07-08-2018, 11:24 AM
(Edited 07-08-2018, 11:25 AM by Suiteheart.)
SUITE
HEART
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[retro to transformation and welcome back!!]
It seemed like it had been mere hours since Suiteheart had spoken to Pele about her absent father. The young demoness had been troubled, worried she would never figure out who she truly was and who she was meant to be. It made Suite sad, but it was not a foreign feeling; in her youth, she often felt lost and unsure of herself. Hell, she still wasn't quite sure of who she was. In that moment with Pels, she had offered to help the young girl find her father. Pele was practically her own daughter at this point, and she was bound and determined to help her in any way that she could.
The white feline had studied the dagger Margaery had bought from Zjarr carefully. She looked at it over and over and over again. The family seal that adorned the grip was what she focused most heavily on. Surely, she would be able to find clues about Pele's father's whereabouts. Maybe the family symbol would jump out at her in her journey to find him. It would help her find the demon and then bring him to meet his daughter - or vice versa if he wasn't so willing.
The sun was beginning its great ascent into the heavens when Suiteheart exited the Observatory. Patrols started early. Well, hers did anyway. She never could sleep for long. No, the awakening of her split soul could be blamed for that. Twitching an ear in annoyance as Aerona tried pushing for control, the white feline shook her head and made her way toward the borders.
The scent of a smoldering fire, something cooked, and something vaguely familiar drew her near. While she usually preferred to start her patrolling in the opposite direction, she couldn't help but head towards the new smells that assaulted her senses. Within moments, she was stepping forward to see Zjarr. "Well, I'll be damned," she breathed. Guess her search was complete.
"You gonna stay this time if we let you back?" Suiteheart inquired. While she was aware of what had transpired between he and Lunafreya, she wouldn't be totally unpleasant. "You're free to join, Zjarr, but I know a couple of individuals you've got things to explain to. And you can keep your cooking."
It seemed like it had been mere hours since Suiteheart had spoken to Pele about her absent father. The young demoness had been troubled, worried she would never figure out who she truly was and who she was meant to be. It made Suite sad, but it was not a foreign feeling; in her youth, she often felt lost and unsure of herself. Hell, she still wasn't quite sure of who she was. In that moment with Pels, she had offered to help the young girl find her father. Pele was practically her own daughter at this point, and she was bound and determined to help her in any way that she could.
The white feline had studied the dagger Margaery had bought from Zjarr carefully. She looked at it over and over and over again. The family seal that adorned the grip was what she focused most heavily on. Surely, she would be able to find clues about Pele's father's whereabouts. Maybe the family symbol would jump out at her in her journey to find him. It would help her find the demon and then bring him to meet his daughter - or vice versa if he wasn't so willing.
The sun was beginning its great ascent into the heavens when Suiteheart exited the Observatory. Patrols started early. Well, hers did anyway. She never could sleep for long. No, the awakening of her split soul could be blamed for that. Twitching an ear in annoyance as Aerona tried pushing for control, the white feline shook her head and made her way toward the borders.
The scent of a smoldering fire, something cooked, and something vaguely familiar drew her near. While she usually preferred to start her patrolling in the opposite direction, she couldn't help but head towards the new smells that assaulted her senses. Within moments, she was stepping forward to see Zjarr. "Well, I'll be damned," she breathed. Guess her search was complete.
"You gonna stay this time if we let you back?" Suiteheart inquired. While she was aware of what had transpired between he and Lunafreya, she wouldn't be totally unpleasant. "You're free to join, Zjarr, but I know a couple of individuals you've got things to explain to. And you can keep your cooking."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE