THE SOLIDEST OF BELIEFS [p]

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    Sucre had found herself walking the territories of BloodClan aimlessly- to the point of which the strings that were attached to her paws had began to shrivel under the mere heat, and fraying at their end points. What a shame that the fem hadn't been able to make use of the weapons as of late; that was, of late. Ever since witnessing the capture of the Kingdom of Eden's capture, the trainee had felt a sudden blossom of intent begin to grow within her. After all, since Batter had achieved such an impressive feat, Sucre found herself now questioning her strength. However, this never fractured her ever present grin as she sat amongst the barren land that was BloodClan's lands, observing a scuttling lizard that was only within a few feet of her current position.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px;]Her strength. Did she mean mentally, or physically? Because strength could be defined in many ways. Perhaps he was easily overpowered in battle, perhaps his form was easily wrestled to the ground but his mind was an impenetrable fortress, his thoughts sharp and fast, his knowledge ever-growing, his powers almost perfected. And his willpower was strong enough, most of the time. He had yet to sway and commit murder -- he'd do his best to at least perfect a few more techniques before ending a sentient life, and sometimes only felt pressure to do it quickly. His oh-so-amazing siblings would triumph him, he supposed... Batter and his likeable nature, what with his constant captures, dedication and Bourbon -- Shatteredcub with her bubbliness and strength. Where did he come in? Middle kid, emotionally detached, friendless, introvert inventor, scholar... Breathing problems in his birth body, runtish, pathetic. He wondered what his calling would be. He wondered if it'd ever come.


    Altercub was wandering around as per usual, his mind on a recent torture he'd seen, the incredible techniques used to draw screams from the victim, when he spotted Sucre, vaguely recognising her as the female who'd referred to his brother's ghost as a ducky. Hmm, childish. The dragon approached nonetheless, perhaps deciding that maybe socialisation would be best for him at that current moment. His reptilian eyes flicked over her form. [b]"Hello; Sucre, was it?"
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    "I remember you, little ducky. Altercub, if I recall." The trainee mewed, the faintest chime of laughter lacing her words as she spoke. "What brings you here? Though I suppose you could ask me the same, my friend." Sucre mewed as she swiveled her molten amber gaze towards the cub, her grin ever present, though silhouetted by the rays of the setting sun. Whatever strength lie within herself, the fem had only discovered its partial evidence; her physical strength depended on the use of her stamina and nimbleness, though lacking compared to the brute force of most BloodClanners.


    As for mentally, it was where the lines of her knowledge were crossed. It was simply unknown territory, of which it had been tested on numerous occasions; and yet, Sucre could not find it within herself as to trust this primal instinct, for it was a two-sided sword. One length promising knowledge and tactics, as well as common sense- however, the second length was dictated by experience and the lack of normality most seemed to bear in their own sense. However, as such thoughts flitted across her conscious, unearthing various contradictions to her own beliefs, the trainee mentioned nothing of the sort and her facial expressions had taken an unwavering stance.

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    ( bloodclan — second tier — baby dragon — [abbr=all powers (minus super speed, teleportation, elemental powers) — easy physically, difficult mentally — no kill — capture and maim allowed — shifting weapon named asgier — attack in #F90012]tags[/abbr] — info )


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    Little ducky, hmm? Ah, so his brother was the big ducky, and he was the little one? He did have a long muzzle, admittedly, but... Did he, a dragon, look duck like? He hoped not, but if she called him as such, then he wouldn't argue. Altercub blinked at her, then decided to offer her a small smile, nodding. Perhaps she could be befriended -- he needed someone to talk to, being friendless, and all. It was a lonely existence, and she seemed friendly. He rose onto his hind legs, then crouched like a human, hands on his knees. "Yes, I'm Altercub." he nodded his head, before answering her question. "Thinking, seeking company. Talking to you. There isn't much to do at this time of day."


    His head tilted. "How are you doing? Enjoying BloodClan?"


    /rushed -- being kicked off the computer
    also sorry for lateness!!
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