#moanailiki

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enters the room on a hoverboard and blasts darude sanstorm and kazoos

if you didn’t think I’d reply with this u don’t know me well enough

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@moanaialiki  [cont.]

Elayah stared at her for a second, the brief surge of panic at the girl’s appearance turning into confusion. She glanced down at herself. The water wasn’t very clear today, and she was only visible from the shoulders up, her hair floating lazily on the surface behind her. 

Maybe the girl hadn’t seen her tail, as Elayah had initially thought? Maybe she thought Elayah was just an ordinary girl out for an early morning swim?

‘It’s not-- I just thought-- You--’ She smiled brightly. The kind of smile that was obviously trying too hard to look casual. She was unable to lie, which made the situation even more awkward. ‘Never mind.’

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📱 — shit guys welcome to all my new followers! Most of which I think came from @moanaialiki so I guess that means I’m mooching off your fame Monie ✌️😎 thanks. Finally my friendship with u is paying off

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— ❋ @moanaialiki ;; duality

        The years had not been kind to the Bengals. After the uprising and the death of his Father, Caspian had been the one to gain the throne, much to many of his people’s disliking. The falling out between species widened and soon there were a host of clans. The Bengals, unfortunately, were sold out by other breeds to the humans. Poaching ensued, and it wasn’t long before the entire species was reduced to a small group of mere hundreds. He had watched many Tigers die –– falling into the forgotten land of humans where their furs would draped around great kings and wealthy men as if they could rob the royalty from Bengal veins. There was a reason the Bengals were called Royal even on human tongues. History denoted that the Bengals had the most amount of royal bloodlines in the history of not only India, but most of the world –– both human and mythical.

        Even after all these years, Caspian was still considered King. But it had been so long since he'd had anyone to rule that there was hardly any worth in mentioning it. 

        Ancient Indian was long gone. Humans had changed and as had the face of the planet. There was no sanctuary for him anywhere save for the Jungles or the streets of India. Humans were not something he enjoyed being around. Living in a human skin in human society was hard when you were a creature that never died. So he lived 100 years as a human, and another 100 as a tiger. On and off for many millennia –– someone reduced to the need to split himself into half of what his true nature was. Never feeling complete in either state. He grew tired, and eventually this constant duality was something he decided to shed. He simply stopped going back to the humans. He would remain as a tiger until death finally came for his immortal soul.

        Thousands of years as a Tiger left him fit and all too animal. He had forgotten his other half far too quickly, and at this rate he didn’t think he would be getting it back. 

        Heavy paws stalked along the jungle floors with a grace and power that even the untrained eye could see. He was quiet as the sun burned against his fiery fur and warmed him to the core. The deer had moved on from this spot, and he knew he would need to make the trek soon to reach them and fill his belly. His nose was turned towards the north with the intent to follow the tracks as shoulders creaked with effort to haul his large body towards the nearest resting place. He had heard water close by and decided to take his thirsty mouth there. Perhaps a nice bath would recharge him as well.    

        And when he stepped into the water, tongue lapping lazily as he lowered himself into the small stream, the wind turned and he caught the scent of something long ago lost to him. Human. His ears flickered backwards. His lips curled into a hefty snarl as a growl hissed past his dagger like teeth. His wounded shoulder twitched with the memory of those poachers. Their shiny guns and thunderous shouting always proved to be the stuff of nightmares. In the end he did not regret devouring the man who shot him. 

        But this human’s scent was faint and unassualting. He could taste it on his tongue but it was so faint he was surprised he had even caught it and remembered what creature it belonged to. He doubted there were many of them. 

        So he stood from his brief bath and quick drink and padded towards the village. He remembers this village. It is old and at one time he had spent a human life in it. Long ago it had been abandoned, he had thought. He wonders what humans had come to find it. Maybe a curious child too foolish to think of predators lurking. 

        He comes to the edge of the village, hidden beneath the twisting trees and the stone walls of the old temple at it’s end. He had always been religious. His culture thrived on it. But the hollowness of the temple had left him feeling as if they shared something. Immortality was no gift. Caspian’s soul felt as weathered as the temple’s stone window through which he watches this small home. Golden gaze is burning with curiosity as he searches for the source of that pungent human smell.     

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🍭

SEND ME A 🍭 AND I’LL TAG A BLOG AND GIVE THEM SOME LOVESEND ME A 🍬 WITH A URL AND I’LL GIVE THEM SOME LOVE

@moanaialiki​ / @furaised​ / @beignetcrowned​               Honestly I adore Monie so much. She’s always so passionate about her characters and I think that’s something that often goes under noticed in the community. Her drive and love for her characters is awe inspiring. Not to mention she’s a phenomenal writer with wonderful creativity. I mean if you follow me you’ve no doubt seen the crack me and her do and it’s fucking awesome!!!

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@moanaialiki replied to your post: okay but……. like not to be………. anti-canon or...

im a big bad canon here to fuk shit up

monie u know i ( slightly ) love ur canon but.......................... can u pls get off my posts. i would hate to block you.

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— ❋ @moanaialiki ;; new roommate. 

        ❝ Okay, before you say anything–– ❞ Never really a good way to welcome your girlfriend into your home. Especially when you’re peaking at her through the door, keeping it relatively closed so she can’t see past you into the house. His expression reads guilt, but certainly not regret, even as he turns and looks back over his shoulder. ❝ –– You remember that little girl from the shelter? The one I told you I was playing cards with, who’s mother came to the shelter every now and then? ❞

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❋ @moanaialiki ❋ @godschose ❋ @entirelyqualified ❋ @advrn ❋  

Each and every one of you has breathed a unique life into your character. You have shaped and molded them into something more than what we had originally been given from their canon works. While staying “true” to canon seems to be something everyone strives for, I personal have always admired those who go beyond canon. Those who add things, develop things, put things into a character that was not there before. 

Give them life, give them personalities more diverse and complex. All of you have taken a canon character and made them their own. In my honest opinion you all have crafted canon characters better than their originals. More depth, more power, more detail, more life. 

I have never been one to dabble with Canon characters thanks to rough past experiences, but you four are the exception to such a rule. Thank you for showing me the positive side of canon characters. Thank you for not being elitist and conforming. Thank you for being open, caring. Thank you for being so accepting and wonderful –– this dash wouldn’t be the same without you.