AND IT HAUNTS YOU [♧] O, TORTURE

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    MOTHER NATURE IS A SERIAL KILLER / fathertime / tba / he&they / tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]it doesnt take the dirtied feline too long to bring in something fresh, their capture (unconscious, only slightly roughed up) being dragged in by his scruff in their muscled jaws. shadowclan is neutral, true, but word has gotten around that they attacked olive, the other sanctuary leader, whilst she was staying in another clan and thats a good enough excuse for fathertime. they let their prey drop to the concrete ground of the plaza, their four eyes settling on the individual with blatant disgust. it had been easy to overpower percocet; father just sent their victim a quick mental screech to conk him out and that was a piece of cake. bringing his body back to camp, however, had been much more of a challenge and for that struggle alone, they are willing to hurt the shadowclanner more than they had originally intended. "wake up."" wake up." they growl, their echoe-y vocals hostile and they, being impatient, try to speed up their prey's recovery process by aiming to SLAM A VICIOUS KICK INTO HIS VICTIMS RIBCAGE, A BRIEF SNARL MUSHROOMING ACROSS THEIR MAW AS THEY DO SO.
    / @Percocet

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    The last thing that Percocet had remembered before passing out was a mind-splitting screech - loud and disturbing, like there had actually been something inside his brain. He hadn't been expecting it. The black canine had simply been trying to explore the territory, attempting to get a proper grip on the place he was now calling his home. He had definitely not expected to be fucking kidnapped.


    He had slipped in and out of conscious as the unseen figure dragged him away, bleary-eyed and emitting small, confused whines as he did so. Eventually, however, the Alsatian had just passed out completely for the remainder of the journey, feeling as though his head was going to fucking explode. At least there hadn't been any nightmares, since he was fairly certain he couldn't really handle those right now.


    Through the fog of his unconsciousness, he heard voices - were they his imagination? - distorted by his bewildered state. Percocet felt his brow furrow, trying to work out exactly what was happening to him, before he felt a savage blow to his chest. Immediately the ShadowClanner was ripped from his blissful oblivion, the shockwaves vibrating through the rest of his body. Percocet let out an involuntary noise - pitiful, surprised - at the attack, immediately flooding back into consciousness. It didn't help when he couldn't even try to recognise the place he was now finding himself in.


    "What the fuck..." he managed to choke out, coughing and gasping for air. The Alsatian tried to look around, immediately feeling nauseated, until he managed to see his captor. He had absolutely no idea who the intimidating individual was, but from the snarl and the kick he finally managed to put the pieces together. "Who the hell are you?" Percocet tried to get up, but crying out when he put too much pressure on his already-injured hindleg. It didn't help that his ribcage now fucking throbbed.
    [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;][color=#ffbe4e] ✧ —"YEAH IT'S COOL, I'LL BE OKAY" /[color=#ffbe4e] [b][abbr=percocet // black german shepherd // shadowclan // no powers // three years old // limp on back leg // your friendly neighbourhood punk rocker]HOVER FOR TAGS







    Oh no, that guy was dead meat! Too bad, so sad. Ed could ease him away from the pain if she thought up a way to do so. Aha! After a long, unrelenting stare at them, Ed turned and scampered off only to come back carrying a box of Pocky triumphantly between her teeth. Where she got it was up debate. "Yummers." Plopping her skinny butt down, she gently swiped the open container to the soon-to-be tortured and gave a friendly grin to let him know that it wasn't toxic.



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