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  • once upon a younger year / open, 10 POSTS NEEDED

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]He slipped over with a smirk on his maw. The wolf sat down beside Grenadepaw and offered his friend a friendly nudge with his paw before focusing his attention on his father. "It's Marginpaw, dad." He declared pathetically, shrugging. "I go by Jim now." His blue eyes had a certain look in them; telling Isaac that if he wanted to know he would have to ask.

  • STAND UP AND FIGHT]]: open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"Who doesn't like you?" Jim asked, confused. His forehead creased and his mouth a diagonal line out of thought, He stared at the deputy with narrowed eyes. After a few moments he shook his head and smiled in a greeting.

  • once upon a younger year / open, 10 POSTS NEEDED

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"I won't complain if you do." He shrugged with a wink, as though forgiving his father in advance if he were to mess the names up. But when he realized that Isaac's smile was fake, he swallowed and immediately began to chew on his bottom lip. Fuck, he was going to get interrogated later about what happened when he went missing.

  • STAND UP AND FIGHT]]: open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]Jim scoffed. "How the hell could they be angry?" He asked, flickering his gaze over to Shift. "I mean, Discord is badass and she was definitely the right choice." Locking his jaw for a few seconds, he turned to face the deputy. "Who was not friendly to you after that? I'll give them a knock to make them realize that they are being idiots." The wolf asked, tilting his head and mischievously smirking.

  • WHO NEEDS TITLES | open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]He had to force himself to make his facial features not to make him look like a serial killer. Jim didn't know why he didn't like Lilystar. Don't get me wrong, he respected her and all that but there was something about her that made his claws curl into the ground below. Little did he know that his suspicion was caused by his former life.


    "It seems that the volcano has cooled." He commented as he padded over in a stride that gave off the vibes of 'bitch-please-I'm-in-a-bad-mood'. Nodding in a greeting to everyone present and allowing his lips to part to show some teeth in a half hearted grin, he seated himself down beside Vogue. His bright blue visionaries were fixed on the leader; his jaw locked. Seeing he didn't want to make this awkward - despite his love for confrontation and all that - he winked at her. Yes, his idea of relieving the tension is very different from your's and mine. "What's up, Lilystar?"

  • [ RUN BOY RUN ;; Return ]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]Marginpaw would have leaped into Marky 2's paws and laughed with relief. But this was Jim now. Jim was more mature; less cautious and more impulsive, yes, but he has had all of the childish traits sucked out to him thanks to being tortured in Taurus again. He just padded over with a grin that he could not force himself to hide and offered Mark a wink.


    "Hey, buddy." The wolf would greet. "It's Margin. My name is Jim now though so you are the true Mark."

  • I'M LATCHING ONTO YOU // private

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]Jim sighed deeply. He was an extremely impatient individual thanks to multiple mental disorders. He sat down and breathed through gritted teeth, wondering what to do. Should he wait? Or should he go and look for her? Or should he be an immature brat and hide until she went out to find him? If he hadn't heard her calling out followed by paws slamming against the ground, getting louder and louder, he would have gone and hid.


    Turning around to face her, he couldn't stop his whiskers from twitching in amusement. "It's alright." The wolf shrugged, rolling his blue optics. "I wouldn't say I've been waiting for long; don't stress." He then added to provide comfort if Violentkit was internally stressing out or some shit. Blinking and drawing out a long 'um', he spaced out for a few moments before a grin broke across his maw. "Shall we go and get rid of some human traps or something?"

  • STAND UP AND FIGHT]]: open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]Blinking as Violentkit suddenly moved, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I'm joking kiddo." He barked, just in case it was his fault.

  • food and thought [open]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]Jim made his way over as this thread was about him after all. He blinked a few times, not moving, before sitting down beside Grenadepaw. He kept his gaze fixed on Rhy much like his former life would have done; he even threw a small eyebrow raise into the equation too. "You're lucky you can eat." The wolf commented finally, once realising that she didn't like to eat. "i'm allergic to nearly everything." He would then go silent and just watch her.

  • the hotter it got, the less that i felt / private, kirk

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]He had yet another night sleep riddled with nightmares. Jim sighed, rising up from the face-first position he was laying down in. He grimaced as the weak sunlight of the morning hit his face, but shook himself. Get a grip he told himself, before walking out into the main part of camp. When his blue visionaries flickered over his father, the wolf froze with terror. Oh shit. He was about to get interrogated. Trying to be as silent and unnoticeable as he could possibly be, he sneaked out of the entrance and then broke into a sprint.


    He ended up by a group of trees and he just sat down, panting.

  • the hotter it got, the less that i felt / private, kirk

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]He swore under his breath. Jim locked his jaw and turned to look over his shoulder, innocently smiling. "I'm fine." Jim answered, blinking blue eyes. "Why you ask?" He rose to his paws and shifted himself around so that he was actually facing his dad. He inched forwards a bit so that he was nearer slightly before stopping and staring at him with slightly narrowed orbs.

  • food and thought [open]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width:450px;][justify][size=8]As soon as the name left her lips, his ears flattened back onto his head. Uh oh. He narrowed his gaze to the point where his vision became blurred. Finally, someone other than Isaac had noticed. This wasn't going to end good. He knew what Spock had been like thanks to regaining memories from his past life, so he tried to keep it a secret that he, the arrogant, cheeky, hyperactive but PTSD stricken Jim, was not an emotionless, completely logical-driven, loyal asshole.


    "Who's that?" The wolf tried to be innocent, casually tilting his head to the side and poking his tongue out of his maw to lick his lips. "Never heard of him." He would then shrug, icy blue orbs fierce. He couldn't take his eyes off Rhy. She was going to spill the beans, alright. He didn't care. Actually, he did in a way. Well, fuck.