IT'S A HOLIDAY TRADITION [ OPEN + TORTURE AND KILL ]

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    It had been instinct. In an anxious, maddening rage, he'd found himself wandering down the mountain, into unknown territory, into what could have been trouble but now had become so much more. Dragonpaw wasn't the most friendly cat, everyone knew that. He'd more often than not spat bitter words at not only the members of his own clan but outsiders as well- joining or not. And for what? Nothing had changed his anxious tendencies, nothing had calmed his beating heart in the face of fear. He knew he would die in the line of battle, in any battle. It wasn't a matter of how it was a matter of when. Each day brought new challenges and a new chapter in his ever present cycle. Between washing his paws all day and watching the other so many young members of his clan enjoy themselves, life had become maddening. Days had fled by as he sat and wondered how he could break his cycle and change. Death could not take him should he will it so. The only thing he needed was the will- but when you're weak and powerless, there is no will. There really wasn't anything for the apprentice to hold onto. And it was sick.




    Finally he'd made the decision. Should no one direct him in how to be stronger, he'd learn it himself ;this... This has not been what he'd wanted, sure, but life went on. He'd make it. This was something entirely different than the matter of strength of body but now it had become a battle in the mind. When his paws had led him away from home, the little cat and begun to panic, fueling himself, pushing himself. In the name of fear he'd lashed out at the first thing he had seen and it had become too much. His whirlwind, adrenaline coated fury had not only promised him a capture in the name of Scarclan, he had become so much more aware, so much more in control. Not a single shiver escaped his striped paws when the tabby lugged the Skyclanner back into camp, bound in ropes to the point it would be impossible to escape and a thick leather mizzle wedged upon their mouth to prevent being bitten. All roads had led to this point. His sickening scowl widened, growing ever deeper, azure irises narrowed in blatant disregard for the poor male's life. Another soul would make him become stronger, more sure of his movements. Anxiety no longer lingered in his brain but instead held itself in his ivory claws.




    Could he do it? Of course he could.




    The tribune slammed one of his clawed forepaws into the Skyclanner's flank to hopefully wake him from slumber. How he'd knocked him out was hidden in haze in the back of his mind. All he remembered was he'd freaked and the rest was ancient history. "Wake up you *. Welcome to Scarclan."




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    Ah, the memory of killing Dystopia was still prominent in Cecily's mind. That being said, she was about to watch another torture and murder take place. "What's the story behind this one?" asked the vixen smoothly, stretching out her front legs. Her gaze settled on the captive before she looked back up at Dragonpaw expectedly.

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    Cade ambled over silently, his nose wrinkled slightly as he gazed upon the SkyClanner that Dragonpaw had captured. This was bound to be interesting.

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    Should he have known Cecily had killed Dystopia, he may have just applauded her. The Exiler had been annoying as hell and twice as useless, proving such when she'd brought her ugly mug over to the border to cause "trouble." Dumb prick. Leaning back as he awaited a return to consciousness, the tribune would shrug his broad shoulders. Why did there have to be a story? They were an anti-clan weren't they? Nobody was feared anymore, not like they should be. Killing one was insignificant in the eyes of many but the thought was so thrilling- "Look at him, he's hideous," Dragonpaw said with a snicker. Oh, but he'd make him so pretty. Pretty * up.
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    The fluff dog dodn't know what he did to provoke this person. Maybe it was something he had done in the past, from when he had been Umbrae. No matter. The amnesiac let put a shrill whine as he felt claws peirce his flank to wake him from his unconscious state. His green eyes flicked around trieing to take in the surrounding. He was bound and muzzled, that wouldn't bode well for him. If he had control of his powers, he would have been able to burn his restraints, or hell even teleport away. But he couldn't and his fear wasn't making any of this better.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Ooh, more tortures. Lithiumpaw made her way over and sat down in a lame track post.[/size]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Everyone had probably at some point found themself there. In the blindness of rage that made you go to decisions that not usual would get made. Trust me Kurloz get it one of this few that actually understand why people so deeply desired after revange and give other thier own taste of justice. That was just how people worked. However it didn't change the fact though to see someone like Dragonpaw that he under different circumstances than this one had have an conversation to in an different day in a different time. To now stand here and see him like this. Welp, believe it or not but that actually scared him a bit to see an such sudden change in behavior and actions. Always being out and about to spend time in the human village somehow taking witness of an torture had never appeared before. This was the first not necessery meaning it all had been blind to him. No, apart of him had known from the start purposely avoiding to have to see anything like this.


    It kinda hurt y'know? Something like this was difficult but even so this was not his battle to take apart of. The way this clan decided to live was not up to him to decide. He had choiced this place so better to bite up and deal with it. Nobody said if not liking this he needed to hang around so that was the plan to contunie on to walk and pretend nothing of this had ever happend. Throwing an blind eye to it all.


    But a part of him just couldn't do it. The bruises and deep bite mark across his shoulder after what his own brother had done to him still left fresh scars. This kid - Dragonpaw was walking down the same path letting the darkness swollow his heart or perhaps this was just the presure to live up to this clan name. Minutes past thinking and concidering before for some stupied reason starting to head up a little bit closer to take accompany with his clanmates only to focus the gaze upon the apprentice. "Sup kiddo, i see that you are um, a little busy right now, heh, yeah.. " The grin was an painful one, having only the unharmed eye opend since the other was still to much swollen up to be able to see anything with it. In a second of silence to think out the next words this eye keept an steady look upon him. " Tell me kiddo, are this really what ya wanna do? " He questioned, calm and collected even if the clumb in the cheast remained.


    It was just an harmless question it was all it was.
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    "Is this really what you want to do?"




    Dragonpaw had already raised a paw, opened his large, sharpened claws when Kurloz spoke and stopped him mid swing, paw suspended in air. Was it? Was it something he wanted to do? A small tremor shook his body, near made him convulse but instead it traversed his limbs and spread out deep into the ground. No. No he didn't want this. So many had already gathered though that now when his anxiety began to rise again, he could only begin to panic. If he let the dog go, he'd be a coward. If he let the dog die, he'd be a monster. Without power, what could be be- a kitten, a sad little puppet in a clan, no real family, a useless fake smile that only powered up when joiners were around? His panic was so prevalent it had become increasingly difficult to function in a day, and here he was now, no different. A freak. A paranoid, freak. Who had it been that had said he had belonged in an asylum? A joke or not, the words still rang true. It didn't seem possible to walk or go anywhere without the fear of dying consuming him. Kill or be killed- it had prompted him to attack and it prompted him now, swiftly, to rake his claws into the canine's face with a hiss. "I want you to tell me everything you can that's going on in Skyclan and I might spare you. So start talking."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]He noticed the hesitation in that move so painfully. It was hard to watch it all totally understanding what Dragonpaw went through right now. The anxiety, having to put up an show to the world around to hide away how miserable they actually felt inside. Loneliness. Depression it all lay there under the surface gripping so tightly around them. Dragonpaw was like him just in an early stage of it all. If he truly wanted to it was still not yet to late to go back before the paws got spilled in blood. Kurloz let out an heavy sigh, grin turning more forceful eye showing an tiredness in them founding it difficult to look at an mirror that pictured the youth of himself. Even if that hesitation was clear in the eyes the young boy still went through with it understanding the pressure this all most have brought. Kurloz did not blame him even if it all frightening him to have to see. This was an decision that this boy had to make by himself not being in the position to try to change this youth future. If he had failed to save his brother it was no way he could help someone else either.


    "I get it " Closing the eye not going to stay long here but for this moment he would remain waiting for the cry of pain from the prisoner. It was nothing for him to do giving up just like always since it was no point in trying.
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    Gawain watched, hoping that as his captor hesitated he would be let go, but no. He felt the claws rake his face and the warm blood start to run down his face. He was currently muzzled, so he couldn't really talk right now. But wven if he could, he wouldn't. At least not in english. Benefit of having Latin as your birth language he guessed. The white dog wouuld send a glare at Dragonpaw. As soon as he got back he'd organize a raid to burn this place to the fucking ground, and trust him, even if he was killed here, he'd be back. After all, he was an immortal.
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    No sound. There was no sound and he could do nothing. He had no powers, no way to make Gawain show his colors and no way to stop the rage that enveloped him, forcing his jaws to clench and hot tears to well in his eyes. Powerless. Everything screamed at him that he was powerless, the venemous thought swimming in his ears and body, cascading down his spine in a chilling jolt. Dragonpaw had never been able to conjure or to possess any sort of power, but when Gawain just glared at him, like he had some kind of control of the tribune, the gray tabby glared back with his azure eyes flaring in literally glowing, blue rage, a blue fire so prominent it scorched his very being. In those clenched jaws of his conjured a dagger, one sharp enough to pierce though skin and muscle. Without a second's hesitation, he'd wedge the knife between the canine's eyes, hold it there where it could still sustain his life before turning around and giving it a hard kick with his hind foot to lodge it in the Skyclanner' brain. Turned around now, he couldn't look, merely feel. His heart was pounding, beating too hard and too fast for his growing body but in that adrenaline, there was no more panic. There was wrath, anger, and somewhere, lodged in those mixed emotions, he felt the surge of power he'd been desiring.




    "Fucking defy me. Look where that got you.... y-you idiot," the apprentice hissed, narrowing his eyes, pupils returning from their constriction to their full plumpness, fading in intensity.
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    The knife tearing through skin and bones sent whit hot pain flowing though him. Gods! This was a first for him. Then Dragon paw turned and kicked the knife in, giving him a bittersweet death. Now freed of that body, his soul would flutter around before picking a random NPC and over taking it. A sechuran fox with wings. His new form. The eyes would turn green as Gawain made the body his. He could attack right now, easily over take the apprentince now that he knew he was there. But no. That would ruin the surprise when he lead a raid against them. The Fox would say nothing as he calmly walked away and out of the camp and territory. He'd be back soon enough.
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