LETS GET IT GOING )) O - Paint war

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester had pulled out a few buckets of colorful paint from one of the many closets that were scattered around the castle. There was a majority of them scattered around the beach of the lake, perfect position to wash off when the fight was over, but enough that the battle would continue no matter where you were along the beach. Every kind of color was there, yellows, blues, greens, purples even a few bright pinks!


    "Okay guys. We're going to have a little fun today. One with the least amount of color wins!" the tiger called once everything was in position. He had a row of every color near the battle tents side of the beach. He had already dipped his paw in one, waiting for the next person to arrive so he could smear them. He needed to see how the tribe acted around friendly competition. If they remained hardcore, they were good, if they softened and didn't even want to play a little rough, then they needed more work.

    Phoenix didn't waste time, shooting towards the paint and sticking his paw in the blue paint. Aiming to smear it on Jester, Pho grinned in amusement.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester dodged backwards at the noisy approach from the tiger. "You must combine everything Cita's been teaching! Stealth, using your hidden senses, ambush, everything!" he said, flinging a glob of the purple already on his paw before diving after the glob in an attempt to rack his pack down the tiger's side as he ran past.

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    [size=20pt]CITADARK SARTAQ-ZYMPHORNA

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    [hr]"I thought you didn't approve of fun, Jester." Citadark barked, padding up and attempting to stay far enough away from the tiger that no attacking was necessary. Instead, the German shepherd positioned himself next to a bucket of bright pink paint, dipping one paw in and grabbing a huge glob so that he'd be ready to chuck it once the battle began. "I'm treating this as a fight without claws." That was mostly because getting paint in blood wounds would probably not be very good, though.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester wasn't surprised at all that Cita would make that joke. "Actually sir." he said, spinning around and flinging a glop of blue paint at his leader. "This is showing us exactly what everyone has learned from your training exercises. To get the least amount of color on yourself, but also soak someone else, you must have stealth, awareness, speed and strength, and ambush skills." The tiger said, skipping a few steps away to get both his opponents in his line of sight. "I'm surprise such a well respected and strong leader doesn't realize what's happening in their own tribe."

    Aw man, Phoenix just wanted to play but they both had to make it into battle training. Groaning inwardly, Phoenix felt paint covered paw brush against his side. Pho was not going to try and be stealthy, he wanted to play god damnit. Frowning slightly, the white tiger hopped forward before stopping, watching the two.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"but of course... Who doesn't love a little fun doesn't hurt anyone!" However, considering Jester's lack of a soul, his ability to perceive fun was slightly fuzzy. He didn't exactly know what "Fun" felt like. Wasn't it what he felt during battle training?


    The tiger dipped his paw in a bucket and flung a glop and a splatter at both Pho and his leader, a small grin (which of course never reached his eyes) on his face.

    Squealing, Phoenix giggled and aimed to fling blue paint at the other male, feeling the paint splatter over his shoulder and side.


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    [size=20pt]CITADARK SARTAQ-ZYMPHORNA

    [size=12]leader * tribe of many storms * canine * male * pm to plot[/size]

    [hr]"Just be quiet, would you?" Citadark rolled his eyes, feeling himself get hit with paint and immediately responding, dipping his paw in the pink paint again and throwing a huge globule in the direction of Jester. It would be pretty tough to avoid, but would probably hit Phoenix if he did avoid it.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]The tiger, after he had positioned himself to a spot where he could see both Citadark and Phoenix, noticed his leader's quick motion and dropped to the ground, head pressing flat against the sand. Pink paint splashed down between him and Phoenix, splattering the tiger's pelt with tiny droplets of pink, and most likely hitting Phoenix as well. "Hey!" he called, spinning into action and scooping up blue, his motion never stopping as he swung the glob into the air at his leader.

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    the snow leopard decided to amp things up and grabbed several globs of paint with each paw, spinning around so they flew who knew where.

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    ' HEY! MY FUR IS WHITE!', he hollered, dipping his tail into different colors and flinging it at the domestic feline, laughing all the while.

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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh #trojan

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester froze, eyes riveting to the white shape at the edge of the beach. "TROJAN GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" he yowled. He hadn't seen his son in ages and now he's creeping away?


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh #trojan

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"Your mother's dead, you've been gone for a shit ton of time, and the first time I see you is when your trying to get away?!" he kicked the paint bucket at him, spraying a huge wave of green paint towards his son.


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    ooc: by the way, Jes is soulless now so he's a big meanie head.


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    //i know. i did some reading up and wow...
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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=transparent](c)[color=transparent]la bokeh #trojan