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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Regardless of what happened in this clan, whether it be a plague or a haunting, Bennett did not care; he was here for one thing, and one thing only: a gay little husky who slipped through his fingers... or, toes, rather. It was quite unfortunate how Artpop managed to become a slick, greasy little monkey and weasel his way out of his life. Was he too rough? Did his punches sting too bad? Well, in reply to such stupid internal questions, the grey wold would reply with a simple yet harsh "get over it". Who cared about what the dog thought? He was just apart of the game of life.


    Through connections he'd found his ex-boyfriend (or, technically, current boyfriend), and for a moment, he could not believe that he escaped the city to join these feral-fucks. What were they called? ShadowClan? Hopefully they weren't flimsy thin-skulled pansies, although their name did sound promising. Policies went through one ear and out the other; of course, he led a small gang at one point and he made his way through the top with his very successful drug cartel, but he did not know of high positions, or the difference between anti-clan and pro-clan. Why would he? He was a city boy, not a tree hugger. Oh, what a shame it was for Artpop to run to here... maybe the husky thought he wouldn't dare come near the clans.


    Oh well.


    Bennett hummed a rough tune with his deep and almost raspy voice, kicking dead plants off his feet whenever he trekked towards the border. Luckily, the strong scent of piss stopped him from entering the territory-- he did not know of boundaries and how important they were to clanners, but he knew when dogs peed everywhere, they liked to mark their territory... assuming this was the same thing, and because he didn't want to get on everyone's bad side, the lupine parked his ass down and waited for two minutes... but two minutes was all he'd give. After the two minutes was up, he'd continue on and try to find the bastard "Arty" himself.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]His muzzle twitched as he made his way to the border. Rolling his lollipop around his jaws the savannah cat walked through the shadows of the forest. His glowing orbs narrowed a bit as the canine came into view and there he stood eyes shifting little over the other. Hmm. They didn't have too many canine's around but there were some. [color=limegreen]"Alright, name and business for being here." The glowing cat spoke as he sat down and waited.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]God, what an ugly cat. Negative thoughts filled the canid's head as he stared down upon the green and black feline, never before seeing an unnaturally colored creature-- unless you counted the stuffed animals that he tore up in parks, anyway. Half of him wanted to rip into the leader like he would back in the city, but the other half knew that this was a civilization, and he had to play nice. But playing nice wasn't what the drug lord intended to do-- he wasn't Sally Sunshine.


    Letting out a little air from his nose, he finally answered to this cat. Socializing with such a small creature made him feel almost ill-- oh, imagine his face when he found that this was this group's leader. "My name's Bennett. I don't have a business. Lookin' for a home." He didn't know clan lingo. He didn't know people just came up to the borders and said 'joining!'. Nope, he just went about and did it his own way.

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    If Bennett hated talking to people so much smaller than him, how would he feel about someone a whole lot bigger? Because Holly sure as hell was a whole lot bigger than this canine - hell, she'd be worried if she wasn't; her son was only five months old and already the size of a grown red fox - and already wary of him. His aura wasn't pleasant, not in the least, and nearly made her lip curl. But she maintained a neutral expression, stepping out of the trees to join Radio as Bennett spoke. "Then welcome to Shadowclan. I'm Hollyfrost, everyone calls me Holly." She kept a neutral tone as well, though she really would've preferred to leave the area and get away from this person, this Bennett, who's dark aura did nothing to belie his general negativity.
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    [justify]Maya blinked, standing a little ways behind Holly and her father, head cocked to the side a bit. A new face at the border often times meant a new friend; she felt none of the skepticism that Holly felt. The prospect was exciting. New members came and went all the time, so maybe this one would stay? " Hi! " her tone was bright, as energetic as she was. Briefly, she looked towards Radio, though she didn't wait for him to say 'you're in'. Holly already had. " I'm Maya! Um.. do you need a tour? I can give you one! "
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 8pt; MARGIN-TOP: -5PX;]▶ it wasnt unlike the male to greet newcomers on the border. mostly in order to avoid meet and greets, because listening to his peers state their names got boring after a while, even to someone as socially inclined as artpop. so the the drag queen had been strolling forward, not quite paying much attention to anything that didnt have to do with making himself look presentable; it was habitual at this point, fluffing up his scarf and making sure everything was perfect because first impressions were everything. not that he wasnt usually dressed up to the nines in excruciating perfection already - it was something he prided himself on, and to an extent, it was all he had. lacking a bit in the whole 'mentally stable' department, he made up with confidence and charisma. it was what he did, who he was. long, toned limbs brought him over to the border upon hearing the group begin to accumulate, humming a little tune. the scent wasnt quite as strong to him as it was to most - being accustomed to clan life by now, it was simply something he had to deal with, whether he liked it or not.


    his eyes only lifted once the newcomers voice registered.


    deep, a bit scratchy from years of what he assumed was yelling and substance abuse, yet still charming. manipulative. a face that he had been trying hard to forget, drinking until it blurred and melded in his mind, getting himself intoxicated enough for a dreamless sleep. nights filled with memories and terror, because if he was found, things would go to hell. he'd hoped that he hadnt cared enough to come after him; contenting himself with another pretty piece of ass to bring in money that he could do himself. told himself that he was okay now, everything would be okay. even if he did want to find him, surely he wouldnt leave his drug ring. wishful thinking, hm? fuchsia glinted against the sun, onyx pupils narrowing to pinpoints and trying to ignore the wave of violent nausea that wracked his stomach. was he going to vomit? no, no, he couldnt do that. it felt as if someone had injected ice into his veins, the cold sensation filtering in through the canine's bloodstream and chilling him to his very marrow.


    he tried not to look at him - not directly, anyway. the beautician glanced down to his paws, opting to pretend he hadnt noticed the way his body had reacted. straightening up, had slightly lowered, muscles tensed to keep from quivering. submissive, but not showing true fear, masking his anxiety with a soft little smile and a gentle,"hello, sweetheart."


    art had left him. left the city, his 'occupation', his life and all he knew. he had gotten away with the help of a client and left him at a party the night before joining shadowclan, taking advantage of the one time that bennett had turned his back, the one time that he had been trusted enough to leave completely alone. he loved him, yes - he really did. that, however, did not make him any less afraid of what was about to happen to him. it would not be pretty as soon as they were out of sight, and he was doing whatever he could to keep himself from making the lupine even angrier than he already was. ears pinned back, tipping his head up a bit as maya spoke, alarm causing his heartbeat to increase rapidly. the male offered a little laugh, though the tone was off; humorless, forced, afraid,"oh, no, im sure he can find his way around." he chimed, flashing a smile that exposed the pearly whites of his teeth,"hes always been rather adventurous. right, dear?" his gaze shifted back to bennett, lackluster despite their vivid hue, expectancy etching its way onto his pretty features.




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    ♚ basics
    ● artpop 'arty' donatella
    ● cis male
    ● hyper/homosexual homoromantic
    ● he/him pronouns
    ● shadowclan assassin [assistant deputy, hp]
    ● holds the sociable title
    ● mild depression
    ● currently relapsing [alcohol]
    ● faceclaim is jeffree star
    ● voice reference - theme song


    ♚ physical
    ● silver siberian husky
    ● fuchsia / deep pink eyes
    ● tall, slender, attractive
    ● drag queen, wears heavy makeup [reference]
    ● usually covered in glitter
    ● two silver loops in his left ear, tongue ring
    ● wears two leather bracelets on forelegs
    ● smells like versace perfume


    ♚ traits
    ● narcissistic
    ● prissy
    ● easily irritated
    ● flamboyant
    ● slutty
    ● craves affection
    ● obsessed with glamour
    ● rude, bitter, resentful
    ● mild syngenesophobia
    ● will roast the hell out of you


    ♚ interaction
    ● hard difficulty
    ● masochist
    ● fights with a bedazzled switchblade
    ● all free powers
    ● electric elemental [pink]
    ● molecule manipulation
    ● emotion manipulation
    ● glittery pink blood/spit/tears
    ● attack in [color=#fafafa]bolded #fafafa     or risk being accidentally ignored
    ● powerplay is acceptable for affectionate / non-harming actions
    ● pm for plot - all ic opinions forever


    ♚ links/other
    ● based off of lady gagas artpop album
    ● basically jeffree star
    ● [color=#fafafa]ask.fm
    ● [color=#fafafa]biography
    ● [color=#fafafa]shadowclan plot thread
    ● [color=#fafafa]general plot thread
    ● [color=#fafafa]diary
    ● [color=#fafafa]shadowclan event information
    ● [color=#fafafa]adopt his ex for a plot !!
    ● [color=#fafafa]recent development !!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Bennett never had seen mythical creatures before, since he reckoned they ought to stay away from humans-- if a human caught sight of them, they'd probably go ballistic and try to capture one. Because, y'know, their sole purpose on earth is to spread misery and displeasure, those selfish little creatures. He had a few skirmishes with a few of those two-leg walkers. It was unavoidable, really, because of where he lived. But there were none here anyway, so that was the only thing he had to look forward to in this ShadowClan.


    Hollyfrost's validation distracted him from her gigantic appearance-- it was easy to ignore it, anyway, with his quite large ego-- and it seemed as though he truly was in ShadowClan. Alright, good. He did not seem to notice how distrusting she was towards him already, and even if he did see it, he wouldn't care. "Oh, so this is ShadowClan? I was right?" He questioned mostly to himself, despite it being out loud. Honestly, finding this damned forest was hard to do... he shouldn't have killed his little "slaves". Shoulda' got directions from them. Whatever. He barely paid attention when she mentioned her name, although he caught clippings. "Okay... Holly." A grunt.


    Another creature seemed to catch her attention now, surprisingly drawing his attention away from the large Kitsune. She seemed... youthful. Hyper. Luckily she wasn't really obnoxious, otherwise he probably would have literally stepped on her. His distaste for felines was strong, but he had to clearly put up with them for the time being-- at least, until he found Artpop. He didn't know what he was going to do to the damn dog yet, but he'd think of something. "Hmmm." The wolf would rumble, narrowing his eyes down at the apprentice. Hmmmmm. "I'll find my own way around, I guess. Thanks."


    And then, unexpectedly, he caught sight of the creature he solely came here for-- his boyfriend, ex boyfriend, whatever. He didn't care about the husky to that extent; all he cared about what being his usual vindictive, vengeful self. So instead of a smile that would grace any lover's lips in a reunion, Bennett stared at the smaller canine with hot, molten eyes; no words had left his toothy mouth just yet, and instead, he seemed to snort just a bit. The snort was more forceful, however, and it seemed very petty; and then, as if to punish the husky, he turned his head and looked away, ignoring him for the time being. He would talk to Artpop when he wanted to. Right now, the husky would only get a taste of what was to come-- and later on, he'd get it. But not now. Not in front of everyone else, no. They'd probably instantly kick him out.


    He turned fully away from Artpop and instead glanced over to the others that first greeted him. "I'll be seeing you all later, I guess." He grumbled, though quickly trotted off-- in the process, subtly, trying to shove his partner off to the side with a broad shoulder. "Oops." He would sneer as he glanced over, watching as the ShadowClanners grew smaller in his wake.

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    [justify]He didn't seem the least bit friendly, and it threw her off. Narrowing her blue-hazel eyes, Blackbutterflies stopped near her clanmates. "Welcome. Name's Blackbutterflies, call me Blackie." She introduced.
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