GEMINI FEED — private

DARKPAW · Jan 4th 2017

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she'd never been a very tamed girl.

since she was born, she'd been wild, out to conquer the world. out to win, to be the best. she'd been given the tools to do so, a bright mind, a pretty face. what else did a girl need to win? she had ambition, she had connections. she'd spent so long winning, the young feline wanted to lose for once. she wanted everything she had to be ripped away. she wanted to stop dominating her own life and bow down.

it was why she'd run away from her life, why she'd joined bloodclan. she'd been tired of being little miss perfect, she wanted her chance to be a disaster. she wanted to see what it was like to break at the hands of someone other than the grim reaper.

the gray feline sat in the park, the moon burning high in the sky, and she wondered exactly how one might go about breaking themselves.

[rushed, oml]

Sheogorath · Jan 5th 2017

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MOLAG BAL[/fancypost]
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lord of domination; harvester of lies; king of enslavement; prince of schemes[/fancypost]
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Palemoon probably recognized him as Haskill, the former servant of Sheogorath. He had once been pudgy, thick in the cheeks and legs, more fat than muscle. His attitude had been snarky and disdainfully polite. That was a thing of the past, as the former River and ThunderClanner would soon know. She would find him little more than a shell of what he once was, transformed into a monster of heartless and primal desires, the lord of domination, and the king of enslavement. One of the most feared cats in the city.

"Know that I acknowledge you only for your role in conceiving the reincarnation of the Madgod. You are little more than a servant in my eyes, a bug. You have already served your purpose, and served it well. Sheogorath thrives as he once did. But your usefulness has fizzled like a dying ember in a cooling pack of scorched logs." A stoic line etched across his powerful, crooked jaw. Molag Bal's words were as dark and chilling as the evening wintry air.

"I'd suggest you find a new purpose soon, or you'll find yourself locked in servitude for an eternity without fracture, the sting of my claws upon your back. Care to deny this? Then you must earn the right to change it." If Palemoon wanted to be worth something around BloodClan, she'd have to work for it.