A Rogue Named Maker (Jump in, semi to fully literate, please)

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    "I was a Roman soldier, battle hardened, tough, and mean. Conscripted in the most feared ranks the world has ever seen."


    "I killed and maimed and tortured, many men in battle dress, beating worthless criminals, for all their wickedness."


    "Blood and bruise and swelling, my eyes accustomed to. So what they brought before us, a beaten, bloody Jew?"


    "Blasphemy! They charge him. He claims himself a king! The only king is Ceasar, great pain this charge will bring."


    "Religious leaders of the day, his claims they do deny. They scream at us in outrage, they want him crucified."


    "Pilote tries with reasoning, but cannot change their view. He gives him to us soldiers, this simple, beat up Jew."


    "We take him to the courtyard, where we force him down to sit. Brutally, we beat on him. That's just the start of it."


    "Kings display their royalty, from head and shoulders down. Sent one soldier for a robe. To me, assigned the crown."


    Maker etched the poem into the tree, glancing down at his forepaw, heavily scratched and blood red. He sighed and trotted off, leaving a bit of his poem behind him.

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    Of course he had been him who had came upon a mad feline and his ramblings. Reading the poem then rolling his dark eyes, the male raked his own thick claws across the idiotic dribble.









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    {ability to see a spirit - apprentice SC - medium/hard}

    Maker whipped around upon the sound of claws against bark. "What the hell do you think your doing?" The dark tabby snarled, ivories bared and claws extended. He advanced, auds pinned to his skull.

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    "Sorry, were you talking to me?" The massive beast turned at the mad dolt's outburst, easily towering over the small feline. Unsheathing his own claws, the colossal cougar stared at the cat with his dark eyes.









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    [sup]fancypost (c) monster || #dalek
    {ability to see a spirit - apprentice SC - medium/hard}

    Maker, slightly mad in the head, snarled. "Yes! I was! Do you know how long I had to work on that?" He hissed, lashing his tail. The young rogue, though massive for a feral cat, was nothing to this monsterous beast, yet he was the least bit daunted.

    "Dalek, that was rude!" The daughter of Carnivalcorpse frowned, not very pleased with what the cougar of Shadowclan had done. Sure, he was a rouge and all, and shouldn't have been here in the first place, but still, it was obvious it took quite a bit of time. Shifting her gaze at Maker, her lips curled backwards and let out a growl. At only three months old, the young pup already knew about rouges and how inappropriate they could act sometimes. "What are you doing on our land, though?" Kaiba was curious as to why he hadn't noticed their scent lingering on the borders.

    OOC: Oh Mi Gawd! The famous Kaiba! D8 -bows-


    Maker turned his unsteady gaze to look at the young canine mix. "Just re-calling some old memories, I suppose." He mumbled, milky blue gaze turning to the sky.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 400pt; font-size: 8pt;]He didn't understand the poem when he tried to read the writing of the cat but it wasn't nice writing either. The cub had glanced towards the pup who was talking to the male, he trotted forth. "Memories?" He called out.

    Maker glanced at the cub. "Memories, from when I belonged to ShadowClan." The large tom's gaze grew even more hazy, and he rolled his tongue over his lips. "Ah! What a glorious time in my history, 'twas indeed!"