AND SO HE TOOK OUT THE CYCLOP'S EYE [p, capture]

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    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin 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 former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears a knife from Judith, and the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    The angry God stared down at the new cubs- leopards, the lot of them. Poseidon had raised the Cyclops, despite how ugly and brutish they had been. Anakin had taken these cubs because he didn't want Vanitas to raise more like himself, and he didn't want the cubs to suffer for their birthright.

    He was tired, undoubtedly, without the resources to build a new chamber he had suffered sleep loss and his suit was running him on adrenaline at this point. Unable to eat and his nutrients running low, the cyborg was running on steam. I will fix this when I get home. He promised himself, nudging the larger of the cubs with his nose and shifting, where two more laid on his back and the final cub, under the shadow of his cape. He huffed, looking about the forest and moving, deciding for them to rest under the shade of the tree. Halfway there.


    He had lied to them, in a way. He had told them that he was going to take care of them now, because their mom couldn't help them anymore. He just hadn't been specific about it, and he figured they wouldn't remember their mother at all by adult hood. He kept them close to him, but his gaze always trailed back the mechanistic cub of the lot. He remembered- he would always remember the Emperor, the black leopard that had taken control of his life from the start and turn his world into chaos.

    Anakin had been fed lies and the Dark Side had brought him nothing but pain- dead bodies and the loss of his identity.


    And so Poseidon stared down at his Cyclopes, the four of them and counting them thrice over, trying to remember their names... but still, he couldn't help but hear the lingering thoughts. They are not the Emperor. He reminded himself, setting them down and pulling them close to him. They were not Darth Vader's master, he knew- but the deep, festering fear was still there. What of they become like him? He thought, staring at the black cub again. He is wearing his face. Animals looked similar but these cubs were untouched by age and rage.


    His breathing slowed, a sign that he had relaxed, at least. "Okay," he said, trying to converse with them to keep them entertained while he relaxed. "Can you guys tell me what this is?" He asked, pointing to the tree next to him, then surveying his surroundings and looking back at them. "Do you remember my name?"

    "Why are we stopping?" the small and echoing voice of Sidra asked, looking around them for any reason. She found none. She turned her gaze back to the large, black creature that took them there. She believed what he told and hadn't hesitated when he took them from their mother. If he could take care of them when their mother couldn't, as he told them, then there was no reason she shouldn't have gone with him. Self preservation. Even his odd appearance hadn't stopped her. She didn't meet many other animals, and so he was just as new to her as everything else around her.


    The small child glanced at the tree, tail tip flicking. Did he not know what it was? She looked back to Anakin. "A tree," she answered just as her sister did, barely sparing the other cub a glance before she was focused solely on the cyborg again. She blinked, her head tilting in just the slightest at his next question. "Do you remember mine?" she asked in return.


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    afterdark had a soft spot for children.


    this had been true since the day she came into this cruel world. she'd ribbon up any adult's spine, and puke into their dead skull when she was finished, yet kids were off limits in every way shape and form. sure, she'd capture them. maybe tease em' a bit. but she just couldn't bring herself to harm any of them.


    the lioness could hear five heartbeats, and smelled the blood that coarsed through them. she ran her tongue across her yellowed fangs, creeping quickly through the undergrowth. ah, there they were. slightly dissapointed, afterdark looked over the sources of the ever-so-tasty blood and frowned. children were off limits.


    posiedon, however, was not.


    "hey there, handsome."


    the vampiress seemed to rise from the shadows as the approached the male, grinning deviously at the young creatures and hopefully giving them a bit of a fright. her blood-red eyes darkened, clouding over with black. "where do you think you're headin'?"



    nathaniel didn't know what to make of this odd stranger. the cub's childish mind was free of doubt about his intentions, not even considering that the stranger meant ill, yet nath didn't understand him. he looked nothing like anybody nathaniel has meet before, but he was taking care of them now and nathaniel didn't have much to complain about.


    "it's a tree. duh." there was no small amount of smugness in the cub's voice, the fact that his siblings already replied not dampening his satisfaction at knowing the answer. the cub hesitated at the second question, scrambling through his memory and shaking his head. nope, he had no idea. his sisters only affirmed that he didn't tell them his name.

    before nathaniel could finish his thoughts, his head snapped towards the new addition to the scene, eyes widening in fright. who was this creep? and why was she looking at them like that? the cub did a poor job of masking his anxiety, taking a few steps back nervously.


    / trapped on mobile rip


    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin 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 former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    "Good job." OK, he need to start treating them a little bit older, fine. "I'm Anakin. Anakin Skywalker." He chided, rolling his shoulders. "I thought we could use a break." He admitted, tilting his head at her. "Mm.... Your mom told me, but I'm sorry, I don't remember." Lie.


    Something was wrong. The Force alerted him and Anakin jumped up, and turned on his heel, his cape casting over the cubs and giving her a defensive snarl. Not "I'm going to murder you," more, "my space, back off." His back curled and his feet spread, giving an equally defensive posture.


    "That's not your concern."

    *:･ﾟ✦ TRASH N. PENDRAGON GRIMM
    —— this quicksand, it pulls me underneath her *:･ﾟ✦



    With a wild cackle, Trash slithered out from the shadows. A wild smile stretched from ear to ear, Tiffany blue eyes locked on the children. Unlike Afterdark, he didn't have a soft spot for children, in fact it was the exact opposite. His history included capture and torturing a lion cub from ArcadianClan (and not surprisingly was almost exiled from his home for it) and later found her again to cut out her unborn children and devour them before her. Needless to say, he had something pretty special in mind for these kids.


    "Oh, but it is," he said, finally tearing his gaze away from the cubs and focusing on Anakin. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. He was weakened and would be easy enough to steal from, maybe even kill if Trash had to. His grin grew both in size and more sinister. "What do you think Barb would think of this lot, dove?" Trash asked as he began to circle the small group, his question directed at Afterdark. Sure, they weren't from SunClan, but he didn't think their leader would mind too much.

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    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin 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 former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    Anakin's breathing combated their talking and he let out another snarl, teeth bared behind his mask. "No, it's not." He said again, trying to be peaceful about it while he could. (because then it was self-defense, right?)


    They were talking about Barbara, and he gave another snarl. Bloodclan. His hands moved, pushing the children under him and edging towards the tree trunk.


    "Back off." He warned still, using his cape to cover the cubs from their view. He was already digesting his foes- the wolf needed a few good kicks to the ribs and the lioness.... well, he could break her spine in his hands. With that much decided, Anakin postitioned himself to be facing towards the both of them, to keep an eye on both. He kept the wolf in corner and the lioness facing him. "Do you have any idea who I am?" He was well aware of the disrespect that came from Anti-Clanners and knew they didn't care if you warned them how strong you were before you killed them: but hey, give them a warning. Let them have a chance.


    her eyes would glide over swiftly to eye trash as he approached, smirk growing, "i think barb would adore this little gang!" she chirped, becoming increasingly close to anakin.


    afterdark lashed her tail, watching as anakin was becoming backed into a tree. she could feel a strike incoming, and her eyes darkened and stormed black. her fangs glowed with heat and her claws grew hot with energy. "no, i dunno. who are you?" he was right, she had no idea and no respect for the male.



    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin 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 former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    Demon. He was familiar with the antics, showy as they went from normal to beast mode, believing they were powerful and knew all and Anakin felt hunger strike him.

    You need something new. but that didn't matter now, as he straighten up to bring out his imposing stature and the suffocating breathing.


    He debated, which name he should release. Either one would defame his image and was all too reminded of the cubs under him.

    "Ekkreth." He said- because Ekkreth would always be free.


    "And you need to go home." Because Anakin didn't want to fight them or put the cubs at risk because this was all he had and he was sick himself- the air dropped, as if a weight landed on it shoulders and the sound of his suffocating breathing echoed over.


    They are going to attack anyways. he thought, knuckles pressing into the Earth and hearing his joints pop.

    "Because you will not survive what I will do to you."


    // in all reality it would be funny if she tried to bite him but landed on his metal arms and she just recoils

    // anyways can one of you guys go ahead and make the second thread ?


    *:･ﾟ✦ TRASH N. PENDRAGON GRIMM
    —— this quicksand, it pulls me underneath her *:･ﾟ✦



    The emaciated wolf could only talk so much when he was all wound up like this. His stump of a tail shook excitedly, his entire body ready to pounce or chase should one of them make the smallest of movements in the wrong direction. Really he was hoping a cub would take off and he could snap them up and make a quick lunch of them. His eyes darted back to Anakin, or Ekkreth as he called himself, when he spoke again. No, no, enough words. Without any warning, the emaciated wolf would whip his head toward the lion, jaws parting and teeth seeking any flesh on the masked mutated male. Trash would crouch slightly to push himself off the ground and launch himself at the larger male in an attempt to knock him off his feet.


    //i can real quick c:


    //edit;; in case tagging didn't work! here

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