bitter sweet | open, spar

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( this spar is for winter and isena )


    Healing is painful, just as much so as it is to gain the injuries which need that time of healing, but sometimes it can be more so. Already the bruises had begun to fade, the scrapes and small gashes closing up to leave their body stiff and aching, but their head was a different matter. Larger than all the rest the large cut across their forehead had yet to begin healing properly, bandaged left to cover their head so it might not become dirty or infected, over which a beanie had been shoved. Still they could not recall where it was this abrasion had come from, only that of a fuzzy forest came to mind when they tried to recall, yet they knew, somehow without any thought otherwise, that it had not been an injury from another.


    Carefully Isena rubbed at their head, pressing against the fabric of the beanie and the bandage below it, a frown curling their lips. It didn't hurt as much anymore but still they worried over it, wanting to know what it was had given them such a cut, but these thoughts only brought to life anger. Grumbling beneath their breath the miniature feline shoved this line of thought away, yet it was too late, heat bubbled within them, their stomach clenching as did their claws, digging into the soft top soil of the ground. They wanted to hit something, to feel skin tear and blood on their claws, but their usual tactic of attacking a tree to rid themself of the anger would do no good now. No, they needed a living, breathing target, someone who would fight back[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
    [abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8] frowning slightly, the wolfdog resembling canine used his teeth to pry the clods of dried mud from between his padded toes, sitting back on his densely-furred tail as he did so, musing in a neutral silence on his own personal troubles; namely a guy called caspian. a riverclanner actually. what was he supposed to do about it? about the fact that he liked him? as in, romantically, not just in a friendly way. his thoughts were so confused and muddled that he had no idea even what to do next to occupy the rest of his free time, having forgotten what he had planned earlier that day, although, it wasn't like that rough sketch of what had been a cool thing in your head that turned out to be really shitty could even be counted as that.
    damn you, cas, you adorable shitbag, he muttered under his breath with a muted laugh, his throat throbbing with the vibrations as he chuckled softly, rising to his feet after he had lost interest in continuing to clean out the tufts of coarse hair between his toes and dirty paws, after all, he wasn't nicknamed dirtypaws for nothing. he exhaled a quiet breath that served as a small sigh, beginning to head off in a seemingly random direction at a leisurely pace, a simple, slow trot rather than his usual loping stride. failing to note the presence of the fuming feline that was much smaller than he, he turned a corner around a particularly thick clump of dry moor grasses and bam, there the peculiar individual stood, oh, hey there, sorry about that, man, he blurt out in response, scratching the base of an ear in his own canine form of scratching head unconsciously, currently unaware of their questionable state of mind.



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    [abbr=winterpaw lucian * venomous fanged vampire * coarse haired, domestic canid mutt * possesses teal-flecked golden brown luminaries * scar on right side of face trailing from jaw to cheekbone * snaggle tooth on upper left side of jaw that causes him to smile crookedly * has two silver earrings in left ear * son of jax lucian, current leader of windclan, and jailbreak divinus * nonidentical twin brother to alaska, formerly known as violentpaw * eleven months of age physically * crushing on caspian pendragon of riverclan * also has a character bond with caspian]personal information[/abbr] - [abbr=thirteen powers in total * has most free powers * three of nine lives currently * can shapeshift and possesses all bodies excluding extinct creatures * also has super senses, kindly donated by hipster]powers[/abbr] - battle information - old reference - thread hub
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Questionable. Indeed a good word for the matter which had come to leave them stranded in confusion, struggling to understand, their mind jumping from conclusion to conclusion. Yet none held for long, these thoughts simply faded and in their place new worries grew, only to be left behind, forgotten in minutes. This had lead to be of no assistance for it left them more muddled, yet somehow their thoughts went back to that day, that missing day gone from them, stolen away with no hint of what had performed this theft.


    "Save your apologizes for someone who cares about the," a response made with no thought, words that simply tumbled to life in a monotone voice, their teeth closing over their tongue before they could add one last comment. Yet the want was there when finally Isena lifted their chin, catching sight of the frame of the canine and it all came flooding out. "Fucking mutt, you think you've so mighty and important, you're nothing but a fuckk g sleezy asshole." The first notes of anger seeped into their voice but it wasn't something directed to Winter, no, their mind had flooded with a memory of their childhood, of the one who had swept into their life like a hurricane only to leave behind destruction and horror in it's wake. The one before them was not the wolf dog but something else, a towering mass of muscle and bone, teeth shown in a vicious grin, a canine but one of a different origin, hardened by the streets.


    Fro their throat a hiss arose, the sound wanting to be a growl, to form that deep rumbling that would fill their chest, but it never reached it, their teeth parting to admit this sound. With no warning they launched themself at Winter, at this phantom of a memory, trying to grab at his neck, muzzle, anywhere they could reach. Soon the phantom would fade but for now Isena saw only what their mind perceived, never realizing that this was not the one they hated, a stranger that they forced into the skin of another.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]we might be only animals -
    [abbr=isena | undersized black smoke kitten, stuck permanetly | no current noticable scarring | son of no one | warrior of windclan | suffers from bouts of depression, adhd, migranes, and on occassion will faint without warning]information[/abbr] - battle - [abbr=time control, can not be controlled | formerly shape shifting and elemental control, both unable to be used as all other powers are inaccessible]abilities[/abbr] - biography - plot thread