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 Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:12 pm
 "Find her," he said. "Bring her to me, if you can. If she hasn't been molded too softly by her mother. Stay with her for a little while if you must, speak any way you wish to her to get her to mold into a new shape just as I got your mother to if you really must. But if she isn't salvageable and is too far broken, come back with empty paws."This was his mission, and the most important one of his life, possibly. His father did not know of her powers, and depending on how strongly she inherited one parent or the other's natural talents and skills, she could help further her father and their family so much farther. They had no idea what she even looked like, for the most part, and even if she would welcome him in any way, shape, or form, even if he didn't convince her to return with him back to their father. Besides, he was told that he looked very fearsome by many other noodles who rarely were able to even catch a glimpse of him, most likely because of his bloodstains and head covered in a veil of shadow, almost like a black hole, where no light could escape other than a glow of his red eyes. He had no idea how much shadow covered her body, or how "normal" enough she looked. But that wasn't important, for he just had to find her, and he knew he would run into her eventually (as long as she hadn't moved on from her mother's living area) and would easily recognize traits of her in himself and his own father. He didn't know what his mother looked like at all, other than what his father had told him about her. That his mother was completely veiled in shadows; so much so that her body nearly dripped it from her coat, or lack there of a coat. He had made it within the radius of where his mother had resided when his father had met and spawned the two of them with her. Now all he needed to do was track down the noodles nearby until he stumbled across his very own sister, for the first conscious time in his entire life. The only time he was with her was when he was a bowl, and during that time, he was obviously rather unconscious to the entire world.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:57 pm
 Hecate was never allowed outside, but today was an experiment. Since she stole out of the house and met Vanhi her mother had been more receptive to the idea of letting her daughter roam. Besides, Hecate was strong and had her fear liquid, if someone touched her liquid they'd freeze with terror. Hecate could also roast their face, so maybe she wasn't too vulnerable like her mother had thought? Pandora was not okay. She was breaking again. Now no longer raising a small child she had nothing to distract herself from the pain. Fracta tried to help, Apollo and Remedy too, but Pandora's insanity was growing and she was becoming more frightened and paranoid. Hecate watched constantly as her mother would suddenly flinch and grab at her, begging her not to step outside because she saw a shadow or a fire. Pandora wasn't holding together, Fracta had her just barely from breaking completely. Hecate only hoped Fracta could save her. Anger flicked with her stomach, the normally sweet and cheerful girl's face distorting and a flame licking around her jaws. Her father was the reason for all of this. This was why she could not love outside her family. Love was a lie, was it not? Yet... Fracta's was true. Anyone could see that from a mile away. Why else would such an easily irritated woman help a mentally disturbed woman raise a child? Why else would Fracta soothe Pandora when she went into an OCD frenzy? Why else would the light furred demon try and tame the lurking terrors crawling around in Pandora's mind? Yet, such love was rare. Remedy and Apollo were in love. Fracta loved Pandora. But they were her family. Maybe that was what was different? No... No... She wasn't sure. But her fathers influence on her mother frightened her. He broke and took and shattered so much....
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 10:30 pm
"But you are not to harm her, no matter what!" he remembered his father snarl at him. "Don't even touch a hair on her body, with anything of yours! No shadows, no fire, not a claw or tooth!"Ah, he was getting close now. If he didn't scent an unfamiliar Noodle, he felt some unnatural sort of pull on his body, almost seeming to magnetically pull drops of his shadows in a specific direction. Whatever forces of nature it was, he was being called in a way that his body never ever reacted before. This couldn't possibly be any sort of mistake; he was being drawn to either his sister or mother. It just had to be. He followed it through the trees, his eyes darting about as he flared his nostrils to take in as many scents as he can. He followed and followed, focusing on and heightening his senses as he tried to seek this Noodle out. And then, in his vision, he noticed a flame. A flame flickering from a..tail? That could be very possible...he own father had fire on his tail, even on his horns. So then this must be his target? A flicker of his sister? "Hecate?" he called out somewhat softly to her with a rumble in his throat, almost like the rumble of a lion's roar, except much softer in volume. If it was her, she would either reply or simply flee, in which case he would stalk them from the shadows to either confirm or deny that it was in fact his blood.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:16 pm
A voice called her name, an ear flicking upward and head jerking back to greet the name. Who? Her eyes locked onto the one who spoke her name and, within seconds, her heart began to leap. He looked odd. His coat looked vaguely familiar, as if a faint reminder of someone she knew, though the patterns would have thrown her off had she not possessed similar ones. His tail was unfamiliar, as was his jewelry. It was the males face that caused her to stop. They resembled her mothers so well, almost perfectly... And he dripped a liquid shadow similar to Hecate's... The woman stared, finally shaking free from her suspicions and instead flashing a quick, uneasy smile. "Do we know one another?" She was afraid of the answer she may receive. Afraid he could either be no one and just reminding her of bad times, or afraid he could be someone she should fear. Yet, she wasn't one to run.
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