBERSHADE]

you have done this many times before, haven't you? so allow us to settle into routine, no need for distractions or errors. there is, however, a tiny miscalculation, no fault of your own — an apprentice, ripe of from the picking, youth still apparent in their eyes. you regard the small crea — ( no, creature is not the word, you must give respect to the living ) — the small kitten with an air of indifference. there is no hiding your emotions; whatever heart ( even if you may hide it ) you possess has been chilled over by the frosted air, no subtlety with you. with the rising sun, fleeting in it's moments coming before leaf-bare, it was bestowed upon you ( a favor, in reality ) to take this young child out to survey the borders. terrain becoming frosted over as the day wains, slipping beneath the shadows as they raced before moon hung in the midnight sky. you forgo your tongue, allowing instead your actions and movements to take place of any words, and it appears that the apprentice has become well-read in your mannerisms. you approve, somewhat, of this fruitful training, but it's obvious that they're slowing down, tripping over roots and mushrooms. you stop ahead of them and vervain eyes stare at their lingering presence. ❝you're just going to stand there?❞ your voice projects with a monotone, as if you're bored of this interaction already, but there ! a hint of amusement curls your maw into a bare smile, rare occurrence, wouldn't you think? off-putting: too sharp-fanged and lacking sincerity — akin to staring into the mouth of a starving vixen. prayers couldn't be granted and salvation found through a muzzle that would eagerly clamp down upon an unsuspecting kitten. you're innocent in this training, but you're no saint.

( NEVER TRUST THE DEVIL ; HIS DISGUISES MAY VARY )​

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