BLACK ROSES / re-intro

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    ❝ PULLED AWAY BEFORE YOUR TIME ❞


    imrek had been absent for a long time. and when he meant long, he meant long. while he didn’t really give a shit about his absence, he knew he had better start acting like a member of the group, or risk the consequences. he tossed a glance towards the bone thrown beside him, at what he had all but destroyed. well, he wouldn’t call it destroyed like others might. the bone had deep long marks craved into it, almost as if he had gnawed on it to the core.


    others would see the carvings in the bone, the patterns that kept him from unleashing his anger upon others. for lashing out at them. for giving into the darkness that controlled him. that had controlled him for so long. "goddamn right you should be scared of me..... " he muttered quietly to himself as a bird flew off in alarm, upon spying him laying in the camp. the idiot must not have noticed him when it landed on the ground. worthless birds. would his family recogonize him? would his father for that matter? god. he’d been away for so long he wouldn’t doubt them forgetting about him. but he doubted they’d like the side of himself he’d given into. the side he failed on so many occassions to flee from.


    ❝ I CAN’T DEAL, IT’S SO UNFAIR ❞



    Disturbia bound over and tilted her head. Lowering her head in to sniff the male, it was clear she was curious. Feral nature was what it was. And thus she had to understand who this male that smelt of her pack was.


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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues

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    THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE


    I had a habbit of forgetting the names and faces of people who didn't stick around long or leave a huge impression on me. It was cold, perhaps, because even family wasn't an exception to the rule, but I couldn't help the way my brain worked. Imrek and I had never been close- he hadn't stuck around long enough to give it a change like Crown or Astral had, but he did have the advantage of a look that got my brain working. Even if it wasn't necessarily him it was associated to. It had been a long while, but there had once been another very active Fallout in the group, a tall black canine with pointed ears and inky fur. Manicpaw.


    I could admit that initially when my gaze swept over the courtyard and I caught site of the tall black hound laying isolated in the grass that I'd felt something. Something new, something that almost hurt- but in a happy way. I missed her, didn't I? I hadn't ever thought about it because I wasn't the sort of person who let their thoughts get the best of them. I didn't slow down enough to let the past catch up. But for a brief moment it did and I felt it, and it was hard to shake the longing for her return as I realized this wasn't her. Manic had been tall and gangly, all knobby bones and popping joints. This canine was fit and proportion properly. This, was Imrek.


    "Back from adventuring? It's good to see you, Imrek." I called as I made my way over, lips pulled back into a smile. He'd grown a lot since I'd last seen him, into something strong and capable. No longer an awkward teen. "Have you run into Astral yet?" I knew she'd want to see him. She was the last of the Horroscope children to remain in the clan, and while she had Crown for family I knew she missed her siblings. Hell, if he stuck around this time around maybe I would miss him to next time he popped out of the picture- I wasn't heartless, after all, I just worked a bit differently than others. Things weren't unconditional or just a given with me, not to anyone. It was just how I was. I didn't try to be that way or withhold parts of myself on purpose.


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



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    Basics

    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 6'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual


    Interactions

    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social

    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable

    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker

    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

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    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. 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.

    ❝ PULLED AWAY BEFORE YOUR TIME ❞


    glancing up to see his father, he snorted indifferently. while he hadn’t seen his sister or father in some time, he wasn’t quite so sure that he cared about being gone. hell, the hellhound hadn’t been around to care about anynone, nor had anyone given a crap about him when he left the bhr for a time. "no. haven’t seen anyone until now." imrek was still focused on his work, glancing up at his father every once in awhile, not so sure what to think about disturiba. the female seemed to not give a shit which was expected. something he could care less about. turning, he’d sneak another glance at his father. wondering, waiting for what he’d say. what he’d do.


    ❝ I CAN’T DEAL, IT’S SO UNFAIR ❞