Posts by private nightpaw

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  • how should gil die? (for real tho)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]um...


    perhaps have him drown? a peaceful drowning, but still a drowning.


    i'm terrible with deaths :c


    but it's sad to see you go, even if i don't know you.
    have fun in the real world!
    /waves

  • I HAVE COW YOU SHOULD MEET » open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]so this guy's name was nochi? he had never met the male personally, but the tiger was curious nonetheless, so approached the duo slowly with a nod of his head. daryl had already spoken, so corporal nightpaw didn't think he should, rather waiting patiently for "nochi's" reply.

  • the hounds will stay in chains ✧ open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i will, señor."
    his spanish wolf form really was interesting, and now the jet black canine padded over, nodding to those there. "my name is corporal nightpaw, though just call me nightpaw."


    /crappy post dang

  • CAN'T LET GO [open, body change + major discovery]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"we can't leave the children. the body is annabeth's now, the original spirit won't be able to return, i'm sure. you force spirits out when you swap bodies like this unless you don't force your entire soul in, and... if she leaves this form, unless someone else picks it up, the cubs inside will die." he didn't know, but nightpaw understood one thing- he had a soft spot for children, and if he could help it, they would live. "if you don't want to give birth, however, i will take the body off you."


    corporal told himself to stop before saying that, but it escaped his lips anyway, calm and cool without a trace of emotion. no, he wasn't going to look panicked after offering to take a pregnant body. he knew the answer would probably be no, but the maltese male was always there as an option.

  • Beware, our savior is here! (Open, Amatus advertises the Serpentine Order)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"sounds like the regime. undying loyalty, huh? i need some of that in my life. sign me up." corporal was there for one reason, and one reason only- he needed something in his life to sell his soul to, a reason to crawl home crying in pain, something to tell him it was worth it. the tiger padded over with a nod, tail lashing. "what do i do? is it one of those blood oaths?"

  • song of storms, make it rain » open, ninja training?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he was bored. he wanted fun. hanging upside down from his tail in the forest gave him an idea, and, quickly splitting his soul to possess both his tiger body and his monkey body, corporal nightpaw skidded into camp, eyes bright. [b]"anyone want to become a ninja?"

  • Beware, our savior is here! (Open, Amatus advertises the Serpentine Order)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i, n-c- private nightpaw, swear my life, honor and blood to serve lancelot and his great family forever on end, and i will fight and kill all that stand against the holy lord lancelot." why had he used his old name and not his new? and besides, why had he not used his real name? he didn't want to be bound truthfully, even if he would give out his undying loyalty.

  • don't apologise » open- nighty comes back with ANOTHER baby?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"mm. i'm going to go and get my tiger body now, but of course, you'll get used to it. as you will darkclan." he did, somehow, wish to explain to oliver that he was his father, but the whole point of him bringing them back was merely as soldies, so... the closest he could get to a relation was him posing as their older brother, and he was content with that.

    /same

  • agh ok plot help

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]so i promised myself i'd buy the person i got to help me on this a cheetah for this but that's by the by


    ok


    so i was a slightly younger person once and i discovered this fantastical ship
    aka
    robin I (aka dick grayson aka nightwing aka tHis character) x kid flash (aka wallace/wally west aka another character that does not exist)


    and i really thought this should happen for night
    so that means i need a kid flash


    but i need help
    should i seek someone out with a premade character resembling wally, knowing they'll be active, or find someone willing to make a character, knowing there's a possibility they'll go inactive?


    also just general love help so ya

  • song of storms, make it rain » open, ninja training?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"three's good enough; c'mon," private decided with a nod, swinging round and heading out of camp. "to become a ninja, you need silence, precision.. and cool masks. and i found a bunch of cool masks a while back, so take your pick." he had buried the store loosely at the bottom of a rather large tree between two roots, and now sent his tiger body to dig them out, bundled in a sack that was now unravelled and revealed.

  • THE MISSING PIECE [open, joining]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"a band of darkclanners awaiting your full response to emptypaw's inquiry. you've gotten the first bit down, but we still need to know your business." the maltese tiger rumbled in a deep baritone, voice void of all emotion once more as he padded over to join his clanmates facing this single feline at the border. why did these people seem to miss off a vital piece of information? private nightpaw cocked his head patiently, waiting.

  • BITE CHUNKS OUT OF ME )) open; plotty stuff/injury

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup][color=#00003b]( read it all, too; amazing :3 )


    the screams attracted him, and the maltese tiger padded over, somewhat curious. medic? the frantic shrieks obviously meant the injuries of the person richard had found were fairly bad, so private nightpaw quickened his pace before coming to a halt beside the larger tiger. damn. damn. he had seen injuries, but this seemed pretty bad, and the ex regime member found his dark sapphire eyes narrowing with an intense anger that he quickly subdued. [b]"we need to stop the bleeding. he'll die of blood loss before anyone with any experience gets here otherwise."

  • until morning comes » private, magnus

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][sup][color=#00003b]private nightpaw's muscles ached with fatigue now as he re entered camp, breathing harsh and laboured, blood slicking his pelt back. in his jaws, a stag, freshly killed and practically kicking; the fight had been long and hard, but it had eventually surrendered, dropping down and buckling to allow him to struggle with it all the way home. the pain, oh the pain had been unbearable, his joints and muscles screaming with agony, his battered frame begging for no more every time he was attacked in defence, but eventually he had beaten the buck down and boy was he glad.


    the maltese tiger trainee dropped the entire deer down, a massive specimen, and sat back, panting hard, eyes rolling. oh, god, he was tired, but he sat up straight and proper, simply trying to regain some breath. a few moments passed, and he found he could breathe again, so the male headed out once more, wanting to resume his previous activities.