DEAD GIRL WALKING [open + joining]

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    lass was unsure what was calling her towards her father's territory. it had been eight months, but only now did she feel the need to seek out her family. she stopped, pausing on the edge of the border like water about to spill over the rim of a cup. ocean-hued eyes lay on the chimes of bone that adorned the nearby trees, and internally she couldn't help but roll her eyes. of course they had to be made of bone; the anti-clan aesthetic had to be upheld. for some reason everyone seemed to think that they'd be respected more if there was evidence that they could kill, but perhaps it was harsh of her to doubt her father's choice of decoration. for all she knew it was a cultural thing, or something along those lines. the hellhound sat down as she waited for someone to approach, alert yet calm in visage.

    "Lass," the dark pelted hellhound would greet as he joined Hospitalpaw at the border. Again, Voidpaw didn't forget names or faces despite the fact that he was the first one to leave. His mind was his most prized possession after all. But even with that said, Lastpaw was one of the few siblings he stayed in contact with after he left their mother. Pausing beside Hospital, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards into a smile of sorts, "it's good to see you." In his mind, Mieczyslaw couldn't help but sneer, looks like all of the rats your mother had are flooding in. Seems like something's gonna happen, something fucking terrible. Just die already. Shut up. Ignoring the malicious voice, he would take note how Lastpaw scoped out the windchimes, even Overpaw did that. There was something about strong personalities and checking the chimes he presumed, after all, a passive creature like himself pretty much over looked them. Interesting.

    LAZARUS HAS GOT NO DIRT ON ME

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    and already someone was approaching. somewhat dull eyes fixed on hospitalpaw, twinkling faintly with recognition. of course she recognised her brother, although not as well as she recognised the next to arrive. the most she gave hospitalpaw was a firm nod in confirmation, but she allowed a slight smile as she turned to face voidpaw. "you too," she finally spoke, silky voice low and mature despite her age. voidpaw among those she'd chosen to keep in contact with, so it was good to see him again. "how have things been?" she asked, drawing herself up onto her paws now that the wait for an audience was over.


    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE

    So, another had arrived? Good. They were almost all here now, just a few more to go. I still wasn't sold on the idea of having to play father to kids, since I definitely wasn't very paternal, but The Alpha that had been born from the Darkness in me felt an elation each time another found it's way to my border. Like an itch I couldn't scratch it urged me to head out to meet them, so it could see for itself that another pack member had arrived to join his ranks. Something big was coming, but it was something big for The Blackheart Rogues. I was going to usher in an era that put my clan at the top of the food chain and gave them the power to truly do as they pleased. I really had no interest in outsiders or what they wanted, and as the other Fallouts would soon learn, neither did The Alpha.


    "Welcome to the ranks then, kid. Fourthwall Fallout, Outlaw of The Blackheart Rogues. You'll find a lot of your siblings in camp if your looking to catch up. And feel free to take any unclaimed room in the East wing if you want one for a bedroom. "

    "BUT FOR WHAT WE'VE BECOME WE JUST FEEL MORE ALONE"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    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.