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Post by ashestoashes on Oct 30, 2021 22:05:22 GMT -5
Movement occurred in the dark of night as the figure ever so cautiously made his way into the league's territory. He had heard they were possibly here but uncertain. Unsure as always. The League had been in the city but it seemed that they had made their way back to the mansion. So here he was, worried as always as to what he was doing or would do but none the less Fitzrovia was back to the League. Scenting the air he moved like a ninja with agile as he tried to find something or someone that smelled somewhat familiar to him while not being seen. They had to be here, right? achromatic
Edited Oct 30, 2021 22:05:40 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
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POSTEDNov 1, 2021 19:25:31 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The ghosts from her past seemed to be re-emerging all at once. It started with her mother; Safi was still in the Shaman's tower, doing what Charlotte could only hope was precariously recovering. Seeing her mother had brought things back, things that Charlotte didn't even know were resting in her chest. Memories of her home, her childhood, everything that she had kept carefully locked behind floodgates, knowing that if she allowed to feel it, the logician perhaps would act a little less... logically.
And now, she was confronted with another smell, one that was just as familiar as her mother's had been. Her blood ran cold with the instant recognition. It was .... no, it couldn't be, right? Yet, she couldn't deny the scent; it was a scent she had been so familiar with before the fall of their family. It had been so long since she caught his scent, but there was no way she could pretend that it wasn't him, no way to simply go back and pretend that nothing had happened. This would have been infinitely easier than confronting the rawness that sat in her chest at the thought of their haphazard family reunion.
"If you're there, Fitz, you should save us both some effort and just come out from where-ever you're hiding. I don't have time or patience to come hunt you down," she called, her voice carrying with the wind. It sounded unimpressed, something that was perhaps surprising, being that Fitzrovia had been her litter mate, had been one of her childhood best friends. Perhaps it wasn't, though, when you thought about it. With Safiya's abandonment, their father's death, and subsequently the death of Louisa, Fitzrovia had been the last cat she had, the last connection in a world that had been thrown away. Yet, he left her. Of course, Charlotte had quickly left after him, making little haste to leave the world that had damned her. But, still, he had left first, the last cat she could turn to. It was perhaps unsurprising, then, that Charlotte was bitter. She would have been bitter at Safiya too, for daring to come back with no warning, had she not found her mother half dead. Her brother would face her full pain, the pain she had so desperately wanted to project onto its first source, only to have emergency rob her of this.
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Safiya should've stayed in Charlotte's den, but she couldn't help it. Her wounds had started to heal, and at this point, the biggest worry was just the one across her stomach; the rest of her bruises and cuts were beginning to scar and fade, and she could walk now, just a little at a time. She had started with hobbling around, and now she could explore a little further than just the few rooms of the mansions when the rest of the league was out in the territory. The she-cat was still avoiding the others, trying to keep out of sight and out of reach, but even she felt the boredom of a monotonous day, made even more tedious when she was alone with her own thoughts.
Her thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. There was anger, there was fear, there was that hint of insanity, that told her to go back and finish what she started, even in the state she was in right now. The whole morning, it had whispered in her ear, to find him, to kill him, that staying here meant that she'd be found. If Bermondsey found her, he might kill her if she didn't kill him first. If Chelsea found her, she'd surely be killed. The paranoia, the fear, the anger, it was all welling up inside her, getting a little too much...
Perhaps that was why she was out here in the woods looking for her daughter. She had tried to follow her scent, but it had been so long since she had tracked anyone, and after that fight, she was so out of practice with...everything, it was difficult to figure out where she was other than a faint trail she was currently following.
Another scent seemed to float in with a breeze, along with Charlotte's scent. It was familiar. A familiar scent she almost immediately recognized. Gods, she really was going insane, wasn't she? All of this loneliness must've done something to her mind, she thought bitterly, if she was now reanimating the dead in her mind. She was still not a hundred percent convinced that she wasn't in some strange dream or actually dead, or that she hadn't hallucinated all of this up in the first place.
Post by ashestoashes on Nov 6, 2021 15:11:29 GMT -5
Fitz paused in his steps as he both heard and smelled the scent of his sister from what felt like decades ago. He had a hard time believing it but yet...here she was. And she sounded PISSED. But honestly why shouldn't she be? He did after all up and leave her. A part of him wanted to change his mind running away from it all but the whole point of coming here was to stop running away from it all. To finally just settle in a place for good and confront anything that came at him even if he didn't particularly like it.
He quietly walked out in the open area slowly coming face to face with Charlotte if not cautious and uncertain. "Oh hey there Charlotte, it's good to see you. You look just fine and healthy. I'm glad to have found my way home again..." What else was he supposed to say? He did just up and leave her behind. There was definitely tension and the tom had no clue as to what to do about it other than come face to face with it. If not now then he would never feel peace with in Primal Instinct again.
He was unaware of Safiya's presence anywhere near him yet.
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POSTEDNov 7, 2021 10:59:22 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
As soon as he made the mistake of speaking, he was done for. Although Charlotte would not have been able to see well enough to pick him out from the shapes of the forest around him, her hearing was impeccable. In a flash, the golden she-cat was at his side. Her paw whammed against her brother's shoulders. "Glad to have found your way home again?" she meowed with a slight frenzy in her voice, before whacking him again. "What, did you get lost?" Another whack. "Even I don't take three years to find my way back if I get lost - and I can barely see." Another few whacks, these in rapid succession. Her claws weren't out, and the whacks weren't meant to hurt him, just a way to get her frustrations out.
Charlotte then paused, walking a circle around him. She didn't see any cuts or marks, but that didn't mean much. She took a deep inhale of the air, just to make sure that he hadn't come to her as wounded as their mother.
Speaking of her mother, Charlotte let out a frustrated growl when she caught Safi's scent faintly wafting through the air. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. It's a god damn family reunion!" she muttered to herself, before speaking a little louder so her mother could hear as well. "So, you decided that you were just going to take a stroll through the territory, did you? After all my hard work you can't even listen to directions? I clearly told you that you needed to stay in my den while I was gone, didn't I?"
The logician was having her first temper tantrum in a long time, it seemed.
Safiya didn't seem to realize she had been caught, but when Charlotte snapped in her direction, she immediately flinched. She often forgot just how intimidating her daughter could be when she was angry, but now that she was actually spending time with her, she had certainly been reminded of it. Her tail was tucked and her ears were aimed back, like a kit being scolded by her mother...except, wait a minute. She was the mother.
She emerged from the bushes, looking a little guilty. "I just needed fresh air," she mumbled like a scolded kit, "and...I was worried about you." Not that she needed to be, especially considering Charlotte being in much better condition than she was. Frankly, Safiya was more lonely than she ever cared to admit. Years on end with little interaction with anyone, and especially after becoming a rogue...she didn't realize the toll it had taken on her until she had met that proxy a couple days back, and realized just how touch-starved she truly was for any tiny bit of kindness.
Post by ashestoashes on Nov 11, 2021 17:29:56 GMT -5
He took every hit that Charlotte dealt to him noting that she wasn't using her claws on him (even though he would have deserved so.) He kept quiet while she went through her well deserved rant then noticed her frustration turn towards someone else. He was unsure who that was until the scent hit him...it felt like coming from a dream. Rather it be a nightmare or a good dream was still up for debate but none the less there was no mistaking that scent anywhere. Seeing Safiya was even more shocking as well as a good smack to the face to the reality he was in. This was no dream. This was really happening.
He turned first to Charlotte with a sigh. "I...deserved that. I would like to say sorry but I have a feeling, and this is totally understandable, that wouldn't be enough for what I did to you. And you are right. I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have just left you...like that."
He then made his turn to Safiya but unlike with Charlotte he had no clue as to what to say or think. This was one hell of a day he was having.
Post by achromatic on Nov 29, 2021 18:17:32 GMT -5
She didn't even seem to realize she was in the presence of her other kit until she stood face to face with him. Her eyes were wide, dark amber meeting his green(?) as she stood there, just as speechless as he was. She had assumed the rest of her kits were dead the moment she had left Primal Instinct. To find that Charlotte was still alive had been...a lot. She hadn't known how to feel, and right now, she didn't know how to feel about this either. Fitz. Her oldest, the protector of his siblings and of her own heart, he had been so young when she had last seen him...
"Fitz," she breathed, unable to move to even embrace him, "gods, you're alive."
Post by ashestoashes on Dec 20, 2021 0:51:28 GMT -5
"Ah-" If someone had told Fritz that he would bump into Charlotte and his mother all in one day he would have told them they were insane (and also how they even knew who they were.) Yet. Yet here he was. Here they were. "Uh hey- uh mom. Sooo...how have you been?" Fritz's mind completely blanked as he struggled to find words, a tangible sentence, just anything to respond to or say. @ian achromatic
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Post by achromatic on Dec 22, 2021 5:50:26 GMT -5
Her son was alive. That was baffling to her. She couldn't believe it at all. Safiya only blinked as if still not quite believing her eyes. She crept over, one slow step after another, as she pushed a paw against the cat's shoulder. Gods he was real. She wasn't dreaming. "You're alive," she repeated again, looking dazed for a few more moments before shaking her head, trying to clear her mind. This felt all a little too overwhelming.
She was spiraling. Charlotte was alive. Fitz was alive. She knew that Louisa had passed, and most likely Avery too, but gods, it was a lot to take in all of a sudden. Her eyes closed and she took a step back, before sitting down as her thoughts whirled within. His voice was starting to sound more distanced, more muffled as if her head was stuck underwater instead. She didn't know what to think. Should she mourn her kits and their father? Should she go searching for the rest? Should she apologize? Weep over all the missed years?
Safiya didn't realize she was holding in a breath, only now gasping for air. "I..." she stammered weakly, "I–I–need some air. Just–give me a second."
Her eyes were closed tightly. "You're alive...how are you alive?"
Post by ashestoashes on Dec 25, 2021 18:46:06 GMT -5
"Ah well it wasn't easy and there are some decisions I had to make that I regret...but that's the life of someone who lives the life of a loner. Honestly there is a lot to it and is a long story but all that matters is that I am back and I do not plan to leave for a long time. Or ever. Primal Instinct is the only place that makes sense for a cat like me to live. Not to mention that when I heard that you guys were somewhere around here...well...." Fritz looked down at his feet quietly before adding. "I wanted to find you guys. Maybe it's selfish of me to say but I wanted to see you. Apologize for leaving you. I am not the same cat that I once was. Or well I am me but a better me perhaps. Or hope to be anyway."
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Post by achromatic on Dec 28, 2021 15:45:47 GMT -5
Safiya didn't know how to feel about that. She didn't want them to stay, if she was to be honest. She never planned on staying long either; she had hoped to leave the moment she could walk, to find her way through the world, anywhere but here, yet the thought of Charlotte's reaction made her do a double-take. She hated that the league had taken so much from her, and still demanded more.
"You're too good for the league," she blurted out, her eyes full of unknown emotion, her voice suddenly feeling choked, "you were always too good for this place. You deserved better, both of you." She looked to Charlotte, and then to Fitz. "You were the best of me, and the best of–"
She swallowed thickly. "You were always the best of your father too." They deserved to live somewhere safe, somewhere that cared for them, not somewhere like this, reeking of death and destruction.
