† . π—ͺπ—˜π—˜π—• 𝗒𝗑 π— π—”π—œπ—‘ ( 𝗼, 𝗷𝗼𝗢𝗻𝗢𝗻𝗴 )

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    ☾ : Look who was moving on once again. Ikeasbitch had first lived in Solaris Kingdom as a Morningstar, but soon the responsibility of being the head of war had been too much for his little brain to handle ; so the only solution was for him to disappear off the face of the planet for a year to recoup. At least, he remembered it being a year - was it more? Less? Who the hell knew, and he didn't care enough to think about it. Whatever, sometime during that time his kids had been born and that took up most of his time. But he wasn't even there for them most of the time, too "busy" doing his own stuff to ever really check up on them. In all honesty, being a father terrified him too much to be around. He was scared of turning into his own father, who had mentally and physically abused him and his twin brother throughout their childhood ; and instead of facing his fears, he ran away from them, and soiled whatever relationship he could have had with his sons. And believe it or not, the thought actually hurt his seemingly small heart ( which was three sizes two big, he would think to himself with a snort as he addressed the movie he had seen many moons ago ) and he once again ran away from his responsibilities. He had left to the Drowned Rift - at the time the Drowned Empire - which was almost too quiet to his liking though peaceful ( he also had a new high position there and wanted to try to escape it ), so he tried his hand at a dual alliance with the Dark Dynasty. Both had kept him at bay for their time, but he packed his bags and left after a few months.


    That's why he found himself traveling towards Painted Brigade territory ; an enemy to the Dark Dynasty, but the older male had never had any loyalty for any group that he had lived in - it was why he was able to leave with such ease. But it had been hard leaving the Drowned Rift, leaving the kid he had been hired to take care of. Amaranthine had trusted him with his son, to protect him when he couldn't in the Coven of Elysia, but before he had been able to take up Kea's mantle and join the Drowned Rift he had been . . . brutally killed. Cums - he was horrible with nicknames he came up with, and gave the Penumbra's son the nickname without much of a thought - had taken awhile to recover and for all he knew the anxious kid still was, but he couldn't handle seeing him like that anymore, to be caught up in so much . . . drama for a family he didn't even know. He had been getting to know the kid well, but figured it was best for him to leave the scene and have him recover on his own. How else would he grow?


    But pain still stabbed him as paws and hooves dragged him through meadows to the border that was edging ever so closely. During his travels he had shapeshifted once again into that of an . . . extremely odd hybrid. Having hosted a cat and alligator beforehand from the effects of his shapeshifting, he eventually came to the realization that maybe his power was a bit . . . broken. He had been left in the form of a sheep / wolf hybrid and it was . . . just . . . interesting. He held the lithe, tall stature of a wolf, but his limbs were that of a sheep's, long and cream colored, his ears and horns reflected off of a sheep's as well. However, his black horns were unique - he had two sets of them, one on top of his head, long and pointed, while the other came from the side, curling in below his neck. His face was in the shape of a sheep's, mouth full of daggered teeth and resembling a wolf's. His eyes we're green, though would sometimes seem to change colors depending on the way the light hit them, and held sheep pupils. His tail was a dark brown wolf's tail, and the color spread from there to his face, only on the top of his back and splitting at his nose. The thick cream white stripe that went up his nose grew into spiky brown fur over his neck, the bottom of his neck white as well as his underbelly. In hindsight, it resembled something of this since it took so fucking long to explain, void of any spots.


    The black hooves crunched the ground beneath him as he breathed out of his mouth, long tongue lolling out as he panted. Why did he do this to himself, seriously? It would've been much easier to just have stayed where he was. But no, he had to keep on moving - the border was right there. In a few long minutes he plopped on the ground in front of the border, flanks heaving as he kept his mouth open to try and get more breaths in. "Helvete, det var helvetet." The Swedish hybrid would groan to himself, laying there after rolling on his back before getting to his paws - er, hooves. He hated this new body, but he was stuck in it for a bit until his power fixed itself. Sitting down again to brush off his fur, he'd roll his eyes as he spoke. "Hej, I'm Ikeasbitch Fazbear-Kjellberg," he hated his last names, but figured he'd stick to them because it was really all he had, "blah blah blah. Forget the fuckin' formalities, I'm just here to stick myself in ya ranks for the time bein' - if you'll have me." In no way did Kea blame them if they turned him away, if he were them he would in a heartbeat - but he'd like to at least see what this clan was made of before dipping off again.

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  • she had been more careful when coming around the border now. bandages wrapped around the leg that a leech had attached itself from a trap of a gift basket. while the newcomer was no basket, they could be a trap nonetheless.


    but did she have the authority to turn him away? she wasn't even sure even though the female barely made note of her supposed "authority" for being higher in the ranks. blue eyes briefly narrowed at him, taking note of the strange body that he found himself in. a sheep in wolf's clothing or was it a wolf in sheep's clothing? that'd be a good question to mull over for a while. "mmm... you can come in then," she meowed considering he answered everything already. "mmm... i'm temperance, you'll meet the others... mm... eventually."


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  • ✦ ✧ ✦A joiner? The hellhound walks up beside Temperance, his gaze locked onto the stranger. He nods his head towards them. "Welcome." He states coldly, his blank gaze drifting. "Name's Oz. Make yourself at home." The hound mumbles under his breath. That was a good enough introduction for him - short and sweet.

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    Ozymandias "Oz" Halcyon β˜† Painted Brigade Golden Lieutenantβ˜† Hellhound β˜† PENNED BY DREAVYN

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  • short and sweet - Oz was more tall and bitter in stat's opinion. he was determined, though, small lip-curl occurring as they remembered that spar they had won. but not strong enough to win. "would you like a tour, Ikeasbitch Fazbear-Kjellberg?" they asked, not really fully introduced yet to the concept of first and last names and their nuances. sure, their name was short, but Ozymandias was fairly long, as was Temperance. they, for one, didn't know the difference between the four and six syllables between the Golden Lieutenant's name and the newcomer's. they simply stood beside Oz and stared at Kea, waiting for an answer with unblinking brown eyes. they were quite menacing, with one and a half shaven arms decorated with tattoos and scars.


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  • "Maybe I'm a good guy"

    "Standing on the wrong side" β€” Snowbelle


    "W-welcome" the Pharoah hounded stated calmly. Yet antoher joiner, were they actually going to do what they say? Or fade into the background like so many? She adjusted her glasses and examine Ikea coolly before glancing away, they have hardly getting any joiners as of late and it wasn't as if she minded it at all.


    "No time on the clock, it's a bloodshot"

    "Speak" "Thoughts"

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    A yawn quickly escaped him as he waited, foot tapping the ground gently with a bored enthusiasm. He had only been here for a few moments and found himself bored, how enjoyable. But Temperance was a sight for sore eyes as the bandaged Bronze Officer made her way over, happy to finally be greeted for the limited amount of time he had been here. "Good, because I'm not about to be in another dead ass clan," he said despite knowing the group was only a bit more active than the Drowned Empire and Dark Dynasty had been. Sure, Solaris Kingdom had been busy, but too damn busy for his taste.


    Lifting an eyebrow Oz's way, Kea snorted as he lifted his paw and rolled it forward for a moment, followed by a scoff. "'Ight Ozzykins, I see you're very good at introductions," the words slipped off his long tongue with ease as it lolled out of his mouth, shoulders rolling in order to get a satisfying crack from them as tension escaped via gas between his bones. He always used nicknames for anyone he met, and refused to call them by whatever the fuck name they went by. He wasn't much for caring about others thoughts on the matter, either. He even gave his own sons the shittiest nicknames, like "Lickass" and "Kachow." Wasn't he such a loving, great father?


    At the mention of a tour, a snort left him this time as his full name left Static's lips, shaking his head. "Nah, I'll figure this shit out on my own. And just call me Kea, no need for the fuckin' . . . full ass name thing. I did say fuck formalities, didn't I?" The hybrid would look to the first two for confirmation as Snowbelle approached. "Uh, thanks I guess," he normally expected more from those who came towards him, like a question of where the fuck his name came from, if someone with his name was trustworthy enough, shit like that. Just "welcome" was a nice change of pace.

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