Posts by Jester?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester turned and looked up at Tal, a thin straight line of a mouth present on his face. His eyes were slack, his shoulders slouching. Boredom was already setting back into his features. "Yeah, yeah whatever Tal. I'm not leaving with the tribe in disgrace, as it is. And yes, I realize most of it is related to me, but do you realize it would have stayed the same if someone didn't speak up? Just answer that, that's all I want. Would it ever change, if someone didn't step up? Like Jabberjaw, she stepped up, and things got better... sorta."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester was sitting on top of his cabin, reviewing what had happened earlier that day. Paint from both the paint war and the color dash were stained on his pelt. No matter how hard he scrubbed in the wet sand by the lake, the green and purple would not come out. It must have been a different type of paint. Which is why he had a faded green paw print on his rump, probably from Phoenix, and a splatter of purple dots across his orange and white chest fur.

The soft sound of paw-steps drew Jester's attention to the Cabin Clearing. He saw Mary, frowned slightly, before turning back to the forest he was staring blankly at, his mind already disappearing into the previous hours spent in the tribe.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"Makes sense. I am the bad guy here, I understand that. I just don't care what people see me as. I could be the psyco and the hated, I don't care." Jester had finished most of his portion of meat, only a little bit more of a paw full was left. His stomach grumbled loudly and he glanced down at it with a frown. He frowned a lot these days.

"Not all the time. Just most of the time when I'm around you." Jester grunted, pulling off another hunk of meat and swallowing it quickly. "I must have, at least deep down somewhere... or this is just primal instincts taking over, I don't know. Don't really care, just wanna fuck. And by that, I mean pinning you down again."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"No one cares the same way I do is what I meant." the tiger snapped, swishing his tail in irritation. "This is my home. My father abandoned me here as a cub and left to SkyClan. He's a fuckin' brute too, doesn't even know how to count to five. My brothers are gone, my family's in shambles and YES I REALIZE THE TRIBE IS MY FAMILY! ITS WHY IM DOING WHAT I CAN TO SAVE IT FROM THE BRINK!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"And so he speaks with a pair of balls." The tiger said, turning to face the shepherd up on the cabin roof. He bowed his head until it touched the ground, a mockery of respect. "I'll see you in a place reserved for the unwanted."

Jester spun around and padded up to the ThunderCastle. He would place himself in his own cell, preferably the one that had those scraps of hay. His body felt nothing, so sleeping on the floor was nothing, but he would perfer having something that wouldn't leave his muscles weak in the morning. "I'll pick out my cell if you don't mind!" He called over his shoulder, flicking his tail tip before letting it drag on the floor.

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OH THAT REMINDS ME! should I make an open thread with Jesta in the basement? Is that fine Orianna? Or is gonna be like a solitary confinement?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester was out for a run. Not just any run, the one that pushed his body to the limits, that stretched his muscles, his lungs, his being. Although, his being was inaccurate, there was no being left, just a body without a guiding soul. He could run and run until his body collapsed and he still wouldn't feel anything, mentally.

The Bengal's paws thumped against the ground. He sprinted up the path to the ThunderCastle, jumped from boulder to boulder back down the other side, his claws scraping against the rock as he struggled for extra purchase. His speed had slowed, and his lungs were heaving, but he kept going. At least, he was going too, he stopped atop a boulder that was shielding his ex-countmate Tal. Jester's shadow reached out atop the boulder, blocking out the sun almost entirely for a good ten feet.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"I'm picking out my ro- oh it's you." Jester said. He had assumed it was Cita coming after him, or even Tal following Cita's orders to march him straight into a cell, but it was Crystal. "I'm leaving to find my own cell, don't worry I'm not gonna blow up anyone or anything!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester had been focusing on eating his moose. The flavor was exquisite. The smokey taste of the grill combined with the hidden sense that came with moose. He had never had moose, but it tasted slightly sweeter compared to that of the weekly mountain goat. It was delicious.

He glanced up as a tail drifted under his chin, his mouth still open as he went to finish the last bite. "Mmm baby!" he grunted, pushing the moose away and leaping up onto the bed after Pho, his body immediately positioning on top of the other tom. He leaned forward, tongue attempting to roll up the tiger's chest and then across his neck. "You're gonna feel this one after." He said, turning his head to grip the white tiger's scruff.

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ooc: You can react to that or fade out right away I don't care ;)

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]ooc: I likle trojan, he's like a miniature version Jester, but also a cross between his old self and the new, soulless one. He's not my character, so I don't want to tell you what to do though. Up to you :)
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Jester wrinkled his nose again, his tongue coming out hesitantly to lick across the top of his son's head, just as he lifted it to look at him. "Boreas?" he said, unfamiliar with the name. It sounded ancient and totally not something that would come out of Trojan's mouth. "What the hell are you talking about?"

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ooc: Isn't he like the Greek wind god? Like the north one or something?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester was still standing over Phoenix, panting slightly, his body trembling and hot. He let the white tiger kiss his cheek before he leaned down, tongue rolling out to lick the white fur gently along the shoulder and neck, working his way down slightly until he was about in the middle of his belly. "Do I smell?" he asked, pawing the tiger's sides gently.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester appeared, his eyes dull. He was considering this a retro thread to his imprisonment just to be able to great this new person. "I would accept you, but it seems a little birdie has taken my power to do so away." he grunted, a little frustrated that Cita wasn't there to receive a glare. "You're accepted, but we can't let you across the border without a higher position."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester appeared, staying back behind the group. He had picked his jail cell, but decided to just skip away for a few minutes to go out for a last hunt before he was locked away. Citadark was probably not the happiest about it, but that didn't matter. "Why did you leave in the first place." Jester grunted from the back, daring anyone to send him back to the prison cell.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester was out again. No one had locked him in, not yet anyways. It would only be a matter of time before Citadark of Jabberjaw found out of his "escape" and shoved him back in the cell. "Very professional Tsubomi." He grunted, stepping up next to his baronet and eyeing the newcomer.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester remained quiet, his eyes focusing on his sons convulsing body. He was confused, and slightly ill at ease. When had his son been talking to a god? Hadn't he told him it was... what was it again? Greek? Something Greek.

"Trojo!" the tiger grunted, placing his paw on his son's chest and pushing lightly. "TROJO! LOOK AT ME DAMMIT!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester jerked back, body tensing for the pain that never came. "Is someone a little excited to see him again?" He grunted pressing his body down on the white tiger. Brightly colored orange against bright white. Jester's pelt was always a shade brighter after his evening sexual activities with the white tiger. "We just finished, are you that excited for him already?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"Mk..." Jester said, shifting away from his son and scooting back up to his paws. He shook out his pelt; sand, water and bits of grass flying every which way. "Your and odd one."

The tiger rolled his shoulders and let out a tiny grunt as his muscles loosened back up again. He hated physical contact like that, it made him feel alll.... giddy. That wasn't him anymore, his body felt repulsed by such an action. [b]"I don't have a god to believe in, not after what he did to me. Putting faith in something just crushed you like a bug."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester remained quiet for just a moment before responding. He grunted, "What?" the shadow quivering slightly as he stood and stretched out his limbs. His voice, always grunting, sounded a bit strained, his lungs still heaving for air. He had pushed his body close to the edge. "Your weird."

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester rolled his head from side to side, a gesture linked to his brain at work. He spun around, eyes locking on his son and very intimate friend. "Well this will be fun, boys." he then walked a little closer and bent his head down. [b]"Fan out in a row. Our pelts our a disadvantage. We need to get the higher ground. Sun at our backs so we only look like ripples of sunlight."