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[ Rune, the boyar of BrookClan, has spent his life lonely but keeping his loneliness locked in a cage in the shadowy recesses of his mind. He has his duty to uphold, his honor to maintain, and his heart to keep free of cracks and breaks. But love is unpredictable and comes when we least expect it. What happens when the white tom finds himself at a crossroads, facing two unrequited crushes?
NOTE: Rune is gay, so if you want to head down the road of a fling in this thread, keep that in mind. If you aren't comfortable or have no experience in playing slash pairings, feel free to reply with a character that could be a friend or foe. ]
The boyar walked through the Monarchy's encampment, gazing around himself at the pairings that sat or strolled alongside one another. They all seemed so happy in their own worlds, unaware of his envious gaze. He tried to keep his green eyes empty of emotion but at times it was difficult; during the day it was manageable, an ache in his heart here or there when he saw the happiness in others that he himself couldn't possess, but at night... that's when it became the hardest to endure. He found himself staying awake until the wee hours of morning, daydreaming of a life where he could have someone at his side who would care and love him for who he was, instead of what title he bore.
He resisted the urge to sigh and continued on his way, sending a smile to the passersby who gave him a nod of respect.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 13, 2019 12:44:39 GMT -5
Killian was an odd sort of cat, and one who often felt out of place in society. He'd never felt right at birth, being called Lillian, and quickly, the tom had expressed this desire, changed his name, and that was the end of the story, right? Well, sort of. His family was supportive, as was BrookClan as a whole. However, he still felt off. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could hear his high voice, feel his stature lower than that of the other toms, knew he had the wrong anatomy.. He truly did wonder if he'd find any sort of tom who would accept that sometimes. A few moons ago at the party Kerrigan had disappeared at, he thought he had found someone like that, but it was all temporary. He couldn't pursue it, and it would have been dangerous of him to.
So, the Dvorayne was rather lonely after all. He wandered throughout the camp, tail twitching to acknowledge those who called out to him. When he noticed the Boyar nearby, however, he paused, tail twitching a greeting first. "Hello, Rune." The Bengal greeted. He really hadn't talked with the tom much, and as such, didn't know too much about him.
Rune didn't know much about the Sterling house member, admittedly. He'd seen the tom around every now and then, but other than the occasional passing greeting or glance, they hadn't interacted at all. To be approached on a whim was honestly surprising though he was internally pleased; it showed him that Killian was making progress with socializing with others and he, himself, would have some sort of connection to the tom. Only time would tell what that connection would be, though.
"Killian." He nodded his head and stepped forward. "How are you doing today?" He glanced around them. "The weather's looking surprisingly lush for the usual rain and grey."
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 20, 2019 18:53:42 GMT -5
Killian let out a light laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a slight smile, though initially, one might wonder why. "I wouldn't know how anything looks, Rune." The Dvorayne mused, blinking slowly. It had likely been that the other tom meant nothing by it, and the mossy eyed cat clearly took it as such, but he was very much blind. It was something that ran in the Sterling family line, and numerous cats in the line had been born that way, his great grandmother, Silentheart, included. "I do concede the weather has been nicer as of late, though. Rain is rather annoying to deal with when trying to hunt."
That half-smile still on his face, he continued on with ease. "But I'm well enough. How about you? I hope you're not being worked too hard."
"Ah... yes, I can see why." Rather than pause on the unintended pun, he tilted his head, surveying the other tom. Perhaps it was because the other had nothing to miss and thus didn't miss it in the first place, but he often wondered how felines such as the Dvoryane in front of him could continue to maintain an air of peace and happiness when they were at such a disadvantage. It concerned him immensely, but even he had to admit that his clanmate was more than capable of defending himself and had proven himself to be quite the able hunter. His words turned to ash on his tongue. "No, not at all, it seems that since I was promoted I have more time than when I was a voiny." He chuckled. "Funny how things can flip like that." He padded forward. "It is a nice day today, though. Care to join me on a stroll?"
Post by Honeystorm on May 31, 2019 21:32:05 GMT -5
Peace and happiness. Killian wouldn't necessarily describe his life as such. Rather, it had been quite difficult, the lack of sight the least of his problems compared to the issue of hating his own body. But with others, that was neither here nor there. They accepted him, and that was as much as he would ever ask them to do. In the meantime, he simply wanted to enjoy his life and make others happy, whether that be his family, or BrookClan in general. "Indeed." He agreed. As a Dvorayne, he certainly had much more time than the Voiny, something he knew to appreciate instead of take advantage of. "And I would love to. Do we have any destination in mind, or will we see where our paws take us?"
Rune took a moment to think over the question, mind traveling the different paths that they could possibly take before they vanished like a wisp of smoke and he looked at the tom beside him with a smile. "Why don't we see what trouble we can get up to? Just one foot in front of the other." He made sure to demonstrate his point, his strides long and unnatural before he fell into an easy rhythm beside the other Dvoryane. "How is your family?"
