HUNTED — JOINING? VISITING?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt]DarkClan, BloodClan, RiverClan, Wolfsbane didn't fully care anymore. He lacked his usual loyalties for any of the clans he had visited lately, but his loyalties lay in people, and not in clans. As if to prove such a statement, the tiger didn't exactly burden himself with the task of covering the scent of RiverClan before entering the ShadowClan territory. He was here to see certain individuals who he had once called clanmates, who he had stood by with loyalty pledged to his clan proudly, who had somehow influenced or changed his life in some recent manner.


    The male was more of a wanderer lately. He had visited Sylmae just a day earlier, and now was on his way to where he heard Faustus and Lithium and a few others lived. Wolfsbane hadn't particularly been extremely close to either of them, but he respected them and felt that he needed some kind of reminder in his life now that might weight him down enough to bring him back to stability.


    Lately, his mind was a troubled mess. With the recent soul merge came mental illness and instability, causing Wolfsbane to lash out randomly, to wake from nightmares and found himself having hurting someone in his blind torment of his own mind. He snapped and had episodes where he was quite literally blinded by rage, when memories of torment and pain flooded his senses, when he hurt others he did not mean to hurt. He was angrier and more aggressive and Bane didn't mean it- no, he didn't mean to hurt anyone anymore.


    "Wolfsbane Forrester," The large rugged tiger announced as he entered the lush territory. "Here to visit, I guess." He rumbled out thickly.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]The name fell against ears free of flaw, ears that ate up the words and caused steps to quicken. Mismatched eyes look upon the supposed stranger as he introduces himself. "Visit who?" Faustus rumbles, but he knows damn well who Bane is here to see. The former deputy suspects he's already been to see Sylmae, but he couldn't blame an old friend for going to see a former lover first. The behemoth of a lion approaches as he speaks, twisting vine-adorned tail around his haunches as he does so. Curled ram horns still felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable, as did the wings tucked into his muscular back, but the beast still moves with fluidity and he knows in time it will become the norm. Like every body change, things were odd at first. He just couldn't express how thankful he was there was no longer a hole in his jaw, exposing his teeth.


    The monstrous wildcat seats himself, horn-adorned head lowering slightly. It hadn't occurred to him until then that Bane wouldn't recognize him. Perhaps he could, but it would have nothing to do with the body in which Faustus' soul resided. So he watched, curious but on edge, silent yet loud.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]Wolfsbane. He had heard of the name but actually seeing the guy was new to him. The monterous creature seemed to materialize out of the shadow of the large wildcat. As the shadow beast moved around Faustus he focused predominantly on the Bengal tiger on the border. Sure he wanted to know who it was that he was visiting as well but he kept it to himself as he watched with piercing heated eyes, tail slightly raised and ears angled forward. This exchange might price to be interesting.


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    "Hello." The femme murmured and sat behind Faustus. She opened her notebook and started writing:


    Wolfsbane--visiting. Don't know who, or why. he looks like me.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.4][font=bell mt]Bear came up behind her uncle and cousin. Who was this person? He seemed okay but she really didn't know. But she trusted her uncle. The cabinid sat down close enough that her uncle could see her. "Yeah. Why are you here?" of course she really didn't care. But are the same time she did. She slowly cared for Shadowclan.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt]Wolfsbane first addressed his attention to the large beast who first neared him. The tiger did not recognize the creature before him, but there held an air of familiarity about his form, something akin to the way his voice was toned, or perhaps the golden eyes, but above all, it was the simple air about the male- one that signified that yes, this was one of the few individuals that Wolfsbane himself respected as an equal, or would tip his crown to as a superior ranking if such. Bane didn't care to obey authorities too much, but certain creatures did command respect even in the eyes of such a prideful and independent, ancient soul such as Bane's.


    "I believe, you." He spoke slowly, silver irises flickering as they examined the form before him. "Faustus? I just visited Sylmae- she told me I'd find you here." He continued, a slight rugged smirk playing at his war-familiar muzzle. "Hey, asshole."


    With a quick glance around, he noted the presence of the other ShadowClanners. A shadow-like form of a canine seemed to appear from nowhere, but the tiger wasn't fazed, for he had seen such creatures and worlds for years. The tiger would simply meet the other's gaze with his own, eyeing the other with a sense of neutrality, though ones that held a flicker of masked hostility that came with Bane himself, not stirred by anyone in particular.


    Next, a small tiger cub who greeted him simply before she began scrawling in a notebook, and the male's tail tip twitched with minor curiosity before his attention moved on. Then, to a teenage wolf who inquired, perhaps a bit brashly, his reasoning for being present, but Bane simply flicked an ear, as he had already seen himself as having answered a question. The tiger was rather impatient as of lately, and he held an air of aggression that was heavier than his past lives. Lastly, an obsidian hellhound who only appeared without a word.


    He turned his attention back to the creature he felt was Faustus. "I heard the old ScarClan gang lives here, yes? Can't expect me not to join the party." He spoke dryly. He fell silent a brief moment before lowering his voice slightly. "I heard what happened between Sylmae and you." Another brief moment of silence passed over the feline as his gaze scanned the other, as if trying to read him. "Pretty fucked up, even for you, Faustus." His voice was flat and gruff, lacking the previous lightness it held earlier. It wasn't so much about Wolfsbane feeling protective over Syl, but more so of a masked concern for the male before him. He knew they shared bad blood, but this was a step that crossed a line in morals even Bane had kept intact. Either he hadn't known Faustus as well as he thought, or something had likely snapped in the other as it had in Bane.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify][size=8]So, he happened to know Faustus. Seemed like everyone knew his cousin. He allowed a soft grunt to leave his muzzle as he sat down slowly, tail flicking against the ground in a bored fashion. Well, he guessed that was to be the case here. His eyes slid over to the large lion and he allowed a soft grunt to leave his throat as he nudged the other gently. "Well, you sure are popular." His tone was a bit playful as he looked at Faust before he then turned his gaze back to this Wolfsbane. His ears angled forward and he tilted his head to the side vaguely aware of the affairs that were being spoken of. He didn't care for Sylmae, she was a Riverclanner. Though nice in her ways he didn't much think what Faustus had done was f*cked up in the slightest. "Well, grand to meet you, Wolfsbane. I'm Radio and I guess I'll leave you guys to talk."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 350px;][justify][size=7pt]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size][/size] [size=9pt] Indeed, Faustus was quite popular it seemed. The leader would make her way over to seat herself beside Radio, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. Needless to say, she didn't appreciate the RiverClan scent but figured that since he wasn't really coated in it he wasn't a regular member. "Name's Sango Kagamine, nice to meet you." She stated quite distractedly, pupil-less gaze flickering to Faustus as Wolfsbane commented on what he'd done to Sylmae.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]He can't bring himself to reply with anything other than yes, because Bane is correct. It is Faustus Praelium standing before the bengal tiger, perhaps not the same body as usual, but the same torn soul. Rounded auricles flick, briefly disturbing their stilled pointed nature, but soon enough they're on Bane once more as Faustus contemplates a reply. He blinks, nose twitches, and a whole age and a half seems to pass before Faustus can think of a reply to meet Bane's words with. His mouth is dry, because Bane knows, he knows and he's here to rain hell down upon Faustus. It's not like the Shadehunter is frightened, but he's all too prepared to fight an old friend, and he doesn't want to. Wants - the world was full of them.


    "*," he curses with a wrinkle of his nose, painfully feigned. "I change bodies and you still know it's me. Damn you." Was it his voice? His signature golden eyes (or eye now) dripping with tangible lava despite the impossibility of such things? He didn't know how Wolfsbane recognized him, but he did. Grinning in the slightest, his own unscarred muzzle morphing into a shape it did not often see, he replies lowly with a "Didn't think I'd see you again, you lucky bastard." And perhaps Wolfsbane was luckier to be alive than Faustus knew.
    "Some of us do - comin' back from our personal hells to join the land of the livin' again." For him it'd been like that, and for the others he simply assumed. Although it was euphoric to have Lithi and Kalei at his side again, and now Diable had shimmered into existence from who knew where - not to mention Stu and Red.


    His expression is hardening soon enough, stoning over with the dreariest of cements. "Sylmae's alive, isn't she?" His grow is not faux now, slipping past parted jaws that do not bare his former scars. He was anew, as he liked to think. Why did Bane have to bring up things he'd done out of foolish spite? Though he'd never admit it. "She became my enemy long before she joined an enemy clan. Don't come down on me for what you don't understand." Faus is happy to see Wolfsbane, happy as hell, but he grows colder as Bane prods at Faustus' activities. Perhaps if he had been less careless he wouldn't have ignored the possibility for Bane's misplaced concern, but he is careless - too careless. But then again, he doesn't care, even that he's careless. So he leaves it at that, looking to Radio with a tainted attempt at a smile.


    "Mhm, too popular, yeah?" He'd rather not be as known as he did, but there was the shard inside of him that longed to be revered like the dictator he was. Too bad most of his being known was by enemies who wanted his head on a pike.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px; text-align:justify; font-size:10pt]"I like to think I'm good at reading others," He rumbled out. "I guess you could say I see the soul in people," A lighter, more mocking tone escapes his lips. "And yours? It's a fucking mess." He allows a slight smirk to appear, briefly, on his maw before it dissolves just as quickly as it came. "Lucky?" He echoes, a soft scoff leaving his jaws. "Not in the slightest. You think I wanted to wake back up? I'm damn tired, Faus." His tone is still airy in humor, but a morbidity is found in his words, his eyes lacking their usual glow that signaled he had purpose in each inhale and exhale. He found himself lacking much purpose anymore.


    He nodded to his reply of Bane's inquiry of the old ScarClanners, having to agree with him on such a statement. Back from their personal hells, Wolfsbane couldn't deny such truth.


    He remains silent upon the male's next few words, his face returning to the one previous, his gaze simply examining the other blankly. "I suppose I don't understand," He finally rumbles, setting his jaw. "I guess the most fucked up part about it wasn't what you did. It's that she still cares about you." He pauses, eyes still searching his, his stance holding the same few drops of defensive aggression, though his tone is merely flat and low. "And I certainly can't see why."


    The tiger turns his gaze from Faustus to now settle on the others that joined them, eyeing them carefully. "Nice to meet you, as well," He replies to Sango, dipping his head in greeting. "And as to you." He adds, attention now on Radioactiveplague.


    "I hope you all don't mind if I stay a few days? It seems I have quite a few old friends here I'd like to visit."
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    He laughs, and Faustus doesn't often laugh, but when he does it's either a chilling sound of one that brings back memories of when he could laugh for real. It's the latter, a sound of amusement. 'Course his soul was fucked up, and he doubted Bane could actually see such things. He didn't even need a special vision power or whatever to do so.
    "Tired? I'm exhausted, Bane, take a' number." It's as if their two old men, trying to one up each other, and Faus is convinced he's winning for about two seconds before he realizes who he's talking to. If he had any sympathy in him, he'd have it for Wolfsbane. Faus stares back, his own gaze a reflection of his hesitant humor.


    Question floods his gaze, and he starts awkwardly. "Cares? The hell are you talking about? Sylmae doesn't care, 'n 'm pretty sure she never did." He speaks with ever bitterness, each word tossed in the stuff. He looks away, off to the side, but it's as if he's taking a look into the past. A past that reminded him just how much Sylmae cared. Instead of squaring his broad shoulders to meet Bane's hooded aggression, Faus merely drops them in feigned relaxation - perhaps even resignation. "Neither can I."


    It's hard to muster up anything after the recent exchange, but he manages a gruff smile, as tight as it is across his maw. "Just don't fuck anything up."



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