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  • it's officially paradise (open, wild pony tamin')


    [justify][size=8]if it was horse riding they were doing, Cabal would need a different body. he decided to go for the arctic fox form, a perfectly healthy young male, as it was pretty much feline sized at the moment and easily controlled, so the snowy canine trotted over with a somewhat friendly smile on his maw, small and tense but understanding. "may I join in?" his voice was slightly deeper than in the maine coon form also, and he could speak without slurring or pausing, quick and witty in the way he voiced his words. "I'm Cabal, by the way." he knew a few of them there recognised his mangled maine coon form, but none of them had seen him as a fox- this was the perfect time to show them.

  • SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN {Naomi needs some friends} SWINGIN'


    [justify][size=8]cougars were amongst the many particularly jumpy animals when it came to looking at him. therefore, rather than approaching- being carried over- in his mangled kitten body, the male approached in the form of an arctic fox, bushy tail swishing. "greetings miss," the male began slowly, nodding his head to Naomi and blinking sharp greeen eyes at her, [b]"I am Cabal; who are you?"

  • we are so much more to this - open, death

    [justify][size=8]so cold. so young.


    death was... inevitable for him. he had first been immobilized soul-wise, his hawk taxi out hunting and him physically (spiritually) unable to transport to another body, thus stuck blind and paralyzed in confusion as he listened to the seemingly menacing pawsteps slowly stalk towards him. fossa. rabid fossa. the five and a half month old maine coon, mangled, terrified, could smell death on its breath and reeled back, paddling his single forepaw in panic as he tried to wriggle away, though he was unable to, he was stuck, he was... useless. "help... mm..." a desperate murmur, and the male rest his cheek against the floor, begging silently for the fossa to overlook him. but it was obvious it was watching him. approaching him. needing to slaughter him. "help..." a little louder, but the bold and rabid beast had no qualms about stalking the edge of camp where he resided for the majority of his life, breathing harshly, bearing its fangs.


    it fell into the uncontrollable rage all rabid beasts did, trembling, barking, shrieking with indignance, and Cabal could only cry out as he was set upon by the crazed being, torn at, bitten, scratched, and it did not stop once the rabies flowed through his veins and out onto the floor again in the form of a thousand wouds, no, it continued, angry and wanting death. the maine coon was used to agony, and so he clamped down on his lip with his upper fangs as he was snacked upon and ravaged, ravaged until he simply couldn't handle it, and he lost consciousness, though not in the safe manner- no, he was dying, and in his final thoughts, the male wished he had gotten a chance to thank HawkClan, thank the entire clan for its kindness.


    and then he was gone, a bloody mass.


    his hawk did return however, to his corpse, and she gave a scream of rage, winging towards the rabid fossa and smashing into it, talons and a hooked beak slashing at its throat and it wailed loudly, blood bubbling as it simply dropped to the floor. the hawk then turned limping awkwardly in a strange waddle, to Cabal's side, head bowing.