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    Ululare grinned, soaking in the delicious fear of everyone below him. The anger was also oh-so-delectable. He felt alive, more alive than he had in many days. He knew after this attack he would feel drained, but it was so worth it. He wasn't sure why he was given these powers but he would be sure to use them against the world that had given him nothing but trouble from the cursed day he was born.


    And he would enjoy it.


    He laughed at the questions. Why did he have to have a reason? Why was everyone below him alive? Did they have a reason for that? No? Then neither did Ululare. This was how he lived.


    "Accusations?" He would say, as if taken aback. "Well, I was just complimenting her. But I suppose you could call them accusations... True accusations." He shrugged.


    And then a meteor smashed into his right fore-leg, burning and tearing white scales from the side, though it wasn't bleeding much thanks to the rather instant burning cauterization. Unknowingly, he swerved to avoid another meteor and managed to escape the claws of his only attacker.


    Pain then ravaged his body, spiking him all over. He spasmed in the air before flapping hard and looking at his body, upon seeing no pain, he roared loudly and looked around, unsure who was doing it. Eventually he was able to block the telepathy to a dull ache, and laughs consumed him once more.


    While other people cried and moved, he did nothing to attack or initiate contact or conversation. In another time he would've loved to fuck with people verbally, but he was obviously outnumbered and he wasn't an idiot. He'd let the meteors be his army.


    It was then that Sweet started talking. "Well hi, darling. Oh, oh I see you're playing the good guy, huh? That wasn't part of the plan, Sweetie, but I suppose I'll allow it. Smart of you to stage it below the islands, so your own bed wasn't ruined." And then he saw the fire, blowing towards him. Fire was such an effective weapon, and as he felt it billow across his chest he dropped like a stone before it could catch on and cook him from the inside. Unfurling his wings when he neared crashing distance, he whirled back up into the air, an aching, black charred chest to show for the attack. "Darling, I will not hurt my ally." He said with a honey sweet smile.

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    RIP OUT THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

    The baby raptor would move over slowly. Seemingly nervous and shy. His back was bandaged up, from his hawk attack. The little raptor was hoping to see Luke. Yet, he didn't seem to be around. Or if he was, the robin sized baby was unable to see him. So, for the moment, he stood alone.

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    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    "Wow, you are a really shitty actor," Sweetophelia laughed humourlessly, watching as Uluare fell from the sky, catching himself but proving to not have gotten away free of injuries. She might have taken more satisfaction in the sight of his charred body had the situation not been so dire. Deciding that she had grown tired of listening him droning on, the BlizzardClan leader moved to attack again, suddenly teleporting away and reappearing in the sky above Uluare, intending to crash down onto his scaled back with the full force of her Super Strength.


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    As Witchpaw escorted several NPCs, leading them to the mountains, he heard Pierce's call, and nodded. "Yes! I'm the hat guy," He said, trying to stay lighthearted to keep those around him from panicking. He turned to watch Sweet and Ululare fight, and his jaw dropped open. Sweet was awesome. She was magnificent as she fought, and he loved his mentor so much in these seconds he looked at her. Good luck, Miss Sweet, he wished her silently, then went back to escorting the people.

    //ughhh didn't read anything before posting LOL


    What was going on!? Everything was chaos when he came by, and he thought he was just there for some fun. Instead it looked as if they were being attacked. Quickly, he ran by and attempted to grab Twisted in his mouth before setting off to follow everyone else.

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    Didn't really read much either;;

    Eliza padded over to the lake, a bit confused. She had joined not long ago, and all the sudden people were fighting. Not to mention, the people included her leader. The elegant serval sat, a puzzled look crossing her face as she watched


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    RIP OUT THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

    The raptor squeaked as he was lifted from the earth by Luke. As he was toted away from the fight, the raptor let out a confused chirp.

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    Alexus folded her ears back as she listened to Kageyama, panic coursing through her veins. Fearful questions ran through her mind as she was nudged by the large Doberman. Where were her friends? Was Nayomi safe? Had Wi even came? Was anyone hurt? What was even going on?

    The girl shook her head to clear her mind, looking back at Kageyama and nodding. "Lets get everyone out of here," She replied, running over to where a group of BlizzardClanners and their allies were attempting to get away and went to usher them away, struggling to maintain her composure.



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    Oh man, shit was going down. The sechuran fox flicked his wings before concentrating and shifted to his own dragon form. This guy was a part of the end game, huh? Well Umbrae would have a few things to say about that. The grey and green dragon would roar angrily and take flight, He unsheathed his claws and took lethal aim, being careful of sweet who was dropping from above

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    ･ﾟ✧ going against the grain, going insane!

    All he had wanted to do was have some snacks and film the party-goers, but no, something bad had to happen at the time of his arrival. He had just started to drink a cup of bear when hell broke out nearby, the sounds of yelling and fighting ringing out over the music. Trying to keep calm, he would glance in the direction of his clan-mates and friends before doing the stupid thing and heading towards the fight. Why was he going towards something that would get him killed? Well, his logic was that something like this didn't happen everyday, and therefore it wouldn't hurt to take a peek at the action. Sure his reasoning was flawed, but come on, it was a fucking dragon.

    well this had turned into calamity rather quickly now, hadn't it? calming herself down, she observed the scene laying out before her. this was supposed to be a spectacular event with fireworks and celebration and happiness. although there were no fireworks, she had to admit, things had still gone out with a bang. with one last look at the chaos that surrounded her, rhiannon slowly padded away, figuring that they'd probably need her help back in the healing guild back home. there were so many people in attendance with so many muddled smells there was no telling just how many of her clanmates were injured.


    it seemed like the action had already started before the rest of the party arrived. scenting no one else around from bloodclan, kaonashi backed up from the fighting until they evidently bumped into a display of barbecued treats. charred pieces of food and condiments smears against their pale fur, but they gave little to no reaction aside from a little shake to get it off. being blind and having their mouth sewn shut, kaonashi couldn't do much to begin with other than assume most of it had fallen off and deal with the flies as they came. for now, trying to focus on what and who was fighting.

    Cyrus had finally chosen the food he wanted, and had sat down in a comfortable place to eat it before everything went to hell. He'd just started up conversation with someone- he thought she was from Blizzardclan, but it was hard to tell in a place like this, with that mixture of scents... The nyari was too small to see Ululare himself, but the name radiated in screams and yells through the crowd in the moments after. Ululare. End Game. Betrayal. He should have known that they hadn't heard the last of End Game. But how could he have anticipated something like this? Sweetophelia had seemed so friendly to him, not that he'd gotten to know her well, but... how could she have sold them all out to Ululare? Mind reeling, Cyrus got to his paws, leaving his food behind. The earth was shaking, the sky was lit with blazing points of light, meteors, streaking down to the lake. The swarming crowd blocked out his view of the disaster. Had anyone been injured, or worse, killed? He had to find the other Rifters and get out of here, he thought, he had to get them safely back home. The air was full of panic-scent and screaming- it was all too much, all too much chaos that the nyari wasn't noticed by the group of fleeing guests that near-trampled him, pushing him down into the dirt. A meteor had struck somewhere behind him and set creatures scattering in all directions. Dazed, the nyari struggled to get up. His right hindleg wouldn't support his weight, and after all of this chaos, even if it had, he didn't know where to go to get home. The party area was shattered, charred and unrecognisable.

    One could say he was a little shy at parties. The ghostly feline had been sulking in a corner looking absolutely miserable, but as a paldin, it was his duty to attend to foreign affairs, including this shit show. And to top it all off, his back femur was still snapped in two, staying around even after the bruises, black eye, and broken jaw had healed. Fuck fireworks, fuck barbeques, and mega-fuck social interaction. Things were looking grim for his entertainment. Until a cackle piercing his hearing, and everything went to absolute hell. Fan-fucking-tastic.


    Who the genuine fuck did this joker think he was? Obviously some sort of hotshot. The ghost was oblivious when it came to other people- how was he to know what Ululare had done? With a growl, he did his best to appear intimidating towards the dragon, but as he stole a glance to the sky, realizing the fact that the tiny glowing embers were growing larger, and accelerating towards the party. And Ululare blamed Sweet. Now, Pad knew how a deciever or a trickster functioned, because he classified as either, but this left him stumped. People were beginning to panic, and he was brought back to reality when a flake of burning bark struck his shoulder. His fellow BlizzardClanners started to lead others to safety to the alleged mountains, and he limped behind, serving as a caboose in the evacuation train to make sure nobody was left behind. Several NPCs were already being airlifted away by the avian creatures, but while he could shift into a bat, he probably wouldn't be able to carry someone even a few inches off the scorched earth.


    So, Pad decided to stay as ground support. "Follow the crowd, they're heading towards the mountains! If you can get a lift, take it! Don't get separated from the group!" He ordered to the NPCs lagging behind. While his words barely managed to be heard above the chaos, there wasn't a tone of panic, but rather one of anger. From the corner over his vision, he could see Sweetophelia challenging Ululare. Did that mean that Sweet used this party as bait to kill the hostile beast? Or did Ululare simply see an opportunity to cause as much destruction and distrust as possible? His gaze swept over the demolished clearing, bracing himself for any meteor impact, before staggering along, never allowing his fractured hind leg to brush against the ground.


    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    Deputy of The Blackheart Rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUR GUNS AT THE DOOR "


    I'd taken Lukas back home and returned like I'd said I would. With a quiet pop I'd appear in the midst of the chaos, blasting an incoming meteor with a fireball, causing a light shower of dirt instead of the small crater that would have been left instead. Making my way over to the large group of fleeing clan animals, I'd go on the defense for them and start blasting any falling meteors coming their way."[/b]
    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"


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    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    **PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story. **



    "I love the laziness in your attacks." He said once he saw her disappear. Feeling a heavy weight drop on his back he felt himself falling rather violently towards the ground. How his ribs withstood shattering from an impact like that wasn't something Ululare was going to question right now.


    He looked below him, straining his wings and altering their fall to land straight on the lake. Water poured around them, hissing as it hit fallen meteors still burning. Steam and smoke billowed in the air, obscuring much of what was around Ululare. He reached up and aimed to grab whatever was closest to him, reaching forward and aiming to clamp down hard on whatever his sharp teeth met. Super strength or not, he hoped her skin ripped just as easily.

    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    There was little time to respond to Uluare's snarky remark. As she collided into the dragon's back, Sweetophelia braced herself, her mouth set in a grim line. When they hit the lake violently Sweetophelia had been concerned that she might have to swim back to the surface for air but given Uluare's immense size, that wasn't necessary. There wasn't much else to be grateful for, however as Uluare shortly sank his teeth into her flesh, his teeth first clamping around the upper half of her leg and onto her shoulder.


    Pained and angry, the BlizzardClan leader wrenched herself free, internally cursing. That was going to leave a mark. Aiming to retaliate in the same manner, she slid down the side of his body, intending to sink her own teeth into his leg and give him a taste of his own medicine.


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    It would seem that Serafin was terribly late to the party. Nevertheless the dog would walk into Blizzardclan with his head held high and ready to socialize with members of clans he had probably never even heard of. As he scanned the crowd for someone to talk to, Serafin noticed Fourthwall in the crowd and stiffened. You're here as a neutral. The angel would remind himself and step out into the crowd to join the party.

    Obscuro's appearance was unexpected. She turned her head towards the black wolf and tilted her head as she began to speak. Her words were even more unexpected. She dipped her head and realized of course Obscuro would know how Lit felt being scarred and somewhat limbless and all. The words meant a lot but she failed to be careless about it. Of course, she could act like it as she always did and maybe it would turn into her believing she didn't care but for now, her cheeks were heated at the very glances to her missing leg. Littlestar sighed and opened her mouth to speak. "I try." She murmured, lifting a paw as if she were about to scratch her own head when the booming voice began and the sky lit up with fire and darkness. What in the world was happening? The three legged tabby watched with wide golden eyes as a familiar form took to the sky. Ululare. The asshole she vowed to kill the moment he witnessed her torture all those months ago back in the Exiles when Blindfold broke her jaw. And here he was.. trying to kill them all with meteors. Littlestar felt rage in her core, growing and growing until she just knew that today the flames would come. But she had to tell her people to run before she did.


    "HAWKCLANNERS, GO HOME NOW!" She roared, unsheathing her claws just as she backed away from everyone who was in too close proximity and felt the fire take over completely, enveloping her. She let her ashy yellow tongue wipe her flame covered lips and she blinked her glowing golden eyes, aiming all her focus on Ululare in the sky. She kept her mind on the fact that Sweetophelia was not an enemy and because of that she would now allow herself to harm her. Or try to. But her anger was very crazy and often lead her to do things she didn't want to. Littlestar breathed in and then out and lifted her fiery paw directly at Ululare, sending a blast of golden and orange flames, hoping that it would hit the dragon square in the chest just as Sweetophelia attempted to bite his side.

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