๐‘ท๐‘ผ๐‘ป ๐’€๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘น ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ซ๐‘บ ๐‘ถ๐‘ต โ˜ ๏ธŽโ˜ ๏ธŽโ˜ ๏ธŽ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง

  • It'd been over a year since he disappeared โ€” were any of his friends still alive or living with the Painted Brigade? Their names died before they reached the tip of his tongue. He couldn't remember them. He had no idea who they'd been. Months ago he'd gone out walking and fallen. He'd ended up hitting his head and waking up not able to remember anything. So he went off by himself and lived in no territory, slivers that were hidden and such. It hadn't taken him over a year to get his memory back. No, he wouldn't lie and pretend that that was the reason why he was gone so long. He'd found a guy. Not in a romantic way, but he found a guy. He went by Atlas Everton Salvum, and they soon realized they were half-brothers and they shared their stories of a few months together. Evan learned everything about his absent father and Atlas learned that his father hadn't been the good guy he thought. Their shared father was a cheater, not some great guy. Evan told his new blood everything to do with their deceased sibling. He told him how great Bloodwarden had been and showed the red tie that Evan fought for. Atlas took that tie and wore it the same way War did, and Evan really liked that. It seemed right, it seemed like a thing that had to happen. The truth wasn't that Evan was returning because he missed his home, no he was returning because something had happened a few weeks ago. Atlas disappeared and Evan had to assume he died. So he did the only thing he knew how to do and returned to the Painted Brigade.


    Standing on the border brought everything back, but honestly, he was glad he was home.


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    ๐ƒ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‚๐‡๐€๐Œ๐๐€๐†๐๐„ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐„๐’๐‚๐€๐๐„
    ๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ด๐’€ ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ฉ๐‘ณ๐‘ฌ๐‘บ ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ซ๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ต

    painted brigade โ€” 2 years old โ€” roleplayed by zhar!


  • "And you are?" The voice of the tall stallion finally spoke out as he came upon the individual. Some time he had been watching the border and he was quickly finding the lack of entertainment quite loathsome. Still there had been someone that was seeking something for they waited at what they claimed was the beginning of their territory. So he had stepped forth and the ethereal equine would stand there now, looking down at the individual with a curious yet almost guarded stare. His snout twitched as if it would curl in disdain. "You have business with the Brigade I would assume. So spit it out." The unicorn flicked his lion like tail before he gave a small tap of his hoof, shifting so that he could rest his weight more evenly as he waited for the other to answer the question. After all those that waited were treated with more....welcome than others who simply crossed it. Or at least that was the behavior he witnessed from the invaders.

    โ€ข * โ‚Š ยฐ ใ€‚WARSONG

    ONCE A BEAUTY, ALWAYS ONE โ”โ” โœฉ ref

  • โœฆ โœง โœฆ The hellhound slips up beside Warsong, remaining silent as he does so. There's nothing for him to add on, and it seemed like Warsong had covered the case. Oz's cold gaze fixates on the stranger, harsh and endearing.

    I MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL INSIDE

    Ozymandias "Oz" Halcyon โ˜† Painted Brigade Golden Lieutenantโ˜† Hellhound โ˜† PENNED BY DREAVYN

    Kingpin x NPC | tags

  • He doesn't know these two. They don't offer names and they look standoffish. That's usually how they do when they found someone. They aren't familiar to him, and they aren't trying to be. They're just talking and addressing him. The first man is a unicorn, the second one is a hellhound. "Evantaresque Mollispero, hopefully returning home after a year. Former hitman and physician's assistant here." Specialized in both fighting and medicine. He was both a high position tasked with keeping the clan safe and a semi high position entrusted with the special knowledge of medicine. The Doberman keeps his stance and lets his eyes lock purposely with the other. He had to remain strong if he could even ask them to consider taking him back. But first he had to make it clear that he wasn't a traitor, he didn't abandon them purposely in their time of need.
    "I didn't willing leave. I would never do that to the Painted Brigade. I lost my memory, didn't fully know who I was until a little bit ago."


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    ๐ƒ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‚๐‡๐€๐Œ๐๐€๐†๐๐„ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐„๐’๐‚๐€๐๐„
    ๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ด๐’€ ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ฉ๐‘ณ๐‘ฌ๐‘บ ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ซ๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ต

    painted brigade โ€” 2 years old โ€” roleplayed by zhar!


  • Following the others to the border, he would stumble upon the joiner, a wild ride of a story spewing from his jaws. "Huh. Interesting story ya got there partner." Red would mumble as he approached, unsure of whether or not this guy was being completely honest. Then again, he could really care less about whether or not he was being honest. It seemed like the group could use the numbers, so why not allow him to stay regardless? Watching carefully, Texasred would wait to see what the other members had to say before butting in himself.


    โ”โ”โ”โ” HE WAS VICIOUS AND A KILLER

    THE NOTCHES ON HIS PISTOL NUMBERED ONE AND NINETEEN MORE *:ใƒป๏พŸโœง*:ใƒป๏พŸโœง

    texasred | painted brigade member | coywolf | tags

  • The palefurred Doberman watched as another guy approached them, a horse. "Interesting? I'd say saddening." If it was anyone other than Evan, or maybe if he didn't have an audience, he'd be crying now. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowed trying not to let them water. The question- the painful question. "Are- are any of my friends still here? Do the names Technicolor and Cain ring a bell?" Technicolor, slightly younger than him but they became physician's assistants together under Cain. "Or Partypoison... I know they disappeared but did they return is my real question. Last time I was living here, Kingpin and Bridalveil had just become the leaders." He needed to know what had happened to his friends. He needed to know now.


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    ๐ƒ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‚๐‡๐€๐Œ๐๐€๐†๐๐„ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐„๐’๐‚๐€๐๐„
    ๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ด๐’€ ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ฉ๐‘ณ๐‘ฌ๐‘บ ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ซ๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ต

    painted brigade โ€” 2 years old โ€” roleplayed by zhar!


  • โœฆ โœง โœฆ "Kingpin was my father." Oz says with a grunt, lifting his head. He hadn't expected the stranger to be this old. Normally, Oz would have left by now, but the thought that Evan knew his father was intriguing. "Haven't heard of any of those other individuals, though. Name's Oz, current deputy here." He introduces himself with a nod of his head.

    I MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL INSIDE

    Ozymandias "Oz" Halcyon โ˜† Painted Brigade Golden Lieutenantโ˜† Hellhound โ˜† PENNED BY DREAVYN

    Kingpin x NPC | tags