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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%] He didn’t know what to think. He couldn’t think. “God!” He exclaimed aloud, stumbling back from the corpse. “God! Can it be possible?”


    He has to crouch down to regain his control, his mind dizzy with nausea and fatigue. As he lowered himself, he saw the soulless eyes of the deceased animal – not a young one. She was an old wolfdog, her muzzle faded with age. Germanicus cringed all over as he saw her limbs twitch, panic flashing through him as he fancied that she might still be alive. He touched her, his paw dancing along the edge of her torn neck. She didn’t move, and he promptly concluded that her body was experiencing post-death muscle spasms.


    With a shaky breath, he pulled at the chain necklace that was around her neck and carefully removed the little satchel she wore on her flank as a harness. He took both items and buried them under some tree roots not too far away.


    After he returned, he paced around the body; too careless and shaken to notice he was stepping in her blood.


    He had his eye on her for a while. The old wolfdog hoarded many things in her hut but ever rarely went out. He himself was bounded by laws, but he had begun to almost loathe his adopted Clan. He wasn’t sure when it began but he found himself not caring at all. He wanted to be extraordinary and step out of his primitive, unoriginal ways, but he was still not sure why he wanted to kill her.


    What he did know was that, although he was shaky and traumatized, he couldn’t find himself to regret this choice.


    It happened in the heat of the moment. He was able to get her alone but he stumbled over his words and hesitated, shuddering with nervousness. Her dark beady eyes narrowed with suspicion and she started to walk away. “Well, if you do not need anything, I will be on my way.”


    And as soon as she turned her back, he jumped and landed on her bony spine, his jaws ripping into her throat. She cried out faintly and struggled to regain her balance. He was younger and stronger, in the form of a golden sable German shepherd. He sunk his teeth in deeper and deeper until she slumped under his hold and he stepped off her quickly, stumbling backwards and muttering to himself, crouching down to stare into her dead eyes.


    What have you done! The voice was not his, and was full of anguish. He shuddered and gripped at the bloody grass, finally getting used to the scent of blood drawn by him. What have you done! The voice rang in his head again. He did not know it was the voice of another dog, one who was living in his very own body, horrified that his reincarnation was not the perfect angel he had wanted it to be.


    After he had buried the items, he became hyperaware, jumping and bristling at every sound, every rustle of a leaf. The murderer’s ears were pricked up and swiveling around constantly. He regained control of his reason, but his heart was thumping wildly in fear of the punishment for his crime.


    @ALEKSEI.


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    [align=justify][size=8]germanicus | “german” | gehr - mAHn - nee - coos
    paladin commander (HP) of blizzardclan | riverclan ambassador | titles: adventurer, emissary, ranger
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | mentored by sweetophelia
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous | single, crushing
    nine months old (spiritually 5 years) | double-aged | mortal

    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    confident | strong-willed/stubborn | critical | combative | politically conservative

    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck
    - speaks with a light german accent; occasionally sounds like he has an italian accent
    - his tamed greenfinch named albert is occasionally seen sitting on his head or shoulder
    - character inspirations: aph germany, aph holy roman empire, rudy steiner, indiana jones, germanicus julius caesar
    - played by felibright

    CURRENT FORM: BIRTH DOMESTIC FELINE | turkish angora | injuries: n/a
    a black smoke with a visible mackerel tabby pattern, semi-long fur, and pale blue eyes. front paws are white up to the end of toes, hind paws are white all the way up to ankles, and has a large white marking on chest and throat area. masculine and sturdy build. thick fur gives him a sort of scruffy appearance.

    ALTERNATE DOMESTIC CANINE | german shepherd | injuries: n/a
    a black and tan/red rich bicolor with sleek fur and pale blue eyes. masculine and sturdy build. this form can only be shifted into when wearing his iron cross. he typically has no control over when he shifts in and out of this form, though he is much more susceptible to have visions of his past life when triggered in this form.

    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack by tagging (@) his account
    aggressive | prefers defensive | will retaliate against any attack when provoked
    physically moderate | mentally moderate
    shapeshifting ability: discovered, not mastered
    known weapons: iron european longsword, dragon tooth dagger
    always open for most plots

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    [font=georgia]He knew the smell of blood all too well for someone so young. Everyone said that kids grew up too fast here. He was little more than three months old when he saw his first death. Four or five moons when he got curious and exhumed the corpse of another BlizzardClanner just to see if anything changed between living and the dead. They were just the same, he found, disappointed, though the dead just didn't move at all.


    Oh, and who could forget the tortures and murders and sexual assaults that were rife in this world? Kids definitely grew up too fast here, if their scale of judgment was how much of the cruel, terrible world they were exposed to. Aleksei preferred that type of youth to anything else. The thing that he hated the most was lying, tossing up a facade in front of what was real. Trying to preserve innocence in a not very innocent world sickened him. As he said himself so many times, he would rather have the bitter truth rammed into his throat than be fed sugary, sweet lies.


    He'd been wandering around BlizzardClan territory, never into the camp, no, not yet when he heard the sounds of struggle. A short walk later, he was surprised to see Germanicus over the dead body of some other BlizzardClanner. Aleksei generally had a neutral opinion of most BlizzardClanners but he had not gauged Germanicus for a murderous killer. He was almost a golden boy of the Clan, a posterchild for what a paladin should be, just like his fucking brother. The sight surprised him slightly and he let out an amused huff as he started burying the corpse's belongings. As if that would stop the identification of the murderer. The blood was all over his paws. His smell was all over the place.


    "Do you think you're going to get out of this?" Aleksei commented dryly, a cocky edge to his tone as he regarded Germanicus. He would be silly if he answered yes. Aleksei had no attachment to the dead--he was more in it to see the fall. To figure out what happened, what made Germanicus snap and tear someone's throat out.

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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]At first, his form shrunk into fearful aggression, ears flattening and lips curled back. As much as he began to loathe BlizzardClan, he couldn't find himself to hate Sweetophelia. This was her son, and however different Aleksei might be from his mother, he was still blood-related to the leader.


    He had no connections, no ties. There wasn't anything for him to lose. He only loved the political power of the Clan, not so much the members. They past by and didn't think of him. Perhaps now they'd learn. "Maybe I want to be caught." He challenged Aleksei once he found his voice. He willed himself not to tremble, but every breath he took made him remember the dead wolf dog behind him. The statement was not exactly true, he still feared the wrath of the law upon him, that was really the only thing he was completely sure of in this situation.


    He took a step forward, now falling into an aggressive posture, rambling now. "There is nothing left for me. Nobody will care. The only thing that defines me is my rank. I am just a statistic in this large Clan. And so are you, and everyone else." And the only way to become something more is to do something extraordinary. He winced. But must it be so wicked and vile as a murder?


    The golden sable shepherd leapt, misjudging his aim for Aleksei's throat and instead settled on attempting to claw out his left eye. He did not plan on killing Aleksei but the opportunity showed itself so he would take advantage of it, and the other male was the only witness so far. He didn't want to get caught, he didn't want to be humiliated, and he felt his mind loop around endlessly, trying to find the exact cause that made him so vehemently snap against his adopted Clan. He could come up with no satisfactory excuse.

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    [align=justify][size=8]germanicus | “german” | gehr - mAHn - nee - coos
    paladin commander (HP) of blizzardclan | riverclan ambassador | titles: adventurer, emissary, ranger
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | mentored by sweetophelia
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous | single, crushing
    nine months old (spiritually 5 years) | double-aged | mortal

    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    confident | strong-willed/stubborn | critical | combative | politically conservative

    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck
    - speaks with a light german accent; occasionally sounds like he has an italian accent
    - his tamed greenfinch named albert is occasionally seen sitting on his head or shoulder
    - character inspirations: aph germany, aph holy roman empire, rudy steiner, indiana jones, germanicus julius caesar
    - played by felibright

    CURRENT FORM: BIRTH DOMESTIC FELINE | turkish angora | injuries: n/a
    a black smoke with a visible mackerel tabby pattern, semi-long fur, and pale blue eyes. front paws are white up to the end of toes, hind paws are white all the way up to ankles, and has a large white marking on chest and throat area. masculine and sturdy build. thick fur gives him a sort of scruffy appearance.

    ALTERNATE DOMESTIC CANINE | german shepherd | injuries: n/a
    a black and tan/red rich bicolor with sleek fur and pale blue eyes. masculine and sturdy build. this form can only be shifted into when wearing his iron cross. he typically has no control over when he shifts in and out of this form, though he is much more susceptible to have visions of his past life when triggered in this form.

    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack by tagging (@) his account
    aggressive | prefers defensive | will retaliate against any attack when provoked
    physically moderate | mentally moderate
    shapeshifting ability: discovered, not mastered
    known weapons: iron european longsword, dragon tooth dagger
    always open for most plots

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    [font=georgia]Want to be caught? Oh, maybe Germanicus really had a change of heart. There was a tilt of his head as he regarded the German Shepherd in an almost amused fashion, a spark of morbid interest in his gaze. Had Germanicus cracked under the pressure of keeping up a facade? Was this who he had been all the time? Murderer, hiding underneath the genial mask of the friendly paladin in the Clan?


    At the canine's next remark, Aleksei let out a huff of amusement, though an edge of aggression crept into his voice, subtle rage that Germanicus would assume he was unawares, would assume that he could lecture him. "You think I don't know that?" he returned, a growl rumbling in his voice.


    Perhaps he should've put more of an effort in learning how to defend himself, as he was unawares that Germanicus was squaring up for a physical confrontation. Aleksei was taken by surprise by Germanicus' sudden attack and startled slightly, taking a few steps back. Fortunately (or still unfortunately), the movement must've staggered the canine's aim, for Germanicus' claws, instead of scoring across his throat, tore into his eye.


    There was a full-throated roar of pain and shock and surprise and--why did this happen?--and fury consumed him and with gold blood and vitreous matter running down his cheek. The anger bolstered his heart and instead of turning away to escape, he lunged forward, aiming to ram Germanicus in a hard tackle.

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    He had one shot and he blew it. He knew that, as soon as Aleksei's eye was crushed between his claws and his roar of fury ran in his ears. Now the Paladin was just angry and willing to put up a fight. Though they were about the same size, he didn't want to take any chances. He shuddered at the strange fluids dripping from his claws, too stunned to make much of a defense for himself as the other rammed into him, his spine crashing to the group. Fear gripped his heart tightly and he struggled and squirmed, lashing out his paws to ward away Aleksei's face if he got to close to Germanicus' throat or delicate organs — like his eyes and ears.


    His movements were jerky and uncoordinated now, still shaken up and trembling with fear from his mistake. He knew that if he couldn't end this soon, humiliation would be in store. Someone was bound to find them soon. He didn't want to think of what sort of punishment he might receive.


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    What in Kingdom Hearts?! The lioness heard many things in the span of a few seconds and she was there almost even quicker. She had been a bit further away, and had no clue what was going on. But she had some knowledge of what just happened. Her rival attacked someone. She didn't know what to do, and she opened her mouth to say something, only to have the blade be conjured. Okay, fine. She'd have a blade in her mouth and talk. "Dio mio! What the hell happened?!"


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    It was strange to be viewing the world just from one side, but all that mattered to him right now was that he had Germanicus in the sight of his remaining eye. There was a hiss from his jaws as he felt the satisfying impact. Despite the fact that Germanicus was still lashing out towards him, he still advanced, even when a stray claw scraped across the rawness of a mess that was now his left eye.


    It fucking hurt so bad. Tears? mixed with the gold blood that ran from the ruined eye. A step that dribbled the same substance onto the ground and the promise of fire burned blue between white jaws. "I'm going to fucking flay you." The words were half a roar with the steadiness of a promise. Repeated again, just to emphasize it--something worse. "I'm going to fucking eat you alive."


    Raising a foreleg up, he attempted to give Germanicus a hard punch to the face to stun him.

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    The stench of blood always meant something interesting had happened. It was one of the first things he learned. And as horrible as it sounded, he quite welcomed it while hoping for interclan drama. There wasn't much to do when they were on the top of the food chain, no one dared to mess with Blizzardclan aside from the rare individual. Hell, the kitsune had been hoping for a real war, he had seen too much weakness in their camp and for too long. Their fighting power seemed to be high because of their sheer numbers, only a select few actually had skill. If a said war did happen to come by, they'll be recycling the weak or possibly helping them grow.


    Unfortunately, the blood smeared scene that laid before him had nothing to do with any of that. It was internal conflict. A dead blizzardclanner, his brother, and Germanicus. He read it both ways, either his brother or Germanicus snapped and killed that poor creature. Both had the capacity to do so but both were too clever to attempt such a thing. But as the vulpes quickly made his way over, the signs would point to the paladin commander. That was quite a blow. He believed that the other male would achieve greater things but this? This was a dumbass way to ruin such a promising career. But it seemed like Germanicus didn't care for that.


    The damage had been done, one of Aleksei's eyes was missing. He didn't appreciate that, especially since his half-brother had been reported dead. No more Targaryen blood would be shed. With a snarl tearing through his throat, the dark furred lunged into the fray as well. This wouldn't be a problem at all, two against one even if they only had three eyes amongst the two of them. Upon reaching the two males, Mieczyslaw would aim to slam a bony shoulder into the side of the canine, attempting to throw all his weight in taking Germanicus to the ground.
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=Lucida Calligraphy][align=justify]The scent of blood and cry of pain what brought Yuki-Onna out from her usual walk to pelting over with such speed that she didn't know she had. She had a really bad feeling swell up inside her as the stench of the blood became so intense that she was able to stop abruptly, seeing a corpse half-buried into the ground. The upturned earth was clear to her eyes and seeing the blood nearly all over the ground made her stomach flip. But that wasn't what made her stomach churn in discomfort, it was the smell of Germanicus that was at it's strongest...an indicator that he was here and he had done this.


    Why? Why would he have done something so cruel... she was just getting to know him. Now this?


    The more she thought, the colder she became. Her blood would freeze within her in a matter a seconds and it wouldn't even bother her. Right now, she needed to go and stop whatever Germanicus was doing. She moved away from the burial site, hearing the sounds of fighting, forcing her to move quickly and appear out to see Aleksei and Germanicus fighting at each other. And witnessing Mieczyslaw attempting to knock over Germanicus down while seeing Venta holding a weapon ready to use it.


    "Cease this fighting, right now!" she hisses at them, not sure if she'll have to use mere force to separate them. Her eyes glared at them coldly, most of her attention focused on Germanicus. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, none of her clanmates that she was working hard on getting to know. In her mind she kept on thinking what she could have done to be there to support them in their time of need. But right now, all she knew was that the black smoky angora wasn't being himself. For some reason, he took upon himself to make a choice to murder someone. And for what cause? She may never know. "Please, stop fighting back Germanicus." she meowed, deep hints of sadness wavering through the light tone of her voice.


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    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; font-size: 10px; width: 500px; margin-top: -6px;][align=justify]Like Mieczyslaw, the strong scent of blood on the wind was what drew Hana over. It was nothing overly concerning, considering how often injured newcomers stumbled their way to the borders: the pungency as Hana grew closer was something to be concerned about, however. Ivory paws moved swiftly across the stirred soil, fauna already disturbed by others that had rushed to the scene. Growls, snarls, and rustling foliage intensified her curiosity, thoughts moving to an invader on the border. If that was the case, Hana was both excited and nervous- bloodshed was something she didn't exactly want, but it'd be a much welcomed change of pace to the faux raids they had rather often. The last thing Hana expected was the exchange of words between the unknown parties as Hana grew increasingly close, disc-like ears held forward to pick up on what she could. Slipping beneath a particularly low shrub to finally arrive on the scene, Hana's ears fell flat against her head. "I'm going to fucking flay you." That was Aleksei speaking. Terracotta eyes widened, movements stilling as the earth beneath her paws grew wet from the blood-soaked ground. The dead wolfdog immediately caught her attention- an older member of BlizzardClan (the only Clan scent present), throat mangled and eyes lifeless. Four were present, one as startled as she was- Mieczyslaw was moving rapidly toward Aleksei and Germanicus, the former having the upper hand on the latter. And- was he missing an eye? Hana's breath caught in her throat. No, "missing" was implying it was gone: it was there, what was left of it. Who had done this? The Oriental mixbreed took a hasty step forward toward the mangled body of the deceased canine, eyes locked on the fighting between Aleksei and Germanicus. One of them, surely.


    "I'm going to fucking eat you alive."


    Had Hana not instantly jumped to a conclusion, she would have came to the same conclusion Mieczyslaw did. But instead Aleksei's final words set her in motion, pupils dilating as the bicoloured feline set into a sprint to quickly close the distance between her and the brawling trio. Fear fueled her steps, the primitive desire to protect her own tearing a growl out of her throat. Hana did not know Germanicus, not well enough to make being his aid a personal action- no, what Hana did know was watching flesh stripped from the bones of those she lived with, those she was supposed to protect. Watching the life fade from the eyes of casualties that were never supposed to be involved. Hana knew fighting for her life in a war where "mercy" was only a string of five letters. As she neared Hana attempted to shift the earth beneath Aleksei to engulf his back paws, anchoring him to the spot if successful until he broke free from the hardened crust. The scent of blood pushed her to continue, the rumbling growl of nothing but a beast that threatened to eat those she cared about ringing in her ears. "내가 너를 죽였어." Hana's voice was breathless but rife with fury, reaching forward to sink the pristine claws of her forepaws into Aleksei's shoulder. "나는 너를 없애 버렸다!" Hana moved to forcefully tear her claws downward in his flesh, working with Aleksei's long fur particularly difficult when fueled by instinct. Another tense growl, quickly pulling away to avoid retaliation before diving forward in an attempt to wedge herself between Germanicus and Aleksei. "죽은 채로있다! Hana moved to grab Aleksei's throat between her teeth in hopes she would catch an artery, not nearly strong enough to do any real damage without devoting her entire manpower to it. Hana was small, much smaller than all the other three fighting, and even blinded by her hatred and fear she knew her attacks would do little.


    But there was a difference between looking at the bigger picture, and focusing intently on the horrific threat in front of her. Hana knew kill or be killed. Taste a mouthful of warm blood directly from their neck, or lose her breath as her lungs filled with blood and her windpipe was crushed. Eat or be eaten. If she valued her life she moved without hesitation. There was no room for survivors from the defeated.


    /내가 너를 죽였어, "i killed you"
    나는 너를 없애 버렸다, "i got rid of you"
    죽은 채로있다, "stay dead"


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    This was the first time he had ever seen a fight between two of his clan mates, not including his own small battle with Alastor back then. But that hadn't been a real fight, so... Anyway, that didn't matter right now. It seemed both Hana and Mie were trying to stop the fighting, or possibly make it worse. He wasn't sure, he didn't know the situation, but he knew that this had to stop. If only he knew how to stop this. "S-Someone get S-Sweetophelia. Q-Quickly!" She was probably the only one who could stop this.


    Germanicus seemed to be the one who had done something. That didn't matter, though. He wasn't one to judge. NOt yet, anyway. "J-Joining t-the fight w-won't h-help, i-if y-you join t-to hurt", the arctic wolf muttered, slowly quickening his pace as he came forward. Aleksei and Germanicus had to be restrained, not hurt even more. "K-Keep them a-away from e-each other", it would be his final words as he wouldn't have the time to speak anymore. Deeds spoke louder than words.


    And so, Storm came to stand between Aleksei and Germanicus, eyes narrowed. His muscles were tense, ready to absorb anything that would be thrown his way. Even though he wasn't that big, the male knew it would at least force them to overcome yet another obstacle.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Aleksei!" Sweetophelia was watching from a distance away, horrified as she witnessed the words between the two young males and then as Germanicus practically scooped out his son's eye. Her apprentice? Her son? It was an easy choice. Teleporting closer several times, her expression turned from horror to fury as Hana suddenly lunged forward at Aleksei. "Back off!" she snarled, catching the glint of extended claws as Hana aimed for her son's throat. Her eldest son had just been butchered. Did they want to take more of her sons from her? She wouldn't allow it.


    Propelling herself forward, her hind legs pushing off from the ground with the added boost of Super Strength, the BlizzardClan leader intended to shove Hana away from Aleksei. If she succeeded, she would turn her attention back onto the other feuding animals. "Germanicus," the BlizzardClan leader growled, her pale eyes turning onto her beloved and favourite student. "What have you done?" The disappointment and grief that she had been betrayed by her apprentice would come later, but for now Sweetophelia was filled with a dark rage. This was treason.
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    What a sight. Luna couldn't think of much else than that as she came across the scene, her golden eyes catching onto the oddly colored blood spattered alongside the burgundy of someone she didn't know— the sight would've been pretty and mistaken for paint if the metallic scent hadn't flooded her nose with the proximity of it. Unsurprisingly, Luna's face was still, gaze staring at the bloodshed flatly as she contemplated what happened. She'd always heard murmurs that BlizzardClan was one of the toughest to take on in war, whether it be sheer size or actual talent being up for debate, and she had to agree with the latter now for at least some of their members; Germanicus had been skilled enough to kill a creature and pull out and eye of one just after. That was what Paladins and the commanders were supposed to be like, weren't they? Fighting prowess? Prodigies in a field of mediocre, that Luna was not? However, they were also supposed to be loyal to clanmates, and that Germanicus and arguably Luna both were not. Luna just didn't find a reason to kill.


    She should've been shaking with the force of emotion in the area, but it'd reached a dizzying point of numbness that left Luna lost in her thoughts— Sweetophelia's rage was in her veins, Germanicus' fear in knotting her stomach, more and more adding to eachother until the Paladin was left merely a shell staring at the mess that had been created. She knew what would happen next— Germanicus would be punished, perhaps Aleksei and even Hana as well for getting involved, a burial for the one she didn't know, treatment for the injuries. There was a straight line to be followed now, clear as day to the psychic throughout the chaos laid out in front of her somehow, but it was simple deduction from what she already knew. Germanicus had chosen one branch, arguably the wrong one, even if fate didn't have a right or wrong. Now fate was deciding what was going to happen to him. It wasn't like Luna cared much about any of the individuals involved in the fight, but it was merely interesting how the nature and balance of things looked in action. The nature of things was violence, the nature of things was chaos.


    Unsurprisingly, nobody had thought to get any of the medics, but it was the first coherent thought that Luna had amidst all the red and gold— the blood probably being the reason that it was the first relevant thought she had. The Paladin glanced up at Sweetophelia, her eyes looking tired (she willed herself not to pass out, not now, not here, where she could get trampled in the senseless violence and cause more trouble) and she simply said, "I'm getting a medic. We're going to need one." And she breathed out slowly, walking away and trying to burn the lifeless eyes and all the red and gold out of her brain.


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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had no idea what was going on - all he knew was that he heard shouts and the scent of blood was strong. Brow furrowing in concern, the vice-leader hurried to the scene, pausing as his amber gaze scanned the bloody carnage. "German...?" he murmured, confused. When he first met Germanicus, he had been a lost kitten, stuck in a box with his Italian friend Veneziano. He had been sweet - showing Pierce his writing and talking to him. Pierce had cared about him. And he was a murderer? Why were all of his friends killers? Did they just gravitate toward him, or something? He didn't think he liked that. "I'm going to fucking eat you alive." Under normal circumstances, Pierce find it unexcuseable that someone was threatening another in such a manner, but it was excusable today - German had killed someone - a clanmate -, and he had taken one of Aleksei's eyes. He had to pay.


    The serval growled as he crept toward the scene, lip curling angrily. His clanmate had betrayed them. His clanmate who seemed to be a kindhearted soul, had turned out to be a murderer. Had he been playing them this whole time? The thought made Pierce's blood boil. He moved to stand a few feet from Sweetophelia, his normally warm gaze hardened with fury. Even though he hadn't been particularly close to Germanicus, nor was he with Aleksei, he was enraged that this had happened. How dare he? How dare he act like he was a person? He was an animal - he didn't deserve what he had received from Blizzardclan. They had treated him like one of them, and in returned he had killed one of them.


    Pierce's optics flickered over to Aleksei, grimacing as he watched the blood dripping from the younger male's eyes. Good thing Riddlersgame wasn't here - he would have probably tried killing German by now. Although the speckled tom wasn't sure how great of condition Germanicus would be when Sweet was done with him. She had been through a lot recently, after all. Pierce nodded at Luna's words. That was a good idea.



    tags :: updated 4/17

    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]It's all falling quickly and the emotions he feels don't seem as if they're his own. They're out of place and random. Fear, and anger seem to resurface the most. He yelped as Aleksei's paw met his face, successfully stunning him. He was dizzyingly aware of other BlizzardClanners around, and when he started to come to his senses again, he realized that there were far too many for him to fight successfully. His heart sunk and he felt the first inklings of real guilt set in when he heard Yuki-Onna's voice - someone he had been rather fond of. He could only feel shame when he recognized Venta's and Pierce's scents -- the others just frustrated him more. He was aware of Mieczyslaw and it was easy for the deputy to shove Germanicus around, for he already had been tackled by Aleksei. He squirmed free, taking advantage of the confusing moment of Hana lunging for Aleksei and he tried to run but came face to face with Sweetophelia, who was repeating the words his mind echoed.


    He tried to look around, but he was shaken, and he knew there was no hope for him. Was this the right decision? Had he finally made them notice his power? But it came with such a cost. They didn't seem him as a great BlizzardClanner, but a murderer. So this is who I am now? He dared the voice to speak up again, but it was silent and sullen. He fancied that perhaps there was some spirit taking refuge in his body and had only now decided to speak up when the situation was dark and life-changing.


    "I ... I killed her ..." He stammered, lowering his head to Sweetophelia. I cannot do this, I cannot get over it. He shut his eye, trying not to remember the way the wolfdog cried out as he ripped out her throat, or the feeling of Aleksei's eye clawed out. "... And I attacked ... your son ..." She had asked him what he had done and he'd tell her. There was no use hiding it now and he knew he had ruined his BlizzardClan career, but he couldn't find himself to care despite being so scared of punishment.

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    [spoiler=tags — updated 07 april]
    [align=justify][size=8]germanicus | “german” | gehr - mAHn - nee - coos
    paladin commander (HP) of blizzardclan | riverclan ambassador | titles: adventurer, emissary, ranger
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | mentored by sweetophelia
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous | single, crushing
    nine months old (spiritually 5 years) | double-aged | mortal

    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    confident | strong-willed/stubborn | critical | combative | politically conservative

    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck
    - speaks with a light german accent; occasionally sounds like he has an italian accent
    - his tamed greenfinch named albert is occasionally seen sitting on his head or shoulder
    - character inspirations: aph germany, aph holy roman empire, rudy steiner, indiana jones, germanicus julius caesar
    - played by felibright

    CURRENT FORM: BIRTH DOMESTIC FELINE | turkish angora | injuries: n/a
    a black smoke with a visible mackerel tabby pattern, semi-long fur, and pale blue eyes. front paws are white up to the end of toes, hind paws are white all the way up to ankles, and has a large white marking on chest and throat area. masculine and sturdy build. thick fur gives him a sort of scruffy appearance.

    ALTERNATE DOMESTIC CANINE | german shepherd | injuries: n/a
    a black and tan/red rich bicolor with sleek fur and pale blue eyes. masculine and sturdy build. this form can only be shifted into when wearing his iron cross. he typically has no control over when he shifts in and out of this form, though he is much more susceptible to have visions of his past life when triggered in this form.

    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack by tagging (@) his account
    aggressive | prefers defensive | will retaliate against any attack when provoked
    physically moderate | mentally moderate
    shapeshifting ability: discovered, not mastered
    known weapons: iron european longsword, dragon tooth dagger
    always open for most plots

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 375px;][font=andale mono][align=justify]Riddlersgame was, perhaps, not so different from Germanicus. He felt out of place now in Blizzardclan, as though he was different from the others. He had always known that he was, but lately he had felt too different. As though he truly didn't belong, and his split from Sweetophelia and distance from his friends and family had just confirmed it. And, like German, he had acted out as a result, getting drunk off his ass and starting a fight with Jerseyboy, who probably hadn't deserved it. Though drunk Riddler hadn't thought so, and as a result, sober Riddler was, to put it lightly, still not fond of him. And he, too, had killed people, Clanmates who hadn't really done anything wrong - but the difference here was that Riddlersgame had never gotten caught. German, however, had. And on top of that, he had then proceeded to maul Riddler's son.


    While he had been being somewhat careful with his public appearances after Prom, but the sounds of fighting, the voices of his Clanmate, and a strong smell of blood wasn't something he intended to miss. He had been hoping for something that would be between two strangers that he could just observe, but he felt his stomach drop as he realized it was none other than Aleksei and German. Whatever may have been changing about Riddler, he would always feel the need to protect his kids. His green gaze, sharp and calculating, fell upon the body of the wolf, then to German, and then to Aleksei, resting on the bloody mess that had once been his eye. He was getting used to feeling angry now, the hot rush in his chest and the itch in his paws for action. "How dare you," Riddler growled, lip curling menacingly as he approached, finding himself near Sweet. Whatever had happened between them, this was still their Clan, and Aleksei was still their son. Riddler had half a mind to jump the Paladin Commander now, and give him what he so badly deserved, but he restrained himself - there were too many people here for that.


    [spoiler=tags // updated 4/27]GENERAL
    -Riddlersgame Nygma
    -Male
    -Domestic tabby
    -Bisexual
    -Blizzardclan Member
    PHYSICAL
    -Tall, skinny brown tabby with white paws and a small smudge of white on his chest. His eyes are green/brown and he wears rectangular black glasses.
    PERSONALITY
    -Intelligent
    -Odd
    -Awkward
    -Loyal
    -Friendly
    -Polite
    -Obsessive
    -Compulsive
    -Unpredictable
    -Unstable
    INTERACTION
    -Hard physically
    -Hard mentally
    -Attack in #00FF00
    -No maim or kill
    -Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
    RELATIONSHIPS
    -½ of Swiddler (in our hearts lol)
    -Mentoring Pierce
    -Best friends with Pierce
    -Father of Mieczyslaw & Aleksei
    OTHER
    -Mentally unstable
    -Split personality disorder/Schizophrenia results in Ed, a 'darker' version of Riddler - Ed gives him bad ideas, speaks in his head, and occasionally manifests as a hallucination.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Why?" Was there any forgiveness for Germanicus? In the moment, the BlizzardClan leader was hardly even thinking about the future - only of the present, that Germanicus had clearly gone mad and that the young canine was going to continue to pose as a serious threat to the rest of the clan if he couldn't control himself. "Are you sorry? Why would you do this?" He seemed sorry in the moment, but Sweetophelia didn't believe him, not at all, not even as her fury cooled in the slightest degree. "What did anyone do to you? Was there any cause for you to murder a clanmate? To take Aleksei's eye?" If Germanicus admitted that he did not feel sorry, nor any regret for his crimes, that he had killed without reason, then there would only be one course of action left available.
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    info — updated 4/23

    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:550px]It'd been Luna who's gotten him, who'd alerted him — to the conflict. He'd seen plenty of fights. He'd seen plenty of brawls, betrayals, and traitors in DarkClan. It'd been an AntiClan, what more had they expected? Their leader had to step in a few times, but asides from that Benjamin had only sat near the back of chanting clanmates, waiting and watching. Occasionally he'd shake his head, but the medic had learned that there'd been no use in stopping these fights. He'd say a word or two, but the brawl would continue until one ended up with a torn ear, a gash, or something along those lines. The skinny wolf didn't see much of a difference yet as he pulled up to the scene where dirt had been thrown asides, and both the ugly color of blood and a more glamorous gold splattered onto the soil. Treason, huh? There was a chewing on his lip though as his pale blue gaze abruptly drifted over the dead wolf, an older female — murdered. This changed things in that head of his. He hadn't expected someone to end up dead. Dead. A murder was much more different than just different than a fight. He was taking steps forwards as the tension built into the cooler air, his own throat felt hoarse at the sight. As if someone had poured sand down his throat.


    "Christ." The word fell from his parted jaws as he glanced over towards those at the scene, having had to pry his optics from the dead female. Germanicus. A murderer. He said it himself. There was a feeling of hate bubbling within his chest for a male he hardly knew, but his exterior appearance remained steady, as it normally did. He was avoiding confrontation with the others as the skinny medic moved to look over the body. His own paws were soon partially soaked and tinted a crimson color, but it didn't phase him as he moved to place a paw over the neck of the female in an attempt to search for a pulse. He knew she was fucking dead, but as a healer he was just — making sure. This was the first dead body he'd seen in weeks, but his facial expression remained indifferent for the most part. The way she'd bled out. Fucking hell. Ben was brushing his head against his shoulder as his eyes lifted upwards. Sweetophelia was questioning Germanicus, a male he'd never gotten close too. Why — a question he wanted to know too. Roe was then finding Aleksei, momentarily observing the both shocked and angry clanmates. Anger was a dangerous emotion, enough to drive someone out of their own mind. He kept himself solid upon the ground, ready to back off for defend himself if things erupted again. It was really Aleksei who gripped his attention again, and Hana besides him. His eye. Benjamin's own paws struggled to budge. To move. The golden blood captivated him, drawing his curiosity as a doctor but the worry for his eye still accompanied it. Blinded, without a doubt. He knew then that there'd be no repair of his one eye. Without permission from Sweetophelia, he was taking steps away from the fallen female — pushing open the medic equipment satchel at his side with stiff steps forwards. "Aleksei...?"


    to be consoled as to console — 04/19

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=Lucida Calligraphy][align=justify]Waiting for the long, but brief battle to settle down, she watched as Germanicus began to recongnize those that had appeared before him, to witness the cruel acts her had down upon his clanmates. And seeing him lower his head to Sweetophelia meant that he still held deep respect for him meant that he is still himself. And despite all of his actions that she has came to witness, she couldn't call him what everyone else was thinking. A murder. She couldn't bring herself to call him that, even when he admitted killing the wolfdog that he buried or hurting Sweet's son Aleksei.


    A deep thorn had pierced inside her and it went deep into her heart. She knew what Sweetophelia was already thinking after seeing this fight and the white angora felt chilled by this. Knowing the leader has every right to make the choice she needed in order to protect those around her, she would not back down.


    Moving over to stand before Germanicus, her deep blue eyes staring down at him, deep sadness in them but also patience and wanting to understand. She will not label him without knowing th reason for his actions. Yuki-Onna took a deep breath and askes slowly, "Germanicus...tell us...tell me why you acted the way you did. Why did you kill the wolfdog? And why did you harm Aleksei?" Her body grew so cold from asking the questions, not wanting her fears to be realized. She let her eyes soften and remain focused on him. "Please...tell me..."


    Yuki-Onna/BlizzardClan

    Storm remained silent as the conversations started, tilting his head slightly. He didn't like where this was going, and he wondered what would happen if the male wasn't sorry. He didn't know what to think either, because he knew possession and stuff like that was a thing, yet it didn't look like Germanicus had been possessed. But he wasn't an expert in the field either. So he just stood there, curious, and a hint of worry in his eyes.