CALLED US THINGS OF HELL • open + murders

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    / pretty gorey up until the dividing line, so skip it you're not a fan of ripping out brains uvu


    Mangle approached the border, silently stalking through the undergrowth as she waited for an unsuspecting victim. The animatronic wolf intended to prove her loyalty to DarkClan; and she got to do it in a lovely way. She was twitching with excitement, her usually golden eyes glowing red. She could barely contain herself, she could already feel the skulls crushing under her jaws.


    Sure enough a patrol walked by. It was a german shepherd and three domestic cats; two warriors and an apprentice. The DarkClanner sprang out of the brush as one of the older domestic cats walked by. Her jaws wrapped around its brain, snapping down and crushing the skull. She ripped out a chunk of brain, gulping it down like a piece of prey. The three other patrol members stared in horror for a split second before advancing.


    Mangle leapt back into the brush, leading the two warriors and apprentice around and down the border. The german shepherd nipped at her heels as she led them back around to the scene of the first murder. The Fazbear stopped and turned around with her jaws open. The ThunderClan canine ran straight into her, and she had a perfect opportunity to bite down and pop the skull and rip open the brain in her teeth. The second had gone just like the first. This was her signature way of killing. Her mark; to tell them that she was here.


    The other warrior and apprentice had caught up as well. The warrior jumped on her back, scratching her metal body and biting into her neck. The small apprentice was biting at her face and muzzle. The white wolf let out a crazed cackle, tossing the apprentice into a tree and breaking his spine, leaving him to writhe in pain as he was parylzed. Mangle rolled, crushing the older cat underneath her. She stood and twisted around, ripping into the back of the skull and biting into the back of his brain, and he was dead in a matter of seconds.


    Finally, she strode up to the screaming apprentice. A demented grin still crossed her bloodstained maw. It tried its best to claw at her face as she bent over it and ripped it open, beginning to eat it alive. It yowled out in pain until Mangle cut it off with a swift bite to the frontal lobe of its brain. After devouring most of the apprentice's insides, she left, not bothering to cover her scent.


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    All that was left was the four NPCs. All had their skulls ripped open and at least one part of their brain gone. The apprentice's spine was broken, while half eaten and its skull the same way. And Mangle Fazbear's scent littered the scene, along with the scent of DarkClan.
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    "Holy hell..." The fat femme had followed the disgusting scent to an even more gruesome scene. Murder. It was sick. She killed, yeah, but it was for a good cause. But this. This wasn't your average kill. It look more like it was out of fun, judging by how elaborate the deaths looked.
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    Shuddering horribly, he looked away. "Mangle..." he breathed. He was rather certain that it was her. Damn it. His eyes glowed in his anger as he yelled, "* you Mangle!!" That way of death rather hurt, mainly because even if your frontal lobe was bitten, you could still live. It sure did hurt though.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]"* them," Timestar hissed as she arrived on the scene. Time to go kick some ass over in DarkClan.

    "This is just *ed up... and disturbing." WhisperSong said, anger boiling in her blood. Now, she wanted revenge for the death of the four. She shook her head, and did a quick breathing exercise. Perhaps a battle would break out... if so, best to hold back until then.

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    [size=3][color=black]"...a heart as cold as ice, living a life built upon shattered dreams and lost memories..."    [/size][color=white]
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    She was shaking, as she climbed down out of the thick thorn buch she had hid in. She had left camp again without somene being with her, and witnessed this horid thing. With a small whimper, she went over to her adoptive mother, Whispersong, looking like tears would spill fro her platnum colored eyes.


    #shatteredice2015

    WhisperSong looked down at ShatteredKit with a sad frown. No kit should have to witness such a horrid thing. The silver tabby was at a loss for words at this point, so she simply wrapped her tail around the kit. "No worries. They're with Starclan now."

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    [size=3][color=black]"...a heart as cold as ice, living a life built upon shattered dreams and lost memories..."    [/size][color=white]
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    She sniffed. She would probably spend the next day and rest of that day in camp, curled up. But no longer than that, being surrounded by so many people for to long made her feel like screaming, hence why she often left camp by herself.


    #shatteredice2015

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 260px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify]Daydreampaw isn't very keen with murder. The only time he murdered something is when he met with a BloodClanner. The red tabby approached, still broad and stiff, with no signs of disgust. This was normal - another scene caused by idiot Anti-clanners. However, not all of them are idiots, for he has a mate in ShadowClan that no one should know about. Sighing, the red tabby sniffed around, It was obvious It was this Mangle girl, but he wanted to see if she was working alone or not.


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    Emmett had given up caring in life. He was a demon, and undead being who sucked on other peoples blood. A leach that couldn't even keep the position that he had tried to keep. He wished he could be one of the murderee's he might be happy... dead, free. They would care much less then the others did for these npcs.

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    "Hey guys, whats --" She stiffened at the sight of four mutilated bodies, then let out a shriek of horror. "NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE," Bronzegaze repeated consistently until the loud shouting transitioned quickly into over-exaggerated whispers. She was probably the one to make the biggest deal out of the scene but the tabby was also the most squeamish.
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    [abbr=female, 30 moons, warrior, thunderclan, straight, single, brown tabby, roleplayed since 3/2/2012]info[/abbr] ◊ [abbr=medium, attack in bold #8E5938, no scars]battletags[/abbr] ◊ [abbr=see spirits, absorb spirits (1/9), ability to change pelt and eye color, ability to take away pain, heat vision, character bond, invisibility, multiple possessions (BROWN TABBY, fox), telepathy, the sight, super senses]powers[/abbr]

    "Then there's BronzeGaze, saying exactly what I'm thinking." WhisperSong said kindheartedly, attempting to release a bit of the tension in her body. She hadn't a clue on what else to do except make light of anything possible, besides the actual murder.

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    [size=3][color=black]"...a heart as cold as ice, living a life built upon shattered dreams and lost memories..."    [/size][color=white]
    tags | bio | heart chart | plot[justify][color=black]


    Shay had began to cry quietly. Sniffing away, tears streamed down her cheeks. Seemed like veryy few people were handleing rhis very well.



    #shatteredice2015