Rallying the Mob! (Open to Citizens of Rapture)

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    He'd been spending a lot of time in The Fallens territory. They were an interesting bunch, that much was for sure, but the hybrid couldn't help but think this thinking was mainly due to Moringstar. Ever since he had let the spirit attach itself to his own he'd experienced a vague but definite fondness for the clan of angelic beings, and though he certainly wasn't one to change his ways, he'd found that being around them simply brought out a more milder version of his current personality, as if Morningstar targeted all the extreme hostility or rudeness and muted it considerably.


    In the end though Fourth was who he was, and no amount of attempted emotional manipulation could change that. He would always be the selfish, unpredictable, immature, and violent guy he'd always been, and so it made sense that he'd always return to the territory of Rapture, the paradise he'd built for himself. Here was a king and an equal all at once, for what were they all if not Kings of their own destinies? Worthless, that's what. It's what separated the happy from the miserable, the strong from their toys.


    In near silence the male would glide to a halt just outside the prison, paws touching down on the familiar warm concrete of the front 'yard'. "Hey! Who wants to go hunting?" he called, the emphasis on the final word too sinister to imply they were simply going to catch a meal. The accompanying grin only made that clearer.


    #RaptureElite


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    Male - Wolf/Jaguar Hybrid - Pansexual -12 Months - Difficult - Citizen of Rapture / Hunter of The Fallen - Homochromatic eyes that turn red when Morningstar is in control, #FalloutsFourthwall

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