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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]ShadowClan. He had killed one of their members, now he was nicking another, and whilst not being in a state of total rest in the clan, the male's work rate had certainly slowed down. That meant that the jobs he did do though had to be of top quality, no lazing his way through revenge this time around like with WindClan or SunClan - at least them groups hadn't tried to make him a bitch.


    Limping into camp, hopefully carrying the dazed or unconscious individual in his maw, Feliks lazily dropped Paintedwings, conjuring up a knife in hopes of plunging it right through her hind paw. A wake up call, and it preventing him from running around after her. "Hello sweetheart," he chuckled, showing his teeth. "Sorry it had to be this way, I didn't mean to make ya think that I was in need of help, but you chose to align with a clan of evil, and, well, that can't go unpunished,".
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    「 DIRECTIONLESS SO PLAIN TO SEE, A LOADED GUN WON'T SET YOU FREE 」
    exiled blizzardclanner / delusional narcissist / 47 moons / ex-leader [2x]
    *feliks' opinions don't reflect his roleplayer's* -- roleplayed by vexxyus
    signature [c] seina |
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    Lillian, of course, came as soon as the scent of Shadowclan hit her nose. It was sort of like a rotten piece of meat to her, unpleasant and repulsive. Yuck. Yet, she still wished to watch what Feliks had in store for her.


    //track + rushed



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    [justify]The gray and white female came to with a piercing pain in her foot, pulling it back she let out a sharp cry of pain. Paintedwing's eyes shot open, and focused on Feliks, the male who had asked so... genuinely for her help, before knocking her unconscious and taken her to this stinky pit of hell. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she blinked back the tears of pain that were coming to her eyes, she had to stay strong. She wasn't a child anymore, she was a nightwatcher... no one could see her pain.


    Evil? Her clan evil? No, it was full of some of the nicest, sweetest animals she had ever set eyes on... it was quite confusing to hear from a different side... maybe the Cartel believed that ShadowClan was as evil as ShadowClan believed the Cartel to be. The thought struck her funny and she let out a short laugh, before remembering where she was. Clamping her mouth shut, she set her green eyes on the male and widened them slightly... No fear Paintedwings... show no fear. She told herself as bravely as she could.


    Licking her maw which seemed to be dry and parched, she ran her tongue over the top of her mouth, her entire mouth seemed like a desert. Was that what fear felt like? Paintedwings wasn't sure, she'd never been this afraid in her entire life. No fear, don't let them see how terrified you are... you can do this. She had decided that silence was her best course of action, so she remained quiet, and blinked placidly at her captor. The back of her head was pounding and screaming that her foot had been stabbed and really really hurt. But she tried to ignore it.


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]He had been smiling for a while, absorbed in his own success until a laugh tickled his ears. The male deflated, glaring with a sour frown on his maw as he locked his gaze onto Paintedwings. His ragged ear twitched, his nostrils flared in the silence and without much warning Feliks aimed to smash his head against hers, hoping to keep his head there and bully her to closer to the ground. "Don't you dare fucking laugh at me," he breathed a warning, retreating his cranium back after such a statement.


    The Cartellian hobbled back and forth, pondering what he could possibly do. Should he start big to let them know what was going on or build it up for some added suspense? He'd done both before, and both were effective. Goodness... the choices. "Hey, can you laugh without a tongue?" he perked up again with a smile, shuffling towards her as he aimed to pry her jaws open with his paws, not kind enough to be gentle about it and the sudden jerk perhaps threatened for a dislocation. Feliks leaned his head down, licking his chops as he presumably stared at the muscle. Nah, he didn't feel like removing a tongue today - damn his creativity left him indecisive!


    "Actually no, you probably can, it'd just be silent. For fucks sake, you cats and your... evolutionary advantages, soon enough you'll be walkin' on two legs I tell ya,". Actually, that had happened, but that was besides the point! Feliks released his grip on her and focused in on her leg again. "I liked that sound you made before you tried to mock me, can I sample it again?" he asked, trying to twist the knife around whilst it was still in her paw.
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    「 DIRECTIONLESS SO PLAIN TO SEE, A LOADED GUN WON'T SET YOU FREE 」
    exiled blizzardclanner / delusional narcissist / 47 moons / ex-leader [2x]
    *feliks' opinions don't reflect his roleplayer's* -- roleplayed by vexxyus
    signature [c] seina |
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    [justify]Paintedwings would have spoken, but she was too afraid of her voice quivering in fear, she didn't want to sound weak, so she just stayed silent and defiant. Being knocked over by the headbut, the feline whimpered softly, but pushed herself back up to her feet, whining at the pain in her foot. She wasn't laughing at him, but it didn't matter, he'd think what he wanted to think, that's what irrational animals did. Unsheathing her claws she dug them into the ground, she was in the middle of an enemy camp, she couldn't fight this all... she had to suffer through it.


    Letting out a gargling sound she felt paralyzed as her tongue was grabbed, and yanked on, she screamed softly at the pain, and blinked back the tears that were forming in her eyes. Oww, that had hurt. Enough was enough, and as the male twisted the dagger in her foot, she screeched, it was very painful, putting her weight on her alternte hind leg, she lashed out at the male with her razor sharp claws aiming to draw blood from the males nose.


    She couldn't stand the pain from her foot, and mumbled an "Owth." But her voice was different because of her tongue having swollen up. Oh dear, she sounded so silly, she should definitely remain silent now. Clamping her jaws shut once more she stared defiantly at Feliks... he didn't scare her... no...


  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:140%;font-family:verdana]The male let out a surprised whimper when he felt a pain across his sensitive nose, flinching back and lifting a paw to it to inspect the blood that was welling up. Gingerly he placed his foot back down, fury cast over his eyes. How dare she strike him? What gave her the right?! Feliks aimed to yank the knife right out of her paw and repeatedly stab her hind leg, not wanting to stop until the thing looked positively mangled, each thrust of the knife looking more and more clumsy. ShadowClan could decide if the limb was worth saving, he didn't want that responsibility.


    He was breathing heavily, the sound either coming off as a growl or a chortle depending on which way you looked at it. It was most likely the former, though Feliks lived to make creatures think otherwise. The canine tossed the weapon away, aiming to place a paw on the back of her neck to keep her still whilst he tried to tug viciously on one of her ears. It would surely be a breather after his tantrum, and for her sake Feliks was trying to calm himself down by going for a less important body part.
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    「 DIRECTIONLESS SO PLAIN TO SEE, A LOADED GUN WON'T SET YOU FREE 」
    exiled blizzardclanner / delusional narcissist / 47 moons / ex-leader [2x]
    *feliks' opinions don't reflect his roleplayer's* -- roleplayed by vexxyus
    signature [c] seina |
     tags

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    [justify]The slender female screamed in pain as the knife was plunged into her leg, shredding and destroying tendons, and severing blood vessels. Blood shot up from the multiple wounds spraying all over the place. Paintedwings couldn't help the screams of agony. As the male placed his paw on the back of her neck, Painted writhed trying to get away, but she couldn't move her fragile frame. Feeling his teeth on her ear she went limp, and as he began to pull on it, she could hear a sickening ripping sound. "AHHHH." She screeched as her ear was literally torn off.


    She felt a sensation in her stomach, it was... tumultuous, and in a very ungraceful motion she vomited all over the ground.