there's no welcome in the end ;; open + rabies

This is an archived version of FeralFront.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 bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]
    Neue was sick.


    That in itself had been fairly obvious for the past few days, ever since he'd come back from gift giving with scratches and a nasty bite on his shoulder that already smelled like it'd gone completely sour with infection. With as much as the tabby groaned and moaned about a killer headache and how much he tried to sleep it off without it working, it wasn't really suprising that Neue had come down with some kind of illness. No, it was it did to him that was the concerning part. For a while, it concerned him too, until an impenetrable, stubborn fog shrouded his mind and slowed his thoughts down to an almost complete halt.


    At first, it really had just been an annoying and uncomfortable fever. Nothing much that he couldn't ignore with a little water and a little sleep.. but it'd very quickly progressed into much, much worse: a horrible headache that honestly just made him feel more unbearably off and strange than it pain. Then came his throat, hot and swollen; it spasmed as he tried feebly to swallow part of a scrawny bird he'd caught. He'd nearly choked on the piece. Similarly, water did very little to soothe anything. It made his throat burn more, and even if he tried to grit his way through it, he couldn't swallow. Couldn't even swallow his own spit. He drooled obscenely instead, the frothing liquid bubbling around his maw. Food and water sounded awful. All he wanted to do was hide and sleep it off.


    He was sick, and not the kind of sick you would get better from, and in all honesty, Neue felt like he was dying.


    So, he'd hid, tucked away under a blackberry bush. It was a bit odd, a little demeaning to hide under a bush like this, but he was alone; just what he wanted. And alone he stayed until some poor sad sack managed to notice that he was laying under the bush. It wasn't anyone he knew: a short white cat with a kind voice that grated on his nerves, claws on a chalkboard.


    " Buddy, are you alright? " a lax meow drew him out of whatever half-conscious state had consumed his foggy mind; the red in his eyes was nothing but a small ring around his dilated pupils. Neue only stared at this stranger, his train of thought slowed down to a pathetic crawl. A part of him wanted to lash out at him for getting anywhere near him. Pitiful green eyes stared back out at him, a kind and patient smile painted across his maw " Hey, geez.. you.. you look pretty sick. C'mon, let's get you some help. " The voice was kind, but oh-so irritating. He wanted to be alone.


    Neue growled. His teeth were bared in some disgusting display of slobber and yellowing fangs. The offending stranger backed up, but did not stand down or go away like he had wanted him too. Perhaps determined to help, he crouched back down to try and coax him out from the shadows of the berry bush he was curled under, one big paw covering his maw, wet with saliva and froth.


    The alabaster tabby kept pushing and prodding for him to come out, as kind and as gentle as one could be when dealing with someone as obviously distressed and aggressive as he was. Every word grated against his mind, every nudge of a slim paw set his nerves alight with something. It was simply, too much, and Neue lashed out, all claws and teeth and frothing spit, an undeniable, unreasonable rage in his eyes. The offending white cat jerked backwards on reflex, Neue's claws grazing his forelimb instead. Fear reflected in those kind forest hues as he backed away from him, before he turn and fled from the ill tabby.. but Neue, heavier, stronger than him, crashed into the lanky white cat before he could get too far. Growling, gutteral noises rumbling in his swollen throat and his burning lungs, Neue sunk his teeth into his throat, unforgiving, malicious; every muscle in his body was taut and tense with the intent to kill. The cat was dead before he really knew it, and the heftier of the two tumbled off of him, almost collapsing as his hind legs nearly slid out from under him.


    Neue stared at what he'd done, his expression numb and unreadable, as if he didn't really know what had just happened, before he started to skitter and stumble away from it.


    [hr]


    ok so. heres the dealio:
    — neue has rabies. he is disorientated and very very aggressive. rabid, if you would
    — yes, someone's gonna have to kill him. can't get around it, sorry! he'll come back, though!
    — due to how rabies is spread, feel free to auto-dodge all the attacks...unless, you want your muse to get rabies too? then that's fine! coolio! rabies outbreak! v: just kbow that rabies cannot be cured in animals. it almost always kills
    — and finally, BYE NEUe u shit


    tags

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family: arial;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 30px; height: 30px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/76Qqrq0.png);padding: 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 1px; border-color: black; margin-right: 3px; font-family: verdana;][/fancypost] ―* tracks while i read




    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler


    [/fancypost]

    [size=6]△ △ △


    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]tracks omg


    tags


    #blueberrypancakes

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px;padding:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;color:silver;]
    track since I have no idea how to respond yet, omg

    ★ ★ ★ ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 10pt;text-align:justify; color: #9fbedf; margin-top: -6px]


    [ woah, muse + please excuse the quality of this because I'm on mobile ;w; poor Neue ]


    Blood. Gore. Holster knew the smell of relentless slaughter like an old friend, greeting it ever so often on the battlefield or an "excursion" of hers. Blizzardclan was a place full of scents, the tall pines, the old, ancient rocks that held so much whimsical energy in them that they floated, the whole clan in general reaked of the Earth and all it had to give. But the Earth did not give blood, the creatures of it did, and as such, the funny metallic twang that attacked one's nose and played with their minds, the scent of blood, sliced the air around Holster into tiny bits and made her cringe. At first, she'd played it off as nothing. The day had gone by quite peacefully. In fact, the little cat was taking a break from annoying the piss out of those she enjoyed the company by leisurely sunning herself upon a smooth rock just outside of camp. Though, it didn't seem as though her day was going to continue smoothly, the scent growing from a mild reek of blood to a full on stench. What if Solcsticeclan was coming at them for revenge? What if someone had been murdered? What if someone needed help? Too many questions pressured Holster from her lax position for her not to take off in the direction of the smell in a bounding sprint. Of course, her own concern for her safety at this time was slim to none. If someone had been injured on a patrol, they needed help, no if, ands, or buts, about it. Sometimes her caring nature slipped through the cracks of her unstable, naive personality, but in the end Holster was just that.


    Naive.


    Brambles encased her body like a cage as she neared. The pungent aroma of death and infection intertwined with the sweetness of berries, blackberries, making her nearly sick herself. What could even produce that smell? Cog had told her of a disease, parvo she believed it was called, that ate at the flesh and caused one to smell like a rotting corpse but this smell was different. It wasn't rotting. It was... it was bitter, stinking of saliva and sweat. The combatant covered her nose with a paw, recoiling in disgust. With her fur so thickly matted in the vines of the berry bushes, her paws didn't even help themselves to resist knocking against something... warm. Something wet. The tiny female's breath caught in her throat as she reluctantly looked down at what she had bumped into and to her horror, she couldn't look away.


    Was that... was that a Blizzardclanner? Mangled?


    Holster blinked her teary azure irises in utter shock until something else made her stomach churn even more than the sight of the throatless male.


    The corpse was fresh.


    By now her heart was racing, beating too fast, a caged bird amongst the fear and the claustrophobia setting in from the ensnaring vines. There was no other scent- no warning tracks. Just that sickly, ugly smell. And that smell, she feared, was mixed with Blizzardclan smell. The killer was likely still here, likely someone she knew. Lowering her ears, the white feline began to growl. Who the hell would do this?


    And then her eyes caught more familiar ones. Neue. Oh god. Was he hurt too?


    "H-hey! Neue!"


    Holster made the grave mistake of dropping her guard, taking off to greet the other with a skiddish smile and fearful realization that a murder had just happened. She'd assumed that he was just taking cover. She'd assumed he was just fine, just hiding.


    She assumed wrong.


    Bending down to get a better look at her comrade, Holster gave a soft giggle. She would open her mouth to say she was glad he was okay and to ask if he had seen what had happened. But as she opened her mouth, the smell came in, choking her, gagging her, drowning her in sudden, deathly, realization.


    It had been him.


    Holster couldn't move, hell, she could barely breathe. Her body was rigid in fear, poised like the pretty statue she was with a face of total shock and bewilderment. Adressing the cream tabby with furrowed brows, the combatant began to shake her head, starting in disbelief, growing into fear for her own life. "What the hell is going on? You, y-you better tell me what the f*ck just happened!"


    The post was edited 1 time, last by HOLSTER ().

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify]Lostboy hated the sickness, she hated this. There were no vaccinations in nature, there was no cure for this. Corrin knew the cure, she didn't want to accept it. She looked down at her sword with a frown, her eyes glazing over. Someone was going to have to kill him, and she wanted to make it as swift and painless as possible. But... she couldn't kill a man, as much as she wanted to. But the thought became more real with each passing second, and she unsheathed the blade pointing it in Neue's direction.


    "I'm sorry, Neue. Holster, he can't be cured. We'll have to end him." Her hand shoo slightly. I can't... do this! [size=9pt]♚


    [hr]
    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family: arial;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 30px; height: 30px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/76Qqrq0.png);padding: 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 1px; border-color: black; margin-right: 3px; font-family: verdana;][/fancypost]― Dana didn't know what to think. She'd never been exposed to something like this in her entire life. The worst she's seen was the marks on her fathers arms from when he chipped his bones, old scars from bad times. She watched Daddy talk about some of the 'bad things' he used to do when he got those crazy attacks, but she had never seen more than this. Would she be able to handle clan life? *d-da-- neue? Verdana corrected her mistake quickly, afriad to get lashed out at like the other had been.


    Tears brimmed her eyes, she looked afraid. Verdana's eyes turned a deep purple: fear. She was terrified. Her eyes were glowing intensely as she stared at the body, a whimper coming from her. Danny's gaze moved to the familiar feline, wobbling a few feet away. Why was there so much blood? Why weren't they turning to dust? This only made her hold onto a false hope that they were alive.




    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler


    [/fancypost]

    ★ ★ ★ ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 10pt;text-align:justify; color: #9fbedf; margin-top: -6px]


    Holster didn't know Corrin well. Perhaps if she had, she would have reacted less violently than she did, taking it upon herself to step in between Neue and the sword, innocently stating,"You can't just threaten to kill him," before her hair bristled. She'd moved. Thank god. Right now, the combatant was more so focused on what she thought was right and not losing another life for no reason. Sure, the blood and stench was coming from Neue, but did they know for sure he did it? He looked frightened, like herself. It was hard to retain a composure like the one she had, an attempted brave, trying to stand up for an acquaintance of her own. "We need to go get a medic and get this body out of here. Neue looks like he's in pain- maybe he's hurt too."


    But of course, the more she thought, the more the idea of Neue being okay was preposterous. The young cat wanted little more than to understand what was going on, how she could help, and she was helpless. Sitting here, guarding an assumed murderer.


    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify]"Holster, I have never killed an innocent person in my life. I don't want to do this, but if he isn't killed... the disease will spread, and we will all die. I am a medic, in ThunderClan and ShadowClan. I have seen this happen before, and I won't let it happen to the one clan I care about the most!" She said, tears threatening to fall. She shook her head. "Please... he may come back, get out of the way... or he'll hurt us."


    One could see the way she shook immensely, or how her teeth were clenched. She couldn't afford to be so naive, not today. "He's going to die painfully, or this way. We can't bother..." [size=9pt]♚


    [hr]
    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler

    Display Spoiler

    [size=6]△ △ △


    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px; line-height: .9; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]unlike holster, blue had never seen slaughter.


    he'd never seen someone pinned down and murdered, or seen the indentions from a fatal wound. he'd never tried to focus on anything that wasnt the horrifying contrast of crimson and ivory, the smell of death entering his nostrils without warning and feeling his throat begin to tighten as his suppressed a dry heave. he'd never wanted to see any of these horrible things, yet here he was, approaching with an unreadable expression, taking it all in. there was blood. he'd never really given much thought to too how much blood was actually inside a feline, but from his view, there was too much. it didnt even seem possible, and blue was debating turning tail and leaving on the spot. of course, he didnt - that wasnt like him. it never had been, and would not be as long as he was able to help it.


    part of him thought that he was hallucinating. the combatant had been up long enough for it to be plausible, and the goodness in him refused to see the badness in anyone else, whether it was prompted by illness or not. so blue shook his head a few times, rubbing at his eyes rapidly, his chest rising and falling at an alarming speed. he'd always had a problem with hyperventilating - it felt as though his lungs were ensnared in coils, tugging and pulling at the soft muscle. the abnormally low levels of carbon dioxide in his blood made him feel a bit dizzy, evidently having to lean against verdana for a moment to catch his breath - which, admittedly, was a bit hard when you were breathing down gulps of recent death and infection. on each exhale was a fierce gag, causing his small body to convulse slightly and spasm at random intervals.


    this entire ordeal was a mess.


    once he calmed down enough to not be in danger of falling unconscious, the feline ripped his sapphire gaze away from the corpse, conjuring a sheet and using his telekinesis to attempt covering it up. only then did he realize that he'd overhead holster and lostboy, glancing their way with an expression that betrayed his alarm and confusion. * W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN END HIM? Y-YOURE NOT GOING TO.. his falsely youthful vocals trailed off before curtailing into a strained little sound, digging his claws into the ground in horror. surely she didnt mean end it all - no, no, of course not, he just needed to be taken away for a little bit. so he can get better. neue was just really sick, that was all. he didnt mean to.. tear his clanmate's throat out. of course he didnt, he had ot reason to.


    papyrus used to joke with the temmies, taunting them, asking if they'd gotten their rabies shot. blue had never known what rabies really was. he didnt know about how it took ones mind and twisted it into needless aggression, or the way it manipulated the gray matter of the cats brain and central nervous system. all he knew was that pap had made a lot of jokes about foaming at the mouth, and that it had annoyed the feline-like monster to no ends. the former skeleton had known that was a dangerous thing to do and dragged his brother away upon finding out, but the memory stayed with him. blue bit the inside of his cheek out of habit, flinching visibly as his molars came down upon a sore he'd already chewed into the flesh


    * HE'S GOING TO BE OKAY. blue stated, attempting to sound confident depsite the obvious quivering in his voice, taking a deep breath before smiling softly. fearfully. he was going to show them that his friend was okay, because he was. * MAYBE.. MAYBE ITS SOMETHING ELSE! optimistic as ever. unfortunately, in this situation, it was better to be a pessimist.


    tags


    #blueberrypancakes

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px;padding:0px;width:400px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;color:silver;]
    Oh gods, the whole commotion was causing Frisk to run over. She'd smelled blood and heard yelling, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do, what was going to happen. The look on Neue's face though, the foam at his maw, it all screamed that something was wrong, and Frisk couldn't help but agree with Lostboy, and tears would sting her eyes at this. In the back of her mind, small voices flailed around, screaming at her different things. Kill him. Rabies. Run away. Incurable. Each voice sounded different, like each voice was a different soul, and she couldn't pin down the one she'd known the longest, couldn't figure out which one was the most helpful.
    "H-he needs to be dealt with... one way or another." Frisk would speak at last, ears pinning to her head as soon as she did so, aiming to shift the earth beneath Neue so that it would close around him like a cage, so that he couldn't hurt anyone else. "And the longer he's alive, the more it'll hurt him." Her voice cracked a bit at the end, the whole idea of killing a clanmate causing her to feel uneasy.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"He needs to die. I hate to say it, but he's a liability to the safety of our clan, dearies."


    Pointless slaughter was the last thing Margaery wanted, but an influx of rabies would be bad for everyone. If they were to cling to the hope that they could revive and heal him, they could get themselves killed. It wasn't ethical, but they had no other choice. Situations like this couldn't be helped. [color=#994477]"We should probably do it soon. The longer we wait, the more danger he proves to be. Rabies... Rabies isn't something to play around with." She felt uncomfortable enough just being close to him. If he proved to be aggressive... She didn't want to think about it.


    Glancing towards Lostboy, the Head Paladin gave a pained nod. It was brave of the other femme to take the duty upon herself. Margaery might of been a vampire, but killing a clanmate was something she doubted she could willingly bring herself to do.


    TAGS

    TAGS

    ★ ★ ★ ★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 10pt;text-align:justify; color: #9fbedf; margin-top: -6px]


    Holster lowered her head, allowing her to sneak one last look at Neue before her azure eyes shut in disgust. Disease. What disease? What was even going on? As much as she wanted to, her paws wouldn't move, the end of the sword still pointed her way as innocence retracted her voice from the depth of her chest. "What disease?"


    Frisk's enclosure made her jump, nearly falling right into Corrin's weapon as she struggled to regain balence. Needless killing, needless death. It was now that she found herself shaking, so utterly distraught at the thought of killing someone, killing someone they all knew that she forced rancid bile to stay in the pits of her stomach where it belonged.


    "What the hell is going on? There's no way any of us can just kill him. No one has the right! What if this wasn't even his fault?" Sure, deep down, she was probably fighting a losing battle, defending what everyone else seemed so eager to stop. But, it just... it just felt wrong. Sure, she'd fought in battles but never had she killed someone. Never had she just let someone die.


    And then Margaery spoke, causing, finally, the conbatant's sudden retreat. Rabies? Wait. How had.. how had he gotten rabies? Was it airborne? Was mind warping? The blood of the murdered tom had stained the base of her paw pads after accidentally bumping into him, causing even more fear to swarm her tiny form. Would she catch it now?


    "You.. You can do it fast. Right?"


    A painless death only seemed fair.




    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family: arial;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 30px; height: 30px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/76Qqrq0.png);padding: 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 1px; border-color: black; margin-right: 3px; font-family: verdana;][/fancypost] ― All of the words people said seemed to fade out. The only thing she was focused on was the body before her. Blue's voice was the only thing that broke her from her thoughts. The german shepard pup pushed her body into Blue's, a quiet whimper coming from her. EVen if Neue was not her father, it felt like he was. Was he going to die too? She didn't understand what was going on. Her glowing purple eyes turned into purple tears. * d-dadd-- b-blue, I'm scared. Verdana said quietly, attempting to push her nose into his bandanna. *don't kill him, i d-don't w-want him to d-die, h-he can g-get better, right? t-tell them, blue, he can't die, he... Danny's ramblings finally ceased. One of her eyes was blue and the other was purple, but she tried to hide her face and teary eyes in Blueberry's pelt.




    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler


    [/fancypost]

    why is everyone fast im just a man on a cellphone[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] There were so many people around him, it was driving him madder than he already was.


    His unstable breaths quickened with everyone that began to gather around, all speaking, all distressed. All of their voices felt like nails on a chalkboard in the back of his skull and he hated it. Hated them. Why were they so loud?


    And then, what Lostboy was saying hit him hard. Unstable limbs backed him up, but he was low to the ground. Like he was going to pounce on them at any second. Paranoia pushed at his lungs and beat in his heart, his claws never returning to their sheathes in his paws.


    Threat.


    They were all a threat.


    They all wanted to kill him. He wouldn't let them, he wouldn't. They'd die before he did, he'd make sure of that. Like a hunter preparing to pounce, the unstable tabby tensed his muscles and —


    — before he could leap and lunge at Lostboy, and tear and shred and kill.. the earth beneath his paws shifted and closed over him, a makeshift cage of sorts. The change of scenery left him disorientated for a moment, dilated eyes glancing around — almost afraid.


    * l.. let me out! Once his red eyes settled back on the crowd of clanmates, Neue snarled and spat at them. It was more of a demand than anything, rough claws scraping feebly at the earth surrounding him. His voice was raspy and weak, despite his attempts to sound like somebody of authority. His tail twitched behind him wildly, red eyes wide, equal parts angry and horrified. He wanted out. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be asleep. * ff..fffuck you, let me out! l-let me.. me out! His throat spasmed as he spoke, and he choked hard on his own spit. Neue gagged and hacked up the liquid feebly, claws scrabbling against the ground beneath him.


    * ill.. ill kill you first.. you're not.. nn.. gasping for air, his back legs slid out from beneath him, and Neue let out a distressed moan. They were going to kill him. He had to kill them first, he had to, had to. Wasn't going to die here. Couldn't.


    tags

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify]Lostboy would never know what it'd feel like it. And once Neue was gone, she may never find out. She had seen a rabies outbreak happen before, one of the ShadowClanners had it back when she had been a child, but one of her clanmates had dragged the poor soul out of camp into the loner lands. Even as a child, Yuuka at the time understood. He needed to be killed. Because what was one life compared to hundreds? Nothing. But this wasn't just one life to Lostboy. Every life was worth millions and that was what made it more and more terrible for Lostboy to have stepped up to do this. Lostboy began to weep, her shoulders raising up and down as she tried to stop herself. She looked at Verdana. Trying to manage a smile but it came out all wrong. The tears continued to fall and her invisble eyebrows raised at the end. She couldn't lie to this child, as much as she wanted to. She'd give it to her straight, even if it killed Corrin on the inside.


    "Dear," She began, her glazed over eyes looking at the child with a saddened look. "Your father is infected with an illness, he has no chance or survival. It is contagious, if we end his suffering now, he will no longer feel the pain he feels, and he will not pass the illness on to anyone else. That is what I have to do to protect my c-clan... I... I can't let all of you succumb to this, too... or else we'll all turn into wild animals, and we can't have that." Corrin gave a sigh.


    "I sincerely hope you do not resent me for this, because I, out of everyone here, might be the one who wants to do this the least." She had never wanted to kill a man, but for the duty of her clan, this was the only way. She didn't want Marg to bear this weight on her shoulders, she didn't want someone like Blue to be destroyed by the sight. Lostboy, on the other hand, had known she had seen things far worse. She had seen innocent people slaughtered before her crimson eyes, it was everything that her kingdom had stood for. Conquest. And she hated it.


    "I can make it absolutely painless." She said, looking at her paws. She knew what she had to do, the off-white wolf turned to Neue, muttering an "I'm sorry." Before she morphed into the body with the dragon hand, she was sure she needed to make this as precise as possible, she could barely hold anything in her normal form. Sighing, she conjured a long short sword and hid it from Neue's vision.


    "Marg, p-please get the kids out of here. Now." She begged, pain evident in her crimson eyes. [size=9pt]♚


    [hr]
    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family: arial;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 30px; height: 30px; float: left; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/76Qqrq0.png);padding: 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 1px; border-color: black; margin-right: 3px; font-family: verdana;][/fancypost] ― Verdana whimpered. Her eyes clouded in the color of blue, her optics fully morphing to the color and glowing vividly. Neue might not be her real dad, but it sure as hell felt like it. She didn't understand. She understood, but not really. She already lost her main family, and now Neue was going to die too? The brave Verdana did not feel so brave. The pup forced her face into Blue's pelt, closing her eyes, though refusing to leave. *




    [align=center]

    Display Spoiler


    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; background:url(http://images.photowall.com/pr…est-blackwhite.jpg?w=620&); height: 395px; width: 390px; padding: 10px;][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; opacity: 0.8; height: 157px; width: 350px; text-align: justify;]

    [fancypost bordercolor=#ffffff; borderwidth=2px; background:url(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BwAFTvLCEAELBHB.jpg); border-radius: 360px; height: 135px; width: 120px; background-size: 120% 100%;] NAME: blackscorpion
    AGE: twelve months
    EYE COLOR: blue
    PELT COLOR: melanistic/black
    ALLIANCE: blizzardclan
    RANK: warrior
    POWERS: shape shifting, give & take pain, venom mutation
    OTHER: speak: bold #3399ff, fight: bold #ff66ff, [abbr=blackscorpion | margaery tyrell x milkyway | male | twelve moons | blizzardclan | melanistic caribou w/ blue eyes | missing one eye | wears eyepatch | kind, regretful, ambitious, intelligent, and manipulative | chaotic neutral | single | homosexual | character bond with wisteriapaw | venomous antlers | scorpion tail | vampiric digestive mutation | give & take pain | shape shifting | all free powers | attack in bolded & underlined #ff66ff | no kill | no maim | pm for capture | previously ghostpaw dreemur-tyrell]tags[/abbr]

    [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; opacity: 0.8; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 190px; color: white; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]
    The caribou approached, eyes locked on the situation that was occurring. He could only feel as if this were his fault, from what he had done before he had left two weeks ago. Of course, it wasn't but he couldn't know that. He kept a stoic look on his face, determined to watch whatever happened.


    [/fancypost][align=center][size=8][c] raven[/fancypost]



    [align=center]

    mobile tags

    mobile tags