#interactions. Juneau

[rykardthebarbarian]

The Barbarian had been a fool to think that his knowledge of mushrooms would aid him in identifying toxic and medicinal plants. This was much more difficult, it felt damn near impossible to tell one root from another without the characteristic flowers and stems attached. Besides, he was hardly an expert in the field of mycology. Even an uneducated brute such as himself could easily identify the iconic red and white spotted caps of the Amanita muscaria mushrooms used to create the berserker toxin.

Rykard felt like an outsider here amongst the Silver Elvhen and Faiman. And the frustration of his continuous failures was beginning to take it's toll. Every time he heard the melodic laughter coming from the group of elves seated to his right he thought they were laughing at him. The intrusive thought of tossing a handful of unknown flora into the bubbling cauldron before him to create a cloud of toxic vapor crossed his mind. Class is cancelled, motherfuckers.

He glanced over at Juneau when she spoke, then back to the plant he was currently holding. He was about to drop it in with the ground up remnants of voxnan and ektorp until Juneau spoke up. The toxic irespring would have contaminated the otherwise beneficial compounds. "Fuck," He breathed out a sigh of frustration, "I thought this was kallax root. How do I tell them apart?" He surveyed the two piles of herbs sitting on the ground in front of him, now second guessing how accurately he sorted the plants. Rykard picked up a sprig of foliage from the toxic pile, it had parallel-veined leaves with rough edges and dark purple berries. "Okay, plant expert, this is lycksele, right? Poisonous?"

Who: @rykardthebarbarian Where: Silverlands studying study hall? When: Neptunalia plotdrop Notes: Makin' up plants and namin' em after Ikea furniture.... Also I am so sorry it took me so long to get this written.

It felt counterintuitive that herbalism was so much easier in the wilds. The pages of texts and faded illustrations of the tomes made things much more complicated than they needed to be. Or maybe that was just the case for Juneau, who struggled immensely to focus on the words on the page, the letters morphing and twisting into shapes and patterns she could neither recognize nor make sense of. Juneau was making an effort to ignore her growing headache as she tried to decipher any fraction of the text and cross-reference it with her scribbled illustrations in her old, faithful field journal. Some of the plants were the same, but many natives to Lysara evaded her. 

Juneau sat back to take a forced break. Her arms were crossed and a scowl was prominent on her features, but really she was frustrated nearly to the point of tears. It shouldn’t be this hard, and she internally cursed herself for her stupidity while she considered giving up. She may have, had she not noticed another struggling scholar–though calling herself a scholar would be very, very generous. She observed as the hulking man sorted a bundle of plants into two piles. She could tell from looking at the two piles he divided them into that he was tasked with sorting the stems and blooms into two categories: helpful and harmful. She also noted that his most recent placement was incorrect. 

“You know that one is poison, right?” she pointed out quietly, but not judgementally. “Irespring looks like kallax root, but they’re different. Irespring is no good… Do you know how to tell the difference?” It felt nice that she wasn’t at a complete loss when it came to recognizing the value and properties of the herbs, even if she couldn’t identify the ones that were new to her yet. 

[juliangladiator]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: lupercalia

when: current timeline ma'am

note: gotta spin the block on our sad stuff :*

Juneau wasn't ever one to give her information freely, everything he'd learned he'd had to figuratively claw his way there, but Julian didn't often mind the uphill battle. "You ever have celebrations similar to this?" She'd always translated as a woof to him, maybe more teeth and claws, grit and rot, and Julian wasn't exactly well versed in the woof lore of it all to really dig any deeper. She was the first person he'd thought of when the celebration came to light; it had been all that many throughout Haven had been chattering about for weeks, as though they'd tapped upon a live wire and could not be quelled. In any case, Aurea had insisted Julian attend, and as such, Julian promptly insisted Juneau attend, too. "From what I heard, every wolf tends to have their own circle where they celebrate this." It's gentle enough not to be a very pointed question but there was still so much about Juneau that was merely a guessing game to Julian.

[adrianvoll]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: jamie's place

when: a few days before the belated solstice

note: cries in friendship

Adrian hadn't time to genuinely rest since his home had singed to dust and ash before his very eyes; the fall of Iskaldrik allotted great changes to his life, and he tried not to feel paralyzing guilt at the reminder that he'd made it to the other side of it all as opposed to others. Whatever dreams he often found imbedded in delusions of impossibility had manifested after an entire Kingdom had fallen and it made it difficult for Adrian to feel grateful for the opportunities he since possessed.

So much lost but plenty fortune gained warranted a restless mind, Adrian tossing and turning within the unbearable quiet the room allowed. Jamie had been elsewhere for the evening and the silence felt deafening; when he'd been within the Tower, the sorcerer always knew there were dozen others around at all times and the sudden onset of loneliness brought a strange surge of restlessness to a normally clear mind.

Until.... the very moment he sat upright, pulled from sleep from the fact that he was very much no longer alone. A small flickering flame was pulled from his hand, a simple cantrip that allowed light to ignite the room, only for him to witness Juneau, sitting almost expectantly at the edge of the bed. "Are you not a fan of the Tower either?" He knew Jamie had his apprehensions and he could see why Juneau may have been flighty of it too.

[valshirathelight]

Date: After the Mystery Sport Location: The Stumble Inn Characters: @vuldak-juneau & @valshirathelight Notes: Trauma bonded girlies

Not even a day ago, Val'shira had summoned a rat to send a message to Juneau. She had helped rescue her. She had even spent, only an hour beforehand, trying to help Ramirus hold her up while a plague took them out. Ramirus. The thought of Eluvian haunted her, weighing her down like a heavy, shadowy weight. She had survived a demon at her side, but just barely. He might not have been possessing her literally but she knew he'd haunt her mind until the day she died. A reminder to not trust. A reminder this world sought to hurt her.

When she saw Juneau, she could barely think of the woman she cared for because she only remember what they had both just been through. And the elve's mind settled on the negative thoughts again as she turned her eyes away. Still, she knew Juneau approached, and Val'shira moved to set down her flagon of mead.

[casimirnoctis]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: somewhere near the iskaran borders

when: 2-3 years ago? don't make me do MATH

note: what we talked about xoxo

Casimir had been contacted to help Ivar; many thieves ran along the continent of Taravell and it seemed unavoidable that each would not run into each other at a time or two. He couldn't say he knew the man farther than any obligation for a thief aiding another thief but regret soon became paramount as Ivar's ireful tangents filled the late evening. A thief with an unchecked temper? It gave Casimir the ick and the dhampir merely sat quietly as angry footsteps exited Ivar's tent and stalked off wherever. Meeker footsteps came minutes later, those that attempted to conceal and hide as though shamed and embarrassed.

The dhampir turned, he cared little for whatever hiccups Ivar had with his stowaway - or thief in training - but it was started to trickle onto the quest and Casimir grew tired of it. "If you're all packed, we could probably leave him out in the woods to finish this ourselves," they were almost back to the agreed upon point, treasures had been stolen for their gain and the border of Iskaldrik was only a few short sunsets away. A dhampir had never been known for their outstanding breadth of humor, but that sentiment was the closest he could get.

Ivar seemed long out of ear shot and they'd likely not see the mess of a thief until morning; Casimir could not wait for this to be over and the only reason he'd not cut out early was because one could not simply trust another thief to see their end of the deal through. "You know, I noticed that dreamweaver ring was missing from the parcel." Something not accounted for by the bumbling rage-incensed man, but Casimir had noted it's disappearance after they'd raided the place four nights prior. "You should feel delighted that it slipped past your talented friend," now that was a blatant dig, paired with a sharp smile.

[phyrofwild]

Location: The Lostlands.

Time: During Lunch.

Closed: @vuldak-juneau.

The lack of proper food had already been bothering the Dúnedain for weeks now, and he'd envy his own companion for having the freedom to roam around in the skies and catch its prey in the wild, but would never ask Boreas II for food not in a million years since he knew she could only catch enough for herself and would give him a portion of it if he so desired, two would be hungry instead of one. So he looked at his part of the meal, not enough to fill his belly, but enough to keep him alive, and started to gulp it down.

It was only when his gaze left the plate in front of him that he saw the other girl at his table, she seemed like someone he would like to know for some reason he couldn't quite pinpoint at the moment. "Is it not to your taste, perhaps?" He asked, leaning forward towards her with a big teethy smile. "How so? It's so fucking good, isn't it?" He laughed it off, unamused by the choice of ingredients. "Next time I shall tell them to use more sauce!" As he phrased it, the voice got a bit louder as if trying to make them listen, but no one really paid him attention.

[heroic-ignus]

Location: Nornwatch Tower.

Time: Night.

Situation: After The Last Night.

Closed: @vuldak-juneau.

Alder couldn't sleep. Evey time he closed his eyes he could feel that terrifying presence lurking around in the shadows, waiting for him to lose consciousness so it could emerge once again to feast. His hearbeat rate was unstable as the stress and the exhaustion from the fight had still not been relieved. If not because of his sword expertise it would be hard to explain the absence of bruises and cuts on his skin after the battle that left the Nornwatch Tower in such a state, but as a blademaster of the Warrior's Guild he managed to avoid suspicions so far. Even so, that had caused the forces within the walls to become alert to any abnormal behavior, which was stopping him from visiting Lor as much as he needed for guidance and connection.

With his sword sheathed by his waist, in light armor instead of his usual heavy plates, he traced his path in the shadows, avoiding the possibility of being seen, only to find another figure trying to sneak out during the night. Alder approached the shorter figure with silent steps, noticing that she carried what he believed to be her belongings with her. "It would be foolish to try to sneak out at night, when the weather is colder and darkness is all around, alone..." He spoke, revealing himself. Although he would have prefered to not be noticed, the good part of him spoke louder, he couldn't let someone leave with so little protection and resources, it would be their end. "-I suppose you think you have a plan... Don't. At least form a bigger party than one..."

[lotharx]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: some quiet rural bit of the queenslands

when: after neptunalia but before the quest? you decide :*

note: traininggggg

"You're early," tone garnered surprise as the wily blonde walked up to their designated meeting place. It would have been easy for him to spar with Juneau within the Hall of Virtus but he preferred this more open and rural slope outside of Eterna's sprawling city limits. Quieter, less people to accidentally maim, and no guild members to critique or question why he'd decided to help this woman train with weapons and such. He'd hate to say 'well she climbed up a tree with my weapon and refused to return it nor get down unless I agreed to such terms'; but Lothar would also admit to himself that there was an internal sense of pride, however mild, to be chosen for the job. "And I'm glad you've not forgotten your deal," that was a bit more sarcastic, Lothar leaning with arms crossed on the nearest tree that surrounded the opening which they were to train in.

[petalruined]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed,   @rosesruin .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   fall   tingz .

knuckles   rap   against   the   glass   of   her   window,   ignoring   the   way   the   thunder   rumbled   behind   him.   skilled   fingers   undo   the   latch   of   her   window   before   he   lets   himself   him.         ❛   i'm   tempted   to   shake   off   the   water   but   i   know   you've   got   some   kind   of   wet   dog   joke   locked   and   loaded,   ❜         he   says   by   way   of   greeting,   wrapping   his   arms   around   the   princess.

[vuldak-juneau]

The expression that crossed his face seemed out of place from what she remembered of him from the frigid wastes of the spine, but Juneau didn’t comment. Maybe things were better here for the both of them in little ways, despite the slow burn destruction of the world outside the doors of In Vein. “It’s more common than you’d think,” she returned in good measure. Juneau would not pretend he had not been the unfortunate victim of such a circumstance. One didn’t live in the woods for the majority of their life and did not fall victim to such a wrong-place-wrong-time circumstance. “Do you ever do that to people, hovering around like you do?” she pressed back. Obviously, she didn’t think he did, but she was curious how someone who struck her as so serious might respond to such a ridiculous thing. 

Her head tilted as she looked at the curious reflection of them both. “Do you ever think about the fact that even if someone created a bust of you that was an exact likeness, you’d never actually see your reflection?” she asked. “But those of us who can see our reflections but never have an accurate bust made of us see what we actually look like? Mirrors are so…. Flat. But you’d know what you looked like better than the rest of us who look in a mirror every day.” She bit the inside of her cheek and her brow furrowed as she stared at herself. She knew she was a vuldak, knew she shifted under the moon once a week to an abyssal, awful, twisted blight wolf. But she never really remembered it, she might never know what it was truly like. She wasn’t sure if she simply locked those memories somewhere hidden and away or if that was just how the monthly change worked. 

“I don’t hear that often,” she huffed. It was meant to be a laugh, but tonight it seemed she wasn’t quite capable. The din in the establishment was notable, a sort of buzzing consisting of chattering voices, clinking glasses, and the deep rich smells of blood and spirits. Despite all of this, Alucard felt so materially present beside her in a way that wasn’t quite like before. “You seem different.”

Juneau was making fun of him.

Juneau was making fun of him and for the first time in what would be a series of many, Alucard didn't take it personally. Quietly, confidence had taken root in the fractured regions of Alucard's broken ego. He was more than his past, more than his beatless heart, and more than his bloodlust. The legionnaire had been lost for so long that it felt strange to be sat in a tavern that, in another life, might have dominated all of Eterna.

A smirk tormented the corner of Alucard's mouth as the stoicism broke without deliberation. His features argued against him but it came with a natural inflection. A lifetime might have passed since he'd happened across the feral girl at the refugees' outpost. Back then his singular focus had been to see the Iskarans beyond the Blight and to safety - he hadn't questioned it then, but doing so wasn't his responsibility. Fighting the Blight was, and yet, despite his disposition, Alucard couldn't see people in need and not act.

"I heard if they empty their bowels on your head it's good luck." That wasn't meant to be a joke, more of a statement of fact to be weary of things flying overhead. Alucard hadn't expected to see Juneau again, Lysara was a big place and the Legionnaire kept entirely to himself. "This is just my face," he looked ahead to the mirrored wall behind the bar, in the reflection it looked like Juneau sat next to animated clothing. "not that I'd know." Alucard's red eyes flit over the other, "It's good to see you again."

[juliangladiator]

starter for @vuldak-juneau.

where: dior's partay

when: after the gladiator match

note: he knows ur name and ur brothel heiress status, HAHA!

"Juneau!" Her name felt weird on the tarmac of his tongue, it'd been something she'd playfully kept a secret this entire time and yet the entirety of her game imploded the moment she signed herself up for a match on his stomping grounds. Julian was certain that even saying it now would likely feel to Juneau as though he was mocking the fact he'd been granted the information, but he'd been impressed; she'd had a rocky beginning to the competition, but she'd proved her mettle the longer it ensued.

Crafty, wily, smart with evasion; he had known she was coded as some survivor, these sorts of creatures tended to recognize one another, but she'd showed her dexterous nature and then some. The arena was often a proving ground of strengths pushed further by favor from the crowd, but even with their lackluster reception of her, she'd turned the tides in her favor. Maybe after their rock tossing competition, Neptune had granted her some favor, after all; though he'd keep that imaginative thought to himself, considering Juneau's reception of the gods.

"I didn't think you'd come," it's softer, but still garners an exalted tone at her presence. Julian thought he'd clutched his own secrets close - not that being a well-favored gladiator in Lysara was an easy 'secret' to keep - but she'd her own skeletons and he was sure Juneau was flightier than ever in consideration of that. Correcting himself, offering her a sense of ease, he added, "I'm glad you did."

[adrianvoll]

starter for @jamieprice, @vuldak-juneau.

where: aurelia, queenset isles

when: current timeline

note: reuniiioooon

As soon as Jamie mentioned Juneau was still alive, Adrian hardly asked any questions. If the strigoi had allowed it be mentioned at all, it was an indicator that Jamie indeed felt strongly about Juneau's scent and thus her tenacity to have endured. The girl who seemed to have cheated death twice - thrice if one reminded themselves of what it took for her to be a vuldak - Adrian had to figure the Fates were indeed laughing at them from afar.

They'd no rations, hadn't found a water source on their trek, but still Adrian continued behind Jamie, the strigoi only a few steps ahead of the witch. A massive, jagged mountain peak seemed to divide one bit of shore from the other and there'd been concerns from Adrian if it was even possible to cross over or around. If he had to dip into the water again, he'd probably not resurface, but Adrian tried not to think of that now as they walked along. Bits of rock already jutted out from the earth the closer they trekked to the ascent of the mountain; it was clear this island was hardly charted as no paths were carved into the peak - at least from where they were standing.

It'd been a few hours since they began and though Adrian would push himself past certain limitations if it meant locating Juneau sooner.. He realized his threshold was smaller now after being battered by the sea, tossed into it from a literal explosion and finally, at the base of this massive mountain, Adrian called ahead to pause, "Think we're any closer to her?" He'd never been sure how this whole sensitivity to scent worked for a strigoi.

[black-dhalias]

Hello? Are you willing to write about Jasper Hale x human female reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other and Edward cannot stand it any longer? It is completely okay if you are not interested in writing such a thing. Have a nice day :)

Lacks Control

Jasper Hale X Human!F!Reader Warnings: contains/mentions sexual content, light swearing

In most ways, you thought similarly to most humans and thought you understood how the world worked. You knew that there were balances in place, checks that keep the universe from overreaching a little too far. You believed in energies, and how people interact with each other often impacts what they receive unto themselves. You were absolutely sure that you understood yourself, but that was a year ago--before the Cullens arrived in Juneau, Alaska. Your home.

It was before Jasper arrived.

Now, a year later, you could hardly believe how different things have become; in many ways, you don't see the world in the same way. You see the world as brighter, and intense, and more mysterious than its made out to be. You glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see only minutes left--the night got away from you faster than you expected. It felt like you had just laid down, and now slanted morning light is streaming in from the partially open window—unbelievable.

You hardly understood what you heard that night, and if they wouldn't have reacted so brashly—you probably would have written it off, and left without another thought.

However, upon hearing Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella talking about Jasper's control—you almost left right there, but no—they kept talking. They said too much to just write off, and when they turned that corner to see you pale white pressed against the wall. They realized just how much you had heard, and its not like they could just make you forget—so there. That's how you found out the newest members of Juneau community were vampires, and that humans knowing their secret is not exactly accepted.

Despite Jasper being the topic of conversation that night, his control specifically, you almost forgot it entirely every time you saw him. Admittedly, Jasper was terrifying and in the right lighting, his scars were very visible even to a human. His eyes were often dark, and his expression stoic and tight. Most of the time, you tried to avoid him entirely, but being near him was exhilarating. It felt like gravity pressing against you, everything impossible, felt possible.

Now that left you in a precarious position, with an undeniable attraction to probably the most lethal Cullen.

Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, half the time you were in the same room with him—all you could think about was the possibility of undressing him. Images of your fingers dragging down his body, and it wasn't like you had to use your imagination—you had caught him changing once and that was it. All the fuel your mind needed to keep you interested, practically drooling at the thought.

"Darling?" You hmm, sitting up straight in your seat, you mentally curse yourself for letting your mind wander so far. Remember that whole thing about how you thought you were normal before, now you know you think differently because who else loses time like this? Who else could go from their home, all the way to their University; just thinking, just itching to think about him.

Once more, his eyes were in that in-between shade—not exactly amber, but not bright either like his unofficial siblings. You were shocked at the beginning of the semester when he walked into this class, because what was a vampire doing at the University of Southeast Alaska? No reason, but Jasper must had his because it takes a real psychopath to spend their time in an Animal Physiology class. Yet Jasper fit right in, and you have to admit the company is much nicer than others might think.

However, it was also incredibly distracting and in some distasteful ways, you spent the better half of class time enamored by him. His thick southern drawl, the way his blonde curls moved when he spoke, but especially with his hands. God, what else can those hands do? Per usual though, you feel warmth spread to your cheeks and look at your hands, you really need to get a handle on yourself if you plan on passing this class.

"Yes?" You ask, practically cursing the very ground you walk as you pretend to scribble down some notes on the cellular makeup of artic mammals—only it wasn't information the professor was saying, but rather verbatim notes of the last line you wrote. In fact, it is the same thing you've written at least ten times on the paper, but you just couldn't help your wandering mind.

"Class ended five minutes ago..." You perk, eyes widening as you look around the room and see that no one else is here. Just you... slowly, your eyes turn to Jasper. And him. Just you and him.

Perhaps his words shouldn’t have affected your demeanor, or maybe it had more to do with being alone with him, but something inside you snapped. Not only did you clearly feel an urge to take his face in between your palms and kiss him—you also had the inherent urge to bury your face into your arms and hope you got sucked away.

“Fantastic…” You kind of murmur into your skin, before sitting up with a sharp inhale and glancing over at the smirking Texan. His accent always seemed so out of place in Alaska, his honey like drawl always stood out when he spoke. It’s what got your attention in the first place, you couldn’t help yourself when you heard it.

You shut your notebook, sliding it into your bag with your laptop and pens—zipping it before Jasper tossed it over his shoulder. This was the routine, he showed up and you spent more than half of class imagining a million different ways you could take him on the desk.

Was that wrong? You hardly think it’s a good thing, but when you glance over at him. The way he held open your doors, and always close enough to catch you if your feet bumped each other. How could you not have those kinds of thoughts?

“Carlisle and Esme are still asking when you’re coming over again?” You hmm, before looking forward again—processing what he said, it just always takes a second.

“Oh yeah, we can head there now. I don’t have anything to do today.” If you weren’t too busy trying to ignore the throb of your chest, you would have seen the smile. The one that Jasper only reserved for you.

“Well then, after you…” Jasper holds open the door, letting you pass before leading you towards his car.

The Cullens were happy when you came around, Alice had told Jasper that he’d find someone eventually. She knew you were coming, but no one knew the effect it would have on him. The way he seemed to control himself, he didn’t feel like a runaway train anymore. The way Jasper seemed to smile more often, especially when he spoke of you.

“Y/N!” Esme exclaims as you enter the Cullen home, embracing you close as she smiles brightly. She always seemed so excited to see you, more than the others—what you didn’t know, was she had wished more than anything for Jasper to have someone. They all had their person, and well, finding you just fit into the puzzle so well. “Oh it’s so good to see you.”

You follow after her, Jasper watching as you go before heading into the living room. While he knew you’d be preoccupied for the time being, he couldn’t help, but sit in a spot where he could see you.

Today you seemed extra beautiful, not just beautiful—ravishing. You weren’t doing anything different, but something about the way you were looking at him earlier. If he were human, his heart would have been racing and his breath caught up.

What did you look like naked? The thought caught him off guard, it piqued his interest as he admired you from afar. Jasper did his best to not rush into things, to let you take the lead when it came to your relationship.

Did you have any birthmarks? He wondered how long it would take to count every freckle and mark upon your skin, if he could kiss each and every one. He’d even been in the room with you before, when you decided to stay over and you changed into some of his clothes. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

You could feel his eyes on you, even from across the room. Even as Esme spoke to you so earnestly about something, you glanced over.

Jasper seemed to be looking at you, but also into you—you could feel the intensity. The sensation of him, again thoughts from class came to mind.

What would it feel like to be between a wall and his body? You purse your lips, trying not to linger on the thought—but they seem to always come in twos. And if you were, what would he do? God you wanted to know so bad… To feel what it felt like to be under him, pleading with him to take you right there.

“That’s it!” Jasper moves quickly as Edward appears at the bottom of the stairs, “You two need to go!” It wasn’t angry, but Jasper was at your side.

“Edward?! What’s wrong?”

“These two! They need to go, I can’t take another minute of them having mind sex.”

Your eyes widen, looking over at Jasper who seems to be looking everywhere except at you.

“You could just—not read our minds?” Edward shakes his head at your assertion, pushing you both towards the door.

“Nope. Your thoughts are too loud to just ignore.”

“I-” Edward gives a final shove out the door, as you bump into Jasper. Feeling his hand brace against your waist, steadying you as the mind reader gives a smile.

“Go to their house. And, think whatever thoughts you want. Just not here.” The door shuts and you look over at Jasper, then away as quickly as possible. Cheeks flushed warm.

Perhaps you should have saw that coming, Edward practically avoided you like a plague when you were over.

“So mind sex, huh?” You groan, glancing up at Jasper—the playfulness of his tone suppressing the obvious curiosity you note in his eyes.

“It takes two…” His smile broadens as he unlocks the car door, “Two people.”

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.

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“Whatever you say, darlin’…”

[aurelientrader]

Auri glared intently at Juneau, if only for the sake of Olewyn, "Stealth is not her game and I'd rather avoid a fight if I can," he'd come to help with the other elvhen of Avalon, but that didn't mean he was going to break a sweat if the silver elvhen could help it. "Though, you're free to try and spar with her upon our return," snarked with a pleased smile, the expression soon faded at Juneau's insistence for the herb.

"That's apart of your definition for the term," crossly, their arms crossed too as they looked out at the darkened path before them. About to continue on the path, Auri heard the distinct rustle of her backpack hitting the dirt and Juneau inevitably rooting through its contents. A deep sigh escaped the elvhen, for what he thought was a waste of time, was something that could go much faster if he, unfortunately, aided her. "Be quick and be mindful," the latter stated after Auri did a quick visual assessment of the area, the herb was positioned down a rather awkward dip in the terrain and he merely hoped she was agile enough to make the descent and the return.

“If she’s bad at fighting you can just say that,” Juneau responded. She herself had admitted as much to several people before–Alder and Lothar who both tried to help her learn to defend herself with an axe, Thora who had perhaps rightfully labeled her a snivelling coward. It would take all types of skills and roles to stave off the Dark Spawn for as long as possible. But that wouldn’t stop her from barbing at Auri for the time being. 

“Well, we have to get it,” Juneau said bossily when Auri repeated the name of the herb. Her brow furrowed when he discussed focusing specifically on their objective. “We’re scouting–part of scouting is cultivating anything useful we find. Vitaliathorn is about the most useful thing we could hope to find out here.” She was being argumentative, but she felt strongly about her position on the matter. With any luck, or perhaps the guidance of the right druid, if she was able to dig the plant up roots and all they might even be able to propagate it. She pulled her day pack off her shoulder, her mind made up, and began to root through it for anything of use. Her mind was made up. “We’re not leaving it behind.”

[loudclan-clangen]

So, here is the pitch:

AU where Siltsplash finds out they are pregnant around the same moon that Eklutna gives birth to the boys. (Rather than an AU where Owl doesn’t cheat because then we wouldn’t have Song, Dance, or Dash and that won’t do)

It makes the betrayal even worse because it’s even more pointless since they were going to give Owl an heir.

Anyway, meet Spindlekit

She will eventually go blind I imagine, but if Owlstar suggest she retire she tells him that he should retire for being old lmao.

Warrior name is open to suggestion

I love her and I’m so mad that she doesn’t exist now.

The fact that Song doesn’t have a little sister is a CRIME. This is what he was born to do.

Not only am I okay with it, I would love to see it!

You are so right, here's a flashback that was cut for time from Moon 28:

Erminepaw has had a crush on Songpaw since they were in the nursery together, he just never called attention to it. He honestly probably doesn't even register that it is a crush, he's doing that thing that kids do where they're like this is my best friend, of course I want to marry him that's how everyone feels about their best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary here! Just my best friend that I must be holding hands with at all times for best friend reasons!

Yes! This is Fox----, he has been causing problems since the literal day he was born. You've met both of his parents, but I would be a little bit surprised if you guessed them correctly. Parental drama is kinda part of his whole deal. He's one of the first 3rd generation cats born in Loudclan.

I have SO much advice, about the images, the recommended size is 1280 x 1920 pixels, that's always a little too short for my panels, so I try to aim for 1280 x 2000 - 3000. It still deteriorates them a little bit, but people can always click on them for better quality. Bigger text and variation in values also help for readability regardless of size. (value meaning how light or dark a color is. if you want something to stand out it's more important to change the value than it is to change the hue generally speaking.) As for grabbing attention, I would recommend making sure that the image you're trying to show is visible above the cut off for longer posts, posts with only text visible are a lot less likely to get interaction. That being said, the most important thing for the longevity of your blog is making sure that it's something you are doing for yourself. There's nothing wrong with liking when your posts get attention, but it's not likely to happen for a long while (I think moon 5 was the first time I got double digit likes which was three months after I started.) I appreciate all of the love that Loudclan gets now, but if I had started with that as the goal I never would have been able to reach the point of it happening. (I actually started posting Loudclan with the intention of proving to myself once and for all that posting art was not a viable endeavor for me, so... I'll consider that a successful failure!)

You CANNOT DO THIS to me anon- "the canadian city"- YOU MEAN JUNEAU? YOU MEAN THE CAPITAL OF ALASKA JUNEAU?!?! JUNEAU?!?! CANADIAN?!?! When I catch you anon- anon when I catch you-

Come here, anon. I just want to talk. I just want to have a word with you.

[heroic-ignus]

Closed: @vuldak-juneau

Location: At the woods of the Queenlands.

It had been long since The Hero taught another, it was something he hardly ever did in life, only few had been apprentices to his sword and some of them even went on to become powerful people, but there was a reason for him not to teach: he was harsh and his talents had shown at a young age, so he couldn't lower his bar for those who did not match his expectations. That wasn't a quality, it was more like a flaw of his, and he knew that all too well, but he never cared to change, it was something that pushed those who wished to follow the blade away from him and that was good since he didn't want others to get too close.

Alder had his arms crossed in front of his chest, his mind focused on what he had planned for today, and it was only when he felt the other Vuldak's presence that he was brought back to the real world outside his mind. "I noticed last time, in our mission, that you had good awareness of your surroundings." He started with his back still towards her, then he turned around, releasing his arms as he led a hand to the hilt of his sword, sliding his fingers towards the sheathe and undoing the clip on his belt, as he walked towards the girl. It'd been long, but his eyes had never been sharper. "I believe you have potential." And he needed her to become even stronger, to lead a life of comfort when he was gone. He threw his sword to the side, grabbing two sticks from the ground and offering one of them to Juneau. "Do you want to become stronger?"