desolation | ruins supply raid

  • — It was very early morning. Sun yet to begin its journey through the darkened sky, the loud crickets chirped obliviously among the stealthy Ruiners. Visible by moonlight and little more, Elian led his voluntary pack through the lumbering grass toward the distant mansion. The steel wolf was accompanied by a twisted grin which was etched across his features and matched the nefarious gleam lurking behind his blue eyes. The Cartel had been silently lurking in the Ruin's blinders for quite some time now, so reminding them of their lowly place was long overdue. Rugged tail swishing from side to side, the Warlord would pause among the plains, taking in the wondrous sight about to turn extremely chaotic. The chilly air felt refreshing on his lungs, a deep breath of recuperation .. one, two, it was time.


    "Get as close to the mansion as possible before causing too much noise. Arabella H.M.N.V. , I'd like you and CRAZYDIAMOND to be in charge of herbs and drugs. Battle whoever the fuck you want on the way but try not to come home empty handed. JOY DIVISION! and jace b. ecuador-vires , same thing but with food and any weapons you can find. Psychological and I will try and lure everyone to the opposite side of the territory. Anyone else that tagged along, go wherever you think you'd help best."


    His plans were short, simple, and would hopefully prove successful enough. Having spoken them softly, he would offer a nod of conclusion before quickly padding away toward the far side of the border. He'd wait some time to allow the other Ruiners to scatter and gain some distance before he'd make his presence known. "RUINERS! LETS FUCK 'EM UP!"



    how am i supposed to feel | storage

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    Woke up in the morning feeling cynical, typical

    Frontin' about my day and feeling criminal, habitual


    grouchy ruins warlord | penned by fallen | storage




  • Loki Inferno- Ageless - Female. Vamphound.

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    jeans sag low we blow smoke out of dutches


    She was out of the mansion as usual watching the sun rise was something she enjoyed. The sound of others approaching went in heard as she wasn't suspecting anything as an attack on their supplies. He'll she had just returned from a very long death. Well not death just sleep. The vampiric hellhound had ramped her flamed mane down so being noticed wasnt a option she was pitch black sept that freckle of white on her cheeks. Ebony eyes jerked towards the south when someone unknown yelled for an attack. She sighed stepping down from the mansions steps knowing this was an ambush the oldest trick in the book but there was others in the mansion who could handle any attack if someone went in and such. She stalked the dark land moving to the front of the steel wolf. Her ebony gaze slid over his body then returned to his face. That flaming mane of hers flicked back and forth alive with eagerness. Her demon settled in her mind whispering things she preferred not to hear at the moment. She moved forward a slow saunter at first then a full out run she was crouched and kept her neck covered though the flames raced down her body like a armor of some form she still knew others who wouldn't be harmed by flames her horns and strength was her second best at his body she didn't think a bite would help so a nice tussle would wake her hungry soul. " Well then let's fight" was all she said.


  • The serval prowled behind his clanmates with an excited shimmer in his hazel eyes. His first raid with his new clanmates, huh? This was bound to be interesting. In his hometown, he'd only ever gotten into fights with his gang, but he didn't talk about them much- the scars he bore and the studs he wore were evidence enough of that, even if nobody else knew what it was all about.


    Elian barked orders to him and Arabelle (he'd seen her around, though she remained much a stranger to him; maybe this could be a bonding experience), and the serval's tail wagged. Not only would this be something to stave his homesickness, but a chance to prove himself, too.

    "Drugs and herbs, drugs and herbs... rodger that!" Zee hummed as he parted ways with the wolf, tall ears perked forward as he tried to navigate the grassy terrain. He stayed low to the ground, hoping the tall, thick stalks would hide him on top of his ebony pelt. He was safely out of the way when Loki arrived, already progressing towards the castle uninterrupted so far. Now, the issue was finding where all of the drugs and herbs were actually stored. He just hoped Arabella would have a better idea than he could.


    / tags; no more than 1 opponent at a time please!

  • the tall she-cat was right next to zee, her large ears pinned against her head. red god, was she really doing this? her heart raced inside of her chest and she took a deep breath as elian gave orders to the group. food and weapons, that's not too bad, she thought as the warlord ordered the group. at least she had jace to help her if anything went awry and at least she wasn't trying to distract the members of the cartel. fuck, my first fight! she thought with her anxiety rushing through her veins. the serval shook her head and her lanky limbs to shake out the anxiety. "got it, elian," joy division growled, swishing her stumpy tail. her amber eyes narrowed and she unsheathed her claws; she had to be ready for anything.


    she was ready for anything- or she hoped she was. the serval had no experience in fighting so she knew she was going to have to improvise. the serval parted way from zee and sprinted toward the scent of prey. the grass felt nice against her body and it certainly beat sand between her toes. the tan-and-black wildcat followed her nose to the kill pile within the mansion, her pelt prickling with fear as she navigated her way through the giant house.


    //no kill please & one opponent

    she's lost control again--

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    joy division || serval || 13 moons || npc x npc || sanguine ruins || played by czarbok || tags/info

  • Psychological Warfare

    OH, SHE'S HOT BUT A PSYCHO


    The girl would let herself sink into a crouch. Following closely after the rest. She was a distraction, huh? Seemed legit to her. She loved to cause a bit of a stir. Thus, she was excited to be a part of this. As soon as the rest were out of sight, she would teleport behind the only Cartel member there. Hello there. Think you can take us on alone? Of course she would simply teleport away if she was attacked. Then again, if she attacked a kid, she would be no better than the exiles, right?



    Speech

    I SAW THE DEVIL TODAY AND HE LOOKED A LOT LIKE ME


    jaguar \ single \ chemical warfare .x. npc \ ruthless tormentor

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Battling was not the main focus for her. The reason for them all being there was to scrounge up all the supplies they could so they could survive. Her eyes gleaned with determination as Elian announced the plan, and she quickly took to Zee's side. Once the warlord yowled out the battle cry, her and her mission partner had taken off. Arabella was rather good at being silent; she hardly talked unless she felt a necessity to do so. The kitsune remained low, her ears swiveled back as she listened to the beginning battle behind them. "We just have to find the healer's den," she murmured to Crazydiamond. The second tier's nose was lifted up, struggling to let her enhanced sense of smell focus on something besides the overwhelming scent of the Cartel.


    Eventually she had snuck her way into the mansion from some sort of back exit (or something like that) and she hurried about. The building was so large and she had stumbled into a couple of rooms, narrowly missing a few members as they rushed to the battle scene. Infiltration was a lot easier when there was a distraction made, and Elian had done that part well for them. Arabella had made her way into the basement, where she hit the "mother-load" stashed herbs. "Oh shit," she cursed at the pleasant surprise. They had been given bags to carry stuff in, and she began to stuff herbs into it. Their healer would certainly be pissed to find they had wiped whatever was here.


    /tags in sig, attack in white

    looking for heaven

    FOUND A DEVIL IN ME - tags

  • +— The Sinner +++ SIR PENTIOUS +++ The Inventor —+


    Pink hued eyes loomed suddenly from the dark gloom of the lower shelves in the medical storeroom as Penny decided to make his move. Being part of the narcotics division meant that it was not uncommon to find him in the medical supply storeroom, and it seemed that it was a good thing that he had been there in the first place considering the little 'rat' that had come sneaking in.


    The basilisk slithered silently round and he slid his body in the way of the entrance to the storeroom before rearing himself up and puffing out his flashy hood and hissing loudly as he tried to get Arabella H.M.N.V. 's attention, also hoping that his unusual patterns would give her a fright.

    "And just what do you think you're doing little missy?"

    He exclaimed loudly before he launched his head forward and attempted to catch her flank with his fangs, intending to give her a dose of venom to slow her up.


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    SIR "Penny the Edgelord" PENTIOUS

    Basilisk - Inventor - Sinner

  • "Understood," Jace comments in Elian's direction. It was different to work under Elian's orders, but Jace didn't mind. In fact, he was confident in Elian's ability as a Warlord. He follows closely by Joy, since the two were working the same task. He rushes forward, attempting to slink past whoever he could in an attempt to search for where the food and weapons were. Food would be no problem, Jace could practically smell it from a mile away.


    /open to 1 attacker, no kill pls


    [no blood, no bone, no ash]

    sanguine ruins king [leader].

    ecuador family guide

    loyalist/lifesaver/legend/socialite/taskmaster

    ex Ascended Leader, ex BloodClan scholar, ex BloodClan deputy

    current body: african lion w honey colored eyes

    accessories: tooth necklace + brown satchel

    a softie but also lowkey murderer

    tags
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  • — Delegating roles might be new to him but it wasn't like bossing others around was ever that difficult for the grump. The Cartel was a smaller threat that barely managed to creep into the Ruin's current radar of enemies, however, this was good practice for larger raids and easy pickings for supplies. The teams were unmatched and his desert followers were on that winning side. One day this puny group would bow in his presence, gravel at his paws, or maybe even look to him as a future ruler. The thought made his lips tingle with power, a nearly hysterical gleam glistening behind his blue glare. Psychological was his current backup and surely more of their members would eventually trickle to the field. Hopefully the other two teams were still doing alright too.


    The hell hound that practically metastasized before his eyes would be met without fear. The adrenaline of battle felt like bliss coursing through his veins, a wicked grin forming along his maw. Smoke would tunnel from his nostrils as his fire elemental became focused and prepared for use. Another canine of fire? Wouldn't this be a spicy party. Lunging forward, the warlord attempted to harshly barrel his enemy over. Teeth snapping, he'd flash a toothy grin before speaking, regardless of if the previous strike landed. "You don't know what you just volunteered yourself for, Scum."


    [ elian can capture her, if you want her to be < 3 ]


    how am i supposed to feel | storage

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    Woke up in the morning feeling cynical, typical

    Frontin' about my day and feeling criminal, habitual


    grouchy ruins warlord | penned by fallen | storage




  • Chemical Warfare

    STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY


    melanistic jaglion - amber eyes - male - adult - 3rd tier


    It would seem he was a 'free agent' in this fight, no command having been issued to him. And that was fine with the jaglion. Like Psy and Elian, he would provide a useful buffer of distraction between their enemies and the clanmates of his that were attempting to rob them blind- anyone who made a move for the other Ruiners would have to first face his claws and fangs in battle.


    Carefully he tracked the movements of his clan as they rushed into battle, trying to spot an opening where he could cover for a clanmates. His chance came with Arabella, when a large, nasty looking snake reared up in front of her. Spring into action the massive feline would attempt to sink his fangs deep into the serpents tail in an attempt to distract them away from their main quarry, hoping that the other Ruiner would take the chance to get by them into the store room when the basilisk turned their attention to Chem. Sir Pentious


    OOC- LOVE his name, lol serpentious


    tags

    I AM THE SICK BOY

    chemical warfare - male - jaglion -adult - biromantic - 3rd Tier of SR

    ex bloodclan leader/warmaster - ex scarclan leader

    aloof - jokester - aggressive - loyal

  • Loki Inferno- Ageless - Female. Vamphound.

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    jeans sag low we blow smoke out of dutches


    This was getting out of hand allot of the members that was once proud cartelians are now a speck here and there. She remember growing up here with a massive amount of members practically bumping into each other. She wasn't to distracted when the male aimed to barrel into her yet he would be met with ram like horns. She reared back some before connecting aiming to knock him back with her horns. Well wasnt she glad she didn't cut them down today. His teeth managed to drop some flesh causing her to lash out with her own paw attempting to slash down his muzzle. His words gave her a small chuckle while she chose to pounce back and will a few fire balls that narrowed down to bullet size. They flung from her mane like a Gatling gun. " A battle I'm guessing one I will fight till I cannot stand! " She said with a dark laugh that wasn't her own. To her this was a fight to prove she was still herself no matter if sollux rejected her becoming a vampire and Sugars death was hidden. Whisk vanished and she was left with muddle feelings. Rage fueled her flames as she shot them towards the intruder she knew she wants going to win this one but would be damned if she didn't put up a fight.


  • +— The Sinner +++ SIR PENTIOUS +++ The Inventor —+


    Pain arose from his tail as someone had the gall to bite him. A yelp escaped the basilisk, but he was not deterred from his initial attack towards Arabella. However, that didn't mean that he was just going to ignore Chem either. He wasn't a happy Cartelian, and he fully intended to start stacking up victims.

    "You dare mar my beautiful scales with your vile fangs? I find that shocking!"

    A bout of almost hysterical laughter erupted from the serpent beast as he used his electrical elemental powers to charge his scales with a nasty shock as he formed his elemental pelt, attempting to electrocute --Chemical Warfare-- to get him off his back. He hoped that it would protect him from further attacks as well.


    //Lol, thanks XD Though I can't take credit since it's a character in Hazbin Hotel.


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    SIR "Penny the Edgelord" PENTIOUS

    Basilisk - Inventor - Sinner

  • He followed close behind Arabella; she seemed to have a better idea of where they needed to be, so it was probably best that he just fall in line behind the kitsune. Eventually they both reached the storeroom, and Zee took a brief moment to both marvel and wrinkle his nose at the powerful scent. Not that it was bad, just strong.


    His attention, however, was pulled back to the situation at hand when a Cartellian made themselves known by lunging at Arabella. Luckily, another Ruiner was there to intercept, but... well, Zee was a bit conflicted. Every part of him screamed to join the fight, but he was determined to remember the task at hand: simply to steal some herbs and get the fuck out of dodge.


    Seeing that the only opposition they were facing in the storage room was occupied, Zee crouched low to the ground and stuck close to the walls, shoveling whatever he could see into his pouch. Hopefully he could remain largely undetected, and double-hopefully he could steal enough stuff to keep the Ruins healthy for a while.

  • ———— ARCHSABLE ————

    WE DON'T DEAL WITH OUTSIDERS VERY WELL

    The pup was smaller then the others, yet he felt no fear. A soft snarl escaped his maw as he inched closer to the others. Tail waving slightly as he looked at the ruiners. "Struggling so bad they have to steal from clans smaller then them. It is.. Amusing. Pathetic but amusing. Guess we should tell the other clans how low they have fallen. Turn their enemies loose on them again, no?" He taunts with malicious intent.


    "Speech."



    YOU'RE LOVIN' ON THE PSYCHOPATH SITTING NEXT TO YOU


    hellhound \ single \ adopted by breakout \ secretly a killer

  • — His rugged tail would lash to and fro, his twisted soul feeding from the adrenaline that soaked the battlefield. Her horns that clashed against his own in their scuffles left a sharp clink echoing through the warlord's blue toned ears. War was a wondrous feeling. "Embarrassing how puny your army has become, ain't it?" He'd muse devilishly, wicked grin creeping along his maw as he watched the hellhound's movements critically. He could feel the heat from her radiating flames get dangerously close, singeing sections of his steel colored fur and leaving his skin feeling rather warm.


    The comments from the pup that approached soon after were quite tempting to correct, but he was much too preoccupied swerving around the flames that continued to spew from his opponents figure. Leathery lips raising in a spiteful snarl, Elian would aim to surround the beast in fire with his own elemental manipulation. The smoke burned his nose but he'd long ago grown accustom to the strong, bitter scent. If he managed to trap his new little toy in flames, he'd quickly begin to circle the ring from the exterior until his locations was much more difficult to track. Then, he'd leap through the dancing silvery wall he'd created and attempt to snap at Loki's neck and overpower her to the floor. He refused to lose this match.


    how am i supposed to feel | storage

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    Woke up in the morning feeling cynical, typical

    Frontin' about my day and feeling criminal, habitual


    grouchy ruins warlord | penned by fallen | storage




  • Loki Inferno- Ageless - Female. Vamphound.

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    jeans sag low we blow smoke out of dutches


    Loki kept her self braced to her spot body still and swirving a bit to following his graceful moves if this wasn't and enemy should would have enjoyed a spar or two with him when ever she could get a chance. Ebony gaze haunted with what ever lurked in the deepest part of her soul sang and rejoiced at the battle it fed off the need for contact of flesh and teeth. She bit down fangs elongating while those once ebony eyes flickered from red to black. She was getting hungry for more then just the battle. The males attempt to circle her in a wall of flames caused her to stop her on slot of bullet flames she watched him move the smoke engolfed the air around them probably choking anyone other than the two. She grew up with her flamed like any cub a tuft turned into mane. She chuckled waiting for the attacking allowing his flames to guide her to him. She followed the will of the flame its cry and Joyce for its owner it reach for him without much notice yo the naked eye. She took a moment to brace for the attack. When he launched at her she didn't flinch nor move if he bit into her she would release the explosive heat in her mane hopefully burning his muzzle and maybe getting him to back off enough for her turn around and try and grab him and toss him away from her though her bite was venomous she didn't use the venom as a toxin more or less a aphrodisiac a high. She may look feminate but she was strong and could hold her own. If though she was caught in his grip she would buck like a wild ram and attempt to back slam into the ground. She heard his word but wouldn't give him a answer she only laughed during the battle a pure laugh that said she was having to much fun. Fire never scared the girl she was burnt alive by her own father who was the boss here at one point..

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ A smell had caused her to turn her head, and she ended up tilting her head up.. up.. up.. to look the basilisk in the eyes. For once her blank expression changed and her eyes widened as she could feel the impending doom. The kitsune's paws bursted up in flames as he lunged for her - and then Chem pounced. 'Thank you,' she said telepathically. She then hurried about, attempting to nudge Crazydiamond out the door as she rushed over towards the human drugs. Arabella shoved them into her bag, and then tied it around her torso.


    She would then bring up a wall of flames around Sir Pentious , unsure of whether or not he would actually be harmed. The second tier was merely giving her and her clan mates the chance to escape the giant beast. In a rush, she went running out the door in search of more supplies.

    looking for heaven

    FOUND A DEVIL IN ME - tags

  • +— The Sinner +++ SIR PENTIOUS +++ The Inventor —+


    The serpent saw Arabella moving to make a getaway and he let out a hiss of fury.

    "Get back here you little bitch!"

    He called out furiously as he moved to pursue, but he ground to a halt as the wall of fire surrounded him. For a couple of minutes he contemplated on what to do, but he eventually concluded that he could not stay there. Closing his eyes tightly, he then lunged his way through the wall of fire as he decided to give chase. The flames licked at his underbelly and left a nasty burn, but he refused to let it slow him down. He would tend to his injuries later, but right now he needed to get their supplies back.


    The basilisk crashed his way through the mansion in pursuit of Arabella H.M.N.V. , and he attempted to slam into her with his body, and if the chance presented itself he would also attempt to coil around her.

    "Now, now, little missy, don't be taking what doesn't belong to you!"

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    SIR "Penny the Edgelord" PENTIOUS

    Basilisk - Inventor - Sinner

  • — He could feel the heat as it scorched his nose and burned away the fur along his muzzle, such pain only encouraging his teeth to sink deeper. He'd allow a strong growl to rumble at this base of his throat, threatening the hound in whatever way he could to encourage a surrender. As his opponent's jaws crept around to his neck and tugged at his removal, he'd release his bite and instead return to circling the Cartel-Scum he was set on destroying. He could feel her venom ripple through his veins, a light sensation that made him feel both sedated and jittery at the same time. Ugh, what was this bullshit? Elian wasn't an idiot, he knew that overworking his body at this point would only help spread the toxins more quickly. Yet how was one going to win a battle without encouraging his heart rate much? He'd take defense for a moment, considering his options as he observed the other fiend's movements. He really needed to make his attacks count from this point on. . .


    She was very skilled and for once the Ruiner was happy with acquiring a worthy opponent. Still, he wasn't about to lose this match! He'd never used his possessions offensively but figured it was worth a shot. Using his ability, Elian aimed to press at the other's mental stability and force her from complete self-control. It wasn't his best move but it would hopefully serve as a decent distraction. Whether this worked or not, Elian would then aim to charge forward and slam Loki's head to the ground.


    how am i supposed to feel | storage

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    Woke up in the morning feeling cynical, typical

    Frontin' about my day and feeling criminal, habitual


    grouchy ruins warlord | penned by fallen | storage




  • Ugh, the sanguine ruins just contunie on to be a pain in his ass didn't they?. He had tried his very best to leave them alone despite havinh attacked two of his brothers to not get the cartel involved in a battle that was difficult for them to win but god what this people where playing with his temper right now. since he was invinsible still unable to have found a way to control his power yet it was quite easy to get himself through the battlefield especially since he had masked his own scent with his scent manipulation, a power he thankfully had full control over. Using his fire element power let it spread to surrend the mansion door with it as well as where all of thier supplies where so it wouldn't be easy to get to them at least.


    Breakout saw his thugs needed his help after all so wouldn't hesitant to get into action to help them out while ignoring the thieves. From the looks of it Penny had everything under control from his side and since he was a fucking massive snake he doubted he needed most of his help at the moment. Instead he laid his focus on ELIAN how was attacking Loki, one of thier newer members.


    He would charge straight towards him with head lowerd down as he attempted to ram his horns right into Elian's side to hopefully send him flying of from Loki and if it had worked as planned would put himself in front of the other hellhound in a protective manner. He wouldn't speak though, not going to help this bastard out to detect his location or anything of the sort. He was going to use his invinsible problem to his own advantage this time around to get this fucking assholes out from his territory. Tch. He didn't give a damn about losing some supplies not when his crewmates where in danger.


    // tag name when attacking / open for max 3 opponents / difficult to beat

    I NEVER SAID I WAS ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS.

    TAGS & INFO

    NOTE; CURRENTLY INVINSIBLE