i can't help but notice. (OPEN + ATTACKING AN EXILER)

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    Negan was losing his mind. More so than he already was. The more days that passed, the more violent and unpredictable he was becoming. Something was clearly wrong with the canine, something was festering deep inside him-- and it was only getting worse. Much worse, and now he was starting to become angrier and more violent. It would soon become clear that Windclan would need to act soon on overthrowing Negan, and soon. Before things got any worse. Today was a huge reminder of this. He wanted to set an example, show the clan just what happens when they cross him. So he finished dragging an Exiler to the center of camp, a heavy paw down on his back to keep the victim in place so he could not escape. But it wasn't just any old Exiler, it was Dean. "I want everyone to listen up, because this is important!" he bellows, loud enough for the whole clan to hear and then some. This man here not only left us and proved his disloyalty, but he was caught red handed sneaking into our territory. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated from our enemies!" With a lash of his tail, he continued even more firmly. "These past two days, I've seen blatant disrespect towars me. In fact, most of you guys think that you can walk all over me. Let's prove that is dead ass wrong right now right now. Because I am a force to be reckoned with!" with this, He rose his favorite weapon, a barbwire coated baseball bat he affectionately called Lucille, and aimed to strike it down hard on Dean's body.

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    it's headed my way — dean winchester — the exiles — he/his/him — tags

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    NOT SO FUN ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THINGS IS IT? ]


    a warning growl leaves the hunter as he feels negan's paw pressing down on his spine. normally, this would be the part when dean would buck up or roll out from under the other canine but his current state didn't allow for much movement. hell, with the amount of blood he'd already lost before he took the spiky bat to the legs had him fighting to see relatively straight. the dog's front legs were already beginning to mat with blood along with the recent, but older, injuries the hunter had sustained defending the exiles camp against shadowclan earlier in the week which meant he couldn't do much to defend himself at the moment. "pretty sure the lack of respect is because you're a total asshole," the dog snaps out as he tries to figure a way out of this shit-mess he'd gotten himself into by scoping out the takeover situation in windclan. this is what happens when you care about other people.


    when the bat connected with his side, dean would let out a low grunt of pain as the barbed-wire rips through his skin. goddammit! he's so fucking dead. as the red crimson liquid begins dripping down his side, dean would try to roll out from under negan and snap at the paw that was on top of him. if that asshat thought he'd just lay down and take this shit, they had another thing coming. even if it did mean he ended up with his ass beat ten times worse than before.

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    //YELLS WELL AT LEAST OLLIE CAN DO SOMETHING


    He'd thought he and Negan were getting to be on good terms. But old friendships came first, and as soon as that bat hit his friend, Dean, Oliver's friendship was lost to Negan forever.


    "Back the hell down or I will make you!" he shouted to Negan.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    i'm going to tell you there's no black and no white
    2 month old "dalmador" - faceclaim is tsumugi kotobuki from k-on!


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    Negan sounded angry, and Clara wondered what was going on. She wandered over to find Negan bracing down a total stranger, his bat wielded. She stepped forwards, maybe to say something, or to get a closer look. Whatever it was, she was confused.


    Violence hadn't been a major part of her life thus far. She knew that prey had to be killed in order to be eaten, but it was delicious. The prey didn't have the mind to life a prosperous life and it was a mercy to be neatly assassinated instead of devoured alive. But now? What? Clara stared, wide-eyed, as blood spurted out of the place where the stranger's flank had once been, a geyser of steaming life pouring out of him. WHAT? The world spun as the stranger snarled and Oliver yelled. She collapsed into a sitting position, slack-jawed.


    No, she wouldn't even try to comprehend this. It would cost her too much to think, so she just sat, her gaze unfocused. Maybe they would ignore her if she sat still, even with her bright white and black pelt.


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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Words couldn't even express the intense hatred and rage Alice felt towards Negan at that moment. A force to be reckoned with? True. This guy was insane. A screw loose? He had at least twenty. This was public torture and the work of anti-clans. Though the violent actions should have driven a thorn of fear into her heart - and they did - the fury was overwhelming. Maybe the Exiler had been stalking their territory, aiming to uncover their "secrets" - but nothing excused this. Alice shouldn't have to see this. Clara shouldn't have to see this. Nobody should, and this asshole had the nerve to walk in, take over, and perform this kind of outrage?! If she had had the guts, the lioness would have murdered him. Not literally - that was hypocrisy. But at the very least slapped this psycho into next week. Yes, damn right she was pissed. It seemed Negan had it in for himself between the Skywalker children and their uncontrollable emotions. "Stop it!" she shrieked, flinching as the bat made contact. This was wrong, on so many levels. This was not justice. Unacceptable. "Just stop!" Obviously, Negan wasn't going to listen. Who was she to object - just some pesky kid. But neither doubts nor anxiety could quieten her voice now. She wanted to scream at him a thousand words - but the violence had to end first. That was the priority - then she could focus on calling him out on his sins.

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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    Vader was on the move.
    He slid infront of Alice and Clara first, using his cape to block their view of the display. He would then turn hi and upper body- throwing up his hands in a clawing shape, aiming to freeze Negan in place, and to pick up Dean by his scruff with the Force.


    "You are mistaken, Negan." In a different situation, Vader would have said nothing. But his children were here. And he needed Dean for a task. "I have need of this one." he states, his head tilting down to give a frowning appearance.



    //retro to injury


    Hearing the ruckus going on and about out in camp Atticus drove himself out of the medic chalet to see what was going on and lo and behold Negan had found himself a little pet to torture and harm. The deputy's heart sank and as he saw Clara watching what was he opening he trotte duo and stood in front of the young girl to block her view from the violence, lowering his head he nuzzled his daughter in a attempt to get her to turn away.
    "Love, y'dont haveta see this."
    He said in hushed words as he gently tried to nudge his offspring away from this scene.
    "Go to the cabin - please."
    The soldier sent a smile down to his daughter beefier craning his neck over to flare at both Negan and Vader with pure hatred.
    Oh were they going to get what's coming.


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    I have my father's eyes | 4/10

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    "I'd much rather see his brains splatter everywhere," remarked the white-furred wolf as she picked her way over to the group, ruby eyes narrowing at the sight of the hunter Vader was now holding. Kali came to a halt uncomfortably close to Atticus, gaze still lingering on Dean before finally being unable to respond to the Windclanners' absolute lack of a backbone. "Oh sure, save the Exiler. I am sure his clanmates will offer you all the same when they try to pillage and rape everyone."


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    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    7 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

    Negan growled loudly as Dean bit his paw, going to strike him once more-- but was interrupted. That interruption was done by none other than Vader, who had successfully frozen Negan in place. And it wasn't long before his NPC guards noticed something was going on. It would become the first demonstration of just how powerful Negan actually was. All the silent NPC guards he had to keep anyone from overthrowing his reign were now going to show what happened if anyone tried to mess with Negan. They surged forward like a swarm of angry bees and began to attempt to attack the robotic lion bodied at almost every angle they possibly could. They were strong, merciless and set on stopping Vader. And if it worked, it would be enough time for Negan to gain control once more retaliate himself.

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    it's headed my way — dean winchester — the exiles — he/his/him — tags

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    the metallic taste of blood bursts on the dog's tongue as his teeth sink into the shepherd's foot. it probably just made things worse but at least he could say he didn't take this shit laying down.... well, not completely pliant and what not. "who the fuck got you started on this baseball fetish. jesus christ, you asshat!" snarls out the hunter as he begins to thrash underneath his captor. there's no way in hell i'm getting hit by that damn thing again. fuck this. however, the hunter did allow a smug feeling overcome him before he finds himself bracing for the next hit. like negan was going to back down after one bite. crazy fucker probably gets off on it. there was a commotion going on around them but the wolfdog barely paid attention. with the pain pulsing from his side, legs, and shoulder as well as his own concern about the older dog's baseball fetish he couldn't make out most of the voices. at one point he thought he heard oliver but like hell he was going to get his attention waver.


    dean was getting ready to lash out at negan again but a sharp tug on his scruff had him scrambling to stay on the ground. oh hell no. no no no. let's keep this on the ground. what the fucking fuck! there's no way in hell that asshat's gonna hold me up like a friggin' piñata. flailing for a moment, the hybrid would force himself to relax after noticing that it was none other than the robocop himself holding him in the air as negan charged him like some sort of rabid beaver. as degrading as it was to be held up like this, dean was use to it by this point with all of his extracurricular activities and what not. being tossed around by invisible forces like a ragdoll was an everyday occurrence for him by this point. better yet, the cyborg wasn't force-choking him. that was as probably as good of a day as it was going to get. "not a friggin' pup, vader! put me down!" snaps out the hunter as he tries to squirm out of the force grip. is that even possible? while he was in no space to stand on his own, dean did not need to be strung up in case negan decided to change his course and take another swing as his now helpless -which he'd never admit- ass. it didn't help that the sudden switch in position had the blood dripping down the entire length of his body. that was going to be a bitch to clean off, not to mention his own thrashing made them hurt like hell.

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    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    i'm going to tell you there's no black and no white
    2 month old "dalmador" - faceclaim is tsumugi kotobuki from k-on!


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    Alice's screams filled her ears, and she snapped out of her daze, staring at Alice with horror. Alice was nice and pretty-- what if Negan attacked her? Clara's paws scrabbled at the ground as she attempted to scoot backwards, but found no purchase. It was alarming to watch such a face become a mask of fear and horror. But then Vader intercepted, and she couldn't see anything.


    Would that make it better? The way he was speaking suggested at a stern, but casual, reprimand. Clara relaxed, just a little, under the presence of the powerful lion. He would protect them. But still, she couldn't form any coherent words. She blinked as her father leaned down towards her, and she willingly went with the direction he wanted her to face. His insistent nose made her stand up, albeit a little wobbly, and take a few steps. She glanced in his direction anxiously. It was still dangerous, was what she wanted to say, but couldn't find the words. Instead, she walked right out of the thread, flattening her ears at the distant sound of the stranger's yelling.


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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    In truth, Dean was the only creature Vader knew had experience with demons. Vader wanted Dean to exorcise the spirit that had possessed Victorianpup. Which would be difficult to do if Dean was dead. Or impaired.


    You will help me with something if you wish to live, Dean. Vader told the dog with telepathy- and aimed to slam the dog down, and hopefully render him unconscious. Incapacitated- but unharmed.


    Vader would pull the cylinder from his waist, and ignite the red electric blade- glowing bright as Vader turned it up to full power with his elementals. He would end up releasing Negan in the dissaray, and would aim to push Alice away from him with the Force, then turn on his heels, cutting the first guard down the middle.


    The Dark Side cried for him- cheered as Darth Vader's power returned to it, fed upon it- and wept as Vader fell into the Dark Side, becoming a symbiotic movement- a composition of weaponized energy.


    Vader's blade was a blur- and it cut the guard's left and right, leaving some dead at his feet with cauterized gashes- and other still squabbling and clawing towards him. One leaped from behind and was caught by the Force- Vader's free hand clenched, crushing the guard's neck, and tossing it into another, as a third I front was impaled on his blade.


    The bodies kept an even trail as Vader made his way to Negan. One of the downed guards landed a bite on his ankle- Vader snapped his wrist and decapicated the rogue. This allowed another a window to jump on his back try to reach the nape of his neck under the helmet, and Vader reached over his head, grabbing the husky by the scruff and throwing it down in front of him, raising his leg and crushing its ribs under his boot. He used that as an anchor to whip around again, slicing another dog in half and picking up a smaller one by its skull, slicing through that one too.


    The lightsaber was a weapon of destruction in Vader's cold hands, and was liable to keep this up until Negan ran out of dogs or Vader had lost. This put his focus on defending himself, making his way towards Negan, however slowly- and kept his attention on the rogues.


    // when your daddy slaughters many dogs right before your eyes

    With all the strength in his body, the wolf mix was able to finally move again. However, for a while, he remained silent, watching Vader slice through his men without difficulty. Finally, he decided it was time to attempt to stop this for now. "Guards!" Or what's left of you at least. "That's enough! Leave Vader alone!" he did not have to say this twice. The rest of the living (and mostly probably injured) NPCs scrambled away from Vader as Negan approached the robotic lion. There was a pause, as if the leather coated self proclaimed leader was considering something in his head. "... Do what you need to with Dean. After you're done with him I want to see about keeping him prisoner here." he says before stepping away. He did not want to risk putting a hole through Lucille because he got too close or something.

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    When the guards moved away, Vader held his blade, and it lessened to a dimmer, more stable red. There was a last guard near his feet- it had been cut at the waist and was in shock. It was not, however, bleeding. Perhaps that's the most disturbing part- there's little to no blood. The electricity and the heat of he lightsaber cauterized the wounds and stopped the bleeding.


    He stares down at the now-amputee, well aware or its hopelessness and its whimpering.... And crushes its skull in with his boot.


    There's almost no blood on Vader, either. Just hair and dust and the blood on his boots. His head raises, looking at Negan. His breathing cycle has sped up- evident of the rush of adrenaline and the combat. His shoulders are heaving and there's a slight swaying as he breathes.


    "Have your guards clean up the mess. It is their comrades, not Windclan's." Vader would move, then, walking towards Dean, and aiming to pick up the creature by his scruff, and hold him to eye level. "I have need of you." He says, putting the dog back down, and watching him for a moment, assessing if Dean would make a breath for it. After all, Vader had just kept the dog from being beaten too rough. Dean owed him.


    He motions for Dean to follow him, and walks back past Negan, only stopping when his back is facing the wolf-mix. "Negan.... I want you to keep in mind that I am capable of breaking your cherished weapon in half with my bare hands." His head turns, looking at the wolf over his shoulder. "Or your spine over my knee. It is unwise to turn your back on me." He says, making another gesture to Dean to follow him, and moving back to Alice, crouching down on one knee before his daughter, and tentatively reaching out to her.


    I'm sorry you saw that. He says over telepathy. Vader knows he does not entirely mean it- the rush of blood and the energy of battle were too addicting to him.
    Maybe an apology would help Alice in Vader's quest for his children to think of him as their hero, and not a monster.

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    A low growl issued from the lupine as she watched Vader ultimately win possession of Dean, a faint red vapor beginning to issue from her ruby optics. The hunter's new spot in this would likely complicate things for her, if Vader intended for him to exorcise her. "Now Windclan's harboring an Exiler, I can't wait until this backfires and he slaughters some of your children," remarked Victorian before she turned to slink away.


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 12/27)]

    general:
    Victorianpaw - Victoriansovereign| Vic, Tori | female
    demisexual | biromantic | currently single
    Windclan Operations Advisor | reincarnation of Padmé Amidala
    7 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

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Of all the ones to step in and actually be helpful, Vader was at the very bottom of that list. Oliver blinked at surprise at the robotic lion, and then turned with a frown to Negan. "If he's going to be a prisoner here, I'd rather keep him in my custody, instead of a prison." It was unlikely that Vader would kill Dean, after having saved him, so unless the barbary lion had torture in mind, he was hoping Dean would come out unharmed, and at least rest in comfort with the ex-archer.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    WHERE'S MY MIND — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Relief flooded the girl as she recognised her father. The sable cloak hid the torture show from her view - and Clara's - and allowed her mind to breathe. Allowed her lungs to breathe; she sighed ad her muscles relaxed. Negan listened to Vader. He could stop this. Her view was now hindered, but she noted her father's stern commands. Her mind pondered the meaning of his later statement, though there was little time to.


    Alice squeaked as she was shoved back suddenly, though miraculously retained her balance. The Force at work, she supposed - her father's doing. She lost her train of thought, and glanced back to her father in an attempt to possibly regain it. That was a mistake. Perhaps that same cloak continued to mask most of the action, but the trail of bodies left in Vader's wake made her dizzy. She felt like she was going to throw up. Limbs strewn across the ground, a couple of survivors lying among their comrades, heaving in agony. Her young mind couldn't even process the sight; nor justify the fact that they had attacked first. It was self-defense, but surely so much death was not necessary. The sounds were the worst part, as her beloved father continued his slaughter. Crunching of bones, crackling of the saber as it made contact with each body... the whimpers and desperate cries. Even the smell of fried flesh hung in the air, and the cub did everything she could to blur it all out. She hardly noticed her father's presence until she heard the familiar voice in her head. Robotic and unemotional. Alice was speechless, frozen in place quite like Negan. She made no move towards nor away from Vader, still attempting to process the event, expression vague. Oh, the perks of being the child of Darth Vader.