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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] MEDIC ☾
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Treading away from the Tanglewood borders wasn't something done too often by the young medic, Iota. She hadn't seen the sights outside of murky swamplands since her acceptance into the reclusive clan, and the exploration and observation of the spectacles of the outside world around her were quite the bittersweet moment to her. The last time she were this far from her new home, her new family, she was a hurt, damaged and broken young girl. Yet, she needed this time away from home; the many disappearances as of late within the clan stressed her out, especially a select few, and she decided she needed some time to clear her head. With permission from the deputy, the feline set off on a quest to find inner peace.
The eye-catching pinks of the summer blossoms drifting in the warm winds gave her a slight tinge of post-traumatic stress; it reminded her of herself, the monster that she could have been, and the monster she was created to be ... but she made peace with her former self. With the blossoms, the floral arrangements of the hibiscus atop her head fluttered in the breeze, tickling her forehead and making her flinch slightly.
It was a much better feeling than the dreadfulness of knowing the jagged bone-like structures that were her horns sat atop her head most her life. Being reborn was the best thing that could ever happen to her — she finally found a reason to be happy. She found her purpose in the clan she was absorbed into: not only did she wish to save the lives of the ones she cared about immensely, she wanted to spread kindness and love even in the places where it was scarce, and Tanglewood was such a place. Her head was in the clouds at that moment while passing the many cherry blossoms that lined the outer reaches of the four territories. The warm summer breeze soothed her body, and at that moment she felt truly blissful.
Maybe the outside world wasn't so bad.
She could feel her heart begin to warm at the thought of love. Although Nayru disappeared, she was not devoid of any love she had for anyone. The leaving of the former sawbone did strike a nerve in her, but she felt as though the sawbone had better things to do; the goddesses probably needed her more than they did. So the girl resorted to spreading the love she had about everyone else, trying to bring everyone together as a family. She felt like that's what Nayru would have wanted.
Love...
As she passed through the blossoms, the brush of the larkspur that lined the meadows against her pelt made her tingle slightly. The touch of the blue carnation against her skin felt like a vivid, happy memory that returned to her mind, and gave her a sense of pure happiness. She closed her eyes as the flowers brushed against her fur, lips curling into a smile as she pranced through the field. Her heart felt warmer and warmer, almost as if the heat would set her body ablaze. Yet, she didn't mind at all. It was a feeling of pure euphoria.
The blue hues across her body slowly began to fade into a different shade once more: pink. She was beginning to regain her former colors once more. She slowed down her joyous prancing as she noticed her sudden change in hue once more. "... Huh." Covering her face with her paw, the feline looked up towards the shining ball of light above as its heat beat upon her pelt. "So, it ... wasn't the solstice that changed my color?" The feline began to pace, her former thoughts of love suddenly clouded with confusion. What the hell was happening to her? At a time she felt truly happy, her color changed back to red? But why? What was she truly happy about, other than love itself?
Her heart continued to beat at a rhythmic pace as she suddenly noticed its dense thumping against her chest. It felt like her heart was going to explode, but she still didn't realize why.
The larkspurs rustled nearby as the feline realized she wasn't camouflaged anymore. A smell unlike her own, yet ... familiar. It smelled of the Laboratory. Her post-traumatic shock began to settle in as she fell over on her backside, attempting to move away from the source of the smell. Jumping to conclusions, she made only one assumption. "No ... It can't be, it mustn't be true. She's still ... alive?"
She froze. It's time to face the music. Whoever this is, she had to mentally prepare herself for it.
[member=1575]delphinium[/member]
The eye-catching pinks of the summer blossoms drifting in the warm winds gave her a slight tinge of post-traumatic stress; it reminded her of herself, the monster that she could have been, and the monster she was created to be ... but she made peace with her former self. With the blossoms, the floral arrangements of the hibiscus atop her head fluttered in the breeze, tickling her forehead and making her flinch slightly.
It was a much better feeling than the dreadfulness of knowing the jagged bone-like structures that were her horns sat atop her head most her life. Being reborn was the best thing that could ever happen to her — she finally found a reason to be happy. She found her purpose in the clan she was absorbed into: not only did she wish to save the lives of the ones she cared about immensely, she wanted to spread kindness and love even in the places where it was scarce, and Tanglewood was such a place. Her head was in the clouds at that moment while passing the many cherry blossoms that lined the outer reaches of the four territories. The warm summer breeze soothed her body, and at that moment she felt truly blissful.
Maybe the outside world wasn't so bad.
She could feel her heart begin to warm at the thought of love. Although Nayru disappeared, she was not devoid of any love she had for anyone. The leaving of the former sawbone did strike a nerve in her, but she felt as though the sawbone had better things to do; the goddesses probably needed her more than they did. So the girl resorted to spreading the love she had about everyone else, trying to bring everyone together as a family. She felt like that's what Nayru would have wanted.
Love...
As she passed through the blossoms, the brush of the larkspur that lined the meadows against her pelt made her tingle slightly. The touch of the blue carnation against her skin felt like a vivid, happy memory that returned to her mind, and gave her a sense of pure happiness. She closed her eyes as the flowers brushed against her fur, lips curling into a smile as she pranced through the field. Her heart felt warmer and warmer, almost as if the heat would set her body ablaze. Yet, she didn't mind at all. It was a feeling of pure euphoria.
The blue hues across her body slowly began to fade into a different shade once more: pink. She was beginning to regain her former colors once more. She slowed down her joyous prancing as she noticed her sudden change in hue once more. "... Huh." Covering her face with her paw, the feline looked up towards the shining ball of light above as its heat beat upon her pelt. "So, it ... wasn't the solstice that changed my color?" The feline began to pace, her former thoughts of love suddenly clouded with confusion. What the hell was happening to her? At a time she felt truly happy, her color changed back to red? But why? What was she truly happy about, other than love itself?
Her heart continued to beat at a rhythmic pace as she suddenly noticed its dense thumping against her chest. It felt like her heart was going to explode, but she still didn't realize why.
The larkspurs rustled nearby as the feline realized she wasn't camouflaged anymore. A smell unlike her own, yet ... familiar. It smelled of the Laboratory. Her post-traumatic shock began to settle in as she fell over on her backside, attempting to move away from the source of the smell. Jumping to conclusions, she made only one assumption. "No ... It can't be, it mustn't be true. She's still ... alive?"
She froze. It's time to face the music. Whoever this is, she had to mentally prepare herself for it.
[member=1575]delphinium[/member]
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