--DO IT FOR HER {O} COLOUREDCLAN RAID

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
    [fancypost borderwidth=2px;border:0px solid #fff;height:69px;width:200px;background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oXc0pxe.gif);background-size:100% 100%][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=2px;border:0px solid #fff;height:69px;width:200px;background:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZryURQM.gif);background-size:100% 100%][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width=0px; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][align=center][size=12][hr][hr]


    The male would laugh. Simply. Loudly. Taking in the air, howling with laughter even.
    "I don't dream. I haven't once, not since the wedding." Maybe one would realize how the male wasn't breathing. How the body would continue to move. This was his puppet. Soul was merely holding the strings. He felt now pain. This body didn't breathe, didn't see. He made it do that. He wasn't the body. He controlled it. How it moved. What it said.


    Thats why he called them 'Meat puppets.' Because he never caged himself inside them. (Unless he was was on standown. But he was just fooling around then.) He was third person at the moment.


    The lion would raise it's head, blood dripping down it's powerful jaws. Eyes still holding their stunning blue color. "Tell me...what is gas to those who do not breathe? who do not see?"" Soul would raise his head. "Alright you f#cking pr!ck. I hope I got your vocal cords. Don't want to hear you talking anymore. As much as it motivates me."


    Still, he'd take a seat."You're not going anywhere, are you? What are you playing at "Imperial"? Plan to tire me? Or are you waiting for the battle to end? Trying to outlast me? Or prove a point?" His icy eyes would narrow. "...Can your clanmates play this game as long as you can~?"


    No, he wouldn't harm anyone else without motivation. He had no other targets at the moment besides this douche, and bigger douche.


    Then he was back to his normal day, in his feline body. In couloredclan. With Hotline, (F#cking asshole) And Lucinda. (His step-daughter who looked like a f#cking guy.)


    "...I'm not as broken. You? I don't know what the hell you think you are. I know what I am. I'm not a god...or a demon, or a destroyer. Though I've been called a final boss, a killer, and...mm...what was it? Oh. Dangerous. To be contained at all costs."


    He'd been broken long ago, by a similar war. By evil people. Had his memories erased too. [color=#ebe1e9]"...GUESS WHO'S FUCKING BACK AND BETTER THEN EVER BABY? 200 YEARS AND I FINALLY GET TO STRETCH MY LEGS."


    He'd yell the words, happily. As if this was a warm up to him. And it was. Even if his opponent could live, he was still fully capable of wiping whole city's off the map with a flick of the tale. Thats what they called Soul Nomad.


    A world eater.


    Hail would fall from the sky. Sharp, dagger like hail. Like it was raining knives. And frankly...this was simply manipulated weather. It could rain these blades all day. Gravity manipulation used to keep them from being manipulated into other directions by Imperial.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;width:110px; height: 110px; border-radius: 100%;border:solid #ff3131 3px; background-color:#A67D3D; padding:5px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/ICAuvMI.png); background-position: center; float: left; margin-top: -12px; margin-left: 40px; ][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #ff3131 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#ff3131; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a2ebef; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;][abbr=One by one, I'll drown you all, and leave your friends for dead.]last man alive[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;] RABDAEL SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS. what is gas to those that do not breathe? soul, soul, soul. word of advice: don't throw stones in glass houses. and don't speak, either, or, ah ...


    he smiled.


    corrosive, soul. fluorine is corrosive! it doesn't need to get into your lungs to do you harm! no, it reacted with moisture on the skin. even soul's meat puppet had that. and it would react and eat away at the flesh. pain or not, it would damage the body.


    ' you're not going anywhere, are you? what are you playing at, " imperial "? plan to tire me? or are you waiting for the battle to end? trying to outlast me? or prove a point? '


    rabdael smiled again, dragging a bloodied, bony finger along his stomach. remember one of our earlier conversations, when i remarked that i was not real to you, because i did not have a name? you knew only an alias, not worthy enough of speaking to me properly. do you know why? i am bound to my name just like a promise, a slave - though only when spoken by someone who can ever hope to control me. he slid his hands up to cup the back of his neck, grinning, now.


    you claim you're stronger than me, soul? prove it. go ahead! howl my name to the winds and see if you can make me kneel.


    in an instant, he was by the male's ear, aiming to lightly touch his cheek with his knuckles. though soul had gotten his vocal cords, his voice was not silenced yet. rabdael, soul. my name - it's rabdael. now scream it, for me, and let's see how strong you really are.


    and then he was gone in a flash, eyes on the male once more. not as broken? categorised? oh, boo hoo to me - i'm outside the box. a final boss, a killer, dangerous? words all heard before - and in games, more often than not? me? you don't know what i am because i am not [i]definable. i ... i am something else. something worse. something far more terrible than anything your final boss fantasies could conjure, soul.[/i]


    the male, older than time, gave a strangled laugh. two hundred years. two hundred years ago, he'd made archangels sin.


    rabdael didn't want to manipulate the hail elsewhere. he simply constructed a wall of earth above him, then had the vines spring up again, thorny mouths chasing soul, wherever he went.
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; background: #ff3131; width: 393px;][/fancypost]

    [size=2px][color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

    [fancypost borderwidth=2px;border:0px solid #fff;height:69px;width:200px;background:url(http://i.imgur.com/oXc0pxe.gif);background-size:100% 100%][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=2px;border:0px solid #fff;height:69px;width:200px;background:url(http://i.imgur.com/ZryURQM.gif);background-size:100% 100%][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; border-width=0px; font-size:8pt; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][align=center][size=12][hr][hr]


    Like paper, the world around him seemed to twist and crumble. A canvas.
    "B!tch, don't f#cking touch me." he sickly sweet grin on his face. Blood everywhere. Walking corpses. F#ck it. He had nothing to lose. This idiot couldn't even out a decent dent in him. "Alright...RABDEAL. SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE F#CKING MADE OF." he didn't even think of telling the other his name. Because lets f#cking face it. In his eyes, this trash wasn't worthy. Wasn't even close to being blessed with the name.


    Molicule manipulation keeping the gas away from his flesh, he'd smirk. "You don't scare me. You never will. Because you can't touch me. Because I've killed millions who claim to be just like you." And in a moment, the environment around them would collapse. Of course...anyone who wasn't as strong as them would die immediately in this sort of environment. The gravity would be reversed. Pulling upwards on the other male. To lift them upwards. Off the ground.


    [color=#ebe1e9]"GIVE UP. THIS IS ONE FIGHT YOU WILL NOT WIN. AND THIS IS ONE OPPONENT WHO WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO SCUM LIKE YOU."