VITAL SIGNS | OPEN, CAPTURE NUMERO DEUX

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  • Henry felt like he was catching fish. Like, there had to be something in the water that led all these SunClanners to him. What was even his bait? Just his general existence? Whatever. He was on a roll, and it felt good. This one, however, wasn't as easy to drag back as Jules had been. With a grunt, Henry dropped Nightmarestag on the ground, unable to carry him any further. God, his entire body hurt now. That had been quite the workout. Maybe the next time he did this, he'd bring a wagon or something like that. It just showed that he needed to exercise more. He might have been the one doing the torturing, but honestly, he was still going to hurt for a couple of days. "Get the fuck up," he demanded, out of breath as he attempted to bring his paw down harshly on the male's face.


    He was only slightly more prepared than he was last time. Hanging from his side was a pouch full of rusty daggers and half-assed shanks he'd been planning on selling. He hadn't really gone through them, or tested them out, so he guessed he'd just pick one with his eyes closed and hope he didn't get tetanus. "I really need a wagon or something." Hopefully SunClan didn't notice he'd snagged two of their members in such a short span of time. He didn't need an entire clan converging on his ass and sending him to the fifth dimension with how hard they'd beat him.


    NIGHTMARESTAG


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  • capture. he hadn't been bothered to do that since executing the fucker that had killed his father over in hawkclan. after that, he'd gotten sick and with that, he couldn't do much capturing or torturing. it irked the lupine-esque nightmare, but there was nothing to do about it. sunclan's stench was what caught his attention and henry's voice drew him in, expecting to see some blood be shed. he didn't quite know what to feel about sunclan as a whole now. for the longest while he had hated them— sugaredsun the most out of all of them —but upon learning his father had been a part of them, his entire ideal of hating their guts fell apart quickly. now that suga was dead, was there any reason to hate sunclan in particular? not for him, no, unless bloodclan was stupid enough to start another war or if suga's predecessor decided to take revenge. capturing their members like this probably wasn't helping the situation, either.


    half-lidded luminaries narrowed at nightmarestag, unable to identify them. must be a new member or something of the sort. "good job, henry. what's this, your second capture?" the baskerville would inquire ever so solemnly, the faintest of smirks appearing briefly on his features.

    STEP ASIDE, RELOAD, TIME TO GO

    I CAN'T SEEM TO CONTROL ALL THE RAGE THAT'S INSIDE ME!

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  • killing must feel good to God too. he does it all the time.

    nowhere - warrior - male - 31 moons


    Oh, he couldn't wait to eat this one. Ears twitching back against his head as he was smacked, the Maine Coon righted himself into a stiff sitting position, amber eyes boring a hole into his captor for a minute before he diverted his attention elsewhere. He dragged his tongue over his chocolate fur that had been mussed during his travel over here, as if he wasn't about to be tortured. "Shall I beg?" spoke Nightmarestag finally, his smooth voice calm and unwavering as he addressed his captor, "Is is the helplessness of your victims that drives you or the pain you try to bring?"


  • Henry's gaze drifted to Yuu, who was looking slightly less like he was dying today, although he couldn't tell if that was good or bad. He offered him a cheeky grin, looking more like a child who was proud he'd drawn on the walls than whatever hulking, intimidating beast he was imagining in his head. "Thanks," he replied, eyes flickering briefly to Nightmarestag before back to the third tier. "Yeah. I'm on a roll."


    When the SunClanner sat up, his grin immediately disappeared. This one seemed to have an attitude. He didn't like that. The other one he'd captured had been so easily scared, but clearly this guy wasn't. He just... groomed himself, like he wasn't neck-deep in enemy territory, about to get his ass beat. Okay, Henry was a little thrown off by that, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He was experienced now, albeit just barely. At least he kind of had a plan for this one. He'd fuck around with him for a little while, put those rusty little shivs to good use, take a piece of him (or attempt to) and send him crying back to SunClan.


    "...I mean, if you really want to, then be my fuckin' guest," he said. What kind of question was that? Henry didn't think it was a requirement to beg, unless this guy wanted to come off as a sniveling pussy. He'd already proven not to be as wimpy as that Jules guy, anyway, so he didn't really see a point. "How about you find out?" He wasn't sure himself what drove him. He just... wanted to, if that was enough of an explanation. Shaking his head quickly, as though trying to clear his thoughts, he decided to step closer, inspecting the feline. What did he want to take? A leg? His tail? An ear? Amputation seemed kind of difficult, and he had no clue what he'd do with a tail like that. Make it into a whip, maybe? He snorted at the idea.


    Turning to his bag of weapons, he dug around for a few seconds, until he came across couple of nails, all varying in size. He glanced back at the feline. Cats had real sensitive paws, didn't they? That gave him an idea. He'd turn to him again, aiming to roughly knock him onto his back. How would he go about doing this...? He guessed he could just shove them in, but stabbing someone was a lot harder than it looked. He'd try to take Nightmarestag's paws, and aim to start driving nails into the pads of his feet - not far enough to enter through the other side, but definitely deep enough to do some damage. Maybe he'd make him run laps. That sounded like a good idea.


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  • killing must feel good to God too. he does it all the time.

    nowhere - warrior - male - 31 moons


    "I am sure I will," mused the feline quietly to himself, golden eyes returning his captor's assessing stare with one of his own. A fellow cannibal choosing select cuts? Judging by Henry's rusted tools, which would probably give him some sort of disease to look forward to, no; someone trying to eat their meat would try to keep it sanitized to some degree.


    Slammed onto his back, the feline released a pained grunt, amber optics flashing with varying degrees of unadulterated anger. The things he would do in return. Then Henry came at him with some rusty nails. Nightmarestag aimed to grab a hold of the paw holding the nails to push it away from himself as he remarked, "Pain then. Does it make you feel like God? These sorts of things must feel good to God too. He does it all the time." Ultimately, he was aware of the fact that he was going to get hurt. He'd been through worse. Pain was just... temporary.


  • Oh, this one had a bit of a fight in him, didn't he? Barb had been wanting to grab an enemy for a torture recently, but she told herself to hold off for the time being; she was already planning to take Levi, and she wanted to save all her strength and creativity for that. So, she'd settle for watching for now. She strode over after Yuu, blinking blue optics coolly as she came to stand beside the younger Third Tier, directing her gaze at Henry and his catch. The nails were a bit brute-like, in her opinion, but she supposed they all had their own forms of torture. As long as it got the job done, right? Though, this guy was trying to block his attacks. Shame- the screaming, crying ones were always more fun.

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    RULE #1 IS THAT

    YOU GOTTA HAVE FUN

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  • henry had been rather capture happy lately, hadn't he? hypokrisis was the next to paw forward, standing alongside his dearest friend with expression utmost sober and serious as star dipped gaze looked to henry, seemingly attempt to get a reading on the other's facial expressions. from what he could tell the aforementioned was simply enjoying claws within flesh and the red ribbons which came with it. was there really more to it? or was he just overthinking it? either or, the medic was present in order to aid the fighter of a creature once all had been said and done.

  • killing must feel good to God too. he does it all the time.

    nowhere - warrior - male - 31 moons


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  • Does it make you feel like God?

    What - what kind of question was that? Henry never considered how all of this made him feel... it certainly wasn't a bad feeling. He could even say he liked doing this. He was taken aback by all these questions Nightmarestag was asking, by his calm demeanor and the way he was resisting. He didn't like that. Maybe he should have tied him down before he smacked him awake. Whatever, he'd get around this. Lip curling, the fox would snatch his paw away before the SunClanner could even touch him. "Shut up," he growled, abandoning the nails for a second so he could find a way to put this guy out of commission. "I don't need your fuckin' philosophy or whatever." Had it not occurred to him that he was being tortured?


    His eyes briefly wandered to Barbara and Hypo, who seemed to have nothing to say. Less distractions for him, he guessed. Henry aimed to harshly kick Nightmarestag in his side. He needed to knock him out - no, not that, he needed to incapacitate him enough to do what he wanted to do. Growling under his breath, he'd go right for the male's head, attempting to pick it up and then slam it roughly into the ground.


    [sorry for the late reply!]

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    tags — shadow veil — played by body