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    Oops, Perseus hadn't been around that much since Christmas. His visit to Bat had been the only thing of note, and that had left Marauder with that face, so Perseus just kinda... Kept quiet. Actually, he's not even sure why. It was just what he did sometimes. While it was always nice to have attention turned to him, and the clouded leopard quite liked having people talk to him, he didn't want it all the time. Sometimes he just wanted it to be Marauder. Maybe other people too, but he didn't really know anyone except the caracal. Maybe he should fix that? The boy had always held meet and greets in his own weird way, giving people bracelets and asking for their names, but he'd only really made two friends with friendship bracelets, and that wasn't really enough. So maybe it wasn't working. One pale paw draws lines in the ground as he considers his options, and despite his curiosity and cleverness, there weren't many. He could just be boring about it? Like some of the other people had been? But the last time he'd been at a boring meet and greet Marauder had made someone so mad that they walked away without even saying anything, if he remembers right. Maybe not.


    So with a heavy, exaggerated sigh, Perc flops to his side (the healing cut between his shoulders now just a faint twinge) and then rolls to his back, paws in the air. "Does anyone wanna play a game?"
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    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes | info; 12/25/2016
    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes | info; 12/25/2016

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    Marauder wasn't any different. He had many lapses where he didn't get out and about, keeping to himself instead of talking with anyone, but they weren't the same anymore, mostly because Marauder wasn't alone when he withdrew. The caracal wasn't sure if he wanted to be on his own when he did do a retreat from having any kind of social life; on the one hand, he didn't want to be alone, but on the other Percy should be spending time with people who weren't Marauder. Maybe he'd gotten enough of that when they were separated, but was it so bad to want him to have a larger support system than some kid in HawkClan, and an asshole who didn't know how to let go? It hadn't gone well for Marauder as a kid, when all those people became so many disappointments that he hated himself for being disappointed with, but this wasn't ThunderClan and Percy wasn't Marauder. He didn't know who to thank for that, though what he did know was he didn't want the kid to be lonely, even if he only had two people as time went on. It was more than Marauder, except he only needed the one. Perseus was more than enough, and one day- one day he would be able to tell him that.


    "What game is it? Get Percy while he's distracted?" When he said this, the caracal did a near pounce, gentled so in his attempt to tackle him over wouldn't exacerbate his healing. And because he couldn't not be gentle with him.
    [spoiler=tags (1/08)][justify][size=8][font=arial][b]GENERAL:
    -Marauder
    -Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
    -1 year, seven months
    -Pansexual panromantic
    -Former ThunderClanner, current ScarClanner
    -½ Mars (famtp? w/ Perseus [two people who adopted each other])


    BODY DESCRIPTION:
    -Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
    -Heavily scarred
    -Broad shouldered and muscular
    -Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
    -Has a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)


    INTERACTION:
    -Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
    -Name in bold red when attacking
    -Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
    -Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)


    PERSONALITY:
    -Holds serious grudges
    -Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave most of the time.
    -A bit of an asshole
    -Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
    -Intelligent, and actually very well-read
    -Possible abandonment issues
    -Tends to say what he doesn't mean
    -Protective af

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    He didn't really mind it, spending his time with Marauder instead of people his own age. At least part of that could easily be the trauma talking. After being pitted against other people his age, Perseus had learned to be scared of them instead of adults. Sure, it had been an adult that put him in that situation, but the adult hadn't done much of the hurting. That had always been other kids. The bite mark on his hip was fully healed now, from where he'd been bitten, but the injuries Bat left were still relatively fresh. That one was forgiven and forgotten, because he doesn't want to be scared of someone who was nice enough to help him look for Marauder, really look. It wasn't really about needing a lot of people in his life, because even though he liked talking to them and liked to get to know them, it was still more important for him to keep the two that he has. People aren't that important, in the long run. The only thing that mattered was that he had a few people. He's not sure if it will always be these people, but Perc likes them. It's nice to see them look happy. Marauder smiled and Bat turned gold. They looked nice, and not... He can't really call them softer, because they're never really soft, but it's gentle. It's nice to see it when nobody else tries.


    Instead of trying to toughen him up for the world, Marauder's trying to protect him. The leopard realizes this only rarely, but it's still a powerful thought.


    A sharp sound of surprise morphs suddenly to a giggle when black paws kinda-sorta-not-really connect with his body, making the connection easily enough that he places him as something nonthreatening immediately. Because he's right. Marauder's always gentle with him. Honestly, Perc is probably the one playing rougher when he wraps his forelegs loosely around his neck despite the playful half-protesting attempts through his own laughter. "Noooo," he finally manages to get out, drawn out into another giggle. "A different game."
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    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes / / info; 12/25/2016

    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes / / info; 12/25/2016

    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes / / info; 12/25/2016

    the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes / / info; 12/25/2016

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    /Rev you know i'm writing this half asleep sorry


    It wasn't as though Marauder hadn't noticed how Perseus tended to skirt around full interactions with other children. He attention was almost constantly divided between whatever was at hand and Percy, not to mention that with the images projected into all of their heads following Percy's capture, he didn't blame him for the aversion. How could anyone? They were kids, forced to maim each other, and try as he did, Marauder hadn't been able to find them, or the man who arranged it all. He'd spent all that time alone searching, his own head driving him insane because no matter how truly withdrawn he was from other people, Percy's...brightness, the way he could climb out of the grime still with a smile the way Marauder never could, it gave him something to concentrate on without having to force it. Percy was a candle in a pitch black room- how could he ignore him? Marauder hadn't succeeded with that even when he didn't know the kid at all, and now, he was hopeless with it. Of the many kinds of hopelessness, it was the best; he knew he was a sap for thinking it, knew that he was becoming increasingly soft with each gentle interaction, each press of tiny ears against his chest and small paws at the base of his neck. There were many bests he associated Perseus with, now that he allowed himself to consider it. The best weight he'd ever carried between his shoulders was one of them.


    He wasn't a weight. He was the farthest thing from a ball-and-chain, despite Marauder knowing intimately what happened with attachment. Maybe he saw pieces of his young self in Perseus, or maybe he saw a kid who needed someone there for him, even if it meant Marauder had to get close.


    Smirking, the caracal nipped playfully at Perseus' ears, still careful and gentle, but not to the point of stiffness. Marauder was privately grateful that he had managed to be soft enough that Perseus' mind didn't jump to labelling him as a threat- startling people after traumatic experiences wasn't fun for anyone involved. There were limbs thrown around his neck, and yeah, the kid was fine, thankfully, as if the giggles weren't enough to tell Marauder that. There was a huffing sound from the dyed feline, which probably didn't seem more than a gust of air, but he was laughing. Not completely, not yet, but it was more than he'd done in a long while. "Why? Because I'm winning?"
    [spoiler=tags (01/08)][justify][size=8][font=arial]GENERAL:
    -Marauder
    -Son of Coloredpencil and Alois
    -1 year, seven months
    -Pansexual panromantic
    -Former ThunderClanner, current ScarClanner
    -½ Mars (famtp? w/ Perseus [two people who adopted each other])


    BODY DESCRIPTION:
    -Caracal dyed black with blue eyes
    -Heavily scarred
    -Broad shouldered and muscular
    -Wears a red hoodie, sometimes switches it out for a brown leather jacket
    -Has a red, white, and black friendship bracelet (DO NOT TOUCH)


    INTERACTION:
    -Difficulty depends on opponent and circumstances
    -Name in bold red when attacking
    -Ask for serious injury, request capture, closed to death
    -Friendly actions can be powerplayed (at your character's own risk)


    PERSONALITY:
    -Holds serious grudges
    -Aggressive with a quick temper, but will behave most of the time.
    -A bit of an asshole
    -Strong emotions, not-so-great outlets
    -Intelligent, and actually very well-read
    -Possible abandonment issues
    -Tends to say what he doesn't mean
    -Protective af