are you insane like me? been in pain like me? ;; CAPTURE

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    It was amazing.


    It was amazing to be able to go out and just grab someone and not have to explain to people that he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take the knife hanging around his neck, unused for so long. Here, he could do so much, and nobody could interfere, here he could plunge his knife into whoever he wanted and laugh all he wanted. He could feel the familiar sensation in his chest, the rush and the utter joy he got from spilling blood. Adding new stains to his once white pelt.


    The guy had been a fighter. Unfortunately, he had to knock him out to get him here, meaning he couldn't watch him struggle and spit empty threats at him. There was always a rush to having to fight for a reward, having to pin someone down to get them to bleed. There was not a single mark on the other male yet.


    He had dragged him to the middle of camp, smiling like a mad man, just leaning over the limp body and waiting for them to get up. He didn't care who saw, he didn't care who didn't like it, he was going to make his captive so beautiful.

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    Sango used to love tortures, she couldn't get enough. But after a few hundred years, the spark seemed to die out. As she saw the captive dragged into camp, the canine would lope over with half lidded eyes. All that was on her mind right now was Kagura, Sans, Frisk, Raizen. She had to keep FrenchPaw safe now, she did. She would not meet the same fate as the others.


    The hellhound sat down nearby with a neutral expression, looking spacey and disinterested.


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    [justify][size=8][color=silver]Paintedkit tumbled up, a curious expression on her face, what was going on here? Why was Mr. Smiley (her newfound nickname for the new member), doing? It was scary, and what if he was... gonna do that to his clanmates next?! That was a terrifying thought for the petite kitten. "What is you doing?" The grey kitten inquired, with her sweet, improper grammar. Being only four months old, it was hardly possible for her to be perfect about grammar, now wasn't it.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 239px; background-color:white; opacity:0.6; overflow:auto; color: black; font-family: andale mono][justify]Eridan scoffs a bit. He joined a clan and captures someone five seconds later, what a good impressions. Eridan wasn't a torture person he thought of it as too evil for any good to come out of it. Torture is for people who are just bored and want to hurt someone. He sits next to Sango watching Jeff.
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    [justify]Captures. Something he remembered from the last time he had lived in Shadowclan. It was odd, really, how they always seemed to turn up. Stirring all matters up in an disagreement over something that was probably rather stupid. But on occasion, Bullet could handle sitting in to watch, as long as he didn't do anything himself, as taking part always set him slightly off in mentality for the day, sometimes even days. Padding over in silence, the tom would sniffle softly, soft grey hairs around his maw twitching slightly.[/justify]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Bella remembered the capture contest. The one that she had participated in. Now, this was just done for fun it seemed. But, she was okay with that. They were an anti-clan, after all. The lioness would seat herself silently, waiting to see what would happen.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:420px;text-align:justify;font-size:12px;line-height:1.5]It had seemed Fayina had blocked out the voices, all except for Paintedkit's. She didn't want the kid to be subjected to seeing such a thing at a young age, and considering Fayina's knowledge that Jeff was cruel, even more cruel than Fayina, the large blind dog slid her way over, following the grammatically incorrect voice of the leader's adopted child and attempting to put her paw on the mollie's back. "Adult stuff, which means you should leave. I will even go with you."


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