Posts by ALOiS.

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  • SUCKIN' ON A RIB BONE / open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Oh no. She played the rank card! How- how could she? Alois placed his paw against his chest in mock surprise, his jaw dropping. She could demote him, kick him out, banish him, whatever she wanted to do with her flashy new title. Honestly, DarkClan could suck his fresh ass. But he didn't really want to go through the trouble of adjusting to a new clan. And Claude would be upset, his work having to start over. But hey, pissing off that ass was fun. The tiger dropped his faux expression, this time a look of boredom crossing his features. "Last time I checked joking around wasn't against the rules." He said, shrugging. But soon, a polite little smile draped across his features and he bent down, in an attempt to bow. Which, of course, was difficult for a tiger. "But I so deeply apologize, miss Colonel Electra, if I did upset you." He said. It wasn't really a lie -- he wouldn't take it back, but the was sorry she couldn't take a joke.

  • plot with this sentient trash bag? uou

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]i'm bored and alois needs to do something sO if anyone wants to plot with him please. im b egging you. literally anything except death and capture. other than that everything's chill :3c

  • I SWEAR ON MY LIFE | open, return

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Jag. Night. The duo had been fairly close, whatever the name be. However once the male disappeared, so did Alois's feelings he harbored towards the male. That was just the way. He never really kept close acquaintances -- or dare he even say friends -- for too long. No, they disappeared or died. Generally the latter. And Jag was a clan friend, no one particularly important to him. Sure, they became what the calico dubbed 'cuddle buddies', however that was his doing. The tiger had no say in that, however he allowed for the smaller male to hop on his back.


    But nowadays, the spirited tom rarely crossed the Trancy's mind. If he ever did, that was. He had better things to do besides think about long lost friends or family. If he did that all day, well, where would he be? So all thoughts of Jagged had been deleted, for lack of better terms, if only for the time he was gone.


    Personally, Alois never thought that the ex-leader would return. He seemed to have slipped off the face of the earth, never to be seen again. In the days that followed his disappearance, the platinum demiboy would oft times find himself wondering where he'd run off to and if he'd return. But weeks lengthened into months and then he stopped thinking about Jag altogether.


    But there he was. Alois had been walking, doing whatever it was soulless tigers did in their free time, when he stumbled upon the ever so familiar aura of the male. He blinked his icy eyes once, twice, thrice before finally setting that that was, in fact, Jag. "J -- Night?" Was he still using that name? By now he'd probably changed it, but who knew? Alois stared down, jaw lightly agape as he waited for an answer.

  • setle down now my frends - open, joining

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois melted out of invisibly, towering over the kit. He blinked his ice cold optics for a moment before shrugging the thought off. "Alrighty. Welcome to DarkClan, kid." The tiger said, stifling a yawn and forcing a smile onto his maw. "I'm Alois Trancy." He said, twitching his tail in brief boredom.

  • plot with this sentient trash bag? uou

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]ryuuji // y es oh my god i love it,,, , any ideas or should we just have a thread and see where that goes? :3c


    electra // it's gonna be hella hard for alois to come to a mutual agreement w/ her bc he hates literally everything and holds grudged to hell bUT sure! it just might take awhile hehe. want me to make the thread?? or do you want to?


    cap // love it!!! alois has a r e a l l y complicated death planned ahead and idk when i'm gonna set that into action bUT once i decide when i can message u and we can do the thing!

  • YOU SAID COME WITH ME BOY, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING MORE / open, spar

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]The demiboy paid no mind to those around him, whether they were for or against him, or neutral on the matter, simply focus everything he had on Electra. His claws slid out of their sheathes, digging into the ground as his adrenal glands release hormones, causing anticipation to prick at his paws. He hated going first, always did, as it was far easier to dodge an oncoming assault than it was to land one. But still, he needed the practice.


    Drawing in a deep breath and preparing for the pain he was about to put himself through, he aimed to take away Electra's memory of how to use her knifes. Truthfully, that was what he feared most about the Colonel. He was large and his body mass made him slower than he'd like. He was a good target for knifes -- throwing or carving or whatever the hell she did with it. If it worked, of course he'd plant the memory back into her mind, however for the remainder of the spar, he'd like to keep himself blade-free.


    From there, the earl Trancy sped ahead, aiming to charge at the femme and swipe an unsheathed paw at her face, his other appendage attempting to swipe her front paws out from under her. He used to lead the Traditntals, back before the section was demolished, however it appeared that all of his knowledge escaped him for the time being. Or at least it escaped his roleplayer. Same thing.

  • I SWEAR ON MY LIFE | open, return

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois should've expected the male to hop on his back; that seemed to be his thing. Not that he minded -- the tiger wasn't bothered at all by Jag's presence atop of him. A giggle escaped the demiboy's lips as he craned his cranium to look back at the male. "Welcome back! We've missed you," he rumbled, flicking his tail.


    // rushed

  • YOU HAVE NO IDEA [open, joiner] HOW MANY REGRETS

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois was the first on scene, cocking a nonexistent brow skeptically. He couldn't really turn away members, so he had no choice to accept her. "Welcome to DarkClan, then." He said, yawning. "Alois Trancy." He introduced himself with a light smile.

  • IN THE FAST LANE+ Open, stickers

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois strode over and couldn't help but burst into an uncontrollable laughter. He didn't mean to be rude. Or maybe he did. he didn't care. Wiping a tear from his eye, the tiger looked at the strange avian, trying not to laugh again. "What the hell did you get yourself into?" He asked, stifling more chuckles.

  • THE PIECES IN MY LIFE RUN AWAY WITH YOU | CHANGES + CONTEST

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois hated medals. They were meaningless in his eyes. Besides, he already had the corporal medal and was pretty sure he also had the other one. Oh well. He nodded lightly, his mind now on the contest. He didn't care about the promotions or demotions, either, mostly because he saw them coming.


    // muse

  • GO BIG OR GO HOME | open, tomato dodgeball fight

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Ew ew ew ew. Alois would rather go swimming during this damned blizzard than get tomatoes all over him. "Uh, I'll watch. But if anyone hits me I swear to god I'll have their throat." He grumbled. He hated tomatoes, honestly. They were gross and smelly and would stain his pelt. Anyway. But it would be cool to watch others get smothered with the red fruits.

  • BABY'S GOT A HOLE IN HER HEAD / open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois, bored out of his mind and trying to pick up his activity (bad internet connection was a bitch), so he wandered out into the snow, a blueprint etched in his mind. He began packing mounts of snow together, trying to build a fort. But once he finished, well, it didn't look so good. Pissed, the tiger sat down, glaring at the fort. Damon, he was bad at this.


    // mobile

  • SMOOTHER THAN A STORM | open, name changes

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois honestly didn't care, but hey, whatever they wanted. "Gotcha." He said, forcing a smile on his maw. He changed his name once. Well, he lost his memories and didn't know he was Alois, however aside from that he never felt the need to change his name. Oh well.


    // mobile

  • MAY NOTHING BUT DEATH DO US PART | open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]"Alois," chirped the demiboy. Did he know these people? Maybe. Did he care? Not a single bit. He'd introduce himself a thousand times to the same person, he loved the attention. But he was pretty sure he didn't know these people. Or maybe he did. Who knew? "What're we talking about?" He asked.


    // mobile

  • BUT I LOVE YOU SO WHO CARES IF WE'RE LAZY? / open

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Hey, at least his RPer's internet was back on, right? Even if it was late. Oh well. With a light sigh, the platinum colored tiger glanced around, groaning in horrendous boredom. There was nothing to do around here! Sure, there was hunting and patrolling and overall doing his job, but that was so slow. Hopping to his large paws, Alois glanced around. "Truth or dare!" He yipped, hoping someone would show.


    // mobile