SLUMBER PARTY; PILLOW FIGHT // TORTURE

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    With a hot ass new bod like this, it was hard to not flaunt it. So, of course, the first thing he did was head off towards a random direction to find someone to snatch. However, being new to flying, he did struggle a bit but caught the gist of it after catching a nice breeze to glide on. The place he ended up hitting was Colouredclan. They were a pretty powerful group from what he had heard, grabbing someone from there would definitely be nice for his reputation.


    But with all that said, the chrome scaled dragon returned relatively scuffed with the form of a draconequus in his claws. It was a real struggle, transporting this warm and faintly corndog-smelling creature back to his home clan but it was worth it. Of course, not knowing much of Colouredclan, Alcibiades was not aware of the hybrid creature's identity, so he would treat it like any regular prisoner in the Exiles.


    Dropping the large form of the Colouredclanner with a thud, Alcibiades would peer at them, wondering if the impact with the ground woke them up. He was new to this kind of stuff, whether it be capture or torture. Hopefully he hadn't fucked up yet.
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    THE MADNESS WAS CLEAR TO SEE

    She woke up with a jolt, eyes flying wide open. Releasing a grunt, Volatile sat up and opened her maw wide, yawning. "Hm? Oh, I know this place. Old home.. No, not home. Not anymore." She murmured, nonchalant. Did this mean she was going to get tortured? What fun.. She looked around for her captor, spotting him and snorting. "Wowie, ya caught me. Congratulations." The beast muttered as she stretched, popping her back as she did so.


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    She laughed obnoxiously loud as she arrived. "Very nice job, whoever the hell you are! Looks like you caught one of the assholes that tried to bully us in submission some time ago!" The feline attempted to nudge him. "Fuck her up so much. On the brink of death. I'll help!" She slid out her claws, raising her paw in a threatening manner.

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    THE MADNESS WAS CLEAR TO SEE

    She snorted, looking down at the cat. "Please, like you could do anything yourself in that tiny body of yours." Volatile murmured as she flexed her claws, humming. "You're nothing but a baby compared to me. So many times bigger, and yet you think you can take me on. Oh, what buffoons." She rolled her eyes, smirking. Seems like nothing within the Exiles had changed since her departure. How disgusting.


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    Well. What did he really expect? A polite conversation? Nope. Maybe a load of whining and fear from the colouredclan creature? Nah, something so big couldn't be cowardly. She was like a disappointed mom with a consolation prize and Alcibiades didn't like feeling belittled. "I guess," the reptilian would sniff in response, as if dragging out the dialogue since he didn't really know what to do next.


    Now, the stranger of a roguemate who arrived to apparently help wasn't really appreciated. Honestly, her phrasing could have been a hell lot better, but he wouldn't remark on that. She looked like she knew what she was doing. Roxanne fully deserved Volatile's insults but of course, he pretended to be offended by it so he could get the ball rolling on this because there was a roguemate present and his reputation was currently being judged. "Shut up," the dragon would state bluntly with a frown, aiming to pimp slap Volatile and push her face into the dirt.
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    "Oh? Is this big enough for you?" She shapeshifted into a huge dragoness, supposedly just as big as Volatiletimes. When Alcibiades pushed her face in the dirt she gave a volley of whoops and hollers, clapping her hands together.




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    She grunted as she was slapped and then slammed into the dirt. Well, that was not what she was quite expecting, but alrighty then. Volatile made no noise as she remained there, listening to the obnoxious twerp that was Roxanne. She wasn't even going to give the sad girl the attention she so wanted, so she said nothing.


    "Harder." Volatile said with a snort.


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    /lmao 2000th post c': (technically it isnt b/c all of this account's Exiles board posts are missing rip)


    Roxanne needed jesus, that was all he could say about the girl. She was rather childish and maybe a little mentally insane but he wasn't about to point it out. After all, most of the Exiles were messed up in the head one way or another, and Alcy supposed he was on that path too. He just couldn't being himself to leave this place for some unknown reason though he knew everything that The Exiles stood for was pretty fucking gross.


    Oh shit. She spoke again. Well, he had to do something drastic now. If he didn't punish her for now listening, no one would be able to take him seriously. And that was not the way to go in the clan. His reputation would be thoroughly fucked and with that, he'll never fit in.


    His mind would quickly jump to one idea and the next, what would be suitable for this? He had to go big yeah? He wanted to just stop this and take this creature back to their home but it wouldn't be right. Oh fucking god, what the hell did he get himself into? Without another word or moments of hesitation, the chrome scaled dragon finally reacted and would attempt to pry the draconequus's jaw open to tear our their tongue. This was sick.
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    Well, she wasn't that fucked up in the head. Not that much anyway. She clapped even harder and yelled, "YOU HEARD HER! HARDER!"

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    THE MADNESS WAS CLEAR TO SEE

    Blue blood came pouring out, sticky and thick. It would suffocate her if she didn't get it out now, but its not like it would kill her anyways, unfortunately. Being immortal sucked, honestly. The female wasn't done messing with the boy yet. Oh, not by a landslide. She still had her telepathy. She tried getting inside his mind, and if she was successful, she would whisper to him: "Foolish lad, I can never be silenced. You would do best to remember that." She was condescending, she had always been that way. Seeing people get frustrated and mad at her made her feel oh so good, and she was only getting started with her little tricks.


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    She didn't see the attack Volatiletimes was making, obviously, and she stared at the blue blood. Who the hell had blue blood in her system? It disgusted her.

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    God help him. He was beginning to develop a headache from Roxanne's voice. She was unnecessarily loud and the reptilian was already incredibly stressed about this. The blood was disgusting on his claws. Pulling his 'hands' out of the draconequus's mouth, Alcy realized he ended up with a few cuts from the Colouredclanner's teeth. How graceless.


    It didn't help that the tone of telepathy spurred him to do more. He wanted to stop but his pride wouldn't let him. She wanted more? He'll give her more. Drive by a slight flare of anger, the blood splattered dragon would ignore Volatile's remark and would attempt to begin the agonizingly slow process in snapping the Colourdclanner's limbs, starting with their wings. Why was she egging him on? Did she want this? He just wanted her to give up so he could end this. Alcibiades did not like that small sadistic feeling that was growing.
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    THE MADNESS WAS CLEAR TO SEE

    She squirmed, not liking that her wings were being the first to go. She really liked those wings... They were so pretty and reminded her of Damiano and Yuri. Sure, they would regenerate once a day passed, but they would look a little different. Volatile narrowed her eyes and tried to force her thoughts into Alcibiades as more blood rushed out of her mouth. "Listen to me when I'm talking to you, boy! If you do not, I will cause mental damage that would be enough to traumatize a brute! I've seen things in the world that would make even the bravest of men quiver beneath me!" She was passive when need be, but right now, she wanted a toy. Sure, she was down now, but she would still play her little games. Volatile never knew when to quit, unfortunately.


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    /sorry for the lateness! i had shifts all weekend rip


    She was squirming. That was good news for him, it was validation that he was heading in the right direction. Thank god. The only negative part about it that a sinister side of him seemed to begin enjoying the power trip. The voice telling him to stop this shit was slowly getting quieter and quieter, and with Volatile's mental intrusion, the process was hastened. Was she trying to threaten him? The audacity she had, throwing warnings at the one who had her under their claws? (Or so Alcibiades thought). However, this would continue to incense him. Raising a clawed hand, the dragon would bring it down sharply, attempting to aim another hard slap on the Draconequus and shove their face into a small area of mud that he created quickly with his elemental powers. Maybe suffocating her in some mud would help.
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