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There were many things in this world he adored. One of these things was the soft, comforting scent of petrichor: an aroma compiled of many different things but in the end meant home. Lotus Pier always smelled of petrichor, whether the rains had fallen recently or not. It was the waters that surrounded the land, Stygian figured, that made it smell the way it did. He wouldnβt change it for anything, however; Lotus Pier was, and would always be, his safe haven.
He hadnβt been back to Lotus Pier in several moons. Gazing out at the landscape that was SwiftClanβs territory now that they had moved, yet again, away from the places that the great sects heβd come to know and associate with called home, Stygian felt a clench around his heart, as though something had a vice like grip on it.
He inhaled a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying his best to picture that petrichor scent of home.
Post by biyuu β彑 on Jan 10, 2021 7:12:27 GMT -5
Though SwiftClan was a Clan comprised mostly of wandering strangers, their bonds were more tight-knit than any family Cradlegrave had ever seen. He'd once thought that degree of closeness to be somewhat sickening, a cage that held him captive; it felt less alien now that he'd spent a few good moons in the Clan and built up connections, but the fine art of small talk and conversation starters still eluded him. All that would change, he hoped, if he just kept working at it.
"Homesick?" he asked, padding up to Stygian with a twitch of his whiskers. "I think a lot of us are feelin' that way, here in Swift. Myself included, sometimes."
The black tom turned his silver gaze to the deputy, his distant, somber expression melting away to the usual sparkle in his eye and small, sweet smile. He didnβt say what he so desired to: Lotus Pier was different from anything SwiftClan might have been used to. Lotus Pier was more than a home they couldnβt return to; to the Jiang sect, Lotus Pier was a symbol of perseverance and strength. Having been driven out of their home twice now, one such time occurring shortly after they first joined SwiftClan, it was a melancholy he couldnβt quite put words to.
βOf course.β He acquiesced instead, briefly allowing guilt to wash over him like an ice bath. Everyone is suffering, not just me. βWhere did you come from? Before?β
He hadnβt seen the tom around much before, not that that was particularly surprising β they were nomads after all, they kept their distance despite their unity β and he was always curious about others, always tempted to pick them apart and peel the layers back until he got to the heart of them. His adoptive brother called it obnoxious and nosy. His best friend called it curiosity. He called it a need to never be taken advantage of again.
Post by biyuu β彑 on Jan 17, 2021 17:54:56 GMT -5
βOut west,β he replied. The Cradlegrave from when heβd first signed up with SwiftClan wouldβve reacted poorly to that question, speaking only a few words before clamming up and potentially driving the other tom away. He wouldnβt have understood why it made him come off as standoffish to others either, but as the moons had passed and heβd been surrounded by others, heβd started to see the importance of healthy socialisation, despite how desperately heβd tried to avoid it. SwiftClan would be moving soon, and perhaps what they needed to come out of the move intact was trust and transparency with each other.
The problem was that heβd also started inner monologue-ing a lot more, and sometimes he would clam up even when thinking about how important it was to do the exact opposite. Like right now, you rawheel.
"A settlement in a desert out west," he elaborated, "but it ain't there no more. Obviously. 'Cause if it was then I would still be--you know what I mean. How about you?"
