FLY ME TO THE MOON | SR RAID

Check out this announcement about new leadership limits in Agrelos
  • She would trod over the border eyes hardened and muzzle curled, she heads through the territory that she would've never touched if Julian was still leader if things were still right and that man hadn't hurt her child. They'd ruined their peace, and Ver would fuck them up for it even if it destroyed the blooming beginning of an alliance this place had with the Veil. They never need the Thunderlands anyways, the Ruins had been their ally for as long as she'd been there from when Charlotte was still called Lastbastion and when her highest rank was that of a long time assistant deputy to the Rogues. She begins to run letting out a loud bark that sends birds flying into the sky squawking loudly as she runs farther into the territory with the war patrol. ”Do your worse Ruiners! But leave the leader to me!” she orders, it could be misconstrued as her protecting them as their leader was likely their physically strongest. This clan was small though, had been for a long time and she highly doubted they'd face any threat or massive challenge here.


    Today was a day of ensured victory. And for her ensured revenge.


    // Physically Very Difficult / Mentally Difficult / No killing, torturing, capturing - open to multiple opponents

    ”speech”tags

  • — Ugh, the Thunderlands. What a damp and dirty place. Perhaps ironic coming from someone that lived in a territory surrounded by dead bodies but, at least the desert didn't smell like musty slime. Ebony claws curling into the slick mud, a small growl would rumble from his throat. He was still in his feline body, what a shame, he probably should have switched to his wolf form before engaging a fight. Oh well, just meant he'd have to pick a smaller opponent or tag-team with someone. Bronze orbs narrowing into thin slits, the fiend would scour the trees for a potential victim.

    [ please @ when attacking ; physically difficult (for size) ; mentally difficult ]
    [ no killing, no maiming, possible capture ]


    ddc35iy-551374e1-82b2-44d4-ba4f-edacfcc4e67f.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2Q3MjU2NWM5LTcwMWEtNDY3MC05YzM5LTVjNmE2NzkxY2U1NlwvZGRjMzVpeS01NTEzNzRlMS04MmIyLTQ0ZDQtYmE0Zi1lZGFjZmNjNGU2N2YucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Ba5GC-FAUkw6OAG3WBvFmtCIlccuZ-5uwRuZDErvzfc

    *temporarily in wolf form*

    GROUCHY RUINS WARLORD

    penned by fallen | storage

  • Ver Million was tolerable. He didn't have a favorable opinion of her, due to her dabbling with the alliances and hierarchies of many different Clans. That, in his mind, was disloyalty, and he could only understand that from his long-standing single citizenship in the Thunderlands. This raid would serve to tip Ver into Deutschland's personal list of hated individuals. It must be Feliks again. Had one of Ver's poor children got caught in the crossfire of Feliks' revenge rage? He didn't care.


    These sand bitches were really running into a jungle, weren't they? A jungle he and perhaps many Thunderlanders knew like the back of their paw. Easy pickings. The small German shepherd leapt among the twisted branches, concealed by the dense foliage. He was able to watch them from above, sensing their movement. He struck a Ruiner with a lightning bolt, sending the unfortunate wretch crumbling to the ground in a stun. He raced along the branches, finally leaping down to land square on Ver Million 's shoulders and back, hoping to make her knees buckle and loose her balance. He'd make no motion to pin her down, he only wanted to stop her run from getting any further to the heart of the territory. "You're pretty late to serve up some revenge, aren't you?" Even if he had no confirmation over what had happened, he still wasn't a complete idiot. He had been captured a while back, and he was under the assumption that Feliks had gone on a little revenge streak with the Ruins because Julian was still leader, it was not surprising. Now, taking that and being under the impression that Ver, not a Sanguine Ruins leader, was heading the raid, and he could tell this was likely an act of revenge. And what is something everybody loves terribly?


    "Shit. At least Feliks was punctual with his revenge. That's pretty embarrassing. I feel bad for whatever kid of yours got pummeled by him."

    AND THE FEVER BEGAN TO SPREAD FROM MY HEART DOWN TO MY LEGS

    AND ALTHOUGH I WASN'T LOSING MY MIND IT WAS A CHORUS SO SUBLIME

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    THUNDERLANDIC MEDIC || 6 YR. EAST GERMAN SHEPHERD

    BIOGRAPHY || PLAYED BY FELIBRI

  • When standing in the ashes of dozens who'd died in the Thunderlands, he'd always been tempted to ask if living honourably mattered - but the silence would be his answer. An eye for an eye strategy was never supposed to give him the moral highground, though Feliks liked the idea of saving more souls from the grave by not risking them in battle. Often clans fought each other based on stupid reasons, often they insulted one another like it mattered, he'd seen it all and couldn't be surprised that the Ruins had finally crawled out of their wasteland. Why... why now though? He wondered. Weeks had passed since he'd shown aggression to them and he'd been as cordial as he could be to Billie, so why did they wish to break the unofficial ceasefire now? The Chief's ears flicked. Leave the leader to me. Ah, right, Ver wanted to plant her dirty paws into another clan's roots. She had to know he wouldn't budge on the matter, he refused to believe that she had not seen his hardiness when he visited her with alliance news. Then again, those obsessed with power don't normally pay attention to anything but themselves.


    In the brief quiet a sound reminiscent of twigs snapping could be heard, a yell for help cut off by the noise. Out of the bushes the wolf walked, a body hanging limp in his jaws with its head twisted to a near 180 degree angle. He turned, showing off a small wound the feline had made by lunging for him, before dropping the corpse at his own paws. Feliks didn't know them, and with patronage seeping out of the Ruin's core he doubted anyone would care either. What a joke. "Thunderlands! Defend yourselves, the rats have come crawling," he called, nostrils flared at the scent. Deutschland's comments caused his tail to twitch in amusement, unable to hold back the urge to quip too. "She fucked up two alliances and a neutrality just to try and get a shot at me, you sure are cruel for denying her that,". Even if she went for him... Feliks had no interest in fighting someone solely interested in revenge. To kill them in battle wouldn't be justice for challenging him, making them wait and sweat like pigs in a slaughter factory was far more punishing. Scent enhance turned on, he'd search around for another opponent.

    CUT MYSELF ON ANGEL HAIR AND BABY'S BREATH

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / THE THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • This was the moment they've all been waiting for, what hes been anxiously waiting for. The thundering of paws against the sodden earth sent shivers up the medics spine, the ruiners around them filed through the foreign fields like soldiers -- veterans to the prospect of battle. Dreampaw was strangling behind as usual, his paws fumbling over one another as he tried to get a footnote over the difficult terrain. He was nervous to say the least, nervous to fuck up, nervous to leave an improper mark on the ruins, nervous to let his father down. His face scrunched inward as the look of determination flashing across his youthful features, he'll make them proud, he'll make them all proud.


    Once Ver charged into the mass the smaller apprentice took his opportunity to slink toward the side, his body pressed against the earth below in order to try and slip into the shadowy comfort of a nearby shrub. His ears would prick upward and tentatively twitch at the unfamiliar voices, his ears keenly keeping track of any stray paw steps that might be headed in his direction.


    [physically medium \ mentally very hard \ no kill/maim \ maybe for capture]


    AND HEAR MY BEATING HEART ONE LAST TIME

    DREAMWARD DRACHEN SANGUINE RUINS TAGS PENNED BY @/CHUMMY

    (art belongs to its rightful owner)

  • There was still people here that Ver respected though most had faded away or ceased to hold much status any longer, Deutschland was one of the few she'd known the longest and she'd respect the man. Though with age, with being as experienced and in comparison elderly compared to the youth of Agrelo's he was stuck in the past most likely, a shame really but Ver found that she rarely got along with those who were past their prime. Barghest and Damion were others of the same boat though in her opinion worse. She still doesn't hate Deutschland has no reason to, pity's him much more than she wants to hurt him as he comes crashing from the trees.


    She groans at his words as she slides on the ground paws trembling with the wait as they spread beneath her claws still ragged and growing clawing into the ground. She's glad her legs didn't bend, otherwise she'd be coming home in a caste. ”Oh shut up, didn't see you come to the ruins to sate your revenge. Your little boyfriend had to do it for you, how much did you suck him off for that little stunt eh?” she snarls beneath her breath mocking him though the assumption is mostly what she thinks, they're similar in age aren't they? she stands herself onto her hinds standing tall and raising out her wings in an attempt to get him off, it would hurt of course though the shepherd weighs less than she does. ”Go back to your retirement home pops, before you get hurt” she has no need to bludgeon or beat him to a pulp, doesn't want to anyway. Though she is mighty tempted to rip out a few teeth just for bringing up her child. At the very least the Ruins had the balls to go after an adult, a trained experienced one rather than preying on a defenseless medics apprentice.


    She hadn't known about what they'd done, Merlot hadn't said a word to her till later after her vision had already been seen. She would've been here earlier if she knew but saying as much would do them all more harm then good. She didn't give a fuck about status, about her glory or prestige (her ranks always were bestowed on her never chosen by her paw, she did as she was told guided by members who knew more than her) but she did give a serious fuck about her family and she would turn her back on the world if it mean't protecting them. If it got her killed so be it, she'd die for a good reason. Then Felik's comes and her teeth glimmer in the dapples of sunshine in the dense jungle ”Shove your alliances up your ass! Who needs a clan led by a child-beater for an ally anyway? your clan was better off when it was all scorched, desolate and broken!” she taunts ”What was Julian thinking appointing you as leader, how much lower can the Thunderlands go eh?” she thought it would go into a renaissance with the bonds they were making with a leader she could say she knew and liked.


    regardless if Deutsch was thrown off her or not she would burst into a run with or without him on her to attempt to throw herself at Feliks' if she landed she would try to bury her jaws in the side of his neck.


    // attacking: DEUTSCHLAND and FELIKS

    ”speech”tags

  • "How bored must you be?" Rhetorical question rings out though he talks more to himself than those invading his home, pale dobermann freely allowing frown to make itself known across his features. Never had he been one for fighting, taking up the role of Thunderguard when offered choice primarily due to his lack of a drive to bring harm to others. Royal researcher had dedicated his entire existence to examining the wonders of life and so, fighting his now battles had never been a problem. There had always been someone else willing to step in front of him and take matters into their own hands regardless of whether he wanted them to do so or not. After all, fighting was the weakling's way or dealing with problems. They were all adults here, at least he certainly hoped so, and could have easily talked things through despite what had occurred to trigger them to resort to such a drastic outcome.


    An eye for an eye. Mere idea that others genuinely believed revenge in the form of bloodshed was necessary seems absolutely ridiculous to him. But all the same, he understands it. Or, at least, he can comprehend the flawed reasoning behind it and twisted thought process causing such an event to take place. When one feels as though they are superior to others, they will act as they please, crush whoever they please, without seeing reason. Failure to feel remorse in their actions towards anyone else, such individuals will go on to act out repeatedly against those that hold differing opinion or do something that they dislike simply to keep themselves feeling as though they matter. Ass own as they feel like they have been wronged, conclusion is somehow drawn within their minds that they must act out to retain a sense of control without even bothering to try and find logic in the actions taken against them. Hence, it is the solution only found in the minds of those too pathetic to come up with mature methods.


    Dishing out justice as one pleases... such holier-than-thou bullshit... it really pissed him off.


    Although Feliks' words which ring loud and clear within his ears ( ' Defend yourself, the rats have come crawling ' ), Avilius makes no move towards anyone. In fact, he does not even give any kind of a sign that he is willing to hurt anyone even as forces surge around him. Watching desert dwelling folk attempt to manoeuvre tropical forest that the Thunderlanders know so well is of somewhat amusement to him though he fails to crack a smile as he might have done. Instead, he clicks his tongue and lingers within the undergrowth, mounting distaste flickering, bright burning flame, within merlot gaze. Watching these barbaric creatures invade his home with their disgusting desire to lay waste to all that they touched, he would be a fool to deny that it was angering him.


    Avilius is angry. It's not he first time that he has felt such rage searing through his veins as white hot ichor. No, he has felt this burn before and it had nearly swallowed him whole back then. Since coming to the Thunderlands though, he had not felt the tempting embrace of such negativity because this place had become almost a sanctuary for him. Save haven of relative peace which was being ruined right before his very eyes by those too stubborn to see sense. Apparent host of this particular raid certainly has a lot to say and the way she addresses the situation boils his blood further because there was just no need for any of this. But, difference between now and past encounters with spirit of ire? He refuses to give in to it no matter how much it wells up within him, scalding bitterness. Avilius will not, will never make the first move in situations such as this because doing that will just give these savages what they want and he is not one for pleasing others.


    [ physically moderate (though may become difficult should he resort to desperate measures) / mentally difficult / no killing/maiming/capturing && will not kill/maim/capture ]

    I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT THE COLD HEARTED AUDIENCE ANYMORE!

    look, even the spotlight is out of place, holding still on the seats                                           penned by renaismic, tags

  • YOUR ONE AND ONLY PLEASURE


    SPEECH

    The jungle seemed more like a place where a creature like Damia would be. Nice tall trees for climbing and whatnot, though her pelt stood out against the greenery like a sore thumb, and she couldn't really fly in the thick foliage. But it wasn't so she didn't care, nor did she give a damn about its residents. She had no clue who the Thunderlands were, and she didn't care. All she was thinking about was sinking her claws into someone for a little stress relief for the torturous niceness that was ahead of her in the Sanguine Ruins. And to up her cred, of course.

    Strolling into the battlefield, she hummed a little tune, steps bouncy as she searched for an opponent. So far, no one really caught her interest. Damia wanted a little bit of danger, not a play toy. So when she saw Deutschland attacking Ver, she decided he'd be her target. Stretching her limbs, her pace would quicken to a trot only to break out into a full sprint as she bolted towards the canine and would pounce towards DEUTSCHLAND aiming to wrap her paws around his body in order to bring him down. Canines flashing, she'd aim to bite into his shoulder hard, though she refrained from releasing any venom into his system. Whether or not she was successful, she would quickly remove herself from the male, flashing him a cold, unwelcoming smile.

    "What an old dog," she'd laugh. "Anata wa oka reru hitsuyō ga arimasu."


    //trans: you need to be put down.

    // physically very difficult / mentally difficult / not open to killing, capturing, or maiming / will kill or maim others / open to multiple opponents


    ALL DECKED IN LACE AND LEATHER

    I BET SHE COULD NEVER MAKE YOU CRY

    ( CAUSE THE SCARS ON YOUR HEART ARE STILL MINE )

    damia sanguine ruins first tier tags penned by bastet

  • I'LL STAY WITH YOU - FOR THE REST OF TIME.


    This couldn't be happening, why? Why did they have to ruin what recovery they were still having. She had just found them all again, she had wanted everything to just stay the same. Yet, these creatures, decided they couldn't settle by talking, that they couldn't just leave things to be. That they had to be like the rouges of the stories of old. "Tine smyorfin, why? Why does this have to be?", she would speak aloud, not caring if she was heard or that she had accidentally slipped part of her verbiage into the old wolven one. She didn't understand why such an attack had to be necessary, why these people had to raid not for their goal, but for the innocent blood that lied within this still healing clan. The frost was beginning to build back upon her right paw. After it had finally cleared from the sweet warmth of the night before. Why now did the world have to drown itself.


    // Physically Medium / Mentally Medium / Not open to killing, capturing, or maiming / Will not kill or maim others


    "Speech."

    ( LAIKA E. // TAGS  // 16 Moons // Child of Ventus and Kate)

  • She talked, but he found the words to be exasperated and angry... then accusatory. He gave a glance to his clanmates, gauging for reactions on her comments and finding a great relief when there wasn't much. They believed in him, Feliks had been relatively honest about the way his name had been dragged through the dirt and these tame and false charges did not stir them. His face once twisted with humour began to neutralise, an unfortunate side effect of suppressed memories, but he wasn't done talking. He couldn't be, he heard his clanmates behind him and though they saw through her lies some still held the same questions he did - why? "This is a clan that has no rules against the murder of children, this is a clan who's lead by those who've enabled the torture of Cartellian youth. And I do mean younger than six months, not whatever made up number this cur has made to make me look bad,". If they allowed kitten and puppy genocide, it was no doubt they'd find a way to ravage war on an unassuming neutral. It was the natural nature of AntiClanners - he'd know, he was one.


    He gained nothing from fighting the shepherd, she gained nothing fighting him, but still Ver charged. Her betrayal had been obvious, she'd sent invites for an event to all clans but the Thunderlands before the raid, but her desperate lunge felt more obvious than that. Five years he'd spent fighting creatures like this, they were all so aggressive with their movements, he bent his legs in preparation. When Ver Million got close enough the wolf swiveled his whole body around, paws turning into hooves as he shapeshifted into a zebra. He kicked out, aiming to hit the Ruiner with his glorious feet. He ran forwards after bucking, morphing back to his normal form when he got the chance. "Leave. I will not fight a hound clouded by desires of revenge when they're the ones that tortured our medic first,". If he'd said it before he'd said it a thousand times - he'd done enough to the Ruins to justify never settling on their lands again. He'd harmed an apprentice then killed someone in self-defence, there was no need to push the boundaries further. After the Exiles... and though his body shuddered at the memories... he needed to limit himself.

    CUT MYSELF ON ANGEL HAIR AND BABY'S BREATH

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / THE THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • It was all the shouting and the sounds that had risen the dog from his slumber. It was a bit unlike him to sleep during the day, but he supposed that was what he got for staying up later than usual. His head shot up at the shouts, the scent of a foreign group filling his nostrils. It was raid, that much he knew. Without much more of a thought, the horned man slipped out from his place and rushed towards the scene, a growl reverberating from his throat. It seemed they were outnumbered, but while they lacked in numbers, they had spirit. His amber eye scanned over the scene, taking a quick examination of how many enemies there were and who was battling who. Ellijah's focus shifted to LACHESIS D. GURGESS as the other dove towards his father. Lowering his head, the male sprung forward, aiming to slam his horns into the leopard in hopes of derailing her from her attack.


    [ no kill, capture - average difficulty - will not kill - open to several opponents. ]

    BATHE IN THE LIGHT OF A TRASH FIRE

    SEE THE STARS THROUGH THE EYES OF A VAMPIRE


    INFORMATION | THUNDERLANDS | PLAYED BY DARCIA

  • This leader sure spoke a lot of useless drivel, Cartellian youth? Who the fuck was he even talking about? They hadn't bothered the Cartel extensively since their last raid, the only true thing he brings up is a rule that she'd been gunning to get changed. She fucking hated harming children regardless, didn't partake or allow it if she could prevent it. No one below the age of 12 months should be subjugated to it unless they decided to venture into the world of adults by torturing and killing. There was exceptions of course but even still no child should be a scapegoat for the crimes of their parents. ”Oh say whatever makes you sleep at night mother-fucker.” she snarls ”Six months, seven months tell me what exactly makes them any more mature just from a month?”


    Ver didn't care for anticlan, proclan politics they were bullshit and she'd only abided by what she believed and and felt rectified in doing. Unassuming neutral if that's what they wanted to call themselves than so be it, they'd be little to nothing more than a distant memory if the Ruins truly wanted them to be. The Thunderlands had been on it's last leg for as long as she could remember, from the day she first came here on an ambassador visit. But she doesn't have time to think into their weakness when Felik's form changes she halts thinking on her feet not dumb enough to stay in hopes of fighting back against a move like that rolling onto the ground as the hoof comes towards her narrowly missing a bludgeoning that could've left her with a nasty concussion or worst. She lays on the ground a moment panting as she heatedly stares him down before getting back on her feet shaking the mud from her fur as he speaks, a hound clouded by revenge. How fucking rich coming from this mutt. Neither of them would be here to fight a "hound clouded by revenge" if he hadn't decided to fuck with her child instead of going for the torturer of his medic. ”Pussy” she barks maw curling upwards as she chants it again and again ”Pussy, pussy, pussy” her head shakes and she would take a slow step forward head tilting and eyes narrowed yet glimmering with bitter amusement. ”Why don't you lay down pussy-boy so I can take your throat back to my Queen huh? We don't need to fight” she smirks before rushing again she would attempt to headbutt him squarely in the chest harshly.


    // FELIKS

    ”speech”tags

  • "Ya, 'cause that's not really my style." Some things never changed. When he was leader, most of his political moves made a direct impact on the community. Unless he really knew what he was doing, he rarely tried to pick fights by himself. He didn't want to stoop himself to Ver's level. He was loosing hope of ever seeing Feliciano again and he didn't appreciate being called a cock-sucker, no matter how much he liked Feliks. "It's called comradery. You wouldn't know that with all of your paws stuck in different Clans." He could agree with having an ancient mindset and caught up with the past, a sort of conservative.


    He slid off her back, almost willingly. It wasn't much of an attack, and he figured she would go after Feliks anyway. Strong words for someone who maimed a Pomeranian's tongue with lightning, but he didn't have enough evidence apart from the situation at the healer gathering to make a conclusion. If Ellijah was unsuccessful, the attack from Damia would likely land because he would still be occupied with Ver. There was one thing that was setting him off edge. Did he look so old? Sure he was more rugged and worn than he was when he was younger, but he needed to have a look in the mirror for gray hair.


    "Next person who makes a comment about my age is getting fucking gutted." He snarled, hackles raising. He was not old. Yes, he was turning seven in October, but he refused to think that he was slowing down. Only Deutschland could make fun of his age.

    AND THE FEVER BEGAN TO SPREAD FROM MY HEART DOWN TO MY LEGS

    AND ALTHOUGH I WASN'T LOSING MY MIND IT WAS A CHORUS SO SUBLIME

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    THUNDERLANDIC MEDIC || 6 YR. EAST GERMAN SHEPHERD

    BIOGRAPHY || PLAYED BY FELIBRI

  • YOUR ONE AND ONLY PLEASURE


    SPEECH

    Thanks the gods or whatever the fuck for feline reflexes because had the leopardess not twisted slightly upon seeing the horns in her corner eye, she would have been impaled like a kebab on a stick. Though, her attack had been completely foiled in the process of avoiding the horns. Turning to the other shepherd, her eyes would narrow in annoyance. "Grandpa, go take a nap. I know seniors get cranky when they're tired," she'd call over her shoulder, not being able to resist the taunt after he made it clear not to do so. She then turned back to ELLIJAH , giving the other canine her full attention. Crouching, she would feign leaping directly towards him only to bound up a tree, leaping from the trunk beside him to a tree behind the shepherd to then pounce on his back, hoping to sink her teeth into the flesh between his shoulder blades to release a bit of venom into his bloodstream to cause mild pain or scrape her blood red claws across his shoulders.


    ALL DECKED IN LACE AND LEATHER

    I BET SHE COULD NEVER MAKE YOU CRY

    ( CAUSE THE SCARS ON YOUR HEART ARE STILL MINE )

    damia sanguine ruins first tier tags penned by bastet

  • silk was not a fighter, was notan advocate of fighting, and he surely was not built to fight. the raid took him by surprise considering the fact he had no clue why it was happening. he would've gone and hided himself, a place where no one would find him but his paws grounded him to the ground. his stunned state making him vulnerable.


    // hard physically ; easy mentally ; no kill/maim ; capturing possibly allowed ; if attacking highlight w/ #d4bd4d & tag //


    "speech. "

    \ THROUGH YOU, ALL THE DAYS WERE BEAUTIFUL \ TAGS

    just like how falling flower petals greet,

    ——— ⋆ i’m smiling with lonely tears

  • WE WILL STUMBLE THROUGH HEAVEN.

    Morphineblast was swift to follow behind his son, taking position near the boy from the rear so that he could not be ambushed from behind - the third tier would not allow it. "Alright, boy, who should we go for?" the tuxedo grinned almost excitedly, a certain smugness glowing in pale pink visionaries as they danced frantically around the battlefield. It was then that he realised Dreampaw could not see, so Morphineblast added, "How about a fox, hm? You think you can handle that kid? I'll be there to help if you need it" he spoke with reference to Silkthread.

    TGoCKT4.png

    I'M THE KING, YOU'RE THE QUEEN
    AND MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON

    STORAGE | PINTEREST BOARD | PENNED BY MONACO


  • An amber eye remained locked onto the leopard as she went up the tree, watching to see where she would go. He knew the land better than any of the ruiners here, thus he felt a bit confident. Ellijah parted his jaws, a plume a black smoke exiting his jaws. For a second, he contemplated on using his powers, but he knew that would lead to more chaos than he wanted to cause. Ellijah made no attempt to dodge and merely grimaced as the feline bit into him. In comparison to loosing his eye, the pain was nearly not as bad. As the weight of LACHESIS D. GURGESS , Ellijah allowed his body to collapse under the weight, only to barrel roll out from under the cat last moment. He was not as agile nor as fast as the leopard, but he would try his best to hold his own. After rolling away from the cat, he dug his paw into the dirt and threw a mass of it in the cat's direction in an attempt to momentarily blind the other before rushing forward to try to sink he teeth into the side of the other's neck.

    BATHE IN THE LIGHT OF A TRASH FIRE

    SEE THE STARS THROUGH THE EYES OF A VAMPIRE


    INFORMATION | THUNDERLANDS | PLAYED BY DARCIA

  • don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright? —— tags


    It was only fitting that they were present, considering they were a large part of why Ver had chosen to raid the Thunderlands in the first place. Merlot followed after everyone else quietly, having brought herbs along in order to do their job when the time came. The dark red savannah stayed back from the conflict currently going on; they didn't want a repeat of being attacked by one of the creatures here. They let their gaze wander, waiting for their assistance to be needed.

    Merlot.png

    I AM NOT THE ONE YOU WANTED HERE

    BUT I WILL FILL MY POST —— ☾*:

    MERLOT T.M. / SANGUINE RUINS / MYSTIFY / ART BY DALARNA

  • in my darkest hours i could not foresee

    The apprentice would stroll onto the battle ground and look at the attackers. Excitement pumping through her very body. Oh. Look! Can I drink them dry mister Feliks? They might taste bad, but it seems fitting for them! She yipped like a puppy as she looked to her leader a moment. Keeping her guard up for an attack.


    speaking - tags


    that the tide could turn so fast to this degree

    sanctus espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour

    sanctus espiritus, insanity is all around us

    sanctus espiritus, is this what we deserve