Let go of the past (open)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]Very, very unluckily for Wildpaw, those pawsteps happened to be owned by none other than the most piece of shit, rude-ass guy in probably this whole clan; Sitri Runihura. "Hey, kid. What's your sorry ass doin'? Don't think I've ever seen your ugly mug around here, so give me details, quick. Before I deem you an enemy and rip your face off." the melanistic lion spoke with a tone of amusement, sharp teeth gleaming dangerously as his white optics sparkled with mischief. Damn, seeing so many hellspawn kits and apprentices and shit was getting annoying.

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[justify]sure, this was the person who'd been a bit confusing at the border, but the cub was not going to let someone push around his clanmate, even if he was a weakling in his opinion. "hey mister, back off." he growled, southern accent prevelant in his speech. his voice trembled, but he forced himself to stand tall. "there's no need to be mean to the gal."[/justify]

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=2.5px; bordercolor=black; width: 375px; color: black; font-family: georgia][justify]Requiem was lurking in the shadows just a few yards outside the border, ears flattened as he eyed the kit that had approaching the territorial marking. Around his middle, a white bandage was wrapped, the part of it near his belly possessing a distinct reddish tint, like blood was soaking through. There were gaps for his wings in the wrapping of gauze, and he unfurled said wings in a slight stretch, visibly flinching. Clenching his teeth slightly, he quietly stared at the feline, shifting his weight slightly and wrinkling his nose in distaste as he saw the unfortunately familiar and unpleasant lion pad into view.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]Sitri merely turned his gaze toward Bonecub, grinning dubiously at him with a dangerous air that only a demon like him could possibly pull off. "Fuck you." was his simple, quick reply before he turned his gaze back toward Wildpaw, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Okay, hurry up, clock's ticking. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock... Nyahahaha! Isn't that fun! Better say something fucking fast!"

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Oh, it was this kid again. The one that acted like she'd wanted to carve a nice hole into his stomach and pull out everything inside when he'd first met her. He'd seen her around since then, never really interested in speaking with her. Her aura bothered him, despite the fact he also found her odd hostility after he questioned her sanity to be funny. Scared wasn't the term for it, as proven by the fact he had mocked her while she waved an axe in his face, but he enjoyed acting like it. Creeping up behind Sitri, acting frightened and not really caring how the other demon reacted to his presence, he commented, "Ooh, I met her. Waved a lovely axe around at me, grand talk that was." He hid behind Sitri, reaching up so he could peek over the lion's shoulder as the apprentice before ducking back down again, stifling a snicker. There was a rather playful, careless air about him.

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pyrrhicwar wasn't sure why hostility made him so uncomfortable - perhaps it was just unnecessary conflict that made his gut twist painfully, but he never really cared to specify. trotting forward, he kept his jaws shut for the time being. naturally, if anyone seemed to get a bit ruder than they already seemed to be - sitri's behavior was pretty typical - then he'd step in. right now, though, he just waited for wildpaw's reply, head turned some direction absently.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]"Oh my god, are you serious? Why can't you just speak, you fucking piece of shit wimp? You are literally easing into a goddamn death wish. I am legit this close to ripping your ugly face off. Just saying." Sitri spoke, his insane sort of glee quickly switching to annoyance and anger, which was usually what happened when he didn't get what he wanted immediately. When Zae pretended to hide behind him, he merely chuckled and gave the other demon a single pat on the head and a seemingly semi-flirty wink before looking back to over to the feline, snorting irritably as he waited for her to say something or other.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]"Eh, I died once before and I didn't really like it. Really boring, you know? Also, hell isn't as cool as anyone thinks it is. Kinda just... Fire and death smell? Everyone's bored. Spread the word." the lion chucked, picking at his teeth with a claw as he was completely unfazed by her screaming, his tail thumping at the ground once or twice in boredom. Well, at least she'd spoken. Now he wouldn't kill her.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]"What, gonna hit me with that? Go ahead, I won't feel it." Sitri said with a sarcastic smile, phasing into ghost mode and continuing to bite on his claws, his ivory optics increasingly getting more and more bored as he watched the ax, then the feline, and a chuckle then rumbled in his throat. "Huh. It's funny how dumb you are, actually. Threatening to hit a clanmate with an ax? That's pretty lame."

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify]● "All of you are annoying, to be honest." Lost muttered under her breath, staring to Sitri and Wild with a look of annoyance. "You should open your eyes, and realize he probably won't change of you ask him with words," She said stoicly. "And you should look up 'welcoming' in the dictionary." She told Sitri.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#eaeaea;]Sitri merely shrugged. "Honestly, I don't care. I'm only staying here for one reason, and one reason only. Don't want to get kicked out just yet, so sadly all my murderous thoughts are being contained at the moment, which is super boring. Also, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not gonna go insane, kid. I've got a good grip on what the fuck I'm doing." Ah, yes, this idiot didn't know what she was spouting. Typical. He then swung his gaze over to Lostboy, nodding thoughtfully. "You know what, I should. I don't think I have the emotion that makes me capable of being 'welcoming.'"

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Zaevir snickered as he was patted on the head, flashing a small smirk. Then he sat back to quietly watched the exchange, muttering a quiet 'I told you so' when the axe was revealed. He glanced over at Lostboy as she approached, listening to what she had to say. "She wants to tear us open and spill out entrails, do we have to be welcoming?" he queried. He was a little unsure if he wanted to sound like a whiny child or a sophisticated, reasonable demon when he asked that question, so his presentation was a bit of both, pouting in the kitsune's direction but speaking in a level tone. Not that it mattered if she did feast on his organs, it wasn't as though he'd die, but he was having fun, so he made light of the threat.

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