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    [size=16pt]breakingpaw ★[/size]


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    Adjusting to the angel in which his soul was now bound too was, to say in the least, not easy. The creature had a tendency to babble, weaving tales within his mind and offering information concerning the stars, that honestly, he was not all that interested in. Occasionally, he'd be pushed down, a passenger now to the driver who took control without warning. He usually blacked out then, his actions sliding from his mind. Don't worry though, he never did anything horrible.


    Now, there was a plus to the presence of Kokabel, he brought along with him abilities. Glorious things that enhanced the serval, helped him reach his full potential. Telepathy was his favorite, and mischief had began to pursue him whenever he used the power. The temptation to peek inside a clanmates head was, unfortunately, much too strong. Breakingpaw was also given molecular manipulation, a power, that, quite frankly, he was weary of using. The pain that came with it was nearly unbearable, and he found himself often cringing when even trying to manipulate the simple particles in a puddle of water. The last of the Angel's gifts was a simple power, one that merely granted him vision into the spiritual world. He had fun with this too, peering, often around, chatting with the dead, scaring NPCs with knowledge of deceased loved ones who were standing right beside him.


    But things weren't so good all the time... As night time swung around, his chest would clench and unclench (or at least it felt that way) over and over and he was sent in an almost paralyzed state of agony. His body and soul were not used to harboring such a powerful figure and needed to adjust, nevertheless, this pain would happen for many moons and even begin to occur during the day. Oh the poor Guard.


    One could easily suspect, that despite the mild side effects, he was happy. That was not the case though. He was still empty, lacking that love, that affection that only Salemtrials could truly deliver. He wanted to mend their relationship so terribly bad, but honestly, he was afraid too. He was afraid of rejection, afraid that, because this was the second time, she was done permanently. The whole mess had reduced him to a trembling, depressed boy, one who regretted his hotheaded and harsh actions and merely wanted a happy life; a fairy tale ending.


    Breakingpaw needed to learn that dreams didn't exactly come true...


    So there the male sat, golden fur shining in the dawn sun, eyes dim, hollow and empty as they had been since he had broken up with her, a frown splayed across his lips and his tail draped over his paws. He wanted to partake in something of productivity, but there was no real passion at the moment, it had been drained, much like his spirit and soul alike. He didn't even know how he was copping anymore or how he hadn't been demoted. It was probably luck, sheer, complete luck.
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    Track, my fingers would probably fall off if I typed that much, XD


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    tracking.
    just hold up i can do it
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    "Something wrong, Benjamin?- I mean, Breakingpaw." Questioned the ruddy brown vixen as she walked over to her colleague, questioning and curious appearance upon her features. Looking over at him with usually apathetic oculars, she'd continue her venture towards him. Finally reaching him, she'd notice his expression with a quick glance, then look around at the dawning sky. "You seem like something's troubling you.." Paradise murmured, treasuring their surroundings. The Head Guard would have asked what it was, but then she'd seem rather nosy, wouldn't she?



    It was most likely about Salemtrails. His ex-girlfriend and her best friend. Oh, she'd thought she was dead, but she'd returned in a canine body, in search of her lost boyfriend. It was a heartbreaking sight, to see her so ached, but then again, she had brought it upon herself.. but, like she'd said, it's been the cancer. It'd changed her mood- and her personality. Tap, tap, tapping her right paw, she glanced over at Breakingpaw with expectant oculars. Forget the nosy part, she was going to ask anyway. "It's about Salemtrails, isn't it?" The femme questioned with a straight mouthed expression, though he orbs were soft. "I know the feeling..." She had lost Coldplay, anyway. And she'd also lost a few others, some of them returning and slowly patching up the tears in her heart that she thought would be permanent. "You don't have to talk to me, if you'd prefer to keep your knowledge and experiences to yourself." Para said with a quiet tone. Why was he out here all alone? Maybe he was just trying to clear his mind. Her gaze would lift to the sky, admiring the beautiful streaks of different hues- reds, oranges, pinks, and blues- inside of it. The sight would make one that was a softie drift into thought and dreamland, though she wasn't that much of a softie. She never had been. The femme with the birth name of Poisonivy was taught to be fearless, reckless, rebellious, and lots of other negative traits.


    Like any other living being, she did come with positive traits- helpful, strong, witty, humorous, and most of the time, intelligent. However, she didn't want to babble on and on about herself. For once in her lifetime, she cared about this little whiner called Breakingpaw, or as she still liked to call him, Benjamin. He wasn't conceded, wasn't selfish, though he may have seemed selfish in her eyes once or twice, though that would only happen whenever he was hurting Salemtrails. The serval was her clan mate, though, and the leader's son, which would make it very difficult to give a few words to him if she thought he needed them.


    The fox gave out a sigh as she twitched her tail, dark brown orbs gazing around at the high sky and the low sun contently. If you were ever mad, you could just pretend to throw a rock at the Sun and have it blow everyone you hate up. Hm, wouldn't that be nice if it could actually be possible for that to happen?



    [ohmigod so proud]

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    The black fur glinted dirtilly in the mid-day sunlight, of course, for winter, a mid-day sun just meant slightly less cold. The short tuxedo-like fur bristled as another gust of brisk wind bit at the skin that it desperately tried to protect. The electric blue eyes of Portalkit, well, now as he'd come to accept, Wheatley, despite the cold weather still consistantly burned with energy and ecitement as the shivering young warrior padded over.


    Something was wrong with Benjamin, well, now Breakingpaw. It really wasn't that hard to tell, and nothing but fowl memories that were not his of getting into barrels of trouble for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time kept him from asking what was wrong or how he could help.


    The only thing he could see though, was loss. Cold hard loss, the type that could nearly kill someone. In deeply memories he knew that feeling. He didn't want to uncover them though, or at least the real Wheatley didn't want him to, not yet. Not now. (track)


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    [size=16pt]breakingpaw ★[/size]


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    He nodded absently, stormy eyes now intent upon her slender features, acknowledging the vixen body that she possessed. Within him, Kokabel stirred, grumbling quietly at his depression. 'You know..." The angel rasped within his mind, 'Acting in such a pitiful manner will not get you anywhere. Besides, I didn't chose you as a host because I thought you were going to lay around all day...' In truth, the spirit disliked the humanly feelings. He was attempting to cast them out of Breakingpaw, often whispering and feeding into his dreams, telling him to conceal those petty emotions... That they were pointless things.


    So far, the male had had difficulty with the task. He wanted to obey the commands of the ancient thing inside him, there was a certain draw to the being that he simply could not resist. Eventually, Kokabel would succeed in changing Breakingpaw, doing what his warrior name called for and simply 'breaking' him. That would be when his plan would officially be in action. Oh how he awaited that day. But for now, he had to create the perfect submissive, and the saddened Ben, with his easy mendable emotions, seemed perfect to the angel of stars.


    That issue was irrelevant at the moment, however, as the main concern was Ben's unstable condition. If one were to look closely enough, they'd spy tears in his gray gaze, threatening to spill over black-rimmed eyes and down a golden-spotted coat. He swallowed then, throat and jaw tightening instinctively, those deep orbs pulling away from his co-worker. "I shouldn't be wallowing... It's bad... He says it's bad... But I can't help it, I miss her... So terribly badly." Kokabel often questioned why he didn't return to the assistant deputy, and like mentioned before, it was because he was scared, terrified that he'd be broken all over again. Whether it be by injury or simply another alter in persona, he was not ready for it.


    Not in the slightest.


    "Paradise..." The broken-hearted seven moon said in a quiet tone, shattered slightly by the whirling emotions within his tiny (for a serval, at least) frame. "What do I do? What can I do?" Desperation cloaked his choked out words, eyes widening significantly. Inside of him, there was a chuckle from his possessor. 'Benjamin...' The being murmured but left it at that, permitting not a single other word to escape his starry lips (as he was a spirit after all and his true form was engraved with stars and such).


    It was then that the tears fell, spilling over the brims of his eyes and causing him to cower. Paws instinctively flew to shelter and hide his eyes, now blood shot due to the unexpected crying. "I'm sorry! I-I just don't know what to do!" It was a fleeting whimper, emit by a child who was lost in confused by his actions. "I need help and there isn't anybody to give it to me... Not a single soul in the world."


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