impossible is nothing

[Amaranth Kalin]

Overgrowth Sunrise is right nextdoor to Dahlia, so I think this is good. For Mew. :]
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Now this was a neutral area that drew immense interest to the Luperci. Although it was already in her nature for the past several months to be a lone wolf, wandering from territory to territory, the newly Periokoi was finding comfortable homage in her new pack lands and the areas surrounding it. Can’t believe that it’s been more than a day, and I’m still here. Would’ve typically been driven out by at least a day and a half. Seemed like individuals from her new pack were mutual, but welcoming. The same couldn’t be said for the unclaimed territories, but at least there was always something interesting to be found, and nothing too grave to be sought. Happening upon Overgrowth Sunrise was like discovering a treasure mine hidden for years, but Amaranth approached the ruins first with the thought of a curse in mind. With a good sized branch of bark holstered in her left claw (it was thick and had thorny appendages on it), the Kalin preceded with a low cover into what was an abandoned shop overrun by every sort of spreading plant like a disease.

Treading upon two legs, there was no need to open any rusty doorknobs, for the door of this particular shop was neatly torn off the hinges. Dipping into the doorframe’s shadow, Amaranth stopped halfway in to survey. As it was high noon outside, most of the streamlining light poured through shattered glass of the windows, illuminating select shelves with dusted or either broken items. The store was dim, only with transparent shadows in the far back, but as far as anything else, was tomb silent. Many artifacts either lain strewn about or unopened. Hearing the echoing click of her claws on the dirty floor resound through the store, her ears naturally flexed at her originating sound as she sauntered over to a shelf that had what appeared to be books of some sort. Mostly occult novels and self-help books. Then, strolling down the unmarked isle, Amaranth passed what was several Tupperware used for means of food. Humans had an interesting (and sometimes comical) array of objects that made their lives so much more easier, no matter how ridiculous the object was formed.

Scanning past the items as she winded by them, she abruptly stopped and reached out to pick up some sort of fork wielding tool on the shelf. Bringing it inches to her honeyed eyes, she observed its shape and sharpness at the five pronged tips. Seeing the tool of a fork before, most of them were three pronged, but this one had two extra. “You just might get a better use than you were intended.” Her voice, blatantly feminine, echoed in the empty store. Putting it in the hand where she was carrying her stick, Amaranth arrived at the end of the isle before sweeping her gaze throughout the back and the entire store. As empty as it was, Amaranth had no need to be apprehensive or cautious about this place anymore. Seems like nobody had been here for years; nothing around but bones and mice at the most. Finding no other interest in the store, the Shadowed wolfess walked back out; squinting at the blinding sun before adjusting eyesight. Would probably be sundown, perhaps even a little after that, before Amaranth would go back home. There was a lot to explore here.

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[Mew Sadira]

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Very sorry for the delay I've had exams every day last week, was uberstressed Her body was stronger. Stronger, but empty. The lack of weight around her stomach was still feeling odd, and so.. wrong. She had carried them, taken care of them inside her, nurtured them with herself and her own blood had been theirs, yet life had not granted her to ever see them grow up. It was sinking in, gradually, that she was not a mother. She had relished the idea of tiny little baby Mews running around her feet and draining her energy, needing her care. She was supposed to show Colibri what mothering was, she was supposed to feel tired from different reasons than the ones she had now. But instead, her mind was plagued by images of Asphyxia, her brother, her mother.. Everything was a blur, and she was angry. She was so incomprehensibly angry. Never before had she felt such an urge for violence, to kill things. Asphyxia would pay, one day, by her own hands and not the hands of her brother, for what she had done. What Haku had done was not enough. She longed for proper justice. Her filthy coyote children would suffer as her own had. It didn't matter that it was her own fault; justice was justice. It had been unprovoked violence, and that was unforgivable. Once she was strong enough, the coyote would taste her teeth. The beauty and richness of her surroundings were ignored by the ivory femme, pacing quickly, angrily, aimless, in the direction of the ocean. Several human houses were scattered around the area, and Mew stopped in her tracks as she caught a glimpse of a form leaving one of them. The other looked comfortable in terms of pelt coloring, perhaps even friendly. She held an item in her hand, the sun played on its surface and Mew realized it was metal. It made her think of Hanna and her knives. A knife would be handy. Not knowing why - she was certainly not in the mood for being social right now - she trotted up to the stranger, pose not humble nor dominating. She was nothing, she felt nothing. And if this was a mistake, if the other attacked her, she would taste the anger Mew carried within her. Still, she decided to be polite. Her voice gave away no hits of her mood, but she stopped it from sounding angry. She would keep it inside until a situation emerged where she could unleash it. A smile was pasted on her face as she spoke, but it was blatantly not genuine, merely a sign of politeness. Hello. I'm Mew Sadira. What brings you to Flander's Fields?

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