all opinions do not reciprocate with my own, rather just expressing how Monarchmorphean feels. As hinted in the previous sentence; this roleplay is portrayed from the perspective of Monarchmorphean, also referred to as Monnie or Moo. - - - - - - Monarchmorphean would lift faer heavy white eyelashes, the heavy sense of slumber being snuffed out as Monnie would survey faer surrounding features. The fragrance of Corn-snakecatastrophe was evaporated as fae would lay upon his nest, yet the scent of Lilo still hung in the air, a sweet, pampered aroma lingered delicately as Monnie would stand in an upright posture, a wobbling sense of instability striking her directly. A few frames were slumbering, as the maiden assumed it was early dusk, weak waves of warmth filling the maiden's coat. Yet, Magnoliaplight still hadn't made a reoccurrence. It had been just over a moon now, a gathering already elapsed from two days previous, yet Mags wasnt located there either. A fluttering sense of worry would strike Moo's heart, yet she attempted to conquer such swelling emotions. Monarchmorphean would slip out from the warriors' den, hesitating as fae would review the daunting steps, such stone that would defy the gravitational tug that pulled the stubby maiden downwards. Each hovering leap fae seemed to take would pain her joints, shock faer muscles. In response, Monnie would plummet down, swiftly leaping from such grey substance, before grimacing when she had reached the bottom. After reaching the rough stone flooring of camp, the maiden would swiftly leave such clearing, immediately greeted by the ebony skies, and beyond that; the crested moon. Monarchmorphean’s assumption to early dusk was wrong, yet fae paid little notice to such incorrectness. ||’ “ Mags? “ ‘|| Moo would call in a sense of desperation, greeted by a blank response, something that she knew before the action was made. If Mags /wanted/ to be found, of course they would be, it was as simple as that. Whatever that she-cat put their mind to, it always seemed to materialize, yet it was the opposing matter for Monnie. Breathing in a shaky sigh, Monnie crouched down upon the cool grains of sand, faer frame trembling with heavy efforts. Of course Mags was dead, it was only fitting for Moo to loose /everything./ ||’ “ If only you said that you loved me one last time. “ ‘|| Monnie would state in a shaky manner, wailing the words afterwards. Fae had lost her mother, faer best friend, another friend, and her other mother and brother went MIA on her. I mean, at least Gracebrontide came back into faer life, but it left a searing crack within her. It brought faer anxiety and stress~ too much for that matter. Monnie never moved from the spot within the desert, it was too /difficult/ to move. Fae didn’t sleep nor stay within consciousness, only drifting within her mind. And that was all, until a burst of light filtered through - - - - - - i wonder what the burst of light was mwhahah
condensed version; Having no information of Magnoliaplight's departure, Monnie assumes Mags had fallen victim to heat stroke in the desert, as the maiden hadn't seen faer sister in over a moon. In response the maiden breaks down and closes faerself up. --> effects; extreme anxiety, depression, and psychosis ^ | this stuff is for Jules to review, as to if I am in the clear to research such things! </33
