BLOOD CARNIVAL | MAIN THREAD

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    There had been quite a bit of planning that went into this little carnival and Fallenempire had been the director of it all, now all she could hope was that their allies would arrive and everyone would have a good time. The blue eyed feline was currently dressed up as she had told everyone else to do so as well. A bear skull encased her own head and a black skeleton was painted onto her fur. It actually looked pretty cool but it wasn't quite as gruesome as she had been hoping. Making a few final adjustments to the decorations she stood on top of the nightclubs bar. "Welcome one and welcome all to Shadowclan's one and only Blood Carnival! I'm Fallenempire and I will be your hostess for this evening, please come to me with any concerns or questions! If you aren't prepared for the blood, guts and gore ahead I suggest you turn back and scattle on home because tonight is NOT for the faint hearted! Are the pansy's gone? Yes? Then let me explain to you the events of this evening! As mentioned on the invitations everyone was required to dress up in your most gruesome costume, there will be a nomination thread for anyone who wants to nominate someone for best costume of the Blood Carnival! I would also like to thank everyone who's hosting an event tonight, all Carnival events will be located in the spoiler below. Now don't * but there is one rule everyone is to follow tonight, no conflict amongst each other or your ass is OUT! Now any questions? No? Well then I hope you enjoy your stay and your night at Shadowclan's Blood Carnival!"


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    / Scene creation contest here! cx


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    "[color=black]Seems pretty cool.    " the grinder said with a shrug, her nervousness nonexistent on the outside. At least the Blood Carnival sounded cool. Bloodshed was pretty much her job, anyway.

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    [justify][size=9pt]It wasn't to say this didn't come as a shock to the amnesiac male, but that would have been a total lie. No, when he had heard the murmurings about it a few days prior, seeing the excitement in everyone's eyes, he had to ask- and so he was told. It was odd to think of the hospitable place he currently resided in for the meanwhile could be so... gruesome, if that was the correct word, as he had yet to see much of it- perhaps in another's mind, brutality and hospitality could not exist in the same sentence...


    But yet, none of them had been here, or some of the other clans that would show up, had they? As such, the nameless tom ( for now, dubbed Z ) had approached in a haphazard, very quickly made costume. It wasn't much, and the tortie male very much knew it as he approached with a broad smile upon his face,but he had made it himself and that was what mattered to the ever approachable male, interested to see just how this night would turn out. And they asked if I was a bloody murderer at the border! He told himself with a small laugh, sitting down. He probably would not enter any sort of costume competitions with his little thing, but nonetheless he had on him a dusty pelt that was tossed over his shoulders, one that could have belonged to a much larger feline than he- but it was a dusky brown in appearance, clasped around his neck with a small mouse skull, and very shaky, very quick looking white lines were drawn on his face to represent the very mouse whiskers of the creature he appeared to try to be mimicking. Not all too gruesome at all- but definitely something for a last minute creation just to fit in and have a little fun.
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    [justify][size=9pt]Mm, time to party! Kissingkit Resurgam sauntered over, her usual regal demeanor radiating off her. Dragonslayer, her scorpion, sent waves of excitement through their bond, signalling his approval and eagerness for this particular event. Ah, this would be fun!

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    ic: finally! they'd been waiting all week for this event to finally roll around. bouncing into the nightclub and straight onto the dancefloor, they cast their gaze around the room, seeking out friends and hoping someone would notice their costume. well, it wasn't quite a costume, not really, but it was still pretty gruesome, so they were totally fine. their "costume" consisted of dark red facepaint, in gross runny clown markings. a creepy smile stretched all the way up the sides of their face, circles of red covered their eyes, the excess liquid dripping down their face to resemble tears, and messy dots adorned their cheeks. they'd also splattered some paint on their paws and the tip of their tai-


    oh god, that wasn't paint.


    the blood was actually from a perfectly harmless deer that had been wandering the forest that bordered the city, but of course if anyone asked, it was from a slaughtered boneclanner. obviously.
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    [color=gray][size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]

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    Thinking -- "speaking" -- [abbr=#WitchingstarxWhipstar#Female biologically,identifies as gender fluid#13 moons#Pansexual#Single#Crushing on Morality#Soul bond with Immy G.D.#Character bond with Morality#Split personality/bipolar#Domestic feline(main),Munchkin feline#White 'blood' spattered wings#Multiple body possessions/Shapeshifting#Has dwarfism#Immune to most powers]Tags[/abbr]


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    ★ track

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    [align=center][font=georgia]CAINSMARK PENDRAGON GRIMM
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    Well, that was mildly unfortunate, because Cainsmark hasn't bothered to dress up. If questioned he could likely argue that this was his most gruesome costume, thanks, but he doubted anyone would be too pressed to interrogate him as to why he wasn't in costume. Mildly intrigued by the events, the admiral settled back to watc the ShadowClanner with an analytic stare, smirking slightly at the chaotic energy churning about.
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    [shadow=black,left]J O L I[/shadow] [hr] [acronym=soul absorption-rose prints-conjuration-pink blood-shape shifting--white wolf, domestic feline, polar bear, white tiger--]POWERS[/acronym] || 11 MOONS || [acronym=#joli'slipstickstains]TAGS[/acronym]

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    Rookfeather decided to dress up. He had used paint instead of blood, actually--the red coloration lasted longer, and it didn't stink as much--but nobody needed to know that. The dark tom wore a tattered red cape, a red bowtie, and a golden crown, having painted himself to look as though blood was seeping all around the edge of the bowtie and from the rim of the crown, almost as though his head and neck had been sliced open. His paws were also painted a bright red, as was the tip of his tail. He had also painted over all his scars to look as though they were dripping blood. A lot of paint. The dark tom grinned and scanned the area for someone to talk to.

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    [justify][size=9pt]The darling bengal had taken the liberty of being a bit creative with her costume. Having stolen chains from an enemy clan, she had put cuffs around her front paws (but no chain linking them so she could walk fine) and a chain around her neck. Her pelt had been ruffled and splattered with blood, but from the crimson stuff dripping from her stained teeth it appeared she may have used an enemy's own blood to assist in the making of this. Kiss was playing the part of a prisoner escaped from a mental cell, killing her way out. Not as gory as the rest would likely be, but scary enough that she was pleased with it.

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    Oh, so the blood carnival was finally going. Setekh had heard talk about it going around the clan a while back, and though he didn't much care for it truthfully, the sha had still bothered to make a costume on his own time. It was a gory process, taking weeks to do, and though he'd spent lots of his time making it, he had to admit that it still felt wrong to wear. He had captured a Darkclanner, who happened to be a husky a bit smaller than he was, and he'd skinned her. Not alive, of course; he wasn't that cruel. Actually, he'd sneaked into the hospital to get some pills the other day that she could take for a quick, painless death. It was the least he could do to make himself feel better, after killing someone who probably had a family and friends who loved her. After he'd killed her, Setekh had carefully skinned her corpse, then spent hours and hours removing organ after organ and drying them in the sunlight. He had dug out her bones and tied them with string that he'd dipped in her own blood, securing them to his limbs and body with the blood-soaked twine and wearing her skull atop his head, which was stained with blood he hadn't bothered to wash off. The dried organs had been left at home; he'd actually forgotten to tie them onto the bones, which had disappointed him. However, it was what it was. The dried pelt he'd gotten from skinning the Darkclanner was loosely hung around his shoulders like some sort of cloak, the beautiful white and grey fur splattered with blood he had wanted desperately to scrub off just for the sake of keeping the body that he'd stolen clean, but left it for the sake of this carnival's name; he needed blood. So, with a frown, the sha sniffed and glanced around, sitting awkwardly in his attire and curling his forked tail around his paws. Guess he'd just watch, for now.



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    Zaevir cackled as he wandered into the club just in time to hear the announcement. He hadn't been around long, but he was already enjoying himself. Granted, he was sure blood and gore wasn't a theme all the year round, he was happy to embrace it while he could. He loved this time of year. Luckily for the demon, he was quite pleased to go through with some self mutilation for the sake of the party. Perhaps he'd even kill himself specifically for the event, and wander around in ghost form until the celebrations were through. Unfortunately, he couldn't end the vital functions of his current body just yet, so he couldn't take his ideas too far. He briefly left the building, and when he returned, he was a mess. Patches of scales were missing from his body, and the skin underneath had been torn into, revealing the bone underneath. He'd taken two bones that hadn't belonged to him and pieced his bat wings with them, along with making some tears here and there, while his second pair of feathered wings remained in perfect shape, and the white tips of his red and white flight feathers were dyed with his own blood. He'd also taken the privilege of spattering blood on himself here and there, specifically around his claws and his mouth, like he'd just had a lovely meal. Possibly of consisting of his own flesh. He sat down, lifting both his wings into the air to show off his brutal makeover in full view. Some might be worried for him, others, repulsed, some awed, but personally, he thought he looked beautiful.
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    The she-cat mewed impatiently, swinging her flame-colored tail back and forth. She'd put quite a bit of effort into her costume, and it certainly went a long way. She'd ventured just outside her 'den' and rolled in one of the strange red puddles that seemed to appear and disappear at random. After that, she had grabbed some charred fabric from the remains of what had been the sewing stand, what a great idea that part of the carnival was, she'd thought, and cut it into a messy bowtie shape with her claws. She'd rolled the 'tie' into another red puddle, though she needed a scary hat. Blazetail had hunted for quite a while in the woods by the fair, took some of their fur and skin, and somehow managed to make it into a floppy, old-looking hat. Then, she left the remnants of mouse and rat in the pile of fresh kill. Now that she was all dressed up at the former nightclub, no cat (or dog) was doing anything or saying anything to anyone. She decided, eventually, to approach one of the others. He looked like some kind of dog; hadn't she heard cats talk about him as 'the sha'? Blazetail wasn't sure. She was just barely a warrior and she didn't talk to others much; it wasn't a surprise to her that she had acquainted herself with everyone.

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    It was this time of the year huh? Halloween. No doubt the anti-clans would congregate together and think up sick festivity ideas to celebrate their barbarism. Now he was a part of these festivities. Yakona sighed, forcing himself through the crowd. He still had a moral high ground and refused to partake in these sick events however he was still out here. Well, he didn't know why. It was just the scent of blood was alluring and he couldn't really stay away. Yakona shook his heads, trying to dislodge the sickening thoughts from his head. That's not normal. Why would I find blood alluring? It used to be repulsive? Being in ShadowClan had turned him for the worst, though he couldn't go back- being here was like a curse that he needed to live. The corgi waddled around the crowds of enthused, blood drenched creatures, trying to ignore the pressing thoughts that told him the blood was an attractive smell.
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