DO YOU FEAR DEATH {Frightfur needed}

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    No one can understand me
    Like you can understand
    No one can fill your shadow
    'Cause you are all I am
    {Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons}

    [color=red]Elektra


    [color=white]Loner


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    The last time she'd been here, she'd tried to kill her dad, Frightfur. Befriendingdemons had stopped her, along with a bunch of other Colouredclanners. And just when she'd gotten to the part that really mattered -- why Frightfur had not asked her to stay, or even asked how she was doing -- he'd refused to answer and she'd gotten kicked out. But now Frightfur was leading, and most of those who had participated were gone.


    As much as she wanted to try and kill him again, she was really secretly more lonely and broken than anything. She wanted someone or something to hold onto, otherwise she'd have nothing to stop her from falling into the chasm of nothingness. She wanted to find some sort of meaning.


    So here she was, waiting on Colouredclan's border, as she waited for someone to come.



    ♡ retrokit f. universum ♡
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    Spotting the unfamiliar face at the border, Retrokit stopped chasing the monarch butterfly that was struggling to escape from her pursuit and decided to head over to her. Her pawsteps were light and dainty as she weaved through the naturally formed objects that were blocking her path, such as bushes and the like, up until she reached the border, where she came to a halt just before the loner. The loner's scent alarmed her a little but she did her best to keep herself asserted. She even adjusted her turquoise bow a little to make herself seem more proper. "Hello there! Who are you?" Retrokit squeaked, offering a polite dip of her head to her. She wasn't quite sure if this person was of any threat to the Clan but for now she was just going to assume that she wasn't.


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    [font='Times New Roman']oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me
    ▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN ▫
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    There were so many reasons why he didn’t need to go and get himself killed. Yet, the bionic boy liked thrills and he wasn’t going to walk around with ugly, hulking bodyguards at his sides like he was some pathetic president or celebrity who couldn’t take a hit. No, he couldn’t be that soft. It was unacceptable. Besides, he sensed his daughter at the border and that meant something to him. The first thing he wanted was revenge. Revenge against her for hurting Lucien, trying to murder him, and being way too sneaky for her own good to try to attack him in the middle of the night. She was the perfect assassin and he was proud of her and excited in a dangerous way just to see her again.



    The mechanical Seraphim made an appearance not too long after Retrokit, noticeable by the clicking of metal against metal and metal against earth as he bounded to halt among the two already here. He immediately halted to slide into a defensive stance and his nuclear eyes watched Elektra carefully, but he smiled. ”Retrokit, meet my daughter, Elektra. She used to live here,” he sounded like he wanted to desperately take this all too lightly,”Elektra! I was hoping you’d come back. There’s something I want to tell you…”


    character tags/info — updated 01/15


    #BiteME

    ( TWISTEDKIT )


    ★★★

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    Similar to Retro, Twisted was nearby, but playing his own game of hide-and-seek. Since it was hard to find someone who liked to play what he did, the kit often found himself playing these sorts of games. He had hidden a bag of cashews he had conjured somewhere in the territory a few days previous. Then, it was his mission to find them and he always won. Unfortunately, sometimes the package was chewed open by an animal or gone completely, but Twistedkit always remembered where he'd put it. After he found the snack he'd enjoy it, and that was the extent of the game.


    He was searching for his prize when the voice of his father caught his ears, particularly the word daughter. Was he talking about Hikari? His curiosity peaked, the munchkin followed the sound and didn't like what he was met with. It was her. She had tried to kill Fright and Lucien. And Yuri, but that didn't matter as much. Was she back to try again? "Hey! Stay away from my father! This is your last warning," he yelled, rushing to the serval's side. Why wasn't the leader attacking her? He was thoroughly confused at his parent's words. He wanted her to come back? Twisted couldn't help but feel jealous. She had made an attempt on his life and he still wanted to talk?


    No one can understand me
    Like you can understand
    No one can fill your shadow
    'Cause you are all I am
    {Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons}

    Elektra
    [color=white]Loner


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    She glanced down at the young kit that first greeted her. Was this all Colouredclan was now? They just let kits do all the patrolling? So much for being a tough anticlan.


    She gave Retrokit a mischievous smile, and parted her lips to tell her who she was, when Frightfur showed up. She flexed her claws, as she restrained herself from leaping at him straight away. She had to force the thought into her head that she wasn't here to kill him this time, at least, not unless she gave him a good reason to, like attacking her first.


    What he said, however, caught her off guard, and she was momentarily confused. He wanted her to come back? The confusion quickly passed, and her guards went up as she steeled herself for whatever he'd say next. As much as she wanted him to accept her, she'd tried to kill him at least twice. If someone had tried to kill her, she'd kill them. Elektra knew that her father was a little soft, however, so he'd probably just banish her instead. At least that would leave her knowing where they stood, though.


    Her gaze tore from Frightfur when Twistedkit shouted at her. "[color=red]Yeah? And what're you going to do about it?

    " she snorted. She'd killed cats three times the size of Twistedkit, and she'd even killed a labrador retriever. What made him think that he could take on the likes of her?


    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px; line-height:1.5;]#A4A4A4 for speaking
    A stream of black smoke barreled towards the scene, circling once around Retrokit before coming to a halt in a thick cloud to her immediate right. Small body forming in the smoke and it's final vapors sinking into his skin, Nefarious pressed himself close to his sister as he pulled his bright mismatched eyes up to the strange, threatening, female on the border. Whatever had happened between Frightfur and his daughter, it didn't seem like the latter was quite ready to start doing some father-daughter bonding.


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 12/21)]general:
    Nefariouskit Flamel Universum| Nef | male
    bisexual | biromantic | currently single
    3 moons | born December 23rd, then aged 3 moons
    Colouredclan member | Bodyguard
    physical:
    • domestic feline [CURRENT]
    - right eye is a dark orange, while the left is a pale olive
    - slightly curved black horns (currently only two inches tall)
    - black seal point coloring with light gray fur on main form
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    aloof | mildly curious | pyrophobic | photographic memory
    extremely down to earth | quick to judgement (usually self-judgement)
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | easy mentally
    • will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
    • Juyo / Vaapad based fighting styles | very low threat level
    • attack in #FE642E
    [color=#000]•     teleportation (looks like a trail of black smoke when teleporting)


    ♡ retrokit f. universum ♡
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    "That's your daughter?" Retrokit squeaked with disbelief, glancing over to Elektra and then to Frightfur. She didn't see much resemblance between the two, both physically and personality wise, but she decided to brush it off. "Uh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Elektra!" Well, it sure was a small world, wasn't it? It was cool to have met a relative of Frightfur's. All was going well until she heard the alarmed calls of Twistedkit as he came running over, sending over some pretty unsettling threats to Elektra. Wait, what was he talking about? Had Elektra done something bad? Retrokit's fur bristled defensively by instinct as she looked over to Elektra to see what her response to him would be. Her response did not make her settled at all. Elektra didn't try to defend herself. She just.. accepted what Twistedkit had said.


    Retrokit let out a hiss of surprise as a thin stream of black smoke suddenly began to encircle her but she quickly settled herself down when she realised that it was just Nef. Breathing a sigh of relief, the fawn-coloured kitten began to press herself against her brother in return to try and send the message to him that she didn't feel safe around Elektra and would be willing to protect him if she were to do anything. She didn't know what she would do exactly, though. All she knew was that she was getting some bad vibes from her. Very, very bad vibes. Retrokit hoped that Frightfur would be able to handle this safely.

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    ( TWISTEDKIT )


    ★★★

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    "I'll shred you, that's what!" he shot back. He didn't care about the obvious size difference nor the fact that he obviously lacked the skill to take such an opponent. All that mattered was that his father was safe from the likes of scum such as her. The munchkin gave Fright a sideways glance, wondering once again if the serval would chase her away. Clearly, she was using their relationship to get close to him again. Then, she was going to try some other plan to kill the leader. He was sure of it.

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    The cinnamon tabby slipped over, coming to stand besides Twist with a lash of his tail. His features were mainly lax despite the irritation bubbling inside of him. Right, he could remember this girl. She had come with the intentions of harming some of his fellow Colouredclanners, Fright being one of the targets. This little bitch had also harmed Lucien which was something completely and utterly unforgivable in his eyes. That was something that definitely did not settle well with the young bodyguard and he felt his lip twitching slightly although he refrained from snarling, keeping a cool composure as he briefly glanced down to his nephew with a flick of his ear. He knew full well that if you messed with his family, he would not be warm and friendly despite his usual behaviour and actions towards others. He did not take lightly to such acts and therefore would not change such moral rules for Elektra. The fur on the back of his neck bristled slightly and he kept his guard up, smiling softly at her as he did so. He could see that Fright had something planned, he could tell, which was what forced him into silent observation for the time being.


    [spoiler=i can’t escape from you // 21/01/17]

    I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR CLAWS IN ME!


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    [color=black][b]GENERAL
    ★ MORTY COULTER SMITH | MALE
    — real name is cinnamonskies, he hates it. will be touchy if called it
    ★ bisexual biromantic | monogamous
    ★ npc x npc | brother to sai coulter/lucien/befriendingdemons
    ★ kate marsh is his adoptive sister
    ★ 14 months | bodyguard (hp) of colouredclan


    PHYSICAL
    ★DOMESTIC FELINE | health [84%]
    — he is a cinnamon tabby with a marbled pattern swirled onto his fur. His fur is quite fluffy and plush and he has a pair of warm hazel coloured eyes. he also has a pair of small black horns that poke out of his fur near his ears at his temples. he tends to carry around a small satchel containing some small gadgets that he messes around with. he also has a small jelly like creature with tentacles that he calls Bubo (based off the 'bubonic plague' creature). He also always wears a fuzzy yellow scarf and a small friendship necklace which were gifts given to him by Kate. He treasures them greatly and will only take them off if completely necessary.


    PERSONALITY
    ★ OVERALL: pushover
    — he is the type that many would think of as a 'pushover' for the simple fact that he tends to be quite gullible. he is very trusting and does not really know when to keep his mouth shut. he is a major nerd, especially when science fiction is involved. morty recently has gained a new sense of confidence and will certainly oppose anyone who tries to crush his current optimistic streak. he feels that after all of the negativity, such as nighttales’ death, he should try and be a better being and that he should try to improve others’ lives. he is also a complete demon although he does not give in to any of his dark tendencies whilst others are around to keep friends safe.
    — he trusts: akutagawa
    — he trusted (they are somewhat inactive or dead): nighttales, joshua, lucien, paprika, kate
    — he distrusts: basically everyone


    RELATIONSHIPS
    ★ no maybe crushes | no crush | ½ of -
    ★ does not often acknowledge romantic emotions
    ★ does not enter relationships quickly


    INTERACTION
    ★ medium physically | somewhat weak mentally
    ★ he will not start fights, he will not usually end them either
    ★ feel free to act out peaceful interactions | attack in black
    ★ based off of morty smith from rick and morty

    [font='Times New Roman']oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me
    ▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN ▫
    [fancypost=bgcolor=; borderwidth=0%; bordercolor=; width:65%;]He smirked at what Twistedkit ran up to say. He would love to act that way toward anyone but he couldn’t allow himself to slip up and act childish and uncaring right now…because he was older than that, in spirit. Retrokit, Nerfarious, and Morty’s appearances made him feel better, even if everyone seemed on their toes. He gave the shorter Twistedkit a nudge with a shoulder and took a step to attempt to stand nose to nose with his torbie daughter. ”Hey…” he started at a whisper, eyes narrowed tensely,”You don’t have to be the bad guy, Elektra. You can’t really wish me dead and it’d be a lot easier to stay alive if you weren’t on my trail. I remember you fondly as my trusting and strong daughter and…and I’d like you to lend me your power.” They could be a team again if she could forgive and if he could forgive a little, too.



    He would give her an option, however, because he always liked a gamble. Stepping back and spiting a green sucker from his mouth, he spoke again and louder this time,”But, if that’s not interesting to you and I no longer matter– then prepare for a fight!”


    character tags/info — updated 01/15


    #BiteME


    No one can understand me
    Like you can understand
    No one can fill your shadow
    'Cause you are all I am
    {Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons}

    Elektra
    [color=white]Loner


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    Well, at least one person was rather oblivious to the current tension in the air. But she appreciated the positive sentiment, even if Retrokit had no idea as to what she's done in the past. As for Twistedkit, well, she just snorted, finding his inability to grasp reality cute. Morty, she ignored completely because honestly, she didn't care about anyone here except for her father.


    Funny choice of words, there, 'care'. Did she really care about him? She cared whether he died, although whether the caring was because she did still love him, or because he'd hurt her too badly, she couldn't tell. Her emotions raged like a tempest, and she was caught in the middle, both unable to hold her ground and unable to comprehend all of it and what it meant.


    She tensed when they went nose to nose, expecting an attack or something. His chest spike barely touched her, but it made her shiver all the same. She stared at him with hard eyes, as she held onto each word he said. If she wasn't supposed to be the bad guy, why was she doing all the stuff she was? If she really wasn't so 'bad', why did no one love her? Why did no one ever stick around?


    No, he wanted to use her. While most would've been offended or would've detested that notion, she loved it. Elektra was a weapon, meant to be used. She could be both a surgical tool, or a blunt instrument of destruction. The only thing she wasn't meant for was to be put on display without a purpose.


    His second offer was probably as tempting, and she had to stop herself from leaping at him, having bent her knees to leap at him. But no, that wasn't what she wanted, not really. Ultimately, what she needed was a purpose. And if Frightfur was willing to give that to her...


    The torbie let loose a giddy laugh. As amazing as his offer was, a part of her wondered if he was just messing with her. "[color=red]You're... serious? After all this time, and after all I've done to you... you want me back?

    " She wanted to believe it, but she fought against herself. Why would he show such mercy to his twice-attempted murderer?


    ( TWISTEDKIT )


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    "You can't let her!" Twistedkit protested, ignoring Elektra's response to his threats. "What if she tries to hurt you again?" The kit didn't trust her at all. She'd tried to kill Fright once, so what was keeping her from doing it again? She didn't deserve to be forgiven in the munchkin's eyes.


    //museless