self righteous suicide - open + sparring

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=arial]Ronan needed to get his mind off of things. He had been needing to get a lot of weight off of his chest for a while now, but the opportunity had never appeared, mostly because of two things. First of all, his way of relaxing himself was fighting. Fighting anything and anyone just for the sake of fighting so that he could let go of all that pent up anger. But he wasn't able to do that before, because he didn't see himself as being well seen in the clan yet. Therefore, he wasn't sure if both he and his clanmates trusted him around them, trusted him not to accidentally hurt someone in the process. He couldn't trust himself not to let himself succumb into his primal instincts to kill, what he had been taught to do back in the day, back when he was alone with no one but them to keep him company. He often fell back on his most primal instincts as a result, for he had never been taught any others. There were just the basics in his head - love, hatred, anger, fear, possessiveness. Notice how most of them were negative. And even though he was slowly learning how to feel more, feel more in depth, it was so easy for him to snap and forget all of these self-taught lessons he was building up in his head.


    But now he needed to fight. He couldn't just punch a tree and be happy with his life for the next few days. Ever since he had been killed by Lirim and brought back to life, things have only been slowly spiraling down and out of his control. He could barely think for himself anymore, and it almost always felt like someone was watching him... controlling him. He didn't want that again. He didn't want to be used, to be a vessel for someone's dirty work. So all of this pent up frustration and anger was slowly threatening to spill over, to send him over the edge. So regardless of whether or not he or his clanmates trusted him enough, he needed to fight someone before he imploded.


    "Does anyone want to spar? No powers, just physical," the hiisihound spoke up from somewhere off to the side of camp, glancing around with hooded eyes. Ronan's paws were itching to sink his claws and teeth into some flesh, but he desperately tried to drown those feelings and thoughts out.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel nearly offered himself up when he heard Ronan mention the whole 'no powers' thing. Without his angel abilities, Cas was just a scrawny little apprentice who probably would've been better off as a medic than a fighter were he not ... you know, possessed by an angel. Pitting himself against a giant canine didn't sound like the best idea. So he paused before Ronan, frowned, and muttered, "I believe I will... just observe," he muttered, sitting off to the side.
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    The urge to feel his claws and teeth sink into flesh had been rising ever since is his incident. The desire to feel adrenaline pumping through his veins while he dished out attack after attack after attack. The one who he really wanted to punch in the throat - or rather ones - were Immortalcunt and Phandumb. God, the two idiots were possibly conspiring to bring Sunclan to fucking shambles and he couldn't just sit there and watch it crumble to the ground. With a caterwaul of sheer anger, the domestic claws viciously at the ground, leaving four deep marks within the soil. Ears twitching at the sound of someone wishing for a spar, the Lord was quick to heave himself toward Ronan. "I'll spar with you."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; height: auto]"I'm just gonna observe as well," Heavenly announced, padding over to stand near Castiel.


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