PAFP an anywhere-but-here type of man 💥 ˎˊ- freaks near border

[HAWKER]

His breath came in rips, sounding more like leaves crunching than something born out of lungs. To his side, pearly fur cast softly in the sunset, the sight of a cat who he wanted so desperately to see again. But not like this.

They were going to die out here.

They were going to die and it was all his fault!

██████ crumpled, the long hair falling down his neck swaying as his bony shoulders hunched. Behind his fur, tears welled up. It was a childish display of hopelessness, looking directly at the sister who had not let him go alone.

He had not only been a nephew.

He had been a weapon.

Memories surrounded his paws, holding him under. His body became heavy, unable to move a step further towards their destination – towards whatever. Slotted between his past of destruction were warm, glowing scenes, playing games with his littermate, his uncle's praise familiar, cozy. Even miles away, their love found him, crumbling him further as he realized he could not go back, an accomplice to the crime only those in power could enact.

██████ felt his throat tighten, his mind shutting down as his mouth quivered. Only one word caught in the air, the last word before he went under:

"Why?" Why follow me when I am doomed?

// @Stilldream posts b4 u post :p

 

[L o s a]

Ivory paws drifted after him, lightly stained by the rich earth beneath. The ghostly molly said nothing as she joined his side — she did not need to. When their pace came to a stop, she turned to face him, softening at the pitiful look in her brother's eyes. Was he relieved that he did not have to make the journey alone? Did he realize that she had damned herself just as surely by choosing to follow?

Strange, to be walking the path of exile now — walking the line of those that her brother… and even she once would've hunted. Everything that they ever knew was back with the colony. Where neither of them could return now. She was not marked for punishment as she never participated in the banishments. Still, she knew and chose to keep their secrets. So to her, there was little difference between blood on the paws and blood on the conscience… But nothing meant more than family. For some, that was the colony, and to her that was uncle, and ██████.

She exhaled softly through her nose and moved to sit in front of him, brows drawing together with knowing. "Why ask questions you already know the answer to?" She tilted her head slightly.

"How many times have you come crawling back to me to get patched up after doing something horrendously stupid? Hm? This time, I chose to come to you instead." A delicate paw lifted, brushing away the tears clinging stubbornly to his eyes. Her touch was gentle, her expression stern.

"But if you really must know. I was sitting there thinking about all the trouble my brother was bound to get up to — and then it struck me." She jabbed her paw into his shoulder with a scowl.

"That inconsiderate jerk! How dare he get up to any without me!" A smile pulled at her lips, but uncertainty tightened around her heart. How could he be blamed for feeling lost… when she felt the same?

She left behind more than memories, but also ambitions, the plants she tended, the cats she cared for. She would never finish her training or know if her thyme survived the frost. Just like ██████, she was without purpose. The future ahead was bleak and frightening, but whatever regrets she carried were buried a ways back. So now all there was to do was to wonder... What would become of the weapon and the mender?

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OOC NOTES . ⏾ . CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — Another weirdo for my collection.​

• 𖥸 LH albino w/ bluish red eyes and abnormal ears.
  𖥸 A calm and ethereal sounding voice.
  𖥸 Likes long walks in the woods, kissing in graveyards, and collecting fungi at sundown.
  𖥸 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𖥸 Smells strongly of herbs and detritus.