run run lost boy — sanctuary raid

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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]this clan made the mistake of maintaining an alliance with stormclan, an enemy of the sanctuary, and as windclan will soon discover it was rather poor decision making on their part, seeing as they have just gained a new enemy. "sanctuary, attack." "sanctuary, attack." father's voice is quiet as he murmurs the order, letting his clanmates move ahead of him as he takes in the admittedly breathtaking scene that is windclans territory. hmm. they wonder if it'll still look this pretty when its a battlefield. probably not. blood isnt a very appealing sight, in his opinion.
    / @ when attacking please! c':
    [spoiler=MOTHER NATURE IS A SERIAL KILLER / MAY 7TH][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]BASICS
    —     fathertime trepidatio / "chronophobia"
    — masculine nonbinary, he/them
    — asexual aromantic / divorced mothernature
    — sanctuary throne of healing / doctor & vice-deputy, hp
    — mentally and physically ageless
    — lanky seal point birman w four dark blue eyes
    — voice is distorted and staticy, like an echo or feedback
    — no apprentice
    TRAITS
    —     ISFJ / SLYTHERIN / ERUDITE / CHOLERIC / LAWFUL EVIL
    — stoic and sarcastic, harsh when they wish to be
    — holds grudges, vengeful
    — paranoid and bitter old man
    INTERACTION
    —     attack in bold #232427
    — aims to kill / rarely shows mercy
    — physically medium / mentally extreme
    — time control, the sight, telekinesis, telepathy, molecule manip, shapeshifting
    OTHER
    —     representation of the fear of time
    — can peer into alternate dimensions and universes, sees own death often
    — reaps and eats souls to lengthen life
    — pm for plots / heartchart / biography



    text. thought. "speech"



    "Uh wait- before you attack- could you at least say why you're attacking? I don't recall Windclan doing anything to your group" the male would request nervously, seeing Fathertime approach calling for an attack. What was going on now? What had Windclan done? It didn't make sense to him for someone to just attack them out of the blue.



    ♚ makaio

    [center][fancypost=min-height:50px; width:30%; float:center; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke had been there as soon as he sensed the unfamiliar beings. He moved even faster when there was the concentrated scent of another group. He paused momentarily before quickly standing by Weed defensively. His ears pinned against his head, glancing at Weed. He definitely agreed with the pup. He couldn't recall anything they had done to deserve the harsh attention. He turned his attention back to Fathertime. He really hoped they could end this civilly.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][font=Georgia]Kate was really not looking forward to this. Because while she was not as pacifistic as her clanmates, her front legs where still not working properly and she could not carry herself as well as she used to be able to. Well that and... the sight of blood would remind her of the murders she witnessed in Riverclan and she was seriously not prepared for that. But she would not sit back and let her clanmates get hurt. She would fight back if she had to, and also work as a field medic as well. Holding herself in a strong, defiant stance, she would stand beside Luke and Weed, squinting her silver optics to strain the sun from her eyes. Her heart pounding against her chest as she waited to see what would happen. So far it looked like the Sanctuary was outnumbered.

    Was Windclan being raided? Amatus left his quarters with his sword on his side as he moved to intercept the enemy. He quickly placed himself between this Sanctuary member and Weed in a protective stance to make him less of a target. "I do not think they care about reason, Weed. Creatures of the darkness care little for reason, and act of their own sadistic needs." Amatus said to the pup, his amber gaze locked on Fathertime and any others that may call themselves enemy of Windclan and the Light.
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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 ⚠




    // -looks at tags- There can be only one daddy


    Anakin wanted to avoid the battlefield for as long as possible- but he must fight. He must win with good- then his son would know he was strong.
    He made up his mind- continue the guise. The world is not yet ready for his own reveal. He carefully stood on his hindlegs, Rick's axe clinking on his belt. It was his only real weapon now. He wasn't ready for a new lightsaber yet. He notes the echo in their tone and crosses his arm. The air temperature dropped as he grew closer, the air felt heavy and suffocating... and Anakin feels the pull of the Dark Side again, trying to work with it, not be controlled by it.


    His breathing was loud, hollow and swallowing. He stepped forward, making himself stand like a mountain- immovable and untouchable. "You are making your clan unwelcome here...." He pointed out, his empty lenses staring down at the creature. "...But may you seal your clan's fate." He finished, clasping his hands to his belt.


    .....how was he suppose to attack without the intent to kill?