Anything I learn, I push it down. (Open, semi-possession.)

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]She made a promise, and she was going to keep it.


    They fucked with her smokes. They ruined one of the few things that kept her chained down to reality, and away from her arsonistic tendencies (among other things). Her claws clicked across the stones of the castle grounds as she looked for any sign of the shadowy, wispy devils that made their home here. "Come out!" Plastic roared out, spitting embers to blacken the floor beneath her. "Come out you cowardly assholes! I have eight claws and a fire storm with ALL YOUR NAMES ON IT!"


    A mad cackle met her in response, and she charged forth into the shadows. "FOUND YOU!" Her claws dragged across shadow until they could feel pinpricks of flesh. She felt the bites across her entire body as the sadistic creatures started to pile onto her, tiny claws ripping through her flesh before being cut down by her larger paws. "Ha, you think that can stop me?" The snarl forced itself out of her throat while the flames sparked from her paws, lighting up the previous gloomy hallway. "You miserable slimes are going to-"


    Darkness. It was all she could see in front of her when the massive, slithery serpent of a demon came forth. It felt like ice cold water being poured onto her back when it slithered it's long body over her frozen form. "Why can't I move..? What twisted magic is...this?" Even though she could see nothing, the world around her began to spin. "Thoughts...everything feels so...faint..so..."


    Her body collapsed into the hallway, and the torches around the gloomy corridor sprung to life, leaving little of the shadowy whispers that were there before.


    All that was there now was the trickling blue blood of the tigress, and the marking of the serpentine on her shoulder, glowing an ominous white.[center]


    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Bastilleprisoner could hear her damned shouting from several halls away. Which, he supposed, was probably a good thing in this case. Not very sneaky in the slightest, but it made it a hellovalot easier for him to recognize that she was in trouble and locate her.


    The bengal arrived quickly, the ground shuddering ominously under his paws as the threat of an earthquake thundered through Eden. He wasn't about to lose anyone to Dahlia's damned beasts, and he could feel something fierce enflaming his chest, anger boiling up viciously as he slid into the room. His gaze locked on Pink, and there was a brief flash across his vision -- he felt lightheaded, a little out of touch, and then suddenly he was grounded again. His fur was glowing with a dark black as he stalked closer, and faintly, Bastille realized that he could feel his souls much more clearly than usual. It was like as he walked, they walked with him, Echo's voice murmuring in his thoughts as he growled, Clear the room, they're still around.


    Bastille wasn't exactly sure how to do that, but suddenly there were flames burning in a circle around he and Pink, a temporary barrier. "Pink," he said urgently, shoving her shoulder. "Pink, fuck, get up!"

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]"A voice..?" A soft groan escaped her maw, and she opened her eyes to a blurry world. "It looks like a painting that got rained on.." She couldn't help but think, giving a small grin in response until the pain on her flank pushed her thoughts into a blank, red haze. "Who..Bas? What.." What had happened? One minute there were...there were DEMONS! Her eyes snapped back open, seeing the fire and the wispy shadows that lurked just beyond it's reach. "Bas! Demons! There were demons here and this HUGE one..where...where is he? I'm gonna fuckin' snap it's neck open if-" she stopped, another low groan of pain stopped any intelligent words from coming right out. "Blood. Bleeding. I'm bleeding."[center]


    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    "Jesus, fucking chill," he huffed, pushing her back as she lurched into awareness. He needed to get a look at those damned injuries, and he scowled slightly as he muttered, "Yes, I know, demons. They're out there for now, but we have to get you fuckin' fixed before they get through. Why the fuck is this blue?"

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]"Sure, I'll fucking chill when these demons are out of our lives." Pinkplastic snorted, looking back at her flank to see the blood dripping like rivers along her flank. "I don't know. Why is your coloured whatever yours is?" She snapped, shaking her head. "Can we skip the part of the fixing with stupid questions?"
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    Pinkplastic's Tags (Updated 4/30)


    VALOR PRAELIUM


    When I'm alone I stare at stars and hope dreams come true



    fortunately valor could sleep peacefully in the castle. demons liked to keep away from him, considering the fact they couldn't do anything to him. you can't just possess another hellish creature; the only thing that really disturbed valor were the poltergeist's that liked to move his stuff around just for the attention. stupid, but they managed to get on his nerves anyways.


    it had been one of those nights where he was walking the corridors back to his room when he heard pinkplastic and bast yelling at one another. confused and curious, valor rerouted his direction to follow their voices until he saw the situation; and he was still confused. "you guys do not know how to use your inside voices." he remarked, not really fully understanding the intensity of the situation.


    [spoiler]GENERAL ;;
    - valor praelium | adopted by finn praelium | biromantic heterosexual
    - 1 1/2 years old | ages real time | 7'4
    - npc x npc
    - formerly of the elite & rogue
    - member of the rift
    - aggressive when threatened/pack is threatened
    - listens only to his packs superiors
    - terrible at following directions
    - unpredictably goes feral
    APPEARANCE ;;
    - 7'4 foot hellhound
    - snake/wolf hellhound hybrid ref
    - fire elemental pelt (dangerously spreads when feral/attacking)
    INTERACTION ;;
    - can NOT powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions (unless looking to get burned)
    PLAYLIST ;;
    - uncontainable > set it off
    - dont threaten me with a good time > panic! at the disco
    - seven nation army > the white stripes (glitch mob remix
    - my type > saint motel

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS ✧ koe — sovereign — tags


    Bastille gave her a petulant look, and then huffed, "Jesus, shut up, let me look at this shit." He doubted she'd care if he told her to shut it; she was a little firecracker herself, and had a shitty mouth, so it was fair game. Bastille batted her paws out of the way and tried to press his own to the wound, attempting to stop the blood flow for now. They'd need to clean this shit out, but with the blue blood, he wasn't exactly sure what to do.


    "Yo, hellboy, can you walk through those flames?" he questioned towards Valor, because, well. It seemed likely. He payed no mind to the hound's complaints.


    VALOR PRAELIUM


    When I'm alone I stare at stars and hope dreams come true



    'hellboy'. that one was new. seeing as his earlier statement was going to be dismissed he was about to turn away and let whatever they were gonna do go on, but now he was needed. his gaze drifted from bast to the circle of fire surrounding the pair and for a moment he didntknow if the leader was actually serious.


    "i'm made of them." was his blank remark, but he decided to demonstrate anyhow. without issue he stepped passed them and tilted his head. "am i gonna act as some body guard or...?" he could feel one near already, but it was clouded. something keeping it hidden that he couldn't quite pin-point exactly where it was. probably hiding somewhere though, perhaps waiting for the right moment.


    [spoiler]GENERAL ;;
    - valor praelium | adopted by finn praelium | biromantic heterosexual
    - 1 1/2 years old | ages real time | 7'4
    - npc x npc
    - formerly of the elite & rogue
    - member of the rift
    - aggressive when threatened/pack is threatened
    - listens only to his packs superiors
    - terrible at following directions
    - unpredictably goes feral
    APPEARANCE ;;
    - 7'4 foot hellhound
    - snake/wolf hellhound hybrid ref
    - fire elemental pelt (dangerously spreads when feral/attacking)
    INTERACTION ;;
    - can NOT powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions (unless looking to get burned)
    PLAYLIST ;;
    - uncontainable > set it off
    - dont threaten me with a good time > panic! at the disco
    - seven nation army > the white stripes (glitch mob remix
    - my type > saint motel