RELIVING THE NIGHTMARE // open + trespasser

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    DEATHSTROKE


    Things had certainly grown tense in recent weeks, a spiral of chaos constructed through his own actions and grim deeds. There was no one else to blame but himself, and he had left himself open to the wave of consequences that would follow. Shadow Veil. BlizzardClan. The Renegades. The Cartel. And even the Blackheart Rogues. They had all tasted the bitter sting that the hellhound could dole out. But his weakness... his one fucking weakness... he was pregnant and he sensed that a great evil was lurking over his litter. Never before had he craved the comfort of others this badly, and it wasn't a problem that he could turn to Reiki about. He needed Feliks.


    The hellhound prowled along the Thunderlands border marking the trees and bushes as he went as he left his hefty, unmistakable scent behind. Deathstroke wasn't sure if Feliks would come there and then but he hoped that the scent alone would signal that he needed him to come. The assassin just needed the father of his unborn pups to see him again. His pregnant female form had been left in a secure hiding place back in the BHR's territory, but he knew that someday he would need to find a better place to move it. The last thing he wanted was for Sollux to discover it.


    //Because all need the angst XD





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    LUCIAN MAEGIUS AERCHIUM ♚

    the thunderlands - knight - male - 17 months - tags


    ― For once, Lucian's own angry form was useful for defending the Thunderlands. "What the fuck do you want, man? You reek, get the fuck out." Snapped Lucian as he walked over, one golden and one Sharingan eye glaring at the male. The hellshepherd's paws were covered in blue fire as the black dog took a step out of the bushes, eyes narrowing.


    "Name and business, or you have five seconds to get the fuck out before I beat your ass." Snapped the second personality, Ansel, as he took over the boy's body temporarily.




    DEATHSTROKE


    Deathstroke paused as someone finally addressed him. Turning round he then faced Lucian with a rather intense gaze, the sort of gaze that demanded all to submit to his overbearing authority. The look of a true Alpha. Muscles twitched beneath his dark pelt as he pondered over how he should address the little runt that was barking threats at him.

    "DOWN RUNT!"

    He boomed in a deep voice, hackles raising as he advanced forward a few paces as he moved to invade Lucian's personal space. Was he going to tolerate the younger male's attitude? Fuck no. This guy wasn't Feliks, wrong guy and he had caught Deathstroke in the wrong mood.


    "My business is my own, not yours unless you want to become my fucking business. The name's Deathstroke, I suggest you remember it. So who the fuck do you think you are then?"

    He growled in a deep tone, years of alcohol and smoking making it rather gruff. Though it only seemed to add to his character image.





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    ★ ★ ★ Samuel would walk over, growling at Lucian's attitude. "Back off Lucian." the German shepherd would growl in a low tone. He was fed up with his son's shit. Deathstroke had every right to be as pissed as he was, Sam would be too if that was how he was greeted, trespassing or not. "I apologize for his..behavior" the vice sovereign said slowly, accenting the word behavior as he turned to look at Lucian. Then his gaze would rest back on the other hellhound. Deathstroke...he swore he had heard that name before. "Hello Deathstroke, my name is Samuel. Are you looking for someone?" he asked calmly, tilting his head slightly.


    Samuel Banner-Euthalia

    ILL BREAK MY BONES TILL MY SCARS BLEED GOLD

    LUCIAN MAEGIUS AERCHIUM ♚

    the thunderlands - knight - male - 17 months - tags


    ― At Samuel's arrival, Lucian narrowed his eyes at Deathstroke's remark. "Probably looking for the fucks I give." Lucian growled softly as he stood still, unmoving from Deathstroke's stance. He didn't care if the fool invaded his privacy. The psychic hellshepherd flinched only slightly when Deathstroke's booming command hit him. As if some instinct inside of him told him to do so, Lucian slowly slid down, long black tail tucked under his stomach. He felt humiliated, his ears were pressed back against his cranium, betraying nothing but pure submission as Ansel warned him internally to back down. It wasn't Samuel's command that affected him, but he would let him think so for now. Scooting back slowly, his stomach brushed against the ground only lightly. "..Fine." Spoke Lucian's voice, laced with only slight anger.

    "What the fuck are you doing here. Answer me now, quickly." Deutschland's voice was not happy, not at all. The German shepherd approached the scene with raised fur and narrowed eyes, his muscles stiffening as he came to a stop next to his Clanmates. Heck, he would probably approve of Lucian's savage behavior, if only it was aimed toward this animal alone.


    Deutschland may like Feliks a lot, but Deathstroke was another matter, being an enemy of his family. He certainly wouldn't forget what the guy had done to his newborn children in the Tribe of Burning Dreams. It was just ... hard to forget, for obvious reasons. If he knew Deathstroke was searching for Feliks, and that the wolf had impregnated Deathstroke, he wouldn't be very happy. He would be tolerant of Feliks, but not Deathstroke.



    Feliks understood that Deathstroke would probably never change like the wolf may've liked, but what he also understood was that he himself was eerily ok with it. So long as his clan was left alone, the male couldn't make the effort to care for so many untrustworthy individuals - if they were gonna slander him without even knowing him, as cruel as it was, they deserved what was coming to them. That was why, when he heard the booming command on the borders, the Head Commander approached with a spring in his step, although no amount of anticipation would prevent the way his stomach churned as Feliks heard the hisses and growls of pissed off clanmates once he got closer and closer to the gathering. When the canine finally arrived, he kept his head low and tail down, not because of the overbearing dominance shown by the Blackheart (though it was a frightening reminder that no matter what deals they did there was gonna be a divide in physical strength and he couldn't let his emotions blind him on that) but rather because he was cautious about what would happen, and looked like he almost didn't want to be seen by his clanmates. A grim smile was offered to the hellhound, grateful to see him but not so grateful about the location of the meeting. "Hey," he mused quietly.


    / mobile, retro to capture









    DEATHSTROKE


    The hellhound let his hackles flatten as Samuel arrived on the scene which simmered his brief but rather foul mood. Though at least the submissive actions from Lucian aided in settling the matter. But the fireworks soon took off again before the assassin could even open his mouth. But a sadistic grin soon filled his features as he locked his sights upon Deutschland. So the guy was still alive? And still leading ThunderClan, or rather the Thunderlands.

    "Oh, you know, here to see if you've got anymore kids for me to eat and to set fire to another territory of yours. You'd be wise to fucking remember who you're talking to, I've got a reputation for a reason. But if you must know I'm here for that daft wanker over there."

    He growled before using his snout to gesture at Feliks. He decided to make it look like he was here to beat the shit out of him, mostly to protect their hidden agenda.

    "That fucker right there is just asking for a bloody beating. Let me have him for a little bit and I'll leave ya alone. Or you can kick up a fuss and risk a long string of murders and rapes among your people."


    "Feliks, sorry, I just really needed to see you again."

    Deathstroke sent the telepathic message to the wolf, determined to make him see that there was an ulterior motive for this shit-stirring.





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    "you will be harming none here." came the voice of the archangel, feathered appendages spreading as she settled next to deutschland- her usual soft gentle azure optics stern. the former knight would snort, purity radiating off the female as she held a defensive stance. "you have no right to come upon this territory, and stir the pot. you are clearly unwelcome here, just as you will be from heaven for your crimes."


    "You ungrateful old bastard," came a sudden growl from the male, erupting from his shrunken state to square up to the hellhound. He had never been quiet with name dropping other animals, it was one of the disadvantages when choosing to shy away from honesty, but the wolf was sure that he hadn't told anyone around here about some more recent events. He pushed past his clanmates straight to the front of the gathered bundle, looking just about ready to start a fight. Something was up, Feliks wasn't completely sure what, but there had to be some hyperbole in the male's outburst. Emerald eyes harshly narrowed as talks of harm came towards his clanmates, the Commander using it as fuel to his acting. He'd put a leash and muzzle on the mutt before anything actually happened to his group, whilst he had an accepting one it was up to him to be a defender first, no matter how hard it was. "You wanna start shit with me again I'll put an end to it right here and right now. Come on tough guy, ain't gonna be no sweat kicking your ass you fucking scumbag," he hissed, ebbing closer and closer to Deathstroke. His angry expression faltered only slightly with the telepathic message, but seeing how far forwards he was, he doubted anyone other than the Blackheart would be around to see it. I can't risk losing this clan, if I end up hitting you I'm sorry. It's good to see you... Is everything alright though? he hoped to send back, teeth gritted. Talk about being two-faced.






    CLEVER DEVIL･ﾟ✦ Well Dimitri was bored out of his mind. Until the trial he was stuck in that stupied cell and the only thing he could entertain himself with was either Regis visits or to spy on everyone else's life through super senses which he for sure happend to be doing right now even going so far to reach it towards the border they he found two very familliar faces. Watching it all with his super senses of eyes was suprised how everyone bought this cheap story between this two. It was interesting though wasn't it?. Conjuring up some popcorn the vampire watched like he was watching a drama romantic movie or something and eat his popcorn while his tails flinked back and forth. " Woah woah, are they going to kiss?! Awe come on!! kiss kiss kiss!!." he said all form inside his own cell so no one would most unlikely be able to hear him unless the dead skeletons in one of the other cells counted to be an auidence.


    It quickly become boring though since the facade contunie and he suspected for this to be the worst romantic drama movie ever. Awweee, come on!. Could no one entertain him a little bit here?!. Rolling his eyes Dimitri decided to cheat because this was just sad even tragic. " Sweethearts, no one are buying this horrible act so just stop playing pretend and kiss each other already!." he attempted to send telepathic to Feliks and Deathstroke not knowing they already had or thier little offsprings that was coming up. He had been bad to catch up on things lately since it seemed like he had a loophole in his memories. Taking come popcorn to place in his mouth he hoped for something to happen or at least he would contunie to be a pain in the two heads if they contunie this. Did he cared if the clan killed them if they did?. No, he did not. He just wanted to see them kiss only for his own entertainment sake. What happend after would just be awesome after effects.


    // pffft, i'm sorry i just couldn't help myself xD

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    DEATHSTROKE


    The assassin had to choke on his sudden eruption of laughter when Jayden addressed him, spouting utter rubbish about how he wouldn't hurt anyone or be welcome in heaven. Considering that every form of hell and afterlife rejected his spirit he wasn't exactly surprised that he wasn't welcome into heaven. This was why when he died he simply just coming back to the world of the living, there literally wasn't anywhere else for his spirit to go.

    "Dwaa, feather-bitch thinks she's something special. Do spare me the religious drivel honey, not interested. And you can fuck right off through the pearly gates before I show you why Hell ain't half bad."

    He'd killed gods and demons before, an angel wasn't a threat in his opinion.


    Shifting his attention back to his main priority of Feliks he then advanced forward and aimed to get right into the wolf's face, snarling and expressing pure malice towards him. The hellhound looked like he was very much revving up for a violent fight at that moment, his hackles rippling and his claws flexing.

    "Bring it fuck-face! I'll do more than make you lame this time, I'm going to rip your leg off and shove it right up your arse!"


    "I understand, I can handle the hits. Besides, I'm sure running me out the territory will get you points with old Deutschland there too. But... I'm worried about the pups. Pregnancy should hurt, right? But the pups haven't been moving, it's all been too still. I... I'm scared that they might be dead. Maybe Cleo was right about her curse..."

    He telepathically communicated back, sharing his worries with the wolf whilst avoiding revealing any sign of the hidden conversation.


    But then trouble came lingering into his head; Dimitri. The hellhound's expression momentarily faltered just for a brief second, hopefully not noticeable among those on the scene.

    "Dimitri. Fuck off already! Or should I let Julian know where you're hiding and bring you a mirror?"





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    CLEVER DEVIL･ﾟ✦ Julian.Julian,Julian,hmmh.... - ah Julian!. Took a little bit of a time but he finally remembered now. Jian his perverted stalker how had made him feel spooky just to look at himself in a mirror. Funny. Deathstroke thought a threat like that would scare him or something?. Julian might have beena bit to much sometimes but he still had a bit of charm in a rather disturbed and twisted way that somehow made it mix up well together. Beside Ghoulian had said he had killed him so one of this two Wilsons was laying not likehe actually cared. He chuckled to himself in the cell before giving of a simple shrug. " Are ya trying to match me up with ya own son Strokey-boy? i..i'm touched to have got ya approval and that ya trust me so much to give ya son heart to me. Maybe we could get married together with ya and Feliks?. Wouldn't that be a wonderful wedding?. Even better i could marry both ya son and Rei-Rei. I mean there's no secret that Reiki have a thing for me after all."


    The last part might be a lie but hey saying the whole truth was no fun. His ears then perked up as an other lovely idea bloomsed inside of his head which made him smirk. "Oooh, i most tell this to Rei-Rei! Because not do ya mind if i tell him about ya two, right lovebirds?. I'm sure he will be thrilled especially since he have already slept with Feliks so ya will have alot to talk about and sharing the same pleasure in companionship." Yeah he was a dick but that was happend when you locked the devil in a cage. He needed to come up with something to entertain himself with and causing trouble in the love paradise was just his favorite thing to do.

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    His cranium lowered a little as the Blackheart loomed closer, perhaps not an obvious action to non-canines, but clear proof that the Head Commander wasn't completely confident in this interaction, especially with the loud snarls in his ears. Yet, despite his, his teeth remained bared and ready to sink into an enemy's flesh. "You don't have the balls. You're a fucking coward through and through, couldn't finish me off yourself so you sent your wife to do it for you. Sure ended well for Bayonetta didn't it?" figuring that he needed to make it as realistic as possible, Feliks was sure he could be forgiven for bringing up bad memories. Mentally, things were just as tense for the lupine.


    His heart sank at the news, swallowing a lump in his throat. If anything's happened to them kids her whole clan's fucking dead. I learnt that kids aren't responsible for their parent's fuckups, if the coward wants to take it out on infants then I'm gonna feed her her own eyeballs. Though thoughts were rightfully harsh and stepped into areas avoided for a long time, the nervousness behind his eyes was clear. If the curse was true... if his kids were dead... he was powerless to do anything. Another voice in the back of his head caused some life to return to the male, in the form of a guttural growl. He did an exceptionally good job of not rising to Dimitri's taunts, the bombshell dropped moments before certainly helping to keep the dude sorrowfully calm, but as Dimitri continued and the wolf found himself growing hot underneath his fur, the vast mixture of emotions both real and fake caused Feliks to suddenly spring forwards. They're... They're gonna be fine, they've gotta be... he'd aimed to tell himself and the hellhound desperately, going straight for a frontal attack with a leap up and an attempt to latch onto a chunk of Deathstroke's neck. It was perhaps too 'real' of an attack, fast yet thankfully executed in a sloppier way than normal, but as his brain became foggy with doubts it was hard for him to be gentle.




    DEATHSTROKE


    The mindless chattering of Dimitri really was growing irritating so he threw up his mental walls to block the bastard out. Now that he had effectively hung up on the guy he then returned his focus to Feliks, a little surprised as he was greeted with a flare of pain from his neck as teeth made contact. A vicious snarl escaped him as he moved to spring back, snapping at Feliks and attempting to shove him away with a heavy paw.

    "I hope so... Feliks, if any have survived I want to move them here. The Blackheart Rogues isn't safe, and they deserve to be safe. I won't claim them as mine, I'll use a disguise and everything. Just anything to keep them safe!"





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