THE JOY [capture] OF CREATION

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    "His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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    A wooden 'x' made of two planks and a nail was resting on one of the lower branches of the tree, four fishing wires tied around each end. One for the front left leg, one for the front right leg, one for the back left leg, and one for the back right leg.




    If he was lucky, he could get the hooks in his captive's wrists before she woke up, but it was likely the pain of the first would be enough to wake her. He decided it was best to wait.




    In the meantime, he sat down and dropped his light blue and dark lilac present-like satchel, which held things like, but not limited to: bloodied fish hooks of different sizes, wires, maybe an eye or two, etc.
    He pulled out his most precious item from the bag, his music box. It was the only tune in the world that soothed him. He cranked it and it played My Grandfather's Clock, though it was only one verse.




    "Ninety years without slumbering,
    tick tock tick tock
    His life's seconds numbering,
    tick tock tick tock
    But it stopped.
    Short.
    Never to go again,
    When the old man died...    "
    He knew it by heart, or rather memory, since he did act quite heartless. Once that verse was finished, it repeated twice before it ran out and had to be rewound.[/fancypost]


    [align=center](c)#Vani

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    Jack slid up, and watched the goingson silently, something he did often, as silence was sometimes bliss... and bliss was amazing. Everyone should really love bliss.

    Colorpup woke up slowly her head hurt what had happened? This groggy feeling was new to her, she assumed it was just a bad dream and when she woke she would be in her mothers embrace, right?opening her eyes she found herself in an unknown area, she could see a tree and hear music, repeated ticking in its tune, she somehow found it creepy along with the lyrics, she tried to get up but found her body too tired. this scared the pup even more. That's when she noticed a black tom he was working on something, what she couldn't tell "H-hello?" that cup called to him unsure of what was going on she was even scared to ask him for help, she just wanted to run home and be with her mother.

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    "His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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    [align=center](c)#Vani

    tears of fear came to her she was nearly crying, this tom and his eyes his hook and the smell of blood clan around her was almost too much for her to bare oh god why was this happening she had been a nice person right? She began to shake why was this happening out of fear she got up and began backing up slowly what was he going to do with that hook

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    She hated this. She wouldn't stand for it, the torture of a kitten. Yes she adored the torture very much herself but this simply broke her heart "Leave the girl alone. She's only a child." she was highly agains't any child abuse. Was it wrong for her to say this? Oh f*cking well, if so then she surely had some f*cking gut "Ruin her mind, but do not ruin her physical self."
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    - female
    - 4 months
    - star cat hybrid
    * due to deformity has no hind legs.
    - single
    - bloodclan
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    very hard
    shape shifting
    invisibility
    wings / horns / gills
    pelt color manipulation
    eye color manipulation
    x-ray vision
    the sight
    ability to absorb spirits
    telepathy
    emotion manipulation[/fancypost]







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    [font=andale mono][glow=black,3,900]Talon of BloodClan[/glow]



    [font=verdana][size=13pt]OOC


    IC
    Talon padded up and smiled at the torture plan. This puppet guy... She'd never seen him around before, but he somehow reminded her of that Toy Bonnie character that slunk around here and there. As for kit torture, is was a staple of Bloodclan. With all the captures going on, kits were inevitable. It was adorably delectable to see them scream.
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    //justincase i want colorpup physically hurt.


    She looked around so many faces she began looking around for an escape, this was all so.. horrible. was this it would she die here? Alone? No. she stood still shaking but standing her ground she didn't need a damned bloodclanner protecting her, she could protect herself.

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    "His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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    He tried to take his captive by surprise, swiftly jerking his head down in an attempt to jab the sharp hook into the pup's front left foot.[/fancypost]


    [align=center](c)#Vani

    The fox was to distracted to realize what was going on, when suddenly a sharp pain appeared in her front paw, she stared in horror at the hook and the blood, yelling in pain she lifted that paw up and began limp away "W...what was that for?! Why??!" she was in tears when she collapsed the sight of her own blood made her sick, the smell, she was beginning to feel dizzy...

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    "His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 0px solid transparent; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 2px solid white; border-right: 3px solid transparent; border-radius: 0pt 0pt 20pt 20pt; height:200px; width:350px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;]He grinned psychotically and crouched down by the pup's face."Don't sleep just yet, you need to stay for the show!"
    He would try driving the rest of the tips into her paws, giving her about a 2 minute break to slightly adjust to the pain.[/fancypost]


    [align=center](c)#Vani

    Colorpup screamed with each hook, this was horrible she couldn't make herself run, move or anything other then lay there pathetically screaming. Show? What show? this guy.. He must be insane after each hook she felt more and more tired when the last one was shoved though her skin she looked directly into the toms eyes, tears of pain still falling from her face her fear was running with her her mind was blank, she couldn't feel she couldn't think all she could do was stare into the toms eyes her determination lost along with her pride,her head fell to the side a single thump sounded in her ears when a her mind jump started, she realized she was losing blood too much blood. She began struggling to get up, with every movement her muscles screamed in protest her head hurt just from thinking but she had to get away she had too.

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    "His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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    [align=center](c)#Vani