OUR LOVE IS GOD [♧] 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%]victoria fucking chase. even under a new alias and form, father would have recognized the co-head of the trepidatio family anywhere. he hates them to bits, the lousy whore. she's like mothernature, but a million times worse because atleast hylophobia is pure. victoria is anything but, nothing more than a disgusting halfbreed who hasnt tried hard enough to reach perfection. so to say that their sudden run-in with the other hadnt upset them was an understatement. he pulls the lion into the plaza of the city now via telekinesis, not holding her high up above the ground as he has done eith emberpool, but instead trying to make sure that she literally has been dragged along by keeping her close to the ground as they walked. silent anger pours from the phobia, a frown marring their features even as they draw to a halt, using their telekinesis to TRY AND FLING VICTORIA OR "SANTA", AS THEY NOW WERE GOING BY HARSHLY AGAINST THE PAVEMENT, GRIMLY EAGER TO HEAR THE SATISFYING SNAP OF BONES BREAKING AGAINST ASPHALT. his lip curls uoward into a soft frown, blatant disgust etched into his face, "look at you, miss chase, battered and beaten and weak. you're supposed to be head of the trepidatio family? bullshit. "look at you, miss chase, battered and beaten and weak. you're supposed to be head of the trepidatio family? bullshit."
    / slightly rushed @santa.

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    MAKE A WISH — santa — windclan — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Honestly he didn't know how he got in this situation, considering he was trying to visit his father's grave. The flowers that had been in his maw. have long since been ripped to shreds. Seeing no point in tarnished flowers, the lion had dropped them long ago. They didn't even know who the person was that had been angry at them. Loathed them perhaps, seeing as the other's face distorted at the mere sight of them. Although, Santa had no idea who this person was at all. Did this person mistake them for someone? That has to be it, I've never met this person in my life. Mom and Dad raised me in Windclan, yet this guy... He was never there. Unless he just bullies people on sight, that would make sense. Before they could even open their mouth to respond, their body was pummeled harshly to the ground. It was much more worse than being dragged around, getting suck on the occasional branch or two, or their body sliding uncomfortably against numerous objects. The lion could not scream, but the crack of a bone could be heard. How could they? Their face was pummeled first. Trepidatio? Chase? Who is that, and they are the head of a family? That's pretty awesome, but I'm not them. Who is this guy, anyways. Maybe the two had issues with each other, or even worse chase broke up with them. Crud, do I look like whoever this Chase person is? The lion merely turned it's head, so they were able to breath and talk. Ragged breaths could be heard, considering their body was thrown like a rag doll. "Who are you? My name's Santa Xerses, not this Chase person you're talking about. You have me mistaken, for I have never met you in my life. Can I go home now, you've had your fun with me, even though I'm the wrong person."


    // I'm laughing so much, gdi

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    "What kind of name is Santa?" queried the young male as he approached, a slight frown distorting his features. Midas had no quarrel with WindClan--he'd much rather go after a RiverClanner--but his Clanmate seemed to be having quite a bit of fun with this... Santa. Perhaps Fathertime had known them before this capture? A personal dispute was always the most entertaining to observe, and he hoped this scene escalated.

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