Posts by ramses h. vantas

[color=#e0e0e0]Ramses couldn't help feeling dramatic as Mark mentioned it wasn't so bad. He supposed he were right be worse, at the most it was simply a superficial change in appearance, but still. "They oughta put you in Hope's place," he commented as he was tended to. As of late it felt like Mark had been doing most of the healing - especially since Ramses couldn't keep himself out of trouble - and Mark wasn't even a nurse. "It's fine." he replied sullenly about his side. It hurt sometimes, when he was overly strenuous, but so far the recovery had been remarkable. "Who would even steal a tail anyway? The fuck are they gonna do with it?" he said with an air of incredulity. Seriously - why would they want his tail?

[color=#e0e0e0]All this noise was making his damn head hurt. Ramses wanted to go over and just scream at them to shut up, but he was too nervous. He paced anxiously in the shadows, wondering what to do. Should he say something? Should he keep quiet? He didn't want to be rude, what if they didn't like him... But they were so chatty and annoying. Ramses just liked to be by himself. Social interactions were too much work, and his little heart quavered at the thought of everybody's attention on him. He sat down miserably, conflicted. How could Rose and Noctis be so peppy and talkative? How did they know what to say? It was all to much for him. The nervous wreck of a direhound tried to cover his ears with his large paws.

[color=#e0e0e0]On the subject of tails, Ramses had recently been spending his time lamenting the loss of his own. Once fluffy, beautiful and proud, now a small pom pom at the end of his rump. He mentally cursed BloodClan and vowed eventual vengeance. Later. For now, there was business to attend to. His ears pricked curiously as he spotted the white-hued wolf at the border, but it wasn't until he got closer that he noticed what a peculiarity this creature was. Ramses had never seen a crocodile before, RiverClan was too far north - but he had heard of them, and it appeared that the newcomer somehow possessed a part of one. "You've reached RiverClan," he said, unable to keep the curiosity from his tone. "Here to join?"

[color=#e0e0e0]Ramses listened with a mild curiosity, surprised that Valentine had died. He had only had one encounter with the serval before, during a raid, they had fought each other. He couldn't exactly say he was sorry that the BloodClanner had died, but he knew that Finch likely was. "Condolences," he said, twitching his short tail. The news made him happy to see his own father, and he hoped the same fate would not befall Duncan any time soon. He wondered who she would pick - he himself had virtually no clue as to the inner family workings, this being his first meeting and all.

[color=#e0e0e0]Although everybody was feeling the effects of the drought, Ramses felt like it had hurt him the most. There was not even a trickle to swim in, and for a creature whose passion was swimming, this was a problem. Well, so was the whole having nothing to drink part, but Ramses was most upset about not swimming. He stopped on the WindClan border, his orange gaze cast across their sweeping moors. He waited for somebody to greet him - frankly put, it had come to the point where RiverClan needed to find water from their allies.

[color=#e0e0e0]Ramses yelped in fear at the conflict, flinching as if he were struck. "P - pl... P Please!" he stammered out, watching through one peeking eye. Oh God, this was horrible! A fight?! His little poof of a tail was tucked about as far between his hind legs as such a scrawny thing could go.

[color=#e0e0e0]Despite his pain, Rose's horror was an opportunity that he could not pass up. "They're probably roasting it as we speak," he said, eyeing the white cat. He said it to mess with her, but in all honestly it was likely true. They would be equally likely to keep it or eat it. "I've been there twice, it's fucked. They have corpses hanging to mark their border. Some of em are so far gone you don't even know what kind of animal they used to be." BloodClan was scum of the scum. Nobody was lower, and he couldn't understand why Quill would take up with those heathens. As Giovanni popped over, Ramses let out a dramatic gasp. "Tell it to me straight, I don't want you to sugar coat it. Am I gonna make it, doc?"

[color=#e0e0e0]He dutifully ate the strange things she set before him like a good boy, but pricked his ears at mention of going to Ivylee. In fact, he'd been about to do the same thing, but their wildly inactive leader was almost impossible to find. So was... pretty much every other HP. Cade was gone, Lonewolf hadn't posted in almost a full week, and Sylmae and Ivylee's appearances were brief and sporadic. Needless to say, it irritated him greatly. "I want to come," he said eagerly.

[color=#e0e0e0]"I'm Ramses," the hulking direhound said, surprised to be greeted by the leader so soon. It was good, though - it meant less time his Clanmates would have to suffer. He was also surprised to see Planty. So, that was where the bonsai had gone off to. A defector. "I've come because RiverClan needs help. All of our water is gone... And I do mean all of it." he said, for clarity's sake. "The waterfall is gone, the river is dried, the swamp is like a desert now." Ramses himself had been subsisting off of blood from deer and large prey, but that too was leaving the territory. "Does WindClan have any to spare?" he said. It was possible they had their own troubles, and would turn him away, but for all of their sakes he hoped not.

[color=#e0e0e0]Well, this was certainly awkward. Try as Quill might to pin their rift onto Ramses, it was none other than Quill's fault. He wanted to be a murderer, a rapist, a torturer, a cannibal, and all the other things that were associated with BloodClan? He wanted to raid and pillage and set fires and destroy the medicine supplies of kits and queens? To poison entire families? To needlessly slaughter prey so that it would be left to decay and become inedible by the innocents who relied on it? It was evident that this was the life that Quill wanted. The rift had been set in motion the moment he decided that BloodClan was his family, that BloodClan was where his allegiances lay. BloodClan. Ramses rolled the disgusting word around in his mouth and his expression was the one of somebody who had smelled something putrid and rotten. And BloodClan was - putrid and rotten. The scent of decomposing crucified corpses permeated every leaf, every rock, every mud puddle in their territory, and, more importantly, every warrior. Quill smelled of it himself. His brother may have tried to interrupt his torture, but several other spectators had been about to right before he had. Quill had done nothing special. Where was Quill when Rori had been captured? Certainly not looking for her, as Ramses had been. He hadn't attended Kali's funeral, even though the word had been spread. The point being, it seemed family didn't matter to him, except for when there was a show. Quill could puff out his chest and pretend to be the alpha, but the true alpha didn't need to strut like a fucking peacock.

The dark direhound approached, with his bright eyes fixated on Marsella. He stood next to Rori, his wild, wind-blown coat lightly pressing against Rori's more presentable multi-hued one. How unsurprising this was. The one who had been closest to Quill was now disregarding family in the same manner that he had as well. She just assumed that she would probably maybe potentially see them while in the neighborhood, and it was true that she had, but she seemed indifferent as to whether Ramses and Rori were there at all. They might as well be strangers. He said nothing.

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