it was beauty that killed the beast - open, prank

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It had been quite boring that day; the child's eyes had grown exhausted from reading and his brain gone to mush from contemplating the large book he'd gotten from windclan, there was nothing left of the territory for him to explore, and Bohemian, with great sadness in his heart, held no siblings to annoy. There was seldom a time when the lovely creature could not find something to amuse him, but when he could not, the outcome was nothing of great pleasure- well, not towards his clanmates anyways.


    A simple prank would do to cure his hardy boredom. It involved a pit hidden and concealed by ferns and leaves, looking like the ground. Once someone fell in the pit which wouldn't do much harm seeing as it was only two meters deep, a giant paint canister would tip and pour purple paint all over whoever was unlucky enough to fall in the pit. The paint can itself was hidden and concealed so that no one could find it, high in the tree. However, this prank was for fun and for mischief.


    Yes, this was the same boy all had been gazing upon with a sort of fascination and wonder as he attempted to read over the lines of, and understand, a book of complicated alchemy and ideology. Dear Bohemian was a bag of contradictions, however, and his uncanny love of finding trouble was one that was second only to his curiosity about the world around him. And so he sat, a little far off from the trap appearing oblivious; if it went correctly, it would be the perfect crime.

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    It would seem that hos first day back in Bloodclan was definitely going to be.. Colorful. He'd hoped to go about returning quietly and with some level of dignity, shaking off the expectations of his now gone parents in order to live life for himself, but poor Dai would be lucky to escape without turning his own clan against him in a fit of rage. He wasn't exactly the humorous type. The young white cougar had been forced to grow up far too fast to figure out how to enjoy life little things, and now the youth was nothing more than a bitter warrior covered in more scars than anyone his age should rightfully have. He'd come back from his life as a rogue to take back what he'd lost, but if he'd known the clan was evolving into tricksters rather then warriors, he might have stayed away.


    If his super senses had been turned on he might have avoided the pit, but with no real way of knowing what was there -since there was so much traffic in camp anyways that there wasn't a need to track anything actively- Dai was caught completely off guard when his paw lurched through open air, sending him tumbling head first into a pit. He landed with a this in the dirt below, a soft growl escaping him. He had barely enough time to sit up before something was poured all over him.


    There was a moment of silence, and then a snarl ripped through the clearing. In a single powerful leap the oversized cougar claws his way out of the pit, blood red eyes smoldering as they scanned the area. His usually pristine white fur was stained a deep purple, splattered and streaked with the dark paint. It was quite comical, if you weren't Dai. When his gaze found Bohemians resting on the hole his gaze would narrow and his claws would flex in anger.


    ""What the hell is your problem, kid?" he'd snap, fur bristled in anger as he started toward him. Fucking people. He hated them.




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    [justify]At the sound of a bunch of rustling leaves, Deltapup came over to investigate. Once she saw who had fallen into the pit – and who was now coated in purple – she tipped her head back in a rowdy laugh. This was hilaroius. Why had she never thought to do anything like this? Del looked to Bohemian and flashed him a grin of approval. "That was awesome." she whispered, glancing every so often to the poor prank victim to make sure he didn't hear her words of approval.


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    [spoiler=tags][justify][color=#757472]BASIC —
    Deltapup Dixon Pendragon Grimm Praelium Simul Stamus Mortem Donatelli | female | 3 months | pup of BloodClan | dual alliance with the Rift | formerly known as Prisma | Cainsmark x Finnishwars x Pollux x Merle x Sola | bisexual | single | apprentice to none


    [color=#757472]POWERS —
    invisibility | conjuration | absorb spirits 0/9 | character bond with Copperpup


    [color=#757472]BATTLE TAGS —
    husky pup | very easy | pm for injury or capture | no kill | attack in [color=white]white and/or underlined


    All opinions are IC!

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    [justify]Horrorstory would've been more then likely to fall in had someone else not come first. He suddenly felt emptiness on the tip of his toes when he scented someone, and then smelled paint. Horrorstory stepped back when he heard a snarl, claws unsheathed unsure if this was a wild beast or just someone pissed off.


    The blind tom recognized the scent of the Bloodclanner, and heard Daimo's words. He could tell that when someone got angry, the best thing to do was watch for any physical aggressiveness. Horrorstory wouldn't allow Bohemian to get hurt, whether it required getting his paws dirty or not. Even if it came to clanmates. He protectively came to a seat right next to Bohemian, seeming to have a calm demanor but protective side to him.[/justify]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]"Purple is really your color, it brings out your eyes." The child offered simply, it truly was perfect for an ivory pelt creature to be dosed with such a bright shade of lilac; there were no spots of true fur color just pure and unadulterated lavender. As the other called out his name, however, Bohemian instantly felt cheated. How could he'd of figured out so swiftly? He shot a cautious smile towards Deltapup before gaze of sapphires and stardust once again approached his victim. "You didn't have to fall into it." He noted with the most nonchalant of shrugs wracking thin shoulders.


    Then along came Horrorstory spitting fire and prepared for fighting the largest and cruelest of beasts, it quite caught the fragile creature off his guard, almost causing him to fall straight onto his ever-lovely face. Such a disply of pure fearlessness, of kindness, kindness towards him , that had been enough to knock him off his footing mentally as well. As the elder creature seemed to calm, but held a viscous aura about him, and settled alongside Bohemian; bo felt a great deal of fascination alongside flabergastment, gaze falling on Horrorstory a bit confusedly. Well, he certainly felt quite a deal safer than previously.