[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]He was laying out his plan- two big goals: Force Vader into submission. Then take over Windclan and ruin the Xerses name. He would need some muscle, of course. He was going to try the Exiles first. They could be more dependable, perhaps. As long as he had something to give or promise them.
If not, he could throw the cartel money and they'd roll over. So he sat at the border, and waited.
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NEGOTIATIONS [O, visitor, the puppet master]
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; line-height: 14px; border-radius: 0px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; width: 400px]Since the last time he'd escaped no one seemed to care, he did it again and the pup eventually became face to face with whoever that person was on the border. Curiously watching the other, Charlotte stayed a few metres away just in case. "Who are you?" Lottie inquired, wondering if this was someone else who had been exiled and sent to prison. That's what he was expecting anyway.
Charlotte "Lottie" Ayres —
— vv smol feminine gay boy
— family didn't love him so he though of himself as an exiler and went to the exiles thinking that's where exilers belong
— 5-6 months
— didn't realise what he got himself into but too afraid to leave
— darlotte
— petite bulldog, stutters when nervous
— will fite you if you call him a girl
— everyone's kid™
— rarely gets irritated unless you call him a girl or w/e
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;] taking over clans was something that bonepaw didn't have in mind. helping people who wanted to take over was also something he didn't have in mind.
after the entire fiasco with team skull, bonepaw had his fair share of being 'evil' and taking over areas of land. po town was enough to him, and he could care less if he didn't have it anymore. hell, the only reason he ever cared for it was because it was a place that his grunts could feel safe. bonepaw would of sold that stinking, grafitti filled defensive town if it would keep all his grunts safe.
but his grunts were gone, and po town was gone as well. so after all of that, he decided not to be a leader anymore.
coming over on light paws, bonepaw would forget about what he was thinking- or try to forget. thinking about his past always made him sick to his stomach. "hey. i know this is like... the nicest clan and all." he made sure his voice was as sarcastic as he could make it as he sat down with a huff. "but y'all need to tell me your name and business."
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; line-height: 14px; border-radius: 0px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver;]darik had arrived upon the scene, standing next to charlotte, and he gave a noticeable snort at bonepaw's words. yep, they were totally the nicest clan; they hated pretty much everyone, according to clan history and 'traditions', and pretty much everyone hated them. he could tell that bonepaw of course didn't mean it, from the sarcastic tone he used, and he was much too smart to think that others liked them. he stared at the stranger, metaphorical eyebrows raised in wary curiosity.
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[size=8]GENERAL:
★ DARIK CIPHER-DISHARMONY-DE DIEU-SIMUL STAMUS | MALE
★ Homoromantic | Pansexual | Def. Prefers Males
★ Single Pringle | ½ Darlotte
★ Cyrus xx Akina | Generation 6 | No Mentor
★ 5 Months | December 18 | Ages Up With Discretion
★ Sentry [SHP] of The Exiles | No Titles | Official Cyrus Cosplayer™MISC. FACTS:
★ sniffs often, even when not sickRECENT EVENTS:
★ captured by the cartel
★ promoted to sentryPHYSICAL:
★ DOMESTIC CAT [birth] | health: 100%
— darik is a mostly white feline, with black rings around his ankles and his ears, vibrant pale green eyes, fluffy fur, and rounded features, causing him to appear slightly younger than he is.
★ — major injuries:
★ — [i]minor injuries:PERSONALITY:
— positive traits: conciliatory; confident; intuitive; fun-loving
— neutral traits: stubborn; subjective; outspoken; guileless
— negative traits: childish; impulsive; over-imaginative; weak-willed
★ — [i]sagittarius | gryffindor | chaotic goodINTERACTION:
★ Finds It Slightly Hard To Make Friends
★ Easy Physcially | Easy Mentally | No Training
★ Doesn't Start Fights | Will Negotiate
★ Attack in BOLDED BLACK
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. -
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Oh, she recognized this one. Dystopia would stalk up with her eyes aflame with mild curiosity. Though this time around, she wanted to keep this short. "What do you want now?" The Boss didn't bother with being formal this time around, she just cut straight to the chase. She had a lot on her plate right now.
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Playlist
Tumblr TagGENERAL
-Dystopia
-Female
-Homosexual
-Married to Kathrine
-NPC x NPC
-2 years old
-Boss/Leader of the Exiles
-DemonAPPEARANCE
-Dull gold lioness
-Gray curled horns
-Brown leather wings
-Mane of black fur running along her back
-Scorpion tail
-Muscular, well built
-Thick scar across neck
-Three scars across face
-Wears a silver sun necklace with a purple jewel
-Wears a silver ring on one of the toes on her right forelegPERSONALITY
-Fierce, vicious
-Doesn’t take shit from anybody
-Loyal
-Unstable, has bursts of murderous rage
-Intelligent
-Quick to act and easy to anger
-If you want to earn her respect, you have to impress her
-Speaks her mind
-Eggs enemies on
-Unforgiving, you betray her and she'll remember forever
-Secretly insecure about being leaderPOWERS
-All free powers
-Super Strength
-Super Speed
-Fire Manipulation
-Water Manipulation
-Earth Manipulation
-Molecule Manipulation
-Soul Absorbing
-Multiple Possessions/Shapeshifting
-Telepathy
-2/9 livesINTERACTION
-Attack in bold #a95c27 or risk being ignored
-Hard physically, medium mentally
-Will attack first, will finish fights, doesn’t retreat unless severely injured
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"For now, you all may call me Darth Sidious." Normally, he would use the fake name and ancient Sith word, Irluuk, over and over again for an identity- he had barged into Vader's home and electrocuted him in front of all of them and didn't give Windclan his name. But this was more covert, he believed, to disconnect the names."But on a serious note, Dystopia. I wanted to run a few business deals and ideas by you. I have this grand plan- I want to... change a few things in the public eye. For example, I want to destroy the Xerses name. And destroy the clans living under it." He made a gesture with his paw. "Does it not bother you that four major clans are ruled by cousins? Think of this, Dystopia. Imagine someone like Tama, or Cherviltea, being executed at your command? Or perhaps even, Bill Cipher?" A big player. Someone important. The Emperor, beginning to tie the strings on his puppets.
"I am requesting the aid of your clan in this grand plan, Dystopia. How would it feel to be the leader that burned Blizzardclan to the ground?" He felt he had made a pretty good case. "The question is, what can I do for you in return?"
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"Often," began a honeyed voice, the source currently unseen as they trekked through the thick expanse of jungle to get to the border. Her odd horned shadow passed across the ground as she slipped out from behind the last tree in her path, her golden-flecked emeralds focusing in on the hooded creature at the Exiles' border, maw pressing together in a thin smile. "Often the fisherman dangles perfect bait in front of it's prey," continued Maleficent, her hum purring over a lengthy 'r' in 'perfect' as she came to an elegant halt beside the line of her clanmates, "The fish don't realize it's plastic until the hook's sunk into it's flesh."Her meaning was quite obvious; it'd take a fool to fall for another fool's proposal. He offered her the bodies of enemies, but no way to present them to her. Not to mention how easy it would be for this stranger to turn on them for his own sake.
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Maleficent Nefariam | ageless, appears to be 3 years old | [size=10]♀[/size]
demisexual | biromantic | currently single
Member of the Exilesphysical:
• melanistic jaguar [CURRENT/MAIN]
- her eyes are dark emerald green with bright golden overlay
- sleek black horns curving from her skull, tipped with golden points
- has golden chain headpiece
- large scars on her back where her wings were sawed off
• dragon with ebony scales
- same horns & eyes from main form
- specifically wingless dragon
• when using powers/abilities, her eyes glow and a sort of green fire-like vapors extend from her form
• has a pet raven, Diaval
- shaggy black feathers, entirely black legs, beak and eyesinjuries:
• none at the momentpersonality:
regal presence | innately vengeful | devious | ruthless | eloquent
mask of stoicism | some emotional instabilityconfrontation:
• extreme physically | extreme mentally
• will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
• attack in #088A08
• skin burns when touched by iron
• telepathy, telekinetic, shape-shifting, all elemental abilities, teleportation, character bond (w/ Diaval), flower printsimportant links:
• plotting thread: click here![/justify] -
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia's eyes would narrow as she looked at Darth Sidious, her body still except for the flicking of her ears as she listened in. Great, outer clan politics. Something she hated to participate. She really didn't want to think of other clans as anything more then bugs under her feet, and she mostly certainly didn't need help to do that."Why would I need your help to do any of that? I have an entire clan at my command, I don't need help from any other. If I want to take out a leader," The demoness would extend a paw and unsheathe her claws, flexing them in a threatening manner. "I have the means to do it myself." Really, she didn't want to seem weak and accept help from outsiders.[/fancypost]
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Playlist
Tumblr TagGENERAL
-Dystopia
-Female
-Homosexual
-Married to Kathrine
-NPC x NPC
-2 years old
-Boss/Leader of the Exiles
-DemonAPPEARANCE
-Dull gold lioness
-Gray curled horns
-Brown leather wings
-Mane of black fur running along her back
-Scorpion tail
-Muscular, well built
-Thick scar across neck
-Three scars across face
-Wears a silver sun necklace with a purple jewel
-Wears a silver ring on one of the toes on her right forelegPERSONALITY
-Fierce, vicious
-Doesn’t take shit from anybody
-Loyal
-Unstable, has bursts of murderous rage
-Intelligent
-Quick to act and easy to anger
-If you want to earn her respect, you have to impress her
-Speaks her mind
-Eggs enemies on
-Unforgiving, you betray her and she'll remember forever
-Secretly insecure about being leaderPOWERS
-All free powers
-Super Strength
-Super Speed
-Fire Manipulation
-Water Manipulation
-Earth Manipulation
-Molecule Manipulation
-Soul Absorbing
-Multiple Possessions/Shapeshifting
-Telepathy
-2/9 livesINTERACTION
-Attack in bold #a95c27 or risk being ignored
-Hard physically, medium mentally
-Will attack first, will finish fights, doesn’t retreat unless severely injured
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The Emperor's eyes flashed to Maleficent, noting he appearance and her words, then flashed back to the 'not as appealing to look at' Dystopia.
"If you believe that, then why haven't you already?"Yellow eyes focused on her, as if picking her apart. If she didn't want to seem weak, then why didn't she prove it? The Emperor took a step forward- his claws did not unsleath, but he did bunch his muscles, and there was a rumble from the sky as cloud gathers.
The Emperor, readying himself to call upon his own power.
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The mutated jaguar approached cautiously, taking a stand next to Maleficent. Her concerned echoed his own, though her words were much more eloquent than he could possibly ever be. "You should know that threatening the Exiles leader, especially in such a childish way, can't possibly help your persuasion," the mutated beast stoically proclaimed, unamused by this fucking shit.GENERAL INFORMATION
★ Total Warfare
★ Homoflexible
★ Panromantic
★ Physically intersex, identifies as masculine
★ 2 and a half years oldAPPEARANCE
★ black jaguar
★ wears black leather collar with locked padlock on the back
★ crocodile skin
★ porcupine tail
★ heavily scaredPERSONALITY
★ traumatized af
★ analytical
★ knowledge seeker
★ introverted
★ aggressiveINTERACTION
★ no minor powerplay for interactions/healing
★ physically medium
★ mentally weird because trauma
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"A pity, I don't believe it was meant to rain today," remarked the ebony-furred female as she pulled her chin up to place her golden flecked emeralds calmly on the dark brewing clouds, unnerved apprehension entering her gaze. Maleficent dropped her eyes to her paws as if ashamed that she had spoken, rounded ears flicking as Warfare stood beside her and spoke bluntly out against the hooded leopard.Ah, she couldn't keep up the shameful fear spread across her body and a wide smile broke her maw as Maleficent drew her multicolored eyes back up to the Emperor, a humming laugh escaping her, her body shaking slightly with mirth as she uttered, "Are you truly planning on attempting something this moment? It seems delusion does accompany old age."
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Maleficent Nefariam | ageless, appears to be 3 years old | [size=10]♀[/size]
demisexual | biromantic | currently single
Member of the Exilesphysical:
• melanistic jaguar [CURRENT/MAIN]
- her eyes are dark emerald green with bright golden overlay
- sleek black horns curving from her skull, tipped with golden points
- has golden chain headpiece
- large scars on her back where her wings were sawed off
• dragon with ebony scales
- same horns & eyes from main form
- specifically wingless dragon
• when using powers/abilities, her eyes glow and a sort of green fire-like vapors extend from her form
• has a pet raven, Diaval
- shaggy black feathers, entirely black legs, beak and eyesinjuries:
• none at the momentpersonality:
regal presence | innately vengeful | devious | ruthless | eloquent
mask of stoicism | some emotional instabilityconfrontation:
• extreme physically | extreme mentally
• will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
• attack in #088A08
• skin burns when touched by iron
• telepathy, telekinetic, shape-shifting, all elemental abilities, teleportation, character bond (w/ Diaval), flower printsimportant links:
• plotting thread: click here![/justify] -
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia's own body would tense at the rumbling heavens above, feeling her wings twitch and her barbed tail raise up. The femme would lower her head, feeling fire rise up in her throat as she growled low and thick. Her appearance was feral, commanding. "Because I actually have other priorities to focus on. I don't spread myself too thin." Yeah, she had a lot on her plate right now between the whole Ululare and Susurro situation and working with drama in her own clan. She would focus on the outside enemy later."Do you really want to do this?" The lioness would take a step foreword, singeing the earth underneath her paw and emitting a low hissing sound. "I have a clan at my command here. Not to mention, my own might compared to...whatever you have." Dystopia would look over the ebony cat with disdain, curling her lip. "I highly suggest leaving before things get messy."[/fancypost]
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Playlist
Tumblr TagGENERAL
-Dystopia
-Female
-Homosexual
-Married to Kathrine
-NPC x NPC
-2 years old
-Boss/Leader of the Exiles
-DemonAPPEARANCE
-Dull gold lioness
-Gray curled horns
-Brown leather wings
-Mane of black fur running along her back
-Scorpion tail
-Muscular, well built
-Thick scar across neck
-Three scars across face
-Wears a silver sun necklace with a purple jewel
-Wears a silver ring on one of the toes on her right forelegPERSONALITY
-Fierce, vicious
-Doesn’t take shit from anybody
-Loyal
-Unstable, has bursts of murderous rage
-Intelligent
-Quick to act and easy to anger
-If you want to earn her respect, you have to impress her
-Speaks her mind
-Eggs enemies on
-Unforgiving, you betray her and she'll remember forever
-Secretly insecure about being leaderPOWERS
-All free powers
-Super Strength
-Super Speed
-Fire Manipulation
-Water Manipulation
-Earth Manipulation
-Molecule Manipulation
-Soul Absorbing
-Multiple Possessions/Shapeshifting
-Telepathy
-2/9 livesINTERACTION
-Attack in bold #a95c27 or risk being ignored
-Hard physically, medium mentally
-Will attack first, will finish fights, doesn’t retreat unless severely injured
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]The child padded over, his golden gaze carefully assessing the situation that he was currently slipping into. He came to stand on the other side of Lottie, his eyes drifting from exiler to exiler before he finally focused his attention onto the main attraction. This stranger on the border who had come to propose that he held the means of destroying the Xerses name. That was a thought that made him mildly uncomfortable considering the fact that he was certain that he had relatives who lived under that name and this being was here talking about destroying it. He was proposing that he would be able to help them to burn Blizzardclan to the ground. The child nearly scoffed aloud at that, lowering his head slightly as he bit back any smartass remarks or comments because the young gentleman would never sink low enough to be able to outwardly use such sarcasm as a weapon against a fool. And he knew that this being was definitely a fool to believe that any Exiler would accept such assistance. Their reputation was one that clearly stated independence. If they wished to rely on others then they would have allies. But here they were, lacking allied groups and still thriving. They did not crave power from others and they had come so far. Why would that change now?
[spoiler=carried your books from school // 06/01/17]GENERAL
★ SHERRY DARLING | MALE
— full name is sherry darling harbinger graham beckoning becker fazbear innocence
★ bisexual biromantic | monogamous
★ cigarettesmoke x npc
★ 5 months | child of the exilesPHYSICAL
★ WILD CANINE | health [83%]
— he is a small iberian wolf with deep cinnamon-chocolate coloured fur. he has rather plush fur because of his age and it had a certain fuzz to it which shows that when he gets older it will most likely not change much. he has rich golden coloured eyes. he almost always has flowers tucked behind his ear or petals on his fur.PERSONALITY
★ OVERALL: confident
— much like the family that he knows, he is quite confident and polite with a rather formal manner of speaking. despite his age, he is extremely aware of others and does his best to give respect. however, if he does not receive respect like what he is giving then he will not hesitate to be rude and disrespectful in turn. he believes that everyone is equal to him unless proven otherwise and stands by that.RELATIONSHIPS
★ no crush | ½ of -
★ does not often acknowledge romantic emotions
★ does not enter relationships quicklyINTERACTION
★ medium physically | medium mentally
★ he will not start fights, he will try to end fights
★ feel free to act out peaceful interactions | attack in [color=#c23e3e]#c23e3e
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[fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#ffffff; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px]Personally, he wished that cats and the like would choose other means to measure themselves than trying to pick fights with The Exiles, it was really pathetic.
"Go get him Boss!" he cheered, claws out as he waited on her command.
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[fancypost bgcolor= #262626; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:right; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]...he'd stop looking for me, and he wouldn't be mine anymore![/fancypost][align=center]
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[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]The Emperor was still testing the waters. Rarely did he turn his back or accept a refusal. A royal upbringing taught him that nobody could tell him no. But the Emperor also worked in other ways- he fights if he knows he will win, hence, avoiding that fight with Yoda long ago.
With negotiations off the table that left a last option: provoke them. All the same, he didn't want to make the same mistake Vader had with Rick. They may have to bunker down here later. The Emperor gives a yellow smile when she tries to justify her power, let her believe that she had the upper hand. Only a [i]female could not see glory for the taking.[/i] Yes, he touched at that note. And only a lion with poor instincts could become a Frankenstein abomination like you. Like Lord Vader. He too, was a freak of nature. And that was what he wanted to say, but he needed to play nice. "A shame you'll have to miss out due to your own flaws... I was going to consider throwing in Vader for you, too. Imagine what he could do without proclan limitations, hm?"
"But I will leave my offer on the table for you. Perhaps you can discuss it with me when you have a clear head." He did not back away, no. Perhaps, he was waiting for her to make the first move.
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