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    [font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=#aadad9][color=#d0c784]△     Saturnine frowned, turning his glare suddenly on the sunclanners. "You, little bitch-muffin-cunt-cake over here," he said, motioning to Whitepaw, "This. Is. War. Your little fart-fuck of a brother over here can't just go around without permission from at least one high position to go to a clan and offer peace. That's when mistakes happen. If peace is made, and your clan raids before Omorose can relay the information of peace then trust is broken all over again and shit gets worse. Understand? He's gotta fucking learn or else someone like me is gonna beat him over his little-lily-loving head."


    Mercenary stared at Saturnine for a long time as he spoke, before shaking his head and snorting, obviously amused at the insults. He honestly couldn't say too much more than that. WHen Cory flopped between them, he stared down at the anchor hanging from Saturnine's neck, and sighed, leaning down to help Cory to the ground. "Would you calm it? I don't get it either but you have every right to be angry, so these guys don't know what they're talking about. If you wanna beat me up more go ahead."


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    Saturninemercenary ▲ 14 Moons ▲ Male ▲ Darkclan ▲ NPC x NPC ▲ Hell-Kraken


    Powers
    Super Strength
    Elemental Pelt


    Bodies
    Hellhound x Cerberus x Kraken


    Battle
    Brass Knuckles and Giant Hook ▲ Mentally - Literally Nothing ▲ Physically Hard ▲ Ask to Capture + Maim + Torture ▲ No Kill ▲ Attack in [color=steelblue]Steelblue

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    OOC: Rushed, sorry ^-^


    Deep breaths, Scarletscream, deep breaths. Moving to stand between Cory and Whitepaw, the bengal cat did her best to look as calm as possible. "Whitepaw, this is not helping. Cory's right; we can't understand what he's going through. He's got plenty of reason to be angry. Fighting is not going to do anything right now. Can we all just calm down for a second?" Fighting was so, so useless at this point. They'd solve a lot more problems if they just...calmed down.



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    ——She didn't want to remember it, but it had to be done. Digging up graves wasn't her most favorite task in the world, but she wanted Cory to understand, even if it meant sacrificing her own mental barriers and bringing her own demons into the spotlight. She could remember how Odr trapped her, made her feel every single thing Ghostcity did to her, made her watch as the god controlled her body; she hadn't been able to do anything, and felt so dirty, so violated afterwards that she'd never been the same.
    ——"I'm not giving you sympathy, Cory. I just want you to understand. You are not the only one wronged here, but war will do nothing but cultivate war. If you fight those who come in peace, do you think you'd ever achieve any serenity in this world?" She recoiled then, brushing angry tears from her eyes as she tried not to waver from her tirade. She didn't feel anything but the stormy determination bubbling in her chest, begging to be released. Cory had to understand, or everything would've been for naught. The war would proceed, people would die, and everything would just end in blood and tears. "Do this for your Clan, Cory. If we keep on attacking blindly, none of this will ever end."
    ——She stopped, sighed. Everything was being blown out of proportion, and she held a paw to her forehead, rubbing at it furiously. "Sorry. I don't mean to yell. It's just..." The memories were too much, they always got her so winded. And to think she was living in the same Clan Ghostcity resided in, she must've been sick in the head. "Sorry, Cory. Saturnine, is there anything more that you want? Let's just get this over with so we can go on with our lives. Enough is enough. There is no need to fight now."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 480px;][justify]It was sad because he felt like that everyday of his life. Since he could think and grasp the concept of a world he had felt like that. His phobia never let up, he had never been violated but he always felt like there was something coming to get him. Faces lurking in the shadows. And he fought it but now, this was killing his progress. He was reverting and he cowered away from Talia, paws pushing hard against the earth as if she might hit him. His body shook hard and he squeezed his eyes shut before he heard the voice of his brother. Whitepaw...he was safety. The child moved and he pressed himself against his brother, trying hard to catch his breath. He couldn't speak. He didn't want to. Oh god, why were they still talking about him? Please just stop talking about him. His shoulders hunched down and he felt like he was suffocating.
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    [font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=#aadad9][color=#d0c784]△     Saturnine's eyes suddenly flared, and it was obvious that something, right about now, had pissed him off. "Listen, I've come to realize that I don't get pissed at serious shit, okay?! I get pissed at absolute stupidity and lack of respect, common sense, or just fucking comprehension skills. Understand?! So you, sir," he said, snarling at Castiel, "Are a fucking idiot if you think I'm actually trying to make shit worse, you obviously hadn't read the situation well. You," he then turned to Scarletscream and both heads began speaking, "Are part of the reason I'm suddenly not calm, and YOU,"


    There was a low rumble, a strange one that came from the hollow chest of the two. "Are a bitch. Do you REALLY FUCKIGN THINK THAT HELPED HIM?! HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR LIFE STORY TO REMIND HIM OF WHAT HAPPENED!" Shaking his head, Saturnine took a deep breath while Mercenary continued to growl. "Honestly. You are pathetic. If you really had gone through that shit, then you realize that what you just did causes depression, suicide, and self harm. Saying that to anyone who went through that is bullshit, and you know what's even more pathetic than you yourself, is the fact that me, an enemy, is more compassionate to this guy than you are."


    He sighed, shaking his head and snarling. "Talia, no apology can help that," he said, before spitting on the ground. "Again, I'm going to say it, I'm not fucking fighting. It was all calming down before people started attacking their own fucking clanmate. I don't deal with that shit when the clanmate is doing nothing wrong."


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    Saturninemercenary ▲ 14 Moons ▲ Male ▲ Darkclan ▲ NPC x NPC ▲ Hell-Kraken


    Powers
    Super Strength
    Elemental Pelt


    Bodies
    Hellhound x Cerberus x Kraken


    Battle
    Brass Knuckles and Giant Hook ▲ Mentally - Literally Nothing ▲ Physically Hard ▲ Ask to Capture + Maim + Torture ▲ No Kill ▲ Attack in [color=steelblue]Steelblue

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    "I do not care about your petty fighting." He snapped toward the DarkClanner, eyes narrowed before glancing at Scarletscream. "I don't want to understand because I do not care. I will not show sympathy for someone who seems to think something like that has only happened to them. They choose to take it out on my brother again and so help me they will regret it." Whitepaw did not make empty threats. He carried through with his words, especially when it came to his family. Feeling Omorose press closer to him he glanced down and moved to press his head against the other Sha, forcing his disrupted aura to become calm. "Come on, Omo. Let's get you out of this mess."


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    [align=center][font=copperplate gothic]S△TURNINEMERCEN△RY LEON K△MIK△ZE
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    [font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=#aadad9][color=#d0c784]△     Saturnine stared silently at Whitepaw, "Kid," he said simply, and hopefully he'd gotten his attention. Mercenary gave a dark grin, "You're a little bitch. You can't scare anybody with that tone," he laughed, "And just because it'll piss you off, I'm gonna come back here, and take Omo back to Darkclan for a little sleepover." Oh yeah, he was stirring it up now. "Again, you little shit. You're not frightening, you're not threatening. You can't do shit if someone does anything to Omo."


    There was a click of Saturnine cracking his neck, "And if the sleepover doesn't do it," said the right head, and then the left head smirked. "I could always talk to Barron." And with that, the pair laughed and glanced down at Cory. "Hey, I'll see you later. Don't get too down, I'd get sad if you left. I'd like to fight you in a raid," he chuckled, before the cerberus turned and started walking away.


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    Saturninemercenary ▲ 14 Moons ▲ Male ▲ Darkclan ▲ NPC x NPC ▲ Hell-Kraken


    Powers
    Super Strength
    Elemental Pelt


    Bodies
    Hellhound x Cerberus x Kraken


    Battle
    Brass Knuckles and Giant Hook ▲ Mentally - Literally Nothing ▲ Physically Hard ▲ Ask to Capture + Maim + Torture ▲ No Kill ▲ Attack in [color=steelblue]Steelblue

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    As he was set on to the ground, Talia's words had fallen on deaf ears as he refused to listen to her. Oh, so he thought he was the only one who experienced rape like it was some sort of new thing that happened? He wasn't a self-centered idiot. "I don't think it's only happened to me, you little bitch," Spat the male, digging his claws into the ground as he glared down at the child. "And I didn't take shit out on your brother. You're acting like I fucking hit him. I asked a question so don't go saying shit and accusing me of shit. Or you will regret it." Fidgeting a little, he narrowed his eyes at Saturnine and snorted though he felt... slightly appreciated. It was more compassion he'd ever felt in that damn clan and it was given to him by an enemy who seemed to be alright with one of their members being a rapist. Interesting.


    information + tags updated (6/17)

    information + tags updated (6/17)

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    ——"I really am sorry, Cory. I know the apologies won't do anything to fix it, won't do anything to take back what I said to you," she murmured, taking the tirade in stride and accepting her mistakes. She was wrong, everything that she did was wrong. What made her any different? Nothing was right or wrong in the world, and justice was dead. There was only war, as much as she tried to deny that, and war brought out the worst in people. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it brought out the worst in her, too. Suddenly, she was reminded why the gods played her for a fool in the first place. She really was a mess, wasn't she?
    ——She wasn't as strong as she pretended to be, parading around like nothing really mattered when everything did. God, where was Ghost and his drugs when she needed them? Trying to go without was driving her insane.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 480px;][justify]Why....why...why? He hadn't stop crying. His throat had started hurting and he didn't want to be here anymore. But he couldn't move. He couldn't move. He wanted to so badly and he lifted up his eyes to peer at his brother. They were wild and wide open, fear raging through him. The Darkclanner was going to...going to take him and then he was going to.....let...that male...oh god. His gaze wildly flicked around as his brain tried to think of something sane to say. "I want to go home....home.....home.... please." His words were more babble than anything else and he tried to force his legs to work. Managing to clumsily stand his body shook and swayed before he stumbled forward. He had been threatened with rape. They wanted to see him suffer... they all wanted to see him suffer. "White....please..."
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    Damnit. She hated to admit it, but he was right. This whole thing was a mess, and Scarletscream was painfully aware of her role in it. But what could she do? This involved things much bigger than her, things worse than she'd ever had to live through. She was only getting more and more frustrated. All this arguing was doing nothing but making everything worse. "Okay...we're all just making things much worse than they need to be," she said, digging her claws into the ground. "Let's just calm the down now. Clearly, there have been quite a few misunderstandings. Can we all just try to work this out without killing each other?"


    However, at this point, Scarletscream felt like nothing she could say would help. Everything was so gone to sh*t, and she might even be making things worse. That was definitely not her intention, but this was so out of control...she might be better off not saying anything at all, which was her original plan. But it was so hard to just sit back and let all this go down, and attempting to diffuse needless conflict was something she found to be deeply ingrained in her. And so, here she was, trying to do just that...



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    Cory's ears flattened against his skull and he didn't even give Talia a glance before he began to turn to leave, not saying a word. He was sure if he spoke it wouldn't be anything pleasant - he'd said enough already. He kept his gaze down and away from anyone else as he didn't want to look at anyone that was there already. Fuckers didn't care. They never cared. Who did?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=8][font=arial]He was late, but he only caught the last bit of it. It didn't take an idiot to realize what the other was implying. Teeth pulling back from his lips, the shorter dog glared at the Darkclanner. "This Barron bloke can go fvck himself." He was aggressive, maybe, but he wasn't going to let that slip.


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    "Sadly, you're unaware of what I'm capable of. And too bad I don't care." Came his apathetic response to both Cory and the DarkClanner. It was all pointless and repetitive, and boy was he already sick of it. This was the most his emotions and temper had ever been, and truthfully he wanted it to go away. But so.etching inside him always snapped when his loved ones were involved. "Hush Omo. You'll be alright. I've got you." Whitepaw murmured softly while pressing against the other to help guide him to camp.
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    Seems her words had fallen upon deaf ears, but at least everyone was calming down. She made no move to stop Cory; Scarletscream was pretty sure he needed time alone, anyway, and maybe it was for the best. Poor Omorose...she couldn't imagine how he was feeling. But Castiel leaving? That was...somewhat distressing, to say the least. Scarlet didn't know him well, if at all; but she'd seen enough of him to decide that he was pretty levelheaded. If he felt like he had to leave, then things were pretty gosh darn bad. Upon hearing Delta's voice, Scarlet gave a defeated sigh. "Yeah. I full-heartedly agree," she growled, turning to face Mercenary. "Look, you're right, okay? Congratulations. But as you can see, we're all just a little bent out of shape. So...good luck with your 'answers.'"



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:330px; padding:0px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#0E0B09] The winged canine flew over with a happy expression on her face. Saturnine? Here? Well, okay. She knew that this would probably happen sometime. Saturnine was just that kind of person to come over here and argue. It was like his hobby or something. She sat next to Delta with a grin on her face. She really wanted to say,"Oh hey Saturnine! What are you doing here? You little piece of *." But that would probably blow her cover and she would probably get mauled. Saturnine didn't care about her at all, he would watch her get mauled to pieces! "[b]I missed everything didn't I? I'm actually happy about that...    " Saturnine don't you dare tell them who I really am. I didn't tell them in The Rift did I? The spy said in her mind. Undyne had to admit that Saturnine was a smart guy, but she still didn't like him. "Please don't tell me what just happened because I'm sure I would not like to hear it." She said looking at Scarletscream. Actually, that was dumb to ask. If she didn't want to know why was she here? Undyne was pretty messed up.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:LAVENDER;]Lewis was infuriated. He would die before he let Omorose suffer any further as he approached flicking his ears back with a shake of his cranium, damn it all, he glanced in the direction the Darkclanner had left in and frowned unable to hold a snarl. He flicked his fiery tail to the sides and glanced over at his boyfriend noticing his state before turning once more in the direction that the Darkclanner had left and disappeared to. [b]"He has quite the nerve, no? Double the patrols, Lewis. . ."     Mumbled the demon inside of his mind and he turned away watching Omorose being led back to camp. Yes, he'd be safer there. His gaze was stony by the time it reached Undyne and he frowned flicking his tail to the sides. No one was that perky.