desire is always cruel // open

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='timesnewroman'][size=12]Life was supposed to be good, with both of his parents alive and at home, but Percival Ariel Hacksaw didn't feel that way. Life wasn't good: it was the same slow, monotonous crawl that it had been since the day he was born, with a few brief showers of excitement sprinkled here or there. He was sick of it. Sick of the dull days. Sick of watching his clanmates go through the same rituals, day after day. Sick of having his heart constantly clenching over the fate of his family. He was sick of it all, and ready for some adventure.


    The young dalmador pup had climbed to the top of one of the statues by the old Buddhist shrine. It was a tall one, slick and shiny, and he knew instinctively that if he slipped, he'd be breaking a few bones. That was fine. Hacksaw didn't intend to slip: he intended to jump. Jumping was the first step to falling, and if he fell, perhaps he could spread his metaphorical wings and fly. He'd been told that only creatures with wings could fly, but how would he ever know that if he didn't try? If he didn't take the chance and jump?

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    GENERAL
    ◘     percival ariel hacksaw | does not like nicknames
    ◘ male | unknown sexuality
    ◘ born april 2017 | aged real timed
    ◘ pup of windclan

    PHYSICAL
    ◘     dalmador [birth/main]
    — black and white dalmador with dark brown eyes
    — ref

    RELATIONSHIPS
    ◘     single | not looking
    ◘ henry x atticus
    ◘ brother of jules, melchoir, alter, & clara

    OTHER INFO
    ◘     telekinesis - undiscovered
    ◘ tag if attacking

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#000000;][font=georgia]★ MELCHOIR HACKSAW - i can fly as long as i’m with you
    //percival my child no


    Melchoir could not deny the fact that he knew just how his brother felt. Although he was well aware of the fact that he was supposed to be happy and content with the fact that his parents were both now back in their rightful places, he still felt an emptiness within him. However, the sensation that he felt burning in his chest day by day was much different to his siblings. Where they felt sick of the constant daily rituals, he was more anxious and constantly paranoid that he was going to lose everything again. He only really had Percival now seeing that the rest of the litter were not really about all that much and like how he had, in a way, lost them, he did not want to lose this brother. It was the same feeling that he could relate to the thoughts about his parents. He had already lost Attie once and Henry had been hurt far too many times. The last thing that he needed was to loose his brother too.


    "Percival? What are you doing?" the young dalmador inquired in a low, curious tone. However, he was not entirely sure whether he wished to know what thoughts were plaguing the mind of his sibling in fear that he was to hear something in response that he did not like. He had not expected to run into anyone at the the point that he had climbed to and had even less thought that he would stumble upon his brother, stood up on the top of one of the large shrines. A churning sensation of anxiety caused his stomach to lurch as he took a tentative step forwards, narrowed emerald gaze not shifting from his sibling as he craned his neck back in order to peer upwards at the other canine. This could only end badly, the child was almost certain of that.

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate could relate to Percival in a way. Things where not looking so good for her either. Things should be alright, but they weren't and they did not feel like they ever would be. But perhaps a part of moving on was learning that both bad and good things happened and it was out of their control. It was a struggle, a long upward hill that felt never ending-- but she'd try to fight her pain and demons to get back to her normal self. That's all she wanted. She wasn't entirely familiar with Atticus and Henry's children, but she knew them well enough to recognize them. So she'd come over to see what was going on. Mostly because she was puzzled as to why the kid was on top of a statue. It certainly did not look safe.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke frowned as he saw the child on the statue, knowing how unsafe it could be. "I don't believe you should up there. You could hurt yourself," he said, coming closer to the statue as he looked up at Percival. At the very least, he could try catching the child if he did slip or jump.

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    [color=pink]YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — plot with kate — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Kate shook her head. He was a kid, but he wasn't dumb. "I'm fairly certainly he got up there fully aware of how dangerous it is...." the serval would murmur. It was bleak sounding, but it was the truth.



    text. thought. "speech"



    "Well that's just silly, why would anyone want to do something dangerous like that? He could get hurt!" Weed would exclaim, trotting over to stand beside Kate. It was nice to see the other was doing better, however his attention was more on Percival now than anyone else. "Don't do it! Don't jump! You'll hurt yourself!" the male would shout up at the dalmador perched upon the rock. He certainly didn't want his clanmate to get hurt, that would be just horrible.



    ♚ makaio

    "Well that sounds rather foolish." The serval said as he padded over to check out what all of the commotion was all about. The knight felt a twinge of panic when he first saw the pup up on the statue. He didn't know what would push the pup to want to do such a dangerous thing. One misstep could cause some major injuries at best. Although he calmed himself seeing as there wasn't much he could do to get the pup down. They simply had to wait and hope that the pup didn't do anything more foolish than this.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; font=; text-align: justify;][font='timesnewroman'][size=12]Hacksaw was contemplating the ground, the jump, the flight or fall, when Melchior interrupted him. His dark gaze traveled toward his brother, and a thrill went through him at the sight of his sibling's nerves. Yes. He hadn't done a thing, and already this was different, a break from routine. "Hello, brother," he called gaily, scooting closer to the edge of the statue. "I'm going to fly."


    His excitement grew as his audience did, bright spots glinting in his dark eyes. He didn't care for Luke's comment, and turned an icy gaze toward the male, small ears flopping to catch Kate's whisper. Luke was stuck in a rut, following the laws of the universe without questioning them, without daring to dream that maybe, just maybe, he could fly, if only he tried hard enough. Oh, Hacksaw was well aware of how unlikely that was, but until he proved it for himself, how would he be sure? "Thank you," he replied bitingly, but when the sentiment was repeated by Weed and Amatus, he didn't deign to reply, and instead shot them a withering look.


    "You all sit there, afraid to dream, afraid to fly. What's a fall? Temporary pain? A minor setback? Perhaps you'll succeed, perhaps you'll fly, if only you try." He blinked tightly, taking a good luck at the ground, and stepped from the top of the statue.

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    GENERAL
    ◘     percival ariel hacksaw | does not like nicknames
    ◘ male | unknown sexuality
    ◘ born april 2017 | ages real timed
    ◘ pup of windclan

    PHYSICAL
    ◘     dalmador [birth/main]
    — black and white dalmador with dark brown eyes
    — ref

    RELATIONSHIPS
    ◘     single | not looking
    ◘ henry x atticus
    ◘ brother of jules, melchoir, alter, & clara

    OTHER INFO
    ◘     telekinesis - undiscovered
    ◘ tag if attacking

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    DARTH VADER

    Darth Vader is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A Dark Lord of the Sith, and former Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt, along with his lightsaber. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
    ⚠ FULL BIO & TAGS ⚠




    Anakin had arrived in the moments, picking up the end of the conversation, and looking up. The lion heaved, moving to stand on his hind legs, high above the others. He listens to the ending phrases of the Hacksaw's speech, and looks at him, tilting his head. Don't do it, boy. He said- a dark part of him wanting to watch a Hacksaw die, but Anakin pushed that away.


    He watches the pup step off, and for a moment, in his mind's eye, he sees Luke. He sees Luke taking his only other option- to fall. Vader had let Luke fall... so maybe Anakin could be different.


    The cyborg stuck out his arm, aiming to catch and pull the young pup back up with the force, and hold him midair.