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[Bluemelons]

Large paws touched the ground softly, her long matted tail dragging against the light earth with feathered wings neatly held against her side. The air was cool, and trees were thin and frail with evidence of their previous glory crumpled at the base. She could feel the wind push through her fur and feathers, her mane tossed to and fro as the comforting scent of her birth place hit the back of her throat. Mission hadn't returned to that territory in a long time, she refused to admit that she missed the familiar sight of the rose drooping beneath the overhanging rock, or the cherry blossoms that used to bloom brightly in the sunlight, the crystal clear springs that she would splash in as a child. Yes, she missed her home. It had changed so much since she had last returned, the earth was barren and disrupted as the rest of Novis was but it still smelt like home and the presence of the clan and pride living together was not forgotten even with the recent state of the earth.

Part of her regretted leaving Meurtrier, although she had returned the bloodbeast had missed so much that it was hard to catch up on. Though she had stories of her own, during her time gone she became a warrior, a leader and a mother to many cubs. She was satisfied with her life, but part of her yearned to raise a new family here in her birthplace and in her original pride. She was a descendant of the dignified Donovan line, their blood ruled over the Meurtrier prides history, she remembered the tales Teival told of her grandmother. How the vicious lion raised multiple cubs and remained feared alongside Dante, yes, the stories of the deceased inspired that large cat like beast. Mission wanted to prove her loyalty and worth to the pride by not only giving them new members but dying for them if she needed to. But she wasn't planning on that happening anytime soon of course, she may be the youngest but she will not submit to the icy claws of death until every bone in her body creeks and breaks with each step - she was a warrior, not a flimsy kitten.

Her powerful wings spread, loose crimson feathers floating down gently to the ground as the muscles pulled the feathered extension forward and down, heaving her body skyward with practiced ease. She  balanced her body neatly in the air with her neck extended forward slightly and her back with a slight curve with fore paws tucked neatly close to her chest with hind legs extended backwards along with her black tail which was held elegantly in a straight line. She was well balanced and her wings barely moved giving the vague illusion of her floating. She landed with a burst of wind at her paws created by her wings as she landed on one of the many high rocks that littered the territory. Her wings folding back into place and large white claws slid through padded paws and into the jagged cracks of the rock to keep her grip. She wasn't in any real danger - if she fell she could break her fall with her wings, but Mission wasn't taking any chance. Even with Novis being half destroyed she refused to loose her usual appearance of a graceful lion from a powerful line. Missions mere appearance demanded respect - though few rarely gave it to her. She wasn't the royalty that she believed she was. Sitting down with claws still digging into the rock, the elegant bloodbeast wondered if anyone else would be visiting the changed land of Shadowvedlt. Coiling her tail around her legs to protect herself from the wind, she watched over the land with a dignified stare.

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