I push, I strain |open, visitor| I wrestle with my brain

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    Atticus had left Windclan for around two weeks now, not because he wanted to but because he felt compelled to.
    He had suffered tremendous trauma to the mind in mental aspects, something happened to his brain, like a switch it triggered off a chemical reaction and his thought process was never the same. The man had always been haunted by hallucinations and mental torment, he was always one to experience nightmares and delusions but now they were aggravated, intensified.
    He could hardly tell if he was even in reality, his kneed shook and his body was scarred due to the pain he had inflicted upon himself. The bruising on his cranium and the damage received by his brain was all a result of his self-destructive behaviour.
    This was why he left Windclan.
    He was a threat upon himself, a threat upon others. He assaulted Vader, ruined himself, snapped at his lover and tore off his own flesh from his core. He couldn't let his clan deal with that and he certainly couldn't let his husband see him suffer in such a way. Henry couldn't cure this, this was a disease of the brain and it grew and grew, like a tumour.
    When he was in Windclan, Bloodclan was made a neutral and so when the moose stood at the border, he didn't know the danger to come.


    He had met with all of Windclan's allies - this was his only hope now. Standing along the edge, Windclan scent faded from his core due to days and days as a loner, the neurologically damaged man was shaking with a tremor as he stood, but even then he was intimidation in his posture. Eyes were narrowed, his body ginormous, he stared ahead silently waiting for a greeter.



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    I have my father's eyes | 4/21

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    louise w.k.p.h.p.g.n.m . shadowclan, bloodclan, and the rift . member [shc] member [bc] member [tr]
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    moose. they were fearsome creatures - and she had never met one until now.


    however, she didn't expect such a tall creature to be...trembling. he seemed to be disturbed, which almost made the demoness laugh, almost everyone here was deranged one way or another.


    the four moon old child quickly trotted up to the moose, frowning, sharp incisors poking out of her mouth. "woah, bud. you need to see ashbringer or something. whatcha name anyways?" she said, her tail swishing slowly. the hybrid would just wait, little did she know this was the ex-windclan deputy.[fancypost=background:#COLORHERE;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=georgia][align=justify]Moose - Breakdance saw them as food. And, in her own defence, they were. Protein-packed, walking bags of scrumptious meat that would be enough to keep her hunger tame for the next few days. The herculean elder could only recall purging them from ScarClan's territory when hunting season came around, recalling the joy her own clan had felt upon the increase in supplies. Moose fur to insulate the dens, moose fat to use for medicine, and her utmost favourite, moose meat for dinner. It was the scent of one that lured Breakdance over rather than the stale WindClan stench, a certain predatory look about her narrowed volcanic visionaries when the slits of fire fell upon Atticus, glistening intently.


    Ah, he was old. Old and lucky, for she had no appetite for retired moose. Just like herself, he seemed burdened with age, past his prime time. If anything, that made her feel a pinch of sympathy for the stranger. On thudding pawsteps battering the sand beneath her heavy frame, the worn and torn cougaress approached the duo though remained a few distances behind Louise, near enough to aid the youth if the old man moose attempted to launch an assault. Not that Breakdance thought he would, but there was a volatile look about him.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]This was interesting, the most interesting thing he had seen all day. The figure of the moose towered over the lanky legged maned wolf and he looked at the creature then. He had never really encountered a moose before and as such this one was intriguing to him. Slowly he sat down beside Breakdance and he lifted up a paw to press it against his muzzle. The stale smell of Windclan didn't bother him and he felt no need to mention it. Instead he wanted for the male to open his snout and talk to them, give them a reason as to why he was on the border at all. He lightly curled his tail around his flank as he sat down and gave a light nod of his head to the other.



    The moose eyed all those that approached him in a slightly suspicious manner. Paranoia had built a nest within his sickened mind and it was there to stay. He didn't know if these people were out to harm him, he didn't suspect anything however. His natural fear of others was now a part of him no matter how much he hated it. The moose took a few long steps away, minding him personal space as he heard Louise speak towards his way. Now, the former Windclan deputy knew Bloodclan as a neutral, but he didn't know the names of any of their members other than jackdaw - who was present.
    So, the title 'Ashbringer' flew over his head and he ignored the question to give him name towards the Bloodclanners.
    "Atticus. I-I'm here ta ask if you've got some... Lithium ore." And with that the giant cervid cocked his head over and flinched at the action, his concussed and braindamaged head not benefiting from the movement of his cranium.


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    I have my father's eyes | 4/21

    I have my father's eyes | 4/21


    "Why?" Horizon asked as he came over, eyeing Atticus with both suspicious and confusion (and slight worry, seeing his state). A moose in the territory of the Clans? That was asking for suicide. But then again, nobody was attacking him, so. Though Horizon was, admittedly, surprised that Breakdance wasn't. But hey, she was a helluva lot older than him, so maybe she knew this guy or something. He didn't know.
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    [spoiler=INFO & LINKS-UPDATED 4/26]
    GENERAL:
    horizon shifter-cipher | female to male transgender (he/him) | chief [leader] of the eclipse force, warlord [hp] of bloodclan| physically and mentally 3 years
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] tasmanian devil with fangs
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    none
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    none
    PERSONALITY:
    sassy, protective, smart, sarcastic, "drama king", dedicated, protective
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on no one; biromantic, bisexual
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically easy, mentally medium
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    played by maple
    tag: #horizonsc
    demonblood shifter xx bill cipher (gen 3)
    all powers, venomous fangs
    tv tropes/bio
    in-depth tags

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]That was the question wasn't it. Why would they give him anything? They didn't treat loners to things and there was no reason to do it unless they were going to give something in return. He snorted a bit before he looked away from the male and then he narrowed his eyes before looking back to the moose. Again, it was something that he had not seen anything like him before but still this was Bloodclan. "You have something to give back?"

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: WHITE]「 we're captivated by — beautiful broken things 」


    this was the way the cruel world worked was it not? for a person to give one thing they must have something in return for their kindness, something like equivalent exchange. hypokrisis was very young and very kind, but the little demon knew there was wisdom in his leader's inquiry. after all, jackdaw had to put the entire clan above his own thoughts and wishes. but more so than the metaphoric musings of the sitatution of those moral's on the earth, hypokrosis found himself instantly intrigued by the loner's wish. "Lithium ore?" the child repeated, the words sounding foreign on his tongue, "Why do you need lithum ore?" hypokrisis was familiar with the subject, but that familairy was very vague as it only came from a book he once read about minerals in the earth. to be completely honest, the boy had found the information rather boring and had only half-absorbed the text he'd been looking over.