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  • Exhausted. That was a word not nearly close enough to describe the man's condition. Lackadaisical attitude and mental neglect weren't healthy for him, though there wasn't much he could do to prevent either from interfering with his life. He couldn't see. Sometimes in dreams—day or night, or otherwise—he would catch glimpses of the rising sun, and then a burning, falling one shortly after. As if someone hadn't wanted him to see anything. "Often times I see things inside my head I think impossible, but before I know it, that event is happening before me. Murder, birth, restoration, a gift. I get blamed for missing out, denounced for not noticing little things that the others can," he stumbles a bit across harsh surfaces, tracking the earth with hardened paws to find solid ground again before venturing further. "What is the color green they speak of? Or white, the absence of what 'color' seems to be? I see nothing but the void, a comforting sight sometimes... but a lonely one. A terribly lonely one." Cool air barrages his pelt, soothing him as he finds a ground more smooth than the lands he crossed before. Wherever he was, the heat beat down upon his back all the way to his current position, and now, the cold felt homely.


    "I suppose I will press onward until I find signs of... sapient life." Following the chillness of the area around him, he notices he is clambering through a passage much more narrow than the avid expanse he traverse beforehand. Going along with the wind of the earth's path, he breaks free from this little 'tunnel', sore pads pressing softly against a less harsh terrain, the delicacy of something he had never experienced before. "What is this?" thinks the man as he trails his paw around along the ground, what felt like strands of something pleasant tickling him and brushing through his fur. Then, he quickly took notice of the pungent scent that billowed into his nostrils, and he gave a wary twitch of an ear. "It is most likely simple creatures, prey, or otherwise... I cannot imagine it being someone... or some group or other. I have only ever crossed paths with one once before, and in short, they were... not very kind." Fatigue is beginning to creep along his spine and infect his brain, and he lowers his head slightly and gives a hefty cough. "Even still, I pray they are somewhat kind souls. I might not make it much longer if I have nothing to eat or drink, but I don't know what... anything looks like. Aye, Padre Todopoderoso, ¿cómo estoy vivo?"


    [ translation: "Father Almighty, how am I still alive?" ]


    HEAVY ACCENT, FLUENT IN SPANISH × BLIND COYOTE × "SPEECH"

    YOU'RE JUST LIKE COCKROACHES — EXTERMINATION'S YOUR ONLY HOPE

    GUILD HEAD OF ARTISTRY × HISPANIC, BLIND COYOTE × PENNED BY MAGI

  • A trill of curious chirps and clicks would announce Kiri's arrival, her bright eyes locked onto the stranger with avid curiosity. The creature would scitter forward rapidly on her two legs, coming to a jerking halt in front of the coyote, her feathered arms tucked closely to her chest. The Dakotaraptor drew herself up to her full two foot height as her head bobbed during her investigation of the stranger. "Hello little one." First a perfect replica of Krymson's voice would sound out the greeting that had once been offered to the raptor before changing to Saoirse's voice to utter, "Are you lost?"

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  • FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    ex-leader of the blackheart rogues

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    THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE

    For once, Fourthwall hadn't had to wander all the way out to the borders to find a newcomer. Well, to be fair he couldn't be sure that this guy was here to join just because he was there, but it was still an interesting enough happenstance to draw the lupurcas attention. Most people just waited out at the border int he desert, but this guy had made it all the way to the mountain tunnels that lead right to their camp. It was something that Fourth wasn't too crazy about seeing as borders were in play for a reason, but he didn't hold onto that too much because it was clear that the guy was exhausted and on the verge of collapsing. Chances were he'd come this far in hopes of finding someone before he passed out. Kiri was already present, and while Fourth didn't know the people whose voices she mimiced, she'd used them often enough in his presence that he associated them with her rather than anyone else. "I don't know about lost, but they definitely look like their about to keel over." the battlescarred hybrid would note as he made his way over to join the Dakotaraptor in approaching the stranger. "You want to sit down for a minute, man? You look like you could use a break." Once the other wasn't in danger of collapsing, Fourth could figure out what they were doing so far inside their border and if they intended on joining.

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


     

    Basics

    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Black & Gold Lupurca/Jaguar - 5'7 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Black fur grizzled gold - One red eye one deep blue - Black ram horns

    Electricity Elemental 60% (Discovered)


    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.

    penned by kink

    IM THE FIRST KID KID TO WRITE OF HEARTS, LIES AND FRIENDS

    AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN


    THE EX LEADER/OUTLAW OF THE BLACKHEART ROGUES

    THE EX MENTOR OF XIA, KAYN, & NEOTOKYO

    THE SCORNED LOVER OF HYPOKRISIS



    AND I'VE GOT ARROGANCE DOWN TO A SCIENCE

    OH, AND I'M THE FIRST KID, TO WRITE OF HEARTS, LIES , AND FRIENDS



  • Beings come to him, and now the man is wary. Two voices, three? Maybe more? His senses tell him only two bodies are present, one stranger then the other, but it seemed his ears were deceiving him. Either way, they were asking him questions one after another, and it shocked him to notice they were all kind questions. "Nothing like the odd-end strangers I met once before. I almost fell off one of what they called their 'islands' and died." Blind eyes waver over to where he feels the first one, nudging a paw forward only to try and briefly tap the other's claw-like appendage. "Little one? Lost?" the man's voice comes out as hoarse and rather gruff, the thick yet rather warming accent smoothing over his harsher undertones. "I suppose you could say I am 'lost'," a trill of a chuckle escapes him. "In fact I can't quite see where I am going," he makes a jab with a claw towards his eyes, a deep brown glazed over in permanent blindness.


    "I could certainly use a break, thank you," his head turns next to the second body that had arrived, crooking his jaw to the right slightly as he was mid-thought. "Kindred souls, very... very welcoming. Nice, perhaps. I'm enchanted." "I am Ryad. Though I am on the hunt for something, someone, you all wouldn't mind letting me stay here for a while, would you? I am unsure on the length of this stay, but I can assure you it would not be a mistake." He wasn't sure how these 'clans' worked, how they operated within, and if they took bribes or bargains for an offering. "I'm probably one of the best hunters around, better than any hunter you've got here anyways. I can do all sorts of things for you all, I'm... sure of it." He begins to trail off in his own jabs of pride, though rarely experiencing these bouts of ego, and his mind begins to wander off, hearing echos unlike his voice. "Apologies, I'm afraid I got lost in thought. If you are confused, I would like to join. I have... a lot..." He wasn't aware he was repeating himself again.


    TAGS × "SPEECH"

    YOU'RE JUST LIKE COCKROACHES — EXTERMINATION'S YOUR ONLY HOPE

    GUILD HEAD OF ARTISTRY × HISPANIC, BLIND COYOTE × PENNED BY MAGI

  • Kiri would release another few chirps, her twitching from side to side as Fourthwall joined her and chatted with the stranger. He seemed to believe he wasn't lost but maybe a part of him was. "I am Ryad." The stranger's voice would now echo out through the Dakotaraptor's beak, a sort of playful air about her. Despite her size, Kiri was a child, barely old enough to be running around. But it often showed in her teasing manners. or the way she collected shiny things.


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  • "She said something similar to me when I joined," commented the light-furred serval as she approached with a quirked brow. "From what I understand, Kiri can only repeat phrases she's already heard." It was a strange thing, something that Diana found deeply intriguing. She found herself wondering if and when she would grow out of it – was it unique to her species? Or was it due to some form of parental neglect?


    She listened, ears pricked, as Ryad explained himself. He was quite proud of his abilities, wasn't he? But it was only healthy to take pride in oneself, she supposed. "Of course you can stay here," she told him with a smile. "We'd be happy to have you. I am Diana Targaryen, by the way. A warrior here. If you don't mind my asking, who exactly are you searching for?"


  • The man cocks his head to side as a third arrives, notably informing him after the mimicry of his own introduction. Though he was unsure of her appearance, her general scent gave off the notion that she was of the Felidae family. "Kitties, lupines, things thought once extinct. I believe I'm getting a good sense of what lingers in these parts. It brings a new fear into my heart that what I am hunting may be something I cannot kill." "A primitive creature then, no? I should watch my language." the joke is wry at best, but he means no harm by it. "And ah, I am glad to hear that. It is a pleasure to meet you Señorita Targaryen," he pauses after his polite gratitude and a small gesture of the head, abruptly halted by her next question. "Who am I searching for? No, no. Who am I hunting? Who I desire? Wish to consume, to devour?"


    "My brother's killer," his answer is rather curt, black lips thinning into a severe line. "A bastard who I have hunted for years. I fear the older I grow, the less capability I will have to track him down. I cannot remember where I last could catch his scent, but I believe a clan I visited once before may have something to hide." "That place of 'islands' where the inhabitants were less than homely. I felt lost in their world, what they called deserts and tundras, I knew naught. But the tone in their voices, the rasp of their souls. The danger in their auras. They keep something from me..." "Does this place have any customs? I catch word from time to time of clans having 'traditions', but it seems some vary in their stance in morality. Anti-clans, neutrals? What is this... place's role? Who can I kill, and who must I steer from?"


    TAGS × "SPEECH" × VOICE REFERENCE

    YOU'RE JUST LIKE COCKROACHES — EXTERMINATION'S YOUR ONLY HOPE

    GUILD HEAD OF ARTISTRY × HISPANIC, BLIND COYOTE × PENNED BY MAGI


  • A soft huff of amusement escaped her at his quip. "A child, more like, though I would still agree." Her coppery eyes glittered as she returned his nod, but the long-legged dame was quick to sober as he continued. The lingering smile faded, replaced with a sympathetic frown. "I see," she murmured. "I'm sorry for your loss, but I wish you the best in your search. I understand how it feels to lose someone to such a fate." Jaehaerys' death, however, was one she had never been able to solve; the assassination had been swift and her grief too strong to dwell on it in such a way. She paused for a moment. "And if you ever need any assistance, let me know." Diana was tempted to inquire further, curious as to which clan he spoke of, but ultimately decided against it. He'd carried on speaking, anywho, and she figured that was for the better; there was no use in lingering on such a dark topic, especially at a time like this.


    "Ah, yes, the Solaris Kingdom is a pro-clan," she explained, "which means we are naturally at odds with anti-clans. They're heathens, the lot of them; they take a disgusting amount of pleasure in committing senseless acts of violence. Murder, torture, all that. Vile creatures, truly." The woman wrinkled her nose. "Even so, I would advise against aggravating them unless it is necessary; our kingdom is small, and as you can imagine, they can be relentless. Neutral clans fall somewhere in the middle. Some lean further toward one alignment or the other, but others are entirely independent. It depends on the group, really. As long as they leave us be, we do the same for them."


  • Primitive? The raven feathers ruffled up in indignation at the assumption, releasing several chirps and clicks that carried the notion of being along the lines of angry retorts or, most likely, curse words. Cursed maybe, but not primitive. Maybe they were all primitive. Stuck with one voice. Kiri's taloned hands would curl and uncurl as she opened her beak once again. Though this time a stolen voice didn't escape her, but the twisted dying shriek of a rabid wolf.


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  • Her wings would clamp to her sides as she landed clumsily, paws adjusting to the hot sand as she winced. She’d heard the call and came flying as fast as she could regardless of how horrible she was at the action. Though she’d failed to remember the sound was just one of Kiri’s mimicys. A huff would blow from the large canids maw as she approached standing besides the bipedal girl as she surveyed their odd new comer. She’d only picked up what Diana had just said, not having been around for any of his introduction. She could just hassle him or someone else for his name later. ”I’d try not to make an enemy out of Kiri here. You seriously don’t want those claws at your throat” she’d say with a chuckle, sure she was just a “baby” but claws like those were deadly.


    She’d stretch her neck uncomfortably before going on ”Some anticlans aren’t that horrible but even still she is right. We are one of the last proclans if that’s what you’re looking for” she’d nod her head before offering a paw towards him. ”I’m Ver Million by the way. Just call me Ver though pleasure to meet you”

    ”speech”tags

    THANK GOD FOR BUSINESS THEY LET ME TAKE THE FLOOR

    I STOOD SO PROUDLY LIKE I WAS GOING TO WAR

    BHR/SHADOW VEIL/SOLARIS LARGE MUTATED GERMAN SHEPHERD W/RED EYES MERCENARY

    Storage played by Kedamono IC Opinions/Actions

  • FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    ex-leader of the blackheart rogues

    tags

      


    THEY CALL KIDS LIKE US VICIOUS AND CARVED OUT OF STONE

    "Oh, he didn't mean anything by it, Kiri." Fourth would say as the Dakotraptor let out the shreiking scream of a dying wolf, which echoed off the walls of the tunnel loud enough to cause Fourth to flinch from the noise before turning his attention back to Ryad. "As far as traditions go, we don't really have any. I mean, there are the Guilds maybe, which are like clubs you can join which specialise in specific fields, like warfare or art." the lupurca would explain, before nodding as Diana went on to explain the clans political standing. "Yeah, we dont go looking for trouble, but when it comes looking for us we aren't afraid to fight for our own. Your more than welcome to stay here while you recover. We have quite a few empty huts in the village s your welcome to help yourself to whatever one you want. And, uh, sorry to hear about your brother."

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


     

    Basics

    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Black & Gold Lupurca/Jaguar - 5'7 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Black fur grizzled gold - One red eye one deep blue - Black ram horns

    Electricity Elemental 60% (Discovered)


    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.

    penned by kink

    IM THE FIRST KID KID TO WRITE OF HEARTS, LIES AND FRIENDS

    AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN


    THE EX LEADER/OUTLAW OF THE BLACKHEART ROGUES

    THE EX MENTOR OF XIA, KAYN, & NEOTOKYO

    THE SCORNED LOVER OF HYPOKRISIS



    AND I'VE GOT ARROGANCE DOWN TO A SCIENCE

    OH, AND I'M THE FIRST KID, TO WRITE OF HEARTS, LIES , AND FRIENDS



  • [ sorry for the late reply D:: i've been busy all day! ]


    There were many voices clamoring at once, and he wasn't sure where to turn his head next as each gave their own input on the clan here. "One of these voices is new," he notices as yet another unfamiliar scent joins the fray. "Again it's a pleasure to meet you all," this comment was directed at everyone present, the man backing up only slightly as his poor, useless eyes blinked calmly. "Pro-clan? I am... glad, I suppose. I hope your stance on murder is not as stingy as I might expect from someone 'pro'. There comes a time when I must Hunt for those who weave wrongly into my path." It's a deadly notion that slips in his tone, a monotony thinly laced with malice only to show he was more serious than one might expect. "It is not senseless in my meaning, I have purpose for every step I tread."


    The cacophony of what sounded like a creature giving its last breath had startled him for a moment, but quickly regained himself once he realized the direction of the sound came from the one called 'Kiri'. "Apologies. I never meant harm," he says, mirroring Fourthwall's same statement. "And ah, Guilds, ai? This 'art' guild sounds like it would be right down my pathway," a dry chuckle slips loose from his lips, pearlescent white canines glimpsing shyly from within his mouth. "Though I cannot see, I have had a strange knack for coming up with phrases I find clever. Philosophical, history things, I appear to be a huge buff for it all. It's good to find people who are so welcoming for once, I am thoroughly glad." Giving a tiny nod of the head, he lets his sly smirk slide gently down into a flat line once more, deep eyes gazing endlessly ahead of him.


    TAGS × "SPEECH" × VOICE REFERENCE

    YOU'RE JUST LIKE COCKROACHES — EXTERMINATION'S YOUR ONLY HOPE

    GUILD HEAD OF ARTISTRY × HISPANIC, BLIND COYOTE × PENNED BY MAGI