HOW I MAKE YOU MY TOY [oprn, joining (again lol)]

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    //trigger/gore warning//


    mm... so many tasty scents... but no, she wouldn't be allowed to eat any talking clan members.... though she could always make a snake out of a mute npc or two... but it was no fun when your prey couldn't scream in pain as your long fangs ripped the flesh off of their bodies, the beautiful pain and agony, the taste of fresh blood- oh, she was getting hungry just thinking about it.


    Lee would have been a beautiful child, if it weren't for the fact a three scars marred her chest, and one marred her left eye. But there was no real damage to her other than her beauty being less so. The still rather pretty, poise she-cat stood at the border, white fur pristinely groomed. Her eyes were eerie, a shade of blue so pale it was nearly white, with a midnight blue iris.


    And of course, the flirty apprentice was a sadistic, cannibalistic little *er. So her mouth was full of sharp teeth built only for tearing fresh meat off of living creatures. Especially those who were intelligent like herself. Basically, she ate any animal that wasn't normally prey, and just because, as she said, 'dead things taste gross', she ate them while they were still alive.


    She waited patiently at the border for someone to arrive, tail flicking slowly.

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    [size=20pt]TWEAKEDREALITY[/size]


    Male - Wolf/Tiger/Domestic Cat - Difficult
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    ♪So gather all the rebels now, we'll rabble-rouse and sing aloud
    We don't care what they say no way, no way
    And we will leave the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there
    We're fine all by ourselves♪    [/glow][color=black]



    Tweek had finally settled in to Darkclan, having claimed a room for himself and met a few people. Some of them had seemed rather kind, such as Alcides and Barron, and other had been a bit intimidating, such as Saturninemercenary and Oprah. Overall the small blonde was optimistic that things could work out here though, and to solidify his status as a member he had gone out to the borders in search of newcomers to welcome or enemies to warn against, hoping that the latter wouldn't be so prominent.


    "Um, hello?" he would call as he came around a bend and noticed a she-cat quietly sitting there. Tweek had a natural caution when it came to newcomers, one that had literally been carved into him as the scars and brand on his left ribcage might suggest. Still, he offered her a small smile, and came to a halt across from her on the other side of the border. "Can I get your name and business, please?"




    #tweeklookhere


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    [color=black]♪So aye, we brought our drum and this is how we dance
    No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s
    Then leave us alone, cause we don't need your policies
    We have no apologies for being...♪
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    "I'm lipstickpaw, here to join," she said simply, her blue gaze blinking. The violent apprentice calmed herself, ignoring the hunger that plagued her at the moment. "and you are?" she questioned, genuinely curious. It was always nice to learn the name and faces of those you weren't allowed to eat. Lee's tail flicked, and again those icy optics blinked, as she stared tweak down. Her gaze could easily be found as unnerving, especially in the silence.

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    Male - Wolf/Tiger/Domestic Cat - Difficult
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    ♪So gather all the rebels now, we'll rabble-rouse and sing aloud
    We don't care what they say no way, no way
    And we will leave the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there
    We're fine all by ourselves♪    [/glow][color=black]



    And indeed, it was. Tweek was already naturally cautious of most newcomers, past experience having told him that strangers at the border could also mean a trip to a torture session in enemy lands. And he wasn't keen on going back any time soon. That look she was giving him, it reminded him of something predatory, and the fact that it was directed at him made it all the worse. It kept him from stepping nearer to greet her properly, and instead he offered her a smile of welcome from where he stood as she revealed her intent on joining and asked him his name. "I'm Tweek, welcome to the clan. I just joined a few days ago myself." the boy would reply, not unkindly. Though he wasn't thrilled at the idea of being alone on the border with someone who looked at him like a piece of meat, he wasn't going to discriminate against her for her... not unless she actually tried something. "Do you have any questions about the place? If not camps back that way- you can follow that path there." he would gesture to a dirt path a few yards away. It was well worn, and clearly not a game trail.




    #tweeklookhere


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    No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s
    Then leave us alone, cause we don't need your policies
    We have no apologies for being...♪
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    SAL
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    "Welcome." Sal would state as the mask-wearing red wolf approached, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. Who was this stranger? Perhaps she should greet them later. Sitting down, she'd stare for a few moments before speaking up once more. "I am Sal. It's nice to meet you, newcomer." The red wolf would simply and quietly state, concise and straight to the point.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt]With the two quieter members having approached first, the more unstable member would approached next. It wouldn't by any means be easy for the newcomer to eat her if she tried, and even if she were tasty it would be merely an illusion. She might be able to take a bite, yet as a spiritual creature the dragoness would then disintegrate in some form. However she hadn't even considered the possibility, since at the moment her somewhat linear thoughts were too unclear to analyse the feline before her, or even establish her as a threat. Perhaps that would just make things easier for the other. "WEElcome! I'm Nivata, but feel free to call me anything else." She hummed, exclaiming her greeting in a low rumble as she neared the group.[/fancypost]