Posts by Goldstripe22

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  • THE UNDYING BROMANCE / OPEN, RUSS

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Elphie half smiled at the maned wolf, for she was not accustomed to receiving peaise. It was a nice feeling, however - one she hoped to encounter again. She had no regrets over the dare she had given Tiresias; the result was actually quite amusing. There, before her, was a duo of hot and bothered men, along with two others that seemed intrigued bby the offer of a foursome. Bloodclan was fucking wierd. Eh, to each his own, she supposed.

  • so stand in the rain [ private ] stand your ground

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]He was clearly larger than she, an obvious disadvantage. No matter, she was trained in self defense and in telepathy. "Are you mentally impaired or just plain stupid? There is no 'passing through' an enemy clan's territory." Fairypaw hissed. She knew exactly where he was from and after being held in captivity in Bloodclan for a moon of her life, she felt a strong hatred for anyone there. Clan before blood.

  • so stand in the rain [ private ] stand your ground

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]"Why yes, I'm terrified." Fairypaw mocked, annoyance lacing her every syllable. She had two recurring moods the past week or so - depressed and furious - and they came and went throughout the today. Currently, she was feelig rather homocidal for a procanner. "I suggest you back the fuck up. Nobody comes too Skyclan and acts like they're in charge."

  • UM I GOT ONE open capture

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Elphaba Thropp observed as the captured apprentice flailed and demanded her release. It seemed that most, if not all, prisoners behaved similarly. Did they all really think that they would be shown any mercy? They must all be stupid to not only get captured bt to actually believe they would be set free, unscathed. The black smoke situated herself nearby and lurked. She continued to take mental notes about the prisoner's behavorial tendencies.

  • want your character to be gruesomely captured/tortured/killed? open!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]My Bloodclan character Elphaba has a growing bloodlust that she is aiming to quench. She is a mere four moons old and is currently powerless (though I'm saving up). However, she was adopted into the Erebus family by the leader of Bloodclan, Risencorpse, making her very HPR if that matters.


    If you have a proclanner or loner that you would like captured, tortured, or killed for plot reasons or whatever else, I would be overjoyed if you would let Elphaba be the one to do so! Some of her torture techniques, if you're interested, are burning/branding with fire and hot metal, sewing their mouths shut, and cutting off fingers and toes. She has other techniques, and it would be completely up to you which she used.


    Thank you in advance <3

  • so stand in the rain [ private ] stand your ground

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]It would be plausible to say that her attitude was genetic. She had a Shadowclan mother and a Scarclan father, making her blood almost entirely anticlan. Another possibility was the trauma she had endured from the loss of her boyfriend and their unborn children. Perhaps both had combined, forming a bomb, and it was only now detonating. "So I've been told," snorted Fairypaw, unphased, with a flick of her ear. "Now are you going to leave or do I need to throw a Bon Voyage party first?"

  • through the thunder and the lightning -- meeting! again!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Fairypaw padded over, her tail lowered. She was developing a severe attitude and anger issues since the two incidents, but she was trying to control herself. "Refugees sounds like a wise idea. They will need to be on constant precautionary watch, however." She meowed.

  • BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THE KID OUT OF THE GAME // open, torture

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]// I received permission from Moonaloo beforehand to powerplay her character c:


    The medium-sized four moon old dragged a body much larger than her own to the center of the Capitol. It was Doublepistol, the slate gray tom of Riverclan. He hadn't put up much of a fight for some reason, and she was able to knock him out with a blunt rock. Elphaba Thropp Erebus was an observant girl, and she was quite aware that she caused the tom a concussion, if not permanent head trauma.


    She shook him viciously, a bloodlust glinting in her murky green gaze. "Wake-y wake-y, eggs and bake-y!" The black smoke cooed, whacking him over the head once more. She had gathered one of her many packs of matches, a needle and thread, rope, and a sharp blade. The black smoke domestic had a bounty of torture ideas formulating in her head and it helped greatly that nearly everything was accessable in Bloodclan. She had found each of her 'tools' in various old, abandoned dens and would probably be going back to search for more.


    "TORTURE SESSION!" Elphie called in a clear and strong voice. She was sick and tired of the pansies with a fear of blood and an ignorance so great it pained her. The best she could do to solve these issues was make a display of what a torture session could and would look like. She waited for Doublepistol to stir awake in the ropes she was currently restraining him with and for observers to gather.

  • BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THE KID OUT OF THE GAME // open, torture

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Elphaba looked to the two felines, raising a single brow at Meddlingkit. She did not appreciate the expression painted upon his face, but no matter. She did not need a stranger's approval. "Presence is not required If you have a problem with me, I urge you to leave." The black smoke noted calmly before turning to Criminal. "I think I've got it for now, though I'll enlist you if I need assistance."

  • THIS IS HOW AN ANGEL DIES // private, mayberry

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Elphaba was staring below into the nothingness of the water. She quite enjoyed the oasis, and had been spending an abundance of her free time there. Being a kitten was boring and she thanked her lucky stars she knew how to keep busy. Proclan captures, torture sessions, observing clan life, plotting deaths, etc. So far, Elphie had developed three foolproof tactics to torturing her prisoners. There was the classic burning body parts to a crisp. Then there was the good old cutting off finger toes, and then entire extremities. Oh and her personal favorite - the sewing of the mouth shut. The black smoke lapped up some of the water and then pulled back, glancing from side to side. What a desolate place. She inhaled sharply and situated herself into a sitting position, thoughtful of new ideas that would make her enemies suffer. She really did not participate in much nonsense.

  • blame it on my own surprise // private, torture

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia][color=black][size=8]Elphaba was unphased by the concepts of death, capture, and torture. She actually found each enjoyable in their own rights and for a four moon old, was quite experienced in the art of inflicting pain. With that being said, the black smoke found the third challenge proposed by Russiansoldier to be simple. She lurked toward the border, waiting for some fucktard to stumble by. She had already prepared a pack of unused matches and a half-full bottle of liquor. It was amazimg how many people died before they could clean out their stashes of goodies.