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  • suburbia ( - breakdown/rampage )

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    a snarl was torn from her throat as she pressed her claws to her temples, eyes squeezing shut. afterdark's position on the floor allowed her to borrow her face into the floor, her body driven by shakes and trembles.


    the ground around her was decorated with the bodies of enemy (thankfully) NPCs, all drained from the neck as the vampiress tore slightly at her face, a roar erupting from her chest every minute or so, "that * hurts, y-you bastards!"


    her memories were going haywire again.


    it came in stages, some more severe then other. dementia was a scary symptom, of a neurological disease that afterdark had yet to discover. if she felt another dementia fit coming, she'd prepare- but she was not expecting this.


    'oh afty, my dear, your father killed my daught-y, so we'll just have to do the same'


    the small bengal rolled her eyes, having just turned 17 moons old. 'your empty threats dont scare me. kill me, ill just pop right back up.'


    at this the collie frowned, putting a paw under her chin, 'trust me, my dear, we'll have soo much more fun before your death.' he made a sly glance over to his nasty little ally, weston.


    weston could only offer a nod of agreement, too busy sharpening his claws to care or notice.


    it all flashed before her eyes like pages in a book, over and over and over again. afterdark remembered how each time they'd harm her, she'd just heal right up - thanks to her vampirism- just so they could do it all over again. this is why she was a monster. this is why. it was all she could think to herself, she wasn't always this bloodthirsty. not always.


    afterdark ripped at her chest, tearing away the chains that no longer excisted, "please...please let me go the. *. home!" her cries could rattle the earth as she now gripped at her throat desperately, "i c-cant breath, asshole!"




    (warning// will lash out at most who approach)
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  • plot with this flirt? ^^

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    @reinium yess pls they need to be friends again, would you mind making perhaps? i just wrote her breakdown so im mused out for the moment yikes


    @zocky i could but it prob wont be that great, that doesnt matter right?


    @odile sure! sounds good to me.




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  • BRINGER OF WAR ⎮ OPEN, WINDCLAN RAID

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    she growled out, face swinging back towards her shoulder a bit as the large paw made a deep rake across her cheek. furious, afterdark [s]aimed to swing at his temple with a powerful blow, whilst using her left to try and delve her claws into his throat. [/b] she was ready with her back legs to defend herself if need be, "powers, bucko?" her strained voice snarled out.
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  • there's nothing i can really say + private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px] woah, that didn't look too good. the lioness had been burning off steam, which she seemed to have plenty of recently, when she saw cathal limp to the river- wheezing - and then collapsing.


    afterdark left the tree she was carving up and trotted over briskly, nudging the male with a large paw, "wake up." was that panic in her voice?



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  • there's nothing i can really say + private

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    she recoiled a little as he sprang up, surprise entering her gaze. she scowled at him, no, no im fine, I thought you died or something.." she grumbled, eyes averting from his.


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  • suburbia ( - breakdown/rampage )

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    she could hear them closing in, surrounding her. The chains were too heavy this time, and she struggled to keep standing. The lioness stated wildly at those around her, seeing nothing but the evil faces of her tormentors of her younger years.


    fear pulsed through her, and perhaps that was the most dangerous part. fear, confusion and a well-equipped lioness never work out well, evidently.


    she buried her face into the floor, as if shielding herself. this would pass soon, all she had to do was...understand. last time this happened, she'd nearly killed Cathal- whom she did care for. How many more people she cared about would be injured because of her past?


    she growled now, "leave my children alone.." came the deep sound, haunting and cold. she was still for a moment before gasping, and lashing a paw out at russo, before whirling around to try to slice at elias.. tears rolled down her face, for the first time since the actual incident.


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  • BABY LET ME BE YOUR F#CK UP • OPEN

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    afterdark padded forward, ears swiveling. the screams brought her here, but unfortunately for the vampiress, he was already dead. his blood meant nothing now.


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  • CRY BABY TEARS [open + joining]

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    hm, interesting, but vaguely annoying. afterdark strode forward, grinning coyly. he was pretty cute, but she wasn't going to say that, not yet. she'd probably offend everyone around her- whom she'd also called cute multiple times. "hello. name's afterdark."
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  • I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, n(o) music JUST ANGER /joining

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    afterdark flanked clown, smiling nervously at the newcomer. clowncorpse was real good at freaking people out, 'we're all enthusiastic here, aren't we clown?" she said, without waiting for a response, "welcome, im afterdark."
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  • BABY LET ME BE YOUR F#CK UP • OPEN

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    afterdark covered her mouth with one paw, trying quite hard to conceal her laughter.


    //rushed
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  • plot with a sadistic f#ck?

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    they should be partners in crime
    like, a very violent tagteam
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  • there's nothing i can really say + private

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    "yes im fine." she groaned, rubbing her head with one paw. she stared into the river for a moment, letting the air become silent as her eyes darted slightly to the side, again. she sighed lightly, "i've just been weird lately, ok?" she wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but in a way- she knew exactly.


    ( // retro to breakdown )


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  • BABY LET ME BE YOUR F#CK UP • OPEN

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    oh, boy. afterdark sighed in exasperation, rubbing one paw down her face slowly in annoyance. "thats enough, all of you. what clown does in his time is his business." she snapped, turning her gaze to the cackling male, "and you, should stop being so problematic." she said, more to herself then anything.
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  • COME AROUND ( - private )

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    the gal wanted flirting lessons, eh? afty was certainly ready to help- and was totally flattered. the femme walked up, "aye, batchick, ready to become a prodigy?" the lioness joked.
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  • BABY LET ME BE YOUR F#CK UP • OPEN

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    afty snarled, turning to judith in annoyance, "oh, why dont you shut the fuck up already you grade-a priss?" the lioness snapped, tired of problems being created.
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  • COME AROUND ( - private )

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    she smirked, "well, first we gotta' figure out what type you going for...whats your, well, type?" questioned the lioness with a tilt of her head.


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  • there's nothing i can really say + private

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    she shrugged, sighing gently. she didn't want to press him to share anything personal, so she just nodded. she hung her head, thinking a bit to herself before glacing over to him, "do you have any family?"


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