If i know you [Open: fight + Dystopia needed] I'll know what you'd do

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    The sound was probably enough to bring others to come see, ruffling feathers, the scraping sound and a frustrated groan as you rolled over only to feel liquid drip down the host's back. You hid your face in your paws, trying not to show any of your anger. This was... getting out of hand, way too quickly. The smell of blood would be enough to lure others closer and you were quick to cover it up. Using scent manipulation to shift the scent around you, ash and blood. The old scent of the Black spiral dancers. Ah, that was a good place, before you died at least.




    You lifted your head, taking survey of the people around you, none seemed to stop by, or say something. You felt a pang of... something inside your chest at that. You remember when you were leader- there was fear at your very presence. Fear of who you once were, fear of what you could do. 'The demon whisperer.' They had called you, "The link between the brothers, fomori's vessel" It was the gossip of your 'glory days' when you reigned leader. You missed that, you missed that power. There was a *ing temple in your name one that no one returned from, a banishment to all who went there. Even know, it was hidden deep, lost in the tunnels- even to your past clan. You wondered if they even knew of the dangers they walked upon.




    You only noticed that the body was still bleeding, by now it would have been healed- or at least in the process of doing so. The blood was still flowing, running down your back and onto the floor under you. "Weak!" You growled to yourself, this body was already growing frail. You tried to focus on your ability, it was a small cut- running just between your shoulderblades. it was so small yet it looked like you had just ripped your own wings off. you felt the blood head, a concentration and the hardening of the blood there. Scabbing instantly.




    "Well, no I look like a bloody war hero." You let out a chuckle at that, sitting up, spreading your wings and shaking, blood splattering around you the small puddle at your feet. You were feeling dizzy. You lost quite a bit, a bit too much blood. You forgot how useful that was, this was a mortal body. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    There was a scrabble of a noise that drew the small tabby through the tunnels, unable to say she was too surprised at the winged creature. Ah, a little bloody now weren't they? She tried not to giggle, after all it wasn't all that funny was it? Someone else was inhabiting Jammal - not to say she and Jammal were besties or anything but...


    [b]"Is that what you would call yourself...?"

    		 It was a lot of blood, but she sure wouldn't call this stranger a hero. "... Right now you're more like a dead man walking like this."




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    [font=georgia][size=8]now the past I’ve tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive[/fancypost]
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    Dystopia would prowl from the shadows, looking at Obscuro with narrowed eyes like slitted night skies, a frown upon her downy jaws. She wasn't exactly thrilled to have her old enemy in this clan, even less so with her possessing a good and trusted member of the clan. Then again she was already in a foul mood, with the constant itching of her pelt and the slight irritation that came with the growing weight in her belly, so this was just the icing on the cake.


    "I wouldn't exactly call you a 'hero'." The lioness would growl venomously, her ears held down and her barbed tail twitching fiercely. She was in no mood for this bitch's antics, and she was going to make that clear. Any clear headed beast would just ignore her and move on, but unfortunately Dystopia was not clear headed when it came to those who had wronged her.


    "You need more scars i'd be happy to add to your...collection. I'd be very happy to tear you up right here, right now. Rip your soul right from Jammal's body and [I]slaughter you in front of everybody here. Maybe drag you pack to the Port Mafia and kill you there as an example of Exiles strength." The femme would rant with reason with spits and hisses in her words, her body burning internally. The scent of blood was also partially setting her off, like a shark scenting blood in the sea. A dangerous combination.[/fancypost]
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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]trouble is I know it’s petty, but I hate to let them live[/fancypost]
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    "Nah, I'm far too bad to become a heroine. I was thinking more villain apprach. Doesn't it fit me better?" you had aid the first thing that came from your mouth, rethinking it, you were far too mean to be considered a hero. Far less mercy, no, villain seemed to suit you better.




    The other comment she had made earned a short laugh from you, but you paticularly decided not to comment on it. As it was said the fimiluar from of another leader apprached. Dystopia looked a little worse for ware, and you thought she would know better than to go picking a fight. Apperently not.




    "You know dyst, i am quite sick of your sh!t." sure, it was fine that she came over and directly challange you, threatened you, was proving to be more of anuisance than entertainment right now. Except, it wasn't.




    "I've been doing this for some time, I think your scared really. You know I'm stronger than you." You were not one for idle threats, but idle challange was fair play. You slowly rose from your feet, a smile settled on your face.




    And there was a fire in your mouth, a bubbling heat that started to travel up your throat. With a snarl you broke composer. Opening your mouth as a satisfying yellow fire broke out, threatening to consume the leader if she didn't move fast enough.




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    [font=georgia][size=8]now the past I’ve tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia would stand where she stood as the fires raged towards her, still and focused. The flames would stop inches from her, the Boss taking control with her own power of fire manipulation that she was rather skilled with at this point. Allowing the fire to fizzle into nothing, Dystopia would growl mightily.


    "I'm stronger then you take me for. I've grown, Obscuro. I have [I]power now. I think you're the cowardly one, too frightened to make your way on your own so you take over one of my most trusted Exilers for kicks." The lioness would hold her head high, her eyes flashing dangerously. "At least I wouldn't do such a thing. Pathetic." She spat the last word like it was poison in her maw, ignoring the dryness in her jaws that also irritated her recently. She was a mess, but she refused to back down and admit defeat. That was either a strength or a weakness depending on how you looked at it.


    As retaliation, Dystopia would conjure up spikes of earth underneath Obscuro's body and have the jut upwards. It would impale if she didn't get out the way fast enough.[/fancypost]
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    Her comments didn't bother you- you didn't expect a demon to understand the need to possess a body as you did, this body was meant as a vessel. Unlike you, her body wasn't sealed away, it was something you have yet to find, and you planned to find it. Find where they had hidden it. "No, your spirit is stable, mine isn't, do you know why?" You grinned, leaning on the spike, claws digging int the edges as tried not to give it away too soon.




    You opened your mouth again, about to speak- but instead a screetch ripped from your lungs, echoing around you and hightening, higher and higher enough to cause massive disorentation. "Your soul is still together." This was an intentional tacktick, not many knew your secret- a broken cracked soul devided. It wasn't meant to be this way, the way it had become. It was so broken and a body that held those peaces together was doomed to die holding a piece of her spirit like Jammal was- it aged quickly- slowly absorbing the life force of the host.




    You aimed to jump from the spike- your claws aiming to score into the leader's face. Slicing through the tissue like butter due to molocule manipulation
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    Dystopia would snarl in anger and stumble backwards, raising up a paw to shut her left ear while she flattened the right one out the pain that threatened them. Her head still throbbed after this, her mind scattered. She didn't even hear what Obscuro said afterwards, she was just reeling from the strike.


    Her confusion made her vulnerable, and she roared out once she felt claws slice at the sensitive flesh of her face. The leader cried out loudly, stumbling backwards from the sheer force of the attack. The Boss would blink through the scarlet that obscured her vision, making her literally see red as she glared through the bloody wet mask on her face. The wound would surely scar, leaving a mark from this battle. Her face curled into an expression of hatred, finally snapping.


    "You're dead."


    In a single swift movement the lioness would lunge foreword with the help of her super speed, aiming to wrap her jaws around Obscuro's neck and throw her against the stone wall with great force and might. At the moment she didn't care that this was Jammal's body; she just wanted her out of her clan, out of his body, and out of her life forever.[/fancypost]
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    The screech reminded him of Sweetdream's attack, and as Nightflower felt his body recoil at the sound alone, the domestic fought instinct and hurried towards the noise. The scent of Dystopia reached him - along side Road's and Jammals. Fur bristled the tom let his claws unsheathed, but left confused as his leader was attacking Jammal.




    God damn it what did he just walk into?!




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    You knew from before, that you shouldn't have picked the fight. You couldn't resist though, watching someone boil with rage was entertaining, and getting under an ex-victim's skin was one of your specialties. You would have been able to dodge the attack, but you were gloating, and suddenly you were on your side, your head lifted by your neck that in the other leader's jaws.




    You scratched at the ground, your claws raking the ground- creating groves and leaving traces as you did so. The sound gave the desired effect, as you were slowly relaxing- and- oh you forgot quite quicky about that. -You hardened the muscles on your neck, makeing them very hard to break but easy to shatter.




    "I thought we already covered this." You wheezed out, looking up and catching sight of nightflower. The male looked alarmed, and had every right to be- if one didn't know better, it might seem like she was trying to kill you. "But you- are very much alive. That there lies the weakness." You continued, speaking- just blabbering really. It was something simpleton's could understand. With a pause you halted. Adjusting your wings, folding them in half before your spoke one last time- probably the last time if she tried something else to kill you. "Now, are you really about to make the same of Jammal?"




    The folded wing suddenly shot out- under your control, aiming to hit the center of her face, between her eyes on the bridge of her nose. It should get her to recoil back, at least enough to draw yourself up and take a gulp of air.
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    "Whoa." What was this? He was a simple tom, like a really, really simple tom and he wasn't exactly sure what he was witnessing here. Dystopia and Obscuro seemed to be going at it like wild animals, which was enough to make his pelt prickle with secondhand agitation as a small chirp of a growl escaped his throat. The male kept himself on the outer edge, flattening himself to the earth so he wouldn't be in the way of the much larger beasts. Who had started this?


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    The commander of war was expressionless as she watched, lacking any concern for Dystopia. If she truly wished to live up to her claims of strength, she could prove it to everyone where she stood. Aile had always been doubtful of the leader, although she'd never been especially fond of Circusclown either when he'd led. As far as she was concerned, no one could act as a better leader in the Exiles. Except possibly her, since Aile needed to put herself somewhere while expanding her ego. She didn't know Obscuro personally, and she didn't care about Jammal either. But he hadn't been the worst member, so it was somewhat preferable that he was returned to their ranks. If Dystopia was in trouble, Aile would defend her if commanded to. But she doubted it'd happen. Dystopia was determined to fight her own battle, and if she needed to call on anyone it'd probably be her pathetic righthand.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia would hiss out in pain as her face was struck once more, leaping back in recoil and releasing Obscuro. The lioness would growl and shake her head, scarlet droplets being flung about in little sprinkles. At this point she didn't even heard her enemy's words, her rage consuming her. Her eyes blazed dangerously, a mad look upon her facial features.


    "[I]Shut up." The Boss would hiss, her back arched up and her massive wings out threateningly. "I don't care about what you have to say! I just want you out." Without another word, Dystopia would lower her horned skull and charge like an enraged rhino and aim to headbutt Obscure roughly, hoping to apply great force with her might.[/fancypost]
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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]trouble is I know it’s petty, but I hate to let them live[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5tS1oM3.jpg) center; background-size: cover; width: 50px; height: 70px; margin-top: 38px; margin-right: 23px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 93px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -11.5px;]My past has tasted bitter for years now,[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 6px;;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 23px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9px; color: #010101;]For once, you decided to stay silent for the moment. Not that you were stunned by her words- they were what you were getting fomr mose people who knew you. 'get out' 'unwanted' and honnestl- these words were such a downer to hear. It was dissapointing in a sence how easily people played into their own rage. Much like dystopia, the ex-Demon queen could never admit herself to that. Loosing control- utterly lacking an power.




    The charge of Dystopia was dogged quickly, rolling to the sides and getting up, hopping to your feet and angling your direction towards the leader. Others were coming around, joining the spectacle with looks of anticipation. You didn't spare more than a glance at the growing group. Instead, you returned to your focus on the leader. So far you both were doing equal damage, one hit- miss, the other hit, miss.




    This dangerous game could only become entertaining for so long. You knew that the boss had already lost it, and you were slowly bringing yourself to the same state. Would this be fun if both of you really paid heed to your battle-lust? No, this needed strategy, finesse, you did have a crowd to please after all. Even if most of them were thinking you would be the one losing the fight.




    You aimed to bring into action your own long awaited powers- manipulating the ground under her to form shakels and aim for her legs- catch her and hold her still at best, least trip her from her attack at least- if the attack worked. The next thing you planned was to go in for the finishing move, from her side you aimed to leap, hopefully pushing her to the ground a securing her there with the same tactic- shackles.




    Blood poored from your nose, dropping down your chin and slowly loosing more blood. The body was loosing it's power and after this move the next attack you surely hit, as well as giving a high probability of knocking you out.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [font=georgia][size=8]now the past I’ve tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia was just about to turn herself and strike again, when she felt earth wrap around her limbs in a cold and hard grip. Great, just like when she was captured by this bitch. The lioness would pull at her earthen restraints, expression entirely feral. She was gone, she was totally over the edge. This was how vicious and dangerous the demoness could get when angry.


    "Let me go! Let me go so I can reach right into your body and [I]pull your soul from Jammal's body! Then i'll take your spirit and completely tear it to-ooph!"


    The lioness's ramble was cut off when Obscuro pinned her down to the floor, gritting her teeth and grunting in frustration. Trapped again, great. Dystopia snarled viciously and beat her wings mightily and quickly, strolling the most she could from underneath her enemy. She turned her head and glared daggers at Obscuro. "Let me go or I swear i'll rip you apart in front of everybody."[/fancypost]
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    Homosexual | Male | Spiritually +114 moons | Mentally & Physically 20 moons |
    Greythorn x Dappledfur | G4 | Mentally Extreme | Physically Hard | Attack in BOLD #b5ced6




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    The tom started shocking himself, electricity running down his pelt as he debating shapeshifting and going to help Dystopia. He felt torn. He wanted to run to her aid, but he wasn't sure if she would appreciate it or not. "Dystopia...!" He wanted a sign.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The 6ft hound was pumped, she considered helping out the leader, but left the idea behind simply because she didn't hold any respect or loyalty to her. She cheered on, pumping a fist in the air. This wasn't out of character for her at all; this was Rigby Skinner in her prime, as an uncaring, unrespectful, little *.
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    [spoiler=info — updated 12/11]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ★ Rigby Skinner Darling Praelium | Rig | Female
    ★ Biromantic | Bisexual
    ★ Two Years | BD: November 5th | Real-Time aging
    ★ Thug | No Title | Rapist, Murderer, Thief, Addict


    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★Cartel/Exiles Member
    ★Abbadus Praelium x Amour Darling
    ★Jersey/Brooklyn Dialect
    ★David Bowie fan lmao
    ★ Speaks English and Spanish, Addicted to cigarettes and murder
    ★ Scared of getting sick


    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ planning to flee the exiles due to plague
    ★ being a general nuisance to all clans lmao


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ MAIN BODY SPECIES [Hellhound] | health: 99%
    — Stocky, 6ft / 200lb Hellhound. Looks to be regular timber wolf apart from size. Heavy tawny/blonde coat.
    — [i]major injuries: None
    — [i]minor injuries: None


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single
    ★ Amour x Abbadus | Generation 3 | No Apprentice


    INTERACTION:
    ★ Do they make friends easily? A little to easily
    ★ Extremely Difficult in most aspects of battle
    ★ Unpredictable
    ★ SAY NAME BOLD IN POST IF ATTACKING, so i can ctrl+f the post lmao
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 93px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -11.5px;]My past has tasted bitter for years now,[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 6px;;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 23px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9px; color: #010101;]"Caged like a bloody beast!" You grinned at the literal metaphore that cured at you. When you grinned again, your teeth were stained black- blood from overuse in energy. You took a step back, and felt yourself sway. "You have grown, either than or this body is failing..."




    You turned around and spotted Nightflower glaring at you, a feeling of hurt crossed your expression What was this? Wasn't he friends with Jammal? "Do you think hurting me physically will solve anything? If anything it will only hurt your... precious Jammal." The sound of claws scratching on the ground, you felt his life force- rage against you and your powers wavered. You were suddenly feeling weaker, less... in control. In the moment of hesitation you could acutely hear the shakes of rock crumble bit by bit. Without a proper hold on the ability you felt as if they might drop.




    "Now, let's do something about that 'issue' of ours." You sat down, raised a paw and aimed to snap your paw, a small jet of focused fire aimed straight at dystopia's pelt. If it succeeded in hitting her, it would cover her body in a lukewarm fire. The goal was not to kill her- or hurt her. But to burn the ticks that had latched to her fur. Fire was still fire, and if coming into contact to one it would attempt to burn it. Covering it in blame and reducing it to ash.
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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]now the past I’ve tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Between the words of her clanmates and Obscuro's taunting dialogue, Dystopia found even more need to win this. She needed their respect, and she needed to have her revenge. The lioness would glare up at Obscuro hatefully, practically foaming at the maw at this point. Her sides heaved with effort, growing tired but still pushing on purely out of spite.


    She hissed and struggled as the flame lapped at her pelt, straining against her earthen bonds. Yeah, it didn't hurt as much as normal fearsome fire but it still singed her pelt and set her off more. Was Obscuro just toying with at this point? Dystopia refused to be anybody's plaything, let alone be pinned down by Obscuro again.


    No more.


    With a mighty roar, the lioness would brace her paws against the ground and push up, her enhanced strength breaking the stone chains around her limbs. With a mighty beat of her wings, Dystopia sprung to life and turned on Obscuro wit ha wild look on her face as she aimed to wrap her jaws around her neck and throw her to the ground, keeping her pinned down with her mighty jaws. She would grip tightly, keeping Obscuro pinned under her. Her eyes burned without mercy, and she was fully prepared to take this fucker out of Jammal's body at any cost. First step would be to try and knock her out, to have her fall into unconsciousness.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 93px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -11.5px;]My past has tasted bitter for years now,[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 6px;;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 23px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9px; color: #010101;]There was a moment where you were gloading, and then- everything bluured. You mind was lagging almost like a computer program. Thoughts bluured and takeing time to conjure. You were not aware of your situation, but you were the next moment. Head crashed onto the ground with the leader's jaws around your neck. you breathed, finding it easy- had she pirced your windpipe yet? It felt like it.




    You didn't move, your body paralyzed for some unknown reason, fear? You didn't fear this lion, yet it was the only reason you could really think of. Maybe, maybe you feared something else. Like- the prospect of getting ripped out of a body. Last time that had happened... Oh it never had happened before.




    "What's your plan, Dyst?" you managed to saw, exhastion fineally hitting you. You closed your eyes, would it be wrong to sleep in the middle of the battle?




    No? Good.
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