DIVINE VIOLENCE *:･ﾟ✦ [o, bloodclanner + joining]

★ ★ ★ a blur of ivory fur and obsidian streaked the horizon as the form of a tom sprinted over the cliff, dust spraying in his midst as the city laid behind him. a smirk spread across his features before lifting into a chaotic wild smile that seared his maw. adrenalin burned his muscles as breath heaved easily through his maw. he was on the run and he felt free, unchained by the grasps of the city's shadows, a kind of violence he never participated within. he was desensitized because of it, but he was not merciless, he could not torture and capture, and spill blood for the hell of it... he wasn't like them. he wasn't born into that, he was born good and the world had corrupted him beyond belief.

lean muscles ripped under a handsome frame as a bloodclanner gracefully maneuvered over the territory. large paws crumbling bits of rock and dirt below his frame as reinforced claws coiled like sharpened daggers within the ground. his cranium was held low much like that of a wolf as large shoulder blades cut through the rigid air as he ran. everything about the man screamed tribe cat! despite the claws and the collar. he would always be from the tribe of rushing waters no matter where he was, it was apart of him- wild, unrestrained, rugged and cold like the mountains themselves.

along his shoulder was an injury that would leave a scar, nasty claw marks lacerated his fine coat, spewing and staining ivory fur red with hot, sticky blood that had begun to clot and dry. pain came easy to him, it drove him forward, made him smile in the face of it and laugh as his veins were filled with agonizing fire in which he craved. the ex bloodclan healer faced potential blood loss and infection if it wasn't healed soon, he would have to stop and find some herbs and cobweb, at the very least some moss to stop it. for now, he needed to distance himself from bloodclan.

around his neck was a black leather collar, ripped off the corpse of a dog he'd slaughtered many, many moons ago. he was no longer the man he once was, he didn't want to be. a part of him was still very much who he was and always had been, only now had he realized that he did not want this kind of life. his past haunted him for too long, it couldn't destroy him anymore, but it seemed as much as he ran it always chased him. the face of his dead mate, kheima, flickered in his mind. her intoxicatingly divine features blinding him, burning within his skin like someone had branded him, it felt as though someone had ripped their fist through his chest and tore out his heart. it had been so long since she died and he'd abandoned their daughter on the riverclan border. he hadn't loved since, he harnessed the rage and the guilt and he swore to never love again as though it would protect him and the worst part was that it worked.

wolfsbane slowed to a stop, long tail lashing out behind him as he calculated the scenery in silence, stopping along the border as the scent burned his nostrils. the territory reminded him of home. silver spectacles lowered as his intense gaze would make note of every stretch of movement, his ears of every crack and nose of every scent.

"speech."

★ ★ ★ ty!!! he has a flare for the dramatics lmao

wolfsbane didn't even flinch as the other dropped from the tree, he's caught the slightest of muscle movement in the distance before she'd even jumped. she spoke, questioning him though the tom remained silent for a moment longer as his gaze crawled down to her paws where her claws sunk within the soil as though threatening him. "name and business," he echoed her words to himself as the words were hushed from his maw, dripping from his tongue. a classic line, he'd heard several times before. clan cats always did get protective over their borders, it was almost amusing. the tribe never had them and neither did bloodclan.

"names wolfsbane, love. former bloodclan healer at your service," he introduced smoothly as it always was, the smirk still engraved upon his face before it fell. "and my business? i've come to join, the rest of the details are up to whoever the hell runs this place," he stated simply as he shifted, the pain causing the man to clench his jaws before his features caught upon movement within the trees, an illusive creature of creamy ivory much like snow as she nearly melted within the mist.

"speech."

★ ★ ★ thank you!!

wolfsbane's arctic gaze swept over the other, watchful eyes noting the prick of anger upon his mockery. it wasn't wholly directed upon her, more upon the entirety of the clans and their unfamiliar ways. his brow lifted upon the mention that she too was a healer, "ah," he breathed, "healers are respected, its a difficult practice," he mused with a flick of his tail.

a gaze or iron slithered upon another who approached, his words sharp upon his tongue as though they were meant to sting. a crooked smile lined wolfsbane's maw upon the words of the kid who stood before him, "no, i don't think you're stupid, kid," he mused, his smile dropping. "i think you and your clan is willing to take chances in order to help those who are lost," he finished, gaze narrowing. wolfsbane took calculated risks, he'd jump off a cliff and hope he'd managed to make it on the other end alive wether he got injuries like the one he had now or not, didn't matter. as long as he got to the other side still standing.

his words were true, he was lost. he never wanted to be who he was now, in fact he wasn't. he never tried to be someone else, he never tortured, killed perhaps, but never for pleasure. he killed his own brother who was sent to assonate and defied his family to protect his daughter and his mate before being exiled out of the tribe on false accusations, shit happened in between and next thing he knew he was in bloodclan, his grief fueled every waking moment and as days passed he began to heal, he began to piece broken bits of himself back together with bandaids and duck tape to hold it all together before he'd fall and break again and have to piece himself together with something stronger. every day had been a struggle to fight off the darkness that had consumed him, to be better for kheima. and how could he do that in bloodclan?

the brute shifted, his weight from his injured shoulder, hard features turned upon the white she-cat, "and you must be lilystar," he calculated with ease. the name was fitting, the apprentice had given it away the moment he looked over to question her. wolfsbane, despite his risked actions and the way he presented himself, was intelligent just like his daughter.

"speech."

//no pressure to post just bumping back to the first page <3

★ ★ ★ silver shards of ice slithered like eels upon the other, her pelt was constructed of the night sky as her words caused the tom's maw to hang with a crooked smile that was small and barely noticeable, she was calculated, didn't trust easy. perhaps he admired that. lost boy.

"a good question," he ventured, debating whether to tell the entirety of his story or not, a tale in which he didn't want to tell as he feared not just the pain that it divulged, but who was he to tell it to strangers? they didn't care and so he wouldn't go into depth. "i was tribe born and raised, perhaps i was a bloodclanner for several moons, but that doesn't make me one even with this collar around my neck. i began to realize that i never stood with bloodclan, i stood alongside my friends. i've never killed another out of pleasure nor have i ever tortured, i healed," wolfsbane finished, swiping his tongue over his teeth. he may have stood beside them in battle, in the past he did believe in bloodclan, until the insanity that was his mind, the grief that blinded him had begun to evaporate, he realized that he wasn't there for bloodclan, perhaps he never was, he was there for his friends. he had always fought for them, stood beside them, many of which who began to vanish. sheogorath, ai, taboa, rosemary...

"speech."

★ ★ ★ the siamese mix turned upon the younger male yipping orders at him, his features were blank, perhaps if someone had done the same to him in bloodclan they'd receive an injury for ordering around a higher rank. yet, he had the low ground, and he didn't particularly care. he would do anything.

wolfsbane leaned his head down, pulling the loose dog collar off his neck with the back of his paw as reinforced talons coiled over the leather, throwing it upon the ground before the darkclanners with a thunk as it unsettled the dust. rows of teeth and claws curled out from the hardened surface, some still bloody and blackened with age. the more one had perhaps the more dangerous they were, medals of those they've defeated in combat. those who fell before him, those who tried to kill him and his children and failed. he had killed, just not out of enjoyment as many bloodclanners did for the hell of it, he killed out of defense, he killed for his friends and family when threatened. he was violent yes, but never blood thirsty, it bored him.

"you don't get to touch it, none of you do," he said, his voice lowered now just as his eyes did. "that collar is mine to dispose of," he added, eyes locking finally upon rookpaw before his paw came out and he drug the thing back towards him. "that is if you give me a chance, bloodclanners aren't all the same so don't put me in with the rest of em'," he finished, addressing them all now.

"speech."

★ ★ ★ no worries! & muse oof

wolfsbane's gaze scathed amongst the trees, another new scent amongst the background though he couldn't much make out who it was through the treeline. silver irises fell upon lilystar as he was silent, calculating the other's intentions as she spoke. the mention of the tribe caused him to raise his jaws slightly, he'd always been proud of it. he hadn't an ounce of bloodclan running through his veins, his family was entirely of tribe blood. jaws clenching in thought, gathering his words upon his tongue. "i see," he began in thought, but the truth was he didn't even have to think about it. "i understand your caution, i'll do anything," he finished with a curt nod.

"speech."