- May 20, 2023
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♱—— it's the beginning of evening, when on a better day she might be out ranging the moor-grass for once, luxuriating in the dusty prairie scent and making her way to a tunnel under the stars. not tonight, still penned up in the medicine den with a jagged wound woven across her neck, bored and sore of sitting. mostly she's bored; she dislikes this inaction, this lack of movement, but knows it's necessary. that doesn't mean she has to like it though; there's so little to do in here, and her one attempt at entertaining herself had resulted in a sudden score of judgemental eyes.
she's surprised when something begins to trickle into the den, strange little spots like falling stars. they pulse like little beating hearts, glowing a dingy yellow light that doesn't sting her flesh, and perhaps it's her still form or the rottingly sweet sick-scent hovering about her from her long stay here, but they actually begin to touch her. they settle on her face, her tattered ears, her healing neck. cygnetstare squints pensively, unsure, but they don't hurt or sting or anything. she's slightly puzzled, but not opposed to this.
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ooc: tl;dr a bunch of fireflies made it into the medicine den and landed on her
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♱ cygnetstare — for their downy kitten-fur and perceptiveness (or uncanny gaze)
she/they ; afab gender apathetic — windclan — tunneler — 16 ☾s
—— cygnetstare is a corpselike chimera, split between long albino fur and a short black smoke pelt; their eyes are an unsettling pink. her creepy demeanour distracts from a strange fascination with death and an obsessive loyalty to windclan.
—— smells like grave-dirt and blood ; sounds like vc tbd ; speech in #BF959C, thoughts in #000000
—— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; will start fights ; won't flee unless ordered ; won't show mercy ; will kill or maim
—— pansexual panromantic monogamist, single, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, long-term romance, plotting ; not open to unplanned battles, flings
penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots - battle stuff goes here for fights