Disciple goes back to nature

[feralfanatic]

Who: The Disciple and Whoever
When: Throughout the Curse Week
Where: Around the bubble, or Island
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: Open

[Throughout the week, those attempting to find or speak with the Disciple may have troubles. Her bedroom lies empty, her SFC discarded, sitting on a table next to her bed. The window appears to have been smashed outward, shards lying on the ground outside. There is a fair amount of olive-colored blood immediately outside the window, but it quickly stops as it trails off into the city proper; almost too quickly.]

[It seems for this curse Disciple has lost as lost her culture and regressed back to her near feral state of her first arrival. In return she has gained something of a regeneration ability, and can recover from some pretty grievous wounds. She can be found throughout the bubble, and eventually the island, once she finds her way up there. She is avoiding large crowds of people, and loud noises. Who even knows what she will or will not remember from her time in Vatheon?]

[Those who know here might know where to start looking for her, those who do not might end up stumbling upon a near-feral half-naked adult Troll as she tries to avoid the more 'busy' parts of a civilized world that is bright and confusing.]

(OOC:Feel free to encounter her wherever, and however you want. She will be all over the place. Woods, Back alleys, anywhere on the Island. The one place she will avoid above all others is the Plaza, however. Way too busy. Message me if you want to set up anything in particular)

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[littleboytrap]

[Czeslaw has forgotten the rules of immortality for the week, but has gained the confidence to explore without fear. He has come up to the Island to explore, though to be honest, natural environments aren't his strong suit.

He encounters the troll suddenly and pauses, eyes wide. He's seen a few trolls already, but none quite like this]

Are you all right, uh...miss? [Blushing, he looks away from her half-naked state]

[feralfanatic]

[Everything seemed much better up here. So much more open. Finally making it back up the elevator to actual wilderness had taken her awhile, but she had finally made it. To the trees; to safety. Yet even here, reminders that she was not back home hounded her. One of which just stumbled upon her.]

[The other races were probably the part that unsettled her the most about this place. The trees were different, yes, as were the beasts that dwelled in them, but it was the other sentient beings that really made her feel out of place. The one that stumbled upon her seemed to be one of the pink-skinned race known as 'humans', and it was talking to her. They were not a great threat, but she was still wary.]

[She takes a step back from it, her stance dropping into what might be either fight or flight. She would respond, she knew words after all, she used to know so very many, but circumstances had changed and so did she, and speaking coherently had grown difficult. The troll cocks her head slightly at the human's question.]

Saffe... Yes. Trees...

[littleboytrap]

[He stiffens as she steps back, eyes widening a little]

Trees? Um. I hope I didn't scare you...

[feralfanatic]

Nooo. Fiiine.

[After continuing to examine the interloper for a few more moments, she ultimately decides that he is not a threat. She relaxes out of her guarded stance in response. She sniffs at the air for a second, her head darting to the right as she examines some real or imagined threat. This too she discards and resumes curiously examining the human.]

[bestestfurrend]

[It's no unusual thing for Nepeta to stop by Disciple's hive - a daily occurrence, almost, for her to see her beloved Mamacat and snuggle her darling kittens, and then they'd have some tea together or go out to play a while.

So when she goes by and scents blood she's immediately on the alert. She knows Disciple's scent as well as her own, so after quickly checking on Pounce and Leap and making sure they're okay she hurries off, following the trail even when the blood can no longer be seen. She has to find her!]

[feralfanatic]

[Pounce and Leap are quite fine, sleeping in a bundle laying on top of one another. Nothing really seems out of place, except of that of the destroyed window, and the misplaced SFC.]

[The scent of blood leads towards the outskirts of the bubble city, leading vaguely in the direction of the underwater section of woods. The smell of blood dies off quickly, far too quickly for the damage that seemingly was inflicted by the shattering glass. Fortunately, Nepeta was an ace hunter like Disciple and she would able to pick out the smell of the elder oliveblood, even without the scent shed blood. One of the small blessings of her avoiding large groupings of people was that she did not give an opportunity for her scent to be lost in chaos.]

[The path was roundabout, even doubling back on itself a couple times, but it eventually leads, as expected, to the woods. Disciple seemed to be making for her emergency warren which was hidden in the roots of a tree, and surrounded by small bushes. It was disguised perfectly, and a normal person would easily miss the entrance which led down under the roots. Judging by scent, and faint sounds of movement, Disciple seemed to be down there right now, or at least something was.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta feels slightly relieved when the trail finally leads to someplace she knows that Disciple tends to retreat to at times - if she's gone somewhere familiar then at least she has to be relatively okay, right?

Perhaps she's being optimistic, but she can't bear to think of anything too bad having happened to her ancestor.]

Mama?

[She sniffs again, scrabbling at the entrance, making sure that Disciple has good warning that someone is there, and that that someone is her. Surprising another troll is never a good idea.]

Mama! Are you there? It's me.

[feralfanatic]

[Slowly, carefully, the shape emerges from the burrow, it's head slowly poking through the bushes. It stops to take in the scent of the interloper, and as it does Nepeta herself will recognize the scent even better, it is definitely Disciple. After testing the air, she pokes her head through the bushes, stopping when she sees the little oliveblood before her. Savage eyes gauge Nepeta for a long moment, before opening wide in apparent recognition.]

...Kit!

[The elder oliveblood fully leaves the burrow, heading for Nepeta with a strange loping gait. Once she gets to her, she nuzzles protectively against her.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Once she's sure who it is who's approaching her, Nepeta relaxes, waiting for Disciple to come to her and allowing herself to be nuzzled on. She might be acting strange, but Nepeta has seen the many effects of the curse so far and is willing to go along with whatever might be happening here.]

Hi, Mama. Are you okay?

[She adds a comforting purr to the end of the question, licking Disciple's cheek affectionately.]

Same icon is too perfect >.>

[feralfanatic]

Okaaaay. Yess. Scared... Safe.

[Everything was a chaotic jumble in her head, so trying to find words amongst all the sensory input, and instinctual drives was rather difficult. Even trying to think straight was an exercise in futility. She knew Nepeta was hers, She was her guardian, her acting custodian. So she must keep her safe. Out in the open was not safe.]

[She reponds with a few more nuzzles in response to the purrs and lick, and then proceeds to reach behind Nepeta and grab her by the scruff of the neck, mostly getting shirt and trench-coat. Daughter obtained, she starts to make her way back to the safety of the warren.]

omg yes

[bestestfurrend]

That's right, you're safe now...

[She is very happy to let Disciple coddle and fuss over her, especially since it seems to reassure her mamacat as well. She does, however, let out a kitten-like squeak when she's scooped up that way, but after a moment of flailing she obediently lets herself be carted around.

It's a kitten's life.]

[wavesofjade]

[It's the smell of blood that wakes her on the first day of the week, and the fear that strikes her when she finds its source is only tempered by the fact that she knows how well the oliveblood can take care of herself, and there isn't enough blood to be from a fatal wound.

Though the visible trail fades she can follow the scent of it, and eventually, she finds herself on the island. It's harder to follow the trail up here, and it's with determination that she continues trying to track Disciple down, but pure luck that she finds her at all.

She sees a dark shape moving in the trees ahead of her, a wild mess of hair that she recognises immediately, and she stops, narrowing her eyes faintly.]

... Disciple? It's only me, little one.

[feralfanatic]

[The faint shape starts at her voice, disappearing into a small copse of trees nearby her. There is a second of rustling, after which Dolorosa might be able to make out the two savage eyes watching her warily from her arboreal hiding spot. There are no obvious signs of her recognition, at least not immediately.]

[wavesofjade]

[She hesitates when she spots those eyes watching her, and slowly crouches down, one hand against a tree for balance.]

... Disciple? Come on out, little one.. you don't need to be afraid.

[feralfanatic]

[Then the recognition hits the oliveblood's features all at once. She takes a few tentative steps out from her hiding spot, judging it to be safe. With a quick glance around to ensure there was nothing else nearby, she lopes over the jadeblood with an odd hunched gait.]

...Rosa! Safe.

[She does not hesitate to to that strange walk right up to the Dolorosa and nuzzle her head against her.]

[wavesofjade]

[So, that was what had been taken from her. The Dolorosa is only glad that she's still able to recognise her. She runs her fingers over the oliveblood's head and sits back against the nearby tree, carefully looking her over for any injury she might have sustained out here.]

Yes, it's safe. Are you hurt?

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple accepts Dolorosa's touch quite readily, going so far as to leaning into her hand. Though the question elicits something of a puzzle look from the oliveblood.]

Not hurrt, yess.

[Part of her clothing is rather torn up, most noticeably her sleeves. Whats left of the black clothing is tattered and off-colored by the very obvious presence of olive blood. Her wrists and forearms must be torn terribly, yet upon closer inspection by the jadeblood her skin is practically perfect, almost no sign of imperfection.]

[wavesofjade]

[She inspects as closely as she's able, and though she can see where the wounds must have been, there's clearly nothing there now. That's enough to satisfy her for the moment, and though she doesn't entirely understand why, she can surmise well enough that Disciple has reverted to a more feral state.

At least she's alright, though. That's the important thing right now.]

Good.. [Her voice is kept soft.] You had me worried about you.

[aim_exorable]

[It's not a good sign when he sees the blood, and Darkleer nearly has a heart attack right then and there in worry. Everything else is put on hold as he sends out his robots and, of course, himself in a desperate search to find her. His body is old and tires quicker than he would like, but he's long decided it doesn't matter.]

[With her state, perhaps it is for the best that it's him and not one of his robots that finds her in the forest, and he nearly collapses on the grass. He's seen her like this before, so he just tries to give a strained smile and pulls out the large cat plush from his sylladex.]

Disciple. Come here, Disciple. It's alright.

[feralfanatic]

[A familiar voice.]

[The hunched shape of the Disciple stops in its tracks, her head swiveling to stare at the source of the spoken words. Bestial eyes take a long couple seconds to consider the form of the blueblood, standing there holding a large stuffed object. Which... was familiar somehow, as was the blueblood.]

[Finally, through the murk and mire of her feral mind, a look of surprised familiarity comes to the eyes of the savage oliveblood, as does a faint smile on her face.]

Moi... Moirail.

[Her low-lying form lopes over to him in an odd four-legged gait. Arriving next to him, Disciple nuzzles her head into his leg.]

Mine.

[aim_exorable]

Oh dear...

[She's reverted. That much is plain to see. He kneels down as she comes to him, his hand shakily going through her hair.]

That's right, I'm yours, I'm your moirail. [The plush is set on the ground as he tries to coax her to it.] Everything's going to be alright. Are you alright?

[feralfanatic]

Fiine. Good, yes. City... loud. Scary. Not stay.

[Her brow furrowed intensely as she spoke, it was damned difficult to try and remember words that refused to come to her. She will follow his coaxing, now that she felt safe in his presence. The fluff was comforting and strangely familiar.]

[aim_exorable]

Well, you don't have to stay in the city proper if you don't want to.

[He settles down besides her, daring to gently stroke her hair and pap her face.]

We'll find you somewhere quiet, alright? You'll be fine. I'm here.

[feralfanatic]

[She recognized Darkleer certainly, that much was certain. She was a little fuzzy on the details, because her mind was a chaotic mash of over-saturated sensory input that she had not had to deal with in over a year. He was safe, he was her moirail, she just could not remember fully how, at the moment.]

Yesss... good. Darrrkleerrr. Safe.

[She leans into his ministrations, enjoying the comfort of having another. Her means of showing thanks is to lick and then nuzzle into his cheek.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh. Well. It's not the first time he's been licked, thanks to Summoner's animal habits, really. He awkwardly continues petting her hair.]

Why don't we take you to Lysunder's hive? It's away from others, you'll be safe there.