I'M DREAMING OF TEARING YOU APART • OPEN

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC | Apologies for the shortness. My lunch period is almost over, and I have to worry about a test next period. If you want your character to hear what Bec Noir is saying, to ahead. This is just a plot device used to actually get Bec Noir's name out there as well as an admittance to Jake's previous physical abuse. This may include mentions of gore and abuse, so please be wary when reading if any of that triggers you.


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    Bec Noir was pissed, and it was obvious by his gait as well as expression; his lips were curled in a snarl and his white eyes were flashing with a fire that seemed to burn everything caught in its gaze. This was about someone who Bec Noir now despised, rather than simply used. Jake English was now becoming more of a pest rather than a resource, and that was only proven when the other had teamed up with someone else he wasn't going to dare mention. They were a good team, and Bec Noir did end up having serious injuries on one of his wings, which he only realized now was their intention. "Stupid ass cat with glasses. Thinks he's the shit. Tried to force him by beating the shit out of him, look what I get. Going to fucking tear him apart. Stick a sword through him and be done with it. Damn waste of my fucking time." Bec Noir grumbled aloud, not caring if anyone heard, his now injured wing dragging against the ground as a majority of the important feathers had been torn off in that little fight. His power to fly had been stripped of him and in revenge, Bec Noir was going to strip Jake of his life. It was only fair; Jake was never really of much use anyway. Bec Noir was going to get rid of him anyway.


    Did he care that he was out in the open? No. Bec Noir stopped caring long ago. He was here to do what he had to do, and that was to kill the possible Page of Hope, and tear him apart just to block another team attack from happening. The mutated wolf looked ominous and rather horrifying, especially with his head bowed down low, nearly torn off wing, still bleeding wounds, and a ragefull look on his face. Whoever came across his path would most likely be intimidated, yet Bec Noir was only here for one person.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 250px; font-family: georgia;][align=center][color=black][size=8]♔ 11 moons ♔ male ♔ [abbr=no kill, ask for capture/maim, attacks in bold]tags[/abbr] ♔ [abbr=multiple possessions, shapeshifting, conjuration, flower prints, ability to give and take away pain]powers[/abbr] ♔ [abbr={spotted hyena with antlers}, white tiger, black dragon, all free bodies]bodies[/abbr] ♔ [/fancypost]
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    Upon hearing the grumblings, the nurse padded over. This was definitely not someone he knew, nor someone he saw as a possible ally. This was most definitely an enemy and most definitely a danger. And... This was a wolf. A winged wolf. Was this who Jake had told him about? Instantly, he felt dread course through him. This was a danger to his friends.


    His hackles rose a bit as he approached, lips pulling back to reveal his fangs. "Who are you? You shouldn't be this far into the territory."he growled, muscles tense and ready. He knew this would likely end in a fight, though he felt no real fear about that. He didn't care much if he got hurt. He'd been through too much to care anymore.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:409px; font-size:7pt; text-align:justify;] good god well i might as well track this

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC | Ah yes, the plot that kicks off a chain reaction of other sub-plots. My favorite.
    Also, Bec Noir may say some offensive stuff here, so please be wary and please not that whatever he says are none of my actual opinions.


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    Well, shit. Bec Noir didn't have time to deal with kids, he was on a rage and couldn't halt his ramblings for anyone. The kid had guts, however, so Bec Noir presumed that he might as well amuse the other by actually responding. "Outta my way, kid. I've got some important business to do," Bec Noir growled as if Charcoal was a mere nuisance and not someone who could potentially stop him. The mutated canine had a strange accent lacing his voice, and his words sounded like throaty barks that were being forced into becoming coherent messages. Anyways, Bec Noir - a.k.a. Knifey Mc.StabStab - would make sure that no one would bother him in what he had planned on doing. He looked as if he was about to head off yet then stopped once again, realization flickering in his eyes before he took a couple of steps back, his dull wing scratching against the ground loudly. "Actually, hold up there, kid. Do you know...damn it, what's his name? That other kid. Ya know...the gay one. Shit, too vague. Affiliated with Hope. Damn. His last name's English." Finally. Bec Noir had an uber brain fart and ended up forgetting what Jake's name was, yet it eventually came to mind. Hopefully Jake was still in the clan and had not run off somewhere else; even if that did occur, Bec Noir would track him down. He was pissed off, and Bec Noir didn't play nice when he was.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; height: 250px; width: 330px; margin-left: -5px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; color: black; text-align: justify;] Words pierced her music. It was bad to disturb her music, but calling Charcoal cuss words pissed her off. She morphed into a red blood dragon, reptilian eyes slits. Growing to the size of a blue whale, she stood protectively over dear Charcoal. Her blood boiled as she stared down the intruder. [b]"And who might you be, ssssir?"

    		 she hissed.
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    "Don't insult any of my Clanmates. Or I'll tear out your throat."[/fancypost]


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    The tiger cub had overheard the threats, and swiftly added over.
    Oh. A sudden urge to turn and run away came over her, the winged wolf before her was definitely
    dangerous. She averted her gaze to the ground, not daring to look at the dog beast... thing?
    She wondered if she should fetch the leader, but he was probably too busy right now.
    She refocused her gaze on the mutated dog, not daring to say anything.

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    "What do you want with Jake?" She asked, padding up, confusion in her eyes. Of course, at the time, she had no freaking idea who this was. All she knew was he wanted Jake.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] all free powers — attack in bold — ask for capture — no maim/kill
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify]Primal padded up, looking at the guy with a bored expression. Trespassers, ugh. They didn't sustain her attention long enough. She needed something bigger - something huge.


    / mobile
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 250px; font-family: georgia;][align=center][color=black][size=8]♔ 11 moons ♔ male ♔ [abbr=no kill, ask for capture/maim, attacks in bold]tags[/abbr] ♔ [abbr=multiple possessions, shapeshifting, conjuration, flower prints, ability to give and take away pain]powers[/abbr] ♔ [abbr={spotted hyena with antlers}, white tiger, black dragon, all free bodies]bodies[/abbr] ♔ [/fancypost]
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    He flicked his gaze over to Hollypaw before returning it to the trespasser. "I am not getting out of your way. If you want to get to him, you'll have to go through me first. And probably everyone else here, too."he growled. Just like that, his form started to shift a bit. His bones grew wider, his claws longer. He grew until he was a white tiger and unsheathed his claws. Best to appear as intimidating as possible when facing off with someone who appeared to be pretty arrogant.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]"Who ever is planning on hurting Jake better fucking explain themselves."


    And here comes Jake's boyfriend in all his glory, looking particularly grumpy. Dirk padded over with a huff, squirming his way in front of everybody else. After all, he was the closest to English in this whole group, and he wanted to protect him as best as he could. Adjusting the shades sitting on his nose, he waited for the mutated canine to respond, a scowl on his face.


    (wow my muse is like no)
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    /I feel ya




    She came up beside Charcoal, narrowing her eyes. She let Dirk do the talking, but tense, in case whoever this mother*er was decided to go and slit Dirk's throat. She twitched an ear, unsheathing her claws.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] all free powers, shapeshifting— attack in bold — ask for capture — no maim/kill
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