AHOY — OPEN, ENEMIES WALK THE PLANK

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px;][align=center]LYRA THORNE HARBRINGER-BRISTOL
    [justify][font=georgia][size=9pt]Lyra had disappeared in the night. She couldn't sleep. Thoughts on Pollux, Sola, and her sister swam in her head relentlessly. Sleep was not an option, so she decided to be productive with this active mind. Sneaking into The Exile's territory, she had caught three. Miles, Twinruins, and Littlekit. Capturing a child had not been her intentions. But how could she set an example by being fair? They were The Skulls! Unfair pirates! They all had to learn, including herself.


    A grin was cast upon her maw as she ripped the black hoods from their heads. "Welcome, prisoners!" Yowled the Captain with a chuckle. She paced the line of Exilers, keeping her posture commanding and her chin high. A few brutes hurried over to hold down Miles and Twinruins. Littlekit, however, was first. The frizzy furred leopardess moved behind the little one and gave her a rough push from the back. Her and her young prisoner neared the wooden plank that stuck out of the ship. Beneath was the unforgiving ocean of theirs. Would the prisoners survive this fall? Ah, well, that was up to how well they could swim. "Walk." Ordered the female as she finally pushed Littlekit onto the plank. This was going to be - admittedly - fun.

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    Miles raised an eyebrow. "Ok Captian Hook wannabe- ma'am whatever. What's going on?" The tom gave a small shove to the NPC holding him down. It didn't do much- he didn't mean for it to anyways. "Why so rude? If you lost a stick I might know where it is.." The last sentence came out a mutter.




    For all who don't get his small jokes, I'll put what he means here. Oh, and he means Lyra has a stick up her a*s. IC OPINIONS NO WORRIES!
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    "Someone certainly has interesting nighttime hobbies," Orion would joke with a sly grin towards the snow leopardess. He hadn't dragged his ass off the territory to do some actual work yet -- perhaps he ought to. It was nice that their leader was setting an example for them, however. It'd be an entertaining experience at the very least. Orion would walk over, the feminine-looking tiger casting a bored glance at the mouthy one. "Original, are we?" he'd say sarcastically.


    [spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 08/08/2016][size=8]GENERAL:
    • orion pendragon-grimm-praelium-donatelli
    • cisgender male (he/him) | homosexual
    • no love interest | no crush
    • formerly dmitri | former member of the rift
    • the skulls | trainee (apprentice)
    • 10 months old | aged real time | born october 31st, 2015
    • cainsmark xx finnishwars xx pollux


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] white siberian tiger /w grey eyes
    • feminine | lithe | graceful | pretty
    • smaller than average | runt of the litter


    MENTAL:
    • cynical | irate | strong sense of justice
    • insecure | abrasive | aloof
    • morbid | pessimistic | loathes bullies
    • unsteady | volatile | bipolar
    • bitter | afraid | compassionate
    • bipolar disorder | insomnia | paranoia | depression


    CONFRONTATION:
    • physically medium | mentally easy
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     attack in [color=#E1E1E1]BOLD #E1E1E1
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     conjuration | invisibility


    [color=#E1E1E1]OTHER:
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     originally played by junifer
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     original application can be found here
    [color=#E1E1E1]•     open to plots of any kind | please pm me!

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    Sel made her way over, a wicked grin on her face. "We don't have sharks down there, do we? If not I can supply some." Meaning she'd be more than happy to shift into one and bite at the Exilers when they jumped.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][size=8]As she was roughly pushed from behind, Littlekits fur stiffened and she turned her head to one side to rest her golden gaze on the Captain, eyes soft and wide. "Why are you doing this to me?" She whispered, her tail flicking doefully as she was forced to step forwards, edging near the end of the plank. Her eyes flickered to Miles and Twinruins, ears flat atop her head. "Why are you doing this to them?" The kitten turned her head down and stared at her paws, the claws digging into the wood and refusing to budge. She wanted her questions answered. "Are you a.. bad person.."



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px;][align=center]LYRA THORNE HARBRINGER-BRISTOL
    [justify][font=georgia][size=9pt]Miles only made the Captain scoff. Like Orion said, so original. Besides, how could she resemble that Great? He had a beard, she didn't. He was a human, she wasn't. The resemblance was terrible.. "Keep your mouth closed or we'll put you in The Box." Hissed the leopardess. The Box was a short yet long chest that held hundreds of scorpions. It was used to lock prisoners inside. Her threat was pure and true; he best not test her. She growled, turning away. A smile of satisfaction spread upon her maw as she turned to look over her shoulder, eyes on Sel. "We'll give 'em true hell another time." Reassured the fae.


    Now, onto Littlekit. "Your father has harmed my brother countless times." Was Lyra vindictive - just like Sola? Possibly. As she readied herself to push the little one once more, she stiffened at her words. 'Am I a bad person?' This echoed in her head. "No." The expression on her face was stern and firm. "Your clan is full of traitors and unlawful chaotics. You are the bad people." Poison was spat from her words as she proceeded to urge the kitten to jump. Backing away from her, Lyra pushed her weight from her paws hard onto the board, causing it to wobble.

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    "Yes," Sel said to Littlekit. "We are. At least I very much am." There didn't seem to be any doubt in her mind; if they were torturing a kit they were bad people. She was just a kit, perhaps not yet corrupted. Sel could almost remember a time when she wasn't corrupted.




    "Lyra, you aren't trying to paint us as heroes, are you?" This might very well be justified, but if they were going to do bad guy s**t, they should embrace the bad guy label. At least, in her opinion.




    //ic opinions & pokes Sock. I made the thread dude
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px; font: arial;]"God, leave the kid alone," comes your hiss from where you huddle beside Miles. You aren't angry, per se, just annoyed. Annoyed that you somehow got yourself captured. You'd think you were good at staying away from trouble, after spending the majority of your life keeping others out of it. Well, if you're going to be taken, you're gonna give them a taste of that hell Lyra promises; you've already knocked over the npc holding you, an easy feat in this current stocky form. The only reason you don't try hauling it clear out of the place is that you aren't an idiot. You know you wouldn't be able to take these people by yourself, and bring Miles and Littlekit with you, so you hold back with great effort. You're more worried about the swimming you'll undoubtedly have to do once you walk off that board.


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    "Who? My Dad, Rick?" This was released in a hiss and her tail swung to and fro as she adamantly refused to move, baring her little teeth at the captain. "You're gonna push me into the water to drown because of my group? Something tells me that's bad.. you're a bad person. A bad person who kills kittens." At this she was pushed back, now dangerously close to slipping off the edge of the plank entirely. "WAIT!" Panic took hold of the little kittens heart and her golden eyes widened, tail lashing to and fro as she struggled to maintain balance. "Please, don't do this! I can't swi-I don't know how to swim. You push me down there, I'll drown. Please. PLEASE! DON'T!" Fear raced in her body and her normally calm facade was completely gone as she stared at the snow leopard.


    But one push was all it took and the feline was falling, her limbs flailing to grasp something other then air. Too late. Her tiny body smacked into the waters surface and she fell down, down, down. Bubbles escaped her closed lips and her golden eyes were wide as she began to sink, oxygen failing her. But her paws moved. Up and up and she surfaced, gasping, taking in air. She couldn't swim. The girl cried for Twinruins and Miles, ears pricked, her body drenched.



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    "Either of you swim?" Sel asked casually, examining her claws. Her blue gaze flicking up, all of the usual friendliness gone, instead they were cold, uncaring. "Because she can't." She angled her head towards the plank where Littlekit had been shoved off by Lyra.
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    Miles hissed when Littlekit went under and hopped up. "I do now let me go! She's drowning!" The Tom felt his fur begin to stand up. His anger was clear as he pleaded to be let into the water to save his clanmate.







    //Rushed. Assuming they are still being held down by the NPCs
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px;][align=center]LYRA THORNE HARBRINGER-BRISTOL
    [justify][font=georgia][size=9pt]Contrary, it had been Circusclown. No matter now. His child had paid for the terrors he had caused. Lyra did not flinch at these squeals for mercy - no, she didn't care. No look of emotion crossed onto her face as the little one hit the water and sunk. The blue-eyed captain only turned around and frowned. "You next." Lyra pointed her fluffy, spotted tail at Miles with a snort. "I'll let you do the honors, Sel." She mewed with a nod, stepping away from the plank. Hopefully Sel would be Sailor enough to push Miles in. Lyra didn't have any room for weakness on her ship.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][size=8]Littlekit had yet to realize that her Dad was indeed Circusclown, as did many. She would have been pleasantly (not) surprised if she realized that her Dad was the male that she'd taken care to be avoiding, the Leader of her home. But she was in the water now. She could hear Miles asking to rescue her and the girl released one loud cry before her long fur began to drag and her tiny limbs could no longer keep her up. She was staring at Lyra as she went down, golden eyes blazing with a fury and a fear. She went down and down, staring up at the surface where Lyra and the boat would be, limp.


    lmfao someone needs to save her guys



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]The nature spirit had hung back as he watched the scene unfold before him, a sick feeling in his stomach. It didn't seem right. Pushing a child overboard. The antlered wolf remained quietly as he reasoned with his conflicted thoughts. This isn't right. 'But they're bad.' Aren't we bad? 'No... No, this is for revenge. Vengeance for their horrid deeds.' A thin line formed on his lips and slowly moved over to the edge, peering down into the rippling waters below. There was the drowning Littlekit. Bunching up his muscles, Koda leapt off, free falling before shifting into a large tiger shark and entering the water with a loud splash. The now sea creature lazily swam under as he followed down after the kitten, not trying to help, but did drift close to bump his nose against her body before swimming back up. The dorsal fin on his back breached the surface as he went in a large circle, casually waiting for the other two to meet their watery deaths.


    // no one's getting bitten (or eaten) without permission!

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    "Allow me." The Tom was off in a flash, using the god awful plank as a diving board of sorts, his body angled so he dove right into the water. Miles looked around in the cloud of bubbles and swam over, attempting to grab Littlekit and bring her to the surface. If that was successful, he would lift his jaws, allowing the female to breath. "Sh*t." The male hissed at Kodiak, swiping a claw in a way to warn the shark.







    //He can charge Miles and give him a bite to his right leg as long as it's not to deep. Want him to claw at him or something?
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