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    She was out of her mind with boredom and a considerable amount of hunger given how she had held back her usual meals while in this form. But fuck it, you know? No one seemed to be paying a lot of attention anyway. So the lean wolf was a few yards from the main Windclan camp, hungrily tucking into a child at her paws, blood staining her stark white fur. It wasn't anything sorted, not a child of one of the Windclanners here and it wasn't like cannibalism was explicitly forbidden here. Nobody could really do shit about Victorian devouring a wolf pup.


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    Poppykit happened to come across this gruesome scene since she liked to travel on her own and stay out of camp as frequently as possible since she hated crowds. It wasn't long before the child spotted the white pelted canine, which caused her to stop. Her gaze trailed from her blood stained muzzle to the meal in front of her. She was eating a wolf. One of her own kind. Poppykit was suddenly glad she was not a wolf. "That's disgusting." The feline says flatly, stepping back as she wrinkled her nose. What was wrong with this chick? Then again, the fluffy kitten seemed to find the task of eating anything in general disgusting. But it was necessary in order to live.

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    A giggle broke from the possessed Advisor as she drew her ruby optics up to the intruding little beastie, swallowing the pieces of flesh that were in her mouth and running her tongue along her sharpened teeth to lick off any residue from her meal so far. "There is prey," began Victorianpaw with a rise of her little shoulders as she snapped the bones back from the wolf pup's ribcage and fished out it's bloody heart, "And there is the hunter. Would you rather be the former?" As if this was any different than eating a mouse. Well, maybe since this body was a wolf too it was a bit more fucked up. Ah well. The female bent to take a bite out of the little heart, ignoring the splatter of blood from the sudden puncture of the organ.


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    There was no way in hell Poppykit was about to show someone else that she was grossed out or afraid. But she was. No matter how brave she tried to act (and succeeded in doing so) she was just a child, and these sort of things could scarr a kid. Though it didn't matter much. Poppykit was already exposed to enough traumatic stuff in her young life that it would only become a small stack on the list of things that were not good for kids to be exposed to. Maybe that's why it would be better off someone actually does adopt her one day. Or she'd start to adapt to the cruel world around her. Would you rather be the former? Poppykit visibly tensed, ready to stand up for herself if what Victorianpaw intentionally came out sounding like a threat. She stepped back, her expression still blank though her ears arched back. "Whatever. Your call I guess. Still gross."



    Blood hung in the air and the scent wasn't foreign to Atticus. As a doctor, as a soldier, he knew the smell all too well. He was lured by it for it was instinctual to tend to the wounded now, however when the man would arrive at the scene he would be faced with a scenario that sank his heart into his heels and re-awoke old memories.
    Victorian, a wolf pup was feasting on another of her species. Normally Atticus would have argued with her and try to show her morality but... He just froze and stood there, emerald eyes staring blankly ahead.
    Cannibalism.
    As much as he tried to forget, he had experience with the practice. In Bergen Belsen, food was rare. If you were lucky, you'd get a cup of soup and a slice of bread every day which did not meet the required human need. Because of that many people died of starvation - many of Attie's people, and many were starved. Some harvested what was good of their comrades bodies before they were burnt or rotten away, desperately clinging on to life they went against their own morality. After Zakai was gassed and Atticus had his foot shot off, he was stripped of his right to eat and so he relied on human meat until finally being liberated. So, to come to Victorian and judge her of what she did only arose the wrongness of what had happened ages ago in history.
    He didn't speak, only stared before sitting down and averting his eyes from the body.

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    Henry couldn't believe his own eyes when he came across Victorian. Part of him wanted to yell at her but he knew there was little he could really do about it. It was a Windclanner, based on scent alone, and the most she was doing was frightening her other clanmates which wasn't really grounds for getting after her. "Vic... Why... Where did you..." His voice faltered and he looked as though he would be ill. He would be quick to turn his gaze from the body and instead to Atticus. Worry would immediately bloom in him and he would approach his husband, gently nuzzling him. "Come on, Attie. Let's just... let's go home," His voice came out strained but he hoped that Attie would listen. They didn't need to be here.

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    Oh look. Another kid that had been under his watch that he somehow screwed up raising. Good for you, Vader. At least one of them understands the circle of life. Vader didn't entirely mind it, and was too angry with Henry to stop her, either.


    If everyone was going to think he wasn't good enough for his kids, then fine. He'd let them do what they want. Whatever he did was wrong, apparently.
    Vader would move, aiming to place a hand on Victorian's head and rub it, then pull away. A form of approval from Vader.

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    "Says you," sighed the demoness with another small shrug after finishing off the heart with a delighted snap of her jaws. Her pointed ears twitched slightly as Atticus came over but didn't speak, just sort of stared at the ground like he was brain-dead or something. It made her wonder if the smell was fucking with the pregnant male or if he was really so grossed out by this. "You eat prey all the time, what makes this so different, Hen?" remarked Victorianpaw with a twitch of her head as the leader approached, also seeming to find faults in this, "Well I guess the wolf on wolf makes it weird... but this was the only baby along for miles around that didn't belong to Windclan. And infant blood is far much better than anything else."


    She bent to tear another little bite off of her sacrifice before freezing as someone touched her head. For half a second the demoness was sure someone was trying to tear her away from her meal, but then she registered the action as a pat. Victorian tugged her ruby optics up to the armored lion to fix him with a slightly confused look before returning her attention to the child in front of her.


    [just to reiterate: she's not eating a windclanner :3]


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength

    At Victorian's comments, his ears would pin themselves against his head and he would seem to nearly shrink. He couldn't believe Vader was condoning this like it was some sort of achievement. "No, it's different. I'm not eating one of my own species, which can cause a great deal of medical and social issues. I would never even think about eating... eating another... another canine. Besides, I don't eat raw meat anyway..." He would answer, having to turn his gaze from it once again. "Honestly, Vic, you had to find a child? You don't know what family they had, what they could be missing out on now that their life has been cut short," His voice ached before he would press himself against Atticus once more. He didn't want to be here for another moment. He couldn't stomach this. "Attie, I'm going to head home," He would reiterate, hoping his husband would hear him.

    Poppykit did not say anything else, simply listening to the others discuss the matter. While the sight of her devouring the kid was revolting to her she couldn't help but feel awful curious about this stranger. Probably not a good curious either. She wanted to know what her deal was, because whatever it was sure as hell was interesting. Of course, that curiousity was quickly replaced with an unimpressed look when Vader pat Victorianpaw's head. Well that was short lived.

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    Vader figured he shouldn't mention to Henry about Lion infantcide, if they were on the topic about cannibalism and children. On the other hand, with the 'recent events' he knew the deputy postition was far out of grasp once more.
    What the hell? Screw Henry. Henry could kiss his shiny metal ass.


    "Children are easier to kill and hunt down, Henry. They become targets once separated from the group. So is the law of nature." He said, laying down near the wolf pup, but keeping a yard of distance. "But you wouldn't know that. You're a human in a dog's body."



    Memories, especially ones that resonated so deep within the man were hard to pull away from. Even at Henry's words, Atticus was still in a sort of daze, as if he was not entirely present. His emerald eyes were blank and his mouth had slowly closed in a thin line, fictional brows slightly furrowed at the sight. He could feel his lover press against him, speaking to him and the dalmatian tilted to the presence of his love, eyes hesitating to pull away from the bloody sight. He nodded stiffly towards the labrador's way but did not start walking off yet, but soon Victorian would speak and his attention was back on the child feasting upon another of her own species.
    Her maw was bloodied, the white fur upon her face stained crimson that did not look right on Victorian's frame, it did not look right on her. This was not right. There was plenty of prey within Windclan and yet Victorian went out to seek a child and a child of her own kind.
    He felt as if he couldn't say anything for if he did he would be a hypocrite. But back in early April of 1945 desperation was what lead him to drastic measures, there was no food for him and for the boy he was raising when he was alive so yes, at one point the man was human feasting upon human flesh but he had no choice. It was either do that or watch his son perish, which he had to experience anyways for he did not die of starvation, but of vile execution.
    The difference was the reason.
    Bergen belsen was a place of nothing but treatment that was cruel, execution of a mass group of people, a genocide. Victorian had all that she needed, she had food she had a life and yet she chose to feast on something such as this when other options were clearly available and he couldn't just say nothing.
    "There was other options." The male said only softly before his eyes locked onto those of Victorian.
    "Victorian there's plenty of food here, plenty t'feed all of us and plenty t'feed you a hundred times over an' yet you do... You do this!?" The dalmatian said with a wave of his paw, voice cracking in his Southern-laced tongue as he spoke, probably allowing internal guilt and pent up anger and repressed memories take the best of him. He let his eyes shot over to Vader and for some reason, impulsion took over
    "But there is plenty of food here! Victorian isn't starvin' Victorian has all she needs, no one's takin' nothin' from her, no one's doin' anythin' to stop her from takin' food already prepared now she's here feasting on somethin' that was alive although there were things prepared and ready her! In this territory!" The man would end his words with a slam against the ground, claws digging into soil and muscles bunching under flesh, he was definitely letting repressed guilt take over.


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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

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    //"Henry could kiss his shiny metal ass."
    tell us how you really feel Vader


    Henry would look towards Vader in disgust. "I don't care. I don't have to be an animal to know that this is wrong for anyone to take part in, including those who are naturally animals. You shouldn't eat someone of the same species," He would argue, scrunching his nose and shaking his head before looking towards Attie as he would speak up. As his husband spoke, he would remain silent, quietly agreeing with everything he would say.

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    "And I if these children have been raise their entire lives, being given the fish, and when we all pass on and the children are the next adults, who shall give them fish? If we teach them to fish for themselves, then they can get their own fish. And we can stop having to give them fish."


    He snorts at the leader. "Henry, tell that to every male lion who takes over another pride. Tell them it's wrong to kill kids of your species. Try. Watch what happens."


    Vader knew what it was like to starve. And the memory of eating rotting food and sometimes plants, just to get something, still lived in his mind from his cubhood. "She has hunted. She is reaping her rewards. So if this makes you so uncomfortable, why don't you go away? Go feed the little demon spawns inside you, Atticus."

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    She couldn't help it anymore. Laughter burst from the blood-splattered female, her body twisting slightly with amusement as she tugged her ruby gaze around at the trio. "Oh silly, it's not about the meat. More so the blood than anything." Victorianpaw stuck her muzzle back into the carcass as she continued, her voice a bit muffled now, "Funny how you're all so angry with Victorian." Despite the female screaming inside her own body for someone to help her. The female wolf stood, stretching out her body as the wolf pup's form suddenly burst into flames in front of her. "Oh well, huh?"


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength



    The words were just screaming in his head.
    There's other options. You didn't need to eat the child you had a choice, unlike me, you had a choice.
    He'd stare at Vader with blazing eyes, the furrow between his brows only growing deeper the more the Barbary lion spoke, defending this behavior. Who was he to think the Sith Lord would care? He didn't know what it was to live a life he had lived. Atticus had went against his own morals he devoted his life to in order to survive and it self him scarred in ways more than physical, scarred in ways that were permanent. it did not give him reason to judge Victorian but yet... He felt even more guilty doing nothing.


    As the cyborg would make reference to his unborn children, an obvious growl escaped from the depths of the veteran's throat and Atticus's head lowered with a glare"Berega' zeh eykhe ett me'izah hi iti." The words were spat like vile acid and as Victorian spoke the dalmation's head lifted and he sighed before frowning at the way referenced to herself.
    "Why did you jus' refer t'yourself like that?"


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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

    "Then teach them to hunt something that is not of their kind! She didn't have to catch her own species, she could have chosen any other creature!" Henry would argue. When he would hear Vader speak of his children, his ears would pin back on his head and anger showed brightly in his eyes. "What did you just call my children?" He practically hissed the words, the hair on his spine standing up. His tone was low and mimicked one closer to his other half's than his own. His gaze would only be drawn by Vic when his husband addressed her. Honestly, he had the same question as Attie so he would stay silent for now.

    The blood? Poppykit was silent for a little while longer, starting to grow bored of this scene. All this bickering was getting none of them anywhere, because clearly Victorianpaw did not care either way. "Huh. You sound like you treat yourself like two completely separate people." The child comments dully, loud enough for everyone else to hear despite it only being meant for the wolves own ears. It was just an observation. Nothing more, nothing less. And with that, Poppykit was leaving all on her own, not caring what happened next.

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    "Whoopsies," sung the six moon old, crinkling her nose slightly as her bloody maw split into a grin. She gave a small shake of her head and turned her red eyes back towards Atticus, a questioning little look present there. It wasn't like she had hid her takeover that well. "Aren't you all just the smartest people?" she snickered, rolling her eyes and staring briefly up at the sky as if this was straining her, "Just like all those lovely morons that used to sacrifice their children to me."


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    6 moons physically | 19 moons combined w/ Padmé's spirit
    physical:
    • black-lined ruby-colored eyes
    • albino wolf [current]
    • accessories
    - simple black chain headpiece with inlaid rubies
    - has a bit of a pale maroon aura surrounding her
    injuries:
    • possessed by Kali
    personality:
    hot-headed | blunt | royal dignity & grace | violent
    enjoys revenge | has little care for others
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | difficult mentally
    • does not start or quit fights | will attempt diplomacy during battle
    • flowerprints
    • [demon allotted powers:] telekinesis, elemental powers, ghostmode, conjuration, invisibility, telepathy, super senses, super speed & strength



    Looking over Vader and then towards Victorian, all this was too much to take in for him. Memories pressed down upon his shoulders like a heavy burden, the way Vader had spoke of his unborn children still rested like a fire in the pit of the man's stomach and now Victorian was... Was whatever this is?
    He was a few seconds away from exploding with rage, all the anger he had felt had been pressed down into something ever so powerful and he shook his head and turned on his heels.
    "'M sorry. I can't take this. I'm out." The man murmured out with a shake of his head before trotting off and leaving the scene


    //out
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    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27

    Hoping today I won't miss you | 3/27