HE IS HIS| open, announcement| OWN WORST CRITIC

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    What he did was wrong, Atticus had his morality quite intact and he knew it.
    The gigantic moose strode through camp with his gigantic muscles rippling through his new frame and almost as quickly as he had gotten his form, he had damaged it. There were now open sores and wounds upon the man's dark flesh from bites and fighting, but his worst injuries were those that could not be seen through crimson red splittings within the skin.
    The moose had picked a fight with Negan and all of this damage was a result of it. He had gotten many strikes from Lucille before finally leaving the baseball bat banged up to a point Negan was emotionally torn and ran off in submission. By that, Atticus guessed victory was his but it felt like no prideful matter.
    Assault was never moral, even if it had to be done.


    Standing in the center of camp, the moose looked so unlike his usual self. His dark olive eyes were narrowed in a frown that now seemed almost permanent, his shoulders and arms were bunched up in tension, he was more quiet now, a presence if anything. He stood tall and with a sigh, the bull called out with a bugle.
    "Windclan! I have an announcement t'make." The man would call out, his voice a low, exhausted rasp but loud enough to distribute strength through his volume.


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    I have my father's eyes | 4/14

    I have my father's eyes | 4/14

    i think there's a fault in my code

    Henry was unaware of what had happened. He hadn't even known that his husband was planning to confront Negan and if he had, he would have discouraged it. He knew Atticus didn't like violence and he would have never asked him to take part in it. So, when he would arrive and see the one he loved most in the world covered in fresh cuts, concern would be quite clear in his gaze. He nearly spoke up but then decided not to. None of the wounds were deadly and he could wait to show his worry after his husband said whatever was necessary.


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    updated 4/15/17

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


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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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    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Atticus' injured form was certainly a concerning sight. For such a large creature, it was difficult to imagine what - or who - could have done this to him, even if there were no visible major wounds. Especially seeing as the moose was generally a peaceful person - Alice didn't think Attie would ever get into a fight. The lioness approached, wary, and seated herself near Fiver.



    With a sigh, Atticus stared down at the group that had gathered. There wasn't many present, that was unfortunate. He decided that he would speak as loud as he could to reach any others who had not yet gathered below.
    "As ya'll may know, Negan took over, but no more." The moose would say, voice booming like thunder through a pair of strong lungs with incredible capacity.
    "He is... Gone. I called him aside, and we discussed things. Discussions grew into actions but, well, I fell victorious an' now he's gone." The cervid would say, sending a brief glance over to his wounds as he mentioned the use of actions within the scene. That must've been selfish to go out and fight alone, but he knew he did not want to drag the clan into combat against one. That wasn't fair. But even then, guilt was still bubbling under the veteran's skin like magma in a volcano, almost ready to blow.
    "I apologize for takin' him on my own, Windclan. I jus' couldn't let anyone else get hurt. I hope you understand."
    And with that he'd sigh and nod over to his people before sending a glance towards henry, his head dipping over to the smaller deer.
    "The role of leader returns to Henry an' that concludes the announcement."


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    I have my father's eyes | 4/14

    I have my father's eyes | 4/14


    ★★★    --When Jules spotted his father's crippled form, a pained gasp escaped from his lips. The young dalmador raced towards Attie, weaving back and forth through the gathered members' legs as he went, everything around him fading into the background until he was only conciously aware of his father's shape in the distance and the rhythmic thud of his paws against the earth. What in the world had happened? His mind overflowed with terrible images of his father being hurt; in fact, these imaginings were so prominent in his head that he didn't hear when Attie actually explained what had happened. When he was close to the massive moose, he slowed. He wanted to throw himself against the moose's injured flesh and give him a tight, loving hug, but he knew it might cause more pain than pleasure, so he held back. Tears springing to his blue-grey optics, the puppy halted in front of his father and whispered, "Daddy... What happened?"

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    GENERAL:
    - julian nathaniel | "jules"
    - member of windclan
    - cisgender male | he him
    - biromantic | bisexual
    - two moons physically | two moons mentally
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    - single | not looking
    - atticus hacksaw xx henry hacksaw
    - hpr
    PHYSICAL:
    [ DOMESTIC CANINE ] - primary
    - "dalmador" | dalmatian xx labrador
    - smooth black fur
    - white markings on muzzle, chest, belly, and paws
    - tall and lanky build
    - cool blue-grey eyes
    - only discovered body
    - physical health 100% | mental health 100%
    PERSONALITY:
    - introverted and thoughtful when speaking
    - kind and easy-going
    - calm and collected
    - hard-working and over-acheiving
    - naive and trusting
    - noble and protective
    - intelligent and thinks things through
    POWERS:
    - telepathy | undiscovered
    - multiple possessions | undiscovered
    BATTLE:
    - currently easy physically and mentally
    - put name in #536878 when attacking

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    He'd been surprised that Negan's followers hadn't torn him apart. That had been a stupid and dangerous move, but perhaps with Atticus' new body, it wasn't as perilous as he was making it out to be. Still, either way, the griffin nodded. Good riddance, he thought.


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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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    Well, well looks like someone found his balls. Henry must be ecstatic. The white-furred wolf slipped over to the growing group, pointed ears twitching as she acknowledged the small announcement. Negan was a fun, brief, time, but she didn't exactly expect him to last that long. But it took Windclan to realize they shouldn't be pussies, which was what Negan wanted anyway. So who really won?


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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

    Had the small canine known his father had planned to stand up to Negan, the male would have probably tried to convince the other to do something else instead. It wasn't like he liked Negan or anything, he just couldn't stand the potential of someone in his family getting hurt.


    "Y-you c-could have g-gotten hurt" the soft voice of the nervous canine would come as he approached his father. Sadly it seemed he no longer looked like either of them, which made him feel a bit outed in the whole family situation, but at least he was still blood related to them? Right? Or did it not work that way when you got a new body? Probably not. He was just some child with the same surname now, nothing really connecting him to his parents anymore.