Posts by dacnomaniacalvictory.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory strode over behind noirstar and tumultdusk with irritated and disgusted amber eyes, which were locked onto the drunken sharkcub. moron. she was itching to smack him across his stupid face right now, but noirstar would probably scold her or something. however, if the idiotic lion tried to do something violent again, she would hit him. and she'd have no regrets.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory was bored and felt like punching someone in the face, so here she was. her amber eyes flicked over romancandle as she approached him, flicking her striped tail behind her. [color=#E15A00]"i'll join," the aristocrat volunteered, glancing at the other animals who were joining in.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt][color=#E15A00]"good luck," dacnomaniacalvictory meowed in a bleak tone as she gazed at imperialrome with her deep amber optics. she didn't really care for the tom, anyway; she barely knew his name. he'd barely been here for a few days. how could he "not feel at home" when he'd just joined? oh, well. that wasn't her problem. flicking her striped tail, the femme watched him as he left.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]this was the third bloodclan raid in a week. in a fucking week. goddammit, dacnomaniacalvictory was trembling with rage. cowardly fucking bastards. unsheathing her obsidian claws, her amber eyes flared with anger and scanned the battlefield, searching for a bloodclanner to skin. no way were these morons leaving unscathed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]a snarl curled dacnomaniacalvictory's lip as she noticed celeste attempting to plow into her. [color=#E15A00]"you chose the wrong opponent, bloodclan scum," the femme spat before evading the white lioness's attack by running to the side. as celeste ran past her, the aristocrat aimed to rake her black claws down the wild cat's side while simultaneously sending a telepathic screech into her foe's mind.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]watching riptide veer off from dacnomaniacalvictory and akhenaten's direction, the femme turned her amber gaze to her best friend, a ghost of a smirk appearing on her lips. [color=#E15A00]"want to fight?" the aristocrat offered, flicking her striped tail. of course, she didn't want to hurt the guy, but she thought it would be interesting to fight him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]huh. dacnomaniacalvictory was just about to call a meeting herself to find out which one of the idiots in her clan had decided to steal a bloodclan kit, but it turned out tumultdusk had done it first. oh, well--they'd probably take him more seriously because he was the general, anyway. trotting over towards the gathering, noma sat on the opposite side of akhenaten, as the other side was taken by riptide.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory went to sleep feeling enraged. stupid bloodclan. stupid sharkcub. stupid everyone. really, she rarely went to sleep without feeling angry anymore. sometimes, akhenaten or riptide or even patchpaw could quell her nerves, but it always came back. always. all she wanted was to crush all her problems, make them nonexistent. then she could live a carefree life.

but more than the anger, more than the hatred, lurked the fear.

she was scared. terrified. every single time she went into battle, she told herself she was doing it for the good of her clan, but she was afraid that she was going to be captured or killed. she didn't want to go to bloodclan. she didn't want to bear horrible scars, like patchpaw. she didn't want to become a slave and dig ditches and fill them with blood. she didn't want to be laughed at by bloodclanners as they kicked dust in her face.

so far, she had been lucky.

so she fell asleep, and then she woke up. but there was no light shining through her eyelids. confused, the femme opened her eyes. it was still nighttime. strange. she was about to close her eyes once more, but she saw a shadow suddenly dart in and out of her field of vision. it was outside the den. at first, she assumed it was simply the aura of one of her clanmates, but it had looked different. puzzled, the aristocrat tried to rise to her paws in order to follow whatever had been out there.

she couldn't move.

she was frozen.

okay, now she was starting to feel a little afraid. why couldn't she move? she blinked her bright amber eyes, and there the shadow was again, slipping into her den. it looked vaguely cat-like. what was it? it was coming towards her, slowly, and she could feel dread building up in her chest, her heart rate accelerating quickly. what was it? and then she blinked her eyes again, and it was gone. her optics flitted around, trying to find out where it had gone, but it was nowhere to be found.

then she blinked again, and it was back, but it wasn't just any old shadow.

it was tarnishedpaw. the cat she hated and feared the most. she hadn't seen him in so long, but he still managed to strike immense fear in her. he was there, right in front of her, and she couldn't move. grinning maliciously at her, a fiery light in his dull green eyes. a knife appeared in his mouth, and then he started to whisper to her, even though his jaws were blocked by the blade. telling her how worthless she was, how weak, how vulnerable. telling her that she was the worst hawkclanner, exploiting all her fears.

and then more and more appeared. akhenaten going off with quinn, the two of them laughing at her. feline skeletons crawling around her, clinking their bones together and laughing ghoulishly through their white teeth. monsters with ten red eyes climbing down the walls, knobby-kneed legs moving like a spider's. figures with horribly mauled faces so grotesque that they made noma's stomach churn extremely painfully. and they were all coming towards her, getting ready to snatch her and take her away and torture her and kill her and--

the aristocrat let out a horrified scream, unable to control it anymore.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]emotions were dacnomaniacalvictory's one weakness. she was extremely prone to strong emotional reactions, but feeling sympathetic was one reaction that she was pretty sure she'd never had in her life. now, as the feeling rushed over her, suddenly, she didn't want to fight the bloodclanners and she paused, one paw frozen midair. poor guys. they just wanted their kit back. [color=#E15A00]no, you moron! bloodclan is evil! she suddenly shrieked at herself, and she snapped out of it. it really paid to be accustomed to pushing emotions away.

glaring at the lioness with her fiery amber eyes, the aristocrat launched herself at celeste's alabaster head, aiming to bring her claws across her face.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory trotted over behind tumultdusk, her amber gaze filled with anger. oh, how she hated bloodclan. of course, she wasn't going to openly express it. sitting down beside the general, the femme didn't greet either tom--she just curled her striped tail around her paws and waited for the others to join the meeting.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]or tumult needed to get together with noma, because they were almost exactly alike. wink. dacnomaniacalvictory trotted over behind tumultdusk, her face as emotionless as ever. like tumultdusk, she was seriously angry right now at pretty much everything and everyone. blinking her amber eyes at bluepaw, the aristocrat said nothing, as tumultdusk had already spoken.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]damn powers. dacnomaniacalvictory flattened her ears to her dark silver scalp in an attempt to dull the effects of the soundwave, but it didn't do much help. after the wave had passed, the femme shook her head, momentarily disoriented from the attack, before clumsily aiming another blow at celeste.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory was easily knocked down, but she stumbled right back to her paws and glared fiercely at celeste. she was about to attack once more, but the lioness called for a retreat. yeah, they'd better run, or else she'd decorate her nest with their pelts. the aristocrat wore a snarl as the bloodclanners backed off the territory.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]and suddenly, dacnomaniacalvictory could move. so she did. she got up, on her paws, but she didn't know how she could possibly stand because she was trembling so hard. she felt like one of those skeletons--her bones shaking, clinking together with a sound that was a cross between a hollow object hitting against something hard and two wine glasses touching each other. she paid no attention to welcomekit or bluepaw or salixpaw; she was too scared, too terrified to pay attention to anything other than herself. she didn't even know what had happened to her. she just wanted it to stop. her head was reeling, her stomach was ready to upchuck her last meal, and she could feel the tears in her eyes. it was too overwhelming. too overwhelming.

the tears were sliding down her cheeks now, but she could barely feel them. choked sobs escaped her maw, and between each cry, she uttered an egyptian prayer--something she had gotten from akhenaten. she didn't even believe in any deity, but she would do anything to make it stop.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]dacnomaniacalvictory trudged towards the shoreline and sat down not too far away from tumultdusk, but she barely noticed him. her deep amber eyes were red-tinged from crying, though some might now even notice--her optics were so intensely-hued that some might even think they were red. she said nothing. she just stared at the waves. like the general, the ocean calmed her, even though she didn't find it very enjoyable to actually go in the water. the flood that had ravaged hawkclan camp was still imprinted in her memories, even though it had happened so, so long ago. ever since her fit of sleep paralysis, she had been feeling hollow. and scared. yes, scared. now, not a minute went by when she wasn't scared, not even when she was with akhenaten, who could normally dull her negative emotions.

but this situation could not be described as "normal".

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt][color=#E15A00]ooc. noma could totally mentor rix B)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt][color=#E15A00]"my name is dacnomaniacalvictory," the aristocrat meowed automatically, but her words were not edged with frost like they usually were. they were empty, quiet, far away. at this point, she just . . . didn't care. she didn't care about anything. why should she? why should she waste her time on everyone else, when no one else cared? her amber eyes closed and the images of those demons returned to her immediately. she cringed, holding back a cry of pain, and her eyes opened once more. whenever it turned dark, the demons came back and haunted her, knowing they were hurting her. it was a game to them. she was their choice piece.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]"demons," dacnomaniacalvictory responded vaguely, turning to gaze at tumultdusk with tired, hollow amber eyes. it surprised her slightly that he would ask her that question--wasn't he supposed to not give a shit about anyone? and how did he not know what was wrong with her? hadn't he heard her scream in the middle in the night? the femme shook her head to herself, a mirthless laugh escaping her jaws. [color=#E15A00]"they're going to kill me. honestly, it would be better than suffering through this hell," the dark silver tabby meowed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][color=#1E1E1E][size=7pt]cAN I JUST SAY THAT YOU ALL MAKE ME LAUGH REALLY HARD WHENEVER YOU MAKE JOKES AND YOURE ALL WOMDERFUL BEAUTIFUL SUPER COOL PEOPLE???? GOSH HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU ALL TO BE SO CUTE

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=7pt]ooc. i've never had it before, but ever since i learned about it, i've been terrified of experiencing it. /w\

ic. through her hot tears, through her intense terror, through the shouting of her clanmates, through the prayers to aten that rolled off her tongue, dacnomaniacalvictory saw akhenaten. her best friend. but how could he be here? he'd left with quinn, hadn't he? she'd seen their silhouettes, casting fleeting glances towards her and giggling to themselves. what a fool that girl was. what a stupid, weak fool. the femme clenched her teeth to keep back the sobs that kept wrenching her jaws open. she was scared. she was so, so scared.

"i'm scared," she whispered, shutting her eyes tightly. it was dark. darkness was comforting. but in the midst of all the black, the demons returned, hissing, growling, laughing, filling her ears with a metallic screeching noise that shouldn't have been there, but was anyways. she opened her amber eyes with a gasp, her heart skipping a beat. demons. [color=#E15A00]"the demons are coming," she murmured, covering her face with her paws, as if that would hide her from the monsters that were going to take her away.