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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]The former melanistic serval would soon strut out of his room, this time sporting a brand new margay body. He'd strike a pose here or there as he walked, one feminine paw going right after the other as he pretended he was on some type of runway. The spotted feline body was just like any other margay, really, the only real difference was that golden hoop-earrings were sported into its ears, smaller pear-white studs being pierced around the rims right below the hoops. There was, however, one more difference, this one being quite the drastic change for the former serval . . . Nighto was female.

"Come and get it, chicos!" Nightosphere would holler in her new overly feminine voice, a slight Hispanic accent showing through the over-dramatic way she spoke. Ah, yes, being a girl would most definitely be fun.

( he'll only be sporting his new body for this thread, seeing as i decided it would be fun to play Nighto as a sassy latina-margay for a little cx )

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]"Count me in." The melanistic serval would purr as he materialized out of the shadows, his crimson visionaries narrowing in slight interest. There was no doubt that their Lord's sudden declaration of going out to hunt for this 'morality' thing had definitely peaked his curiosity. [/size][/justify]

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]Oh, yeah, he'd be participating in a lot of these. Advancing slowly towards the group, the long legged apprentice would dip his head slightly towards his fellow members before allowing his signature smirk to etch its way onto his odd features. "I'm up for it."[/size][/justify]

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]"Shit, dude, that looks like it friggin' hurts." A certain ebony colored male would observe as he emerged from out of the shadows, his bright red optics focused on the sunburn that just happened to be spayed across the albino serval's shoulders. Despite his own intense sensitivity to the sun, Nightosphere had never quite experienced something like sunburn, and now that he had a clear view of it he was damn glad he hadn't. It looked awfully painful. "You might want to get that checked out or something. Just a little suggestion, of coarse."

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]Large, almond colored visionaries would soon blink in slight surprise as Articflame inquired her identity. Sure, Nightosphere had changed in form, but didn't the former Scarclanner recognize her over-the-top, sassy personality? Apparently not. "The name is Nightosphere. I believe we've already had the pleasure of meeting, Artic." The spotted feline would say with a curious flick of her tail. Damn, was this awkward or what?

Her head would soon tilt over to Jaggedpaw's direction, a toothy grin soon spreading itself onto her delicate maw. "Welp, I didn't exactly find it but more or so jumped into it by accident. Long story short I was outside, saw a Margay, and boom-bam-baby I had myself a new body." So much for an over the top, detailed explanation.

Now, moving onto the tom who didn't want to come and get some. "Excuse me, Mijo? Livepaw, you should really stop lying to yourself and accept the fact deep down inside you probably do want to come get some of this spicy little margay."

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crap, sorry for not reply !!
i'm so behind on my other accounts Dx

i'll have my reply up this weekend.
i just don't want to type a crappy paragraph up as a reply, after you gave me a museful one.

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ five moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ no powers ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]The male would give her a rather dumbfounded look at first, his crimson optics widening slightly as she winked at him. Usually he was the one starting up all the sexual tension, but it seemed like the little lady before him could start it up just fine on her own. Smirking slightly, Nightosphere would allow the pretty little fossa to observe him, his gaze practically unreadable as she did so. "Faded into the blue? Well, that's certainly a good thing." He'd hum in his usual seductive tone, pure amusement playing on his exotic features. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Nightosphere, by the way. What might I call you, m'lady?"

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ five moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ no powers ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]"Hm, well aren't you a brave little trooper?" A certain melanistic serval would muse as he materialized from out of this shadows, his crimson visionaries narrowing into slits as he observed the little femme before him. Without so much as another word the serval would begin to circle the she-kit, his vampire-like fangs practically gleaming at the sight of what he thought to be young, fresh meat. Normally the male wasn't so cold and well...heartless. But as the distinct smell of Windclan wafted up into his nostrils, he decided that today would be quite the acceptation.

"Wandering right into the wolf's den. Pro-clanners are getting a lot dumber, aren't they?" Nightosphere would finally chime aloud, his blood red optics trained on Marceline and her little bat. "What business do you have here, girly." The words had been spoken as more of a statement than anything else. A statement that required an immediate answer.

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ five moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ no powers ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]It really hadn't taken long for the melanistic serval to spot Augustus, his crimson visionaries practically gleaming with delight as he caught sight of him. If he recalled the memory of the event correctly, this was the very tom who began to get quite uncomfortable after he had transferred into his margay body and told all the guys to 'come-and-get-it'. Slinking his way out of the shadows, Nightosphere would slowly make his way towards the albino male, his blood red gaze raking over the serval's form before finally allowing his usual smirk to play amongst his features. "Aye, you're that kid with the sunburn! I never caught your name though."

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ five moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ no powers ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]His crimson visionaries would narrow slightly at her words, his pointed ears flickering as a sign of slight annoyance. It irritated him greatly how the little femme managed to be so blunt and well...cold on a daily basis. Though it didn't bother him for the reasons one might think. Her personality was just so closed off, that it kept the melanistic serval from reading her like he would an open book, and that irked him the most. Being quite the social character, Nightosphere usually had no trouble reading someone's body language or tone in order to distinguish just what was going on in their heads. With Mikasa, however, his talent and charm wouldn't exactly work.

"Ugh, women. I'll never understand them." The cannibalistic male would mutter with a slight shake of his head. Allowing a tired sigh to escape past his parted jaws, the apprentice would finally allow himself to speak directly to the kitten. "Alright, so why are you angry?"

//mobile + rushed
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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions: margay ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]It hadn't exactly been the fairest of fights, that was for sure. Nightosphere had found himself face-to-face with quite the beast, it's fur rippling against its body and his lips drawn back into a snarl which revealed ugly, yellowing teeth. The animal, if he hadn't been mistaken, had been a timber wolf and a very well-developed one at that. The creature had appeared to be all muscle, and was so incredibly large that the apprentice could have sworn the earth shook beneath his feet as it lumbered forward in a menacing manner.

Most would have most likely ran for cover, knowing a lost cause of a battle when they saw it. Nightosphere, however, was no such person. Instead, he had stood his ground and faced the trespassing beast without so much as a second thought. By relying on his speed and over all stealth, the melanistic serval was finally able to lunge and digs its claws into its throat. The wolf had gone down with a helpless gurgle, his form slowly crumbling as he fell onto the flat surface below his feet.

After the adrenaline had stopped pulsing through out his veins, sudden pain managed to set in. It was then that he noticed one of the more severe blows the canine had managed to inflict. A long, deep, jagged slit was running from his upper shoulder blade all the way to his right side. Blood had began to pool below his paws, and finally the overwhelming light-headedness would set it. "Shit..." Was all he'd mutter before finally collapsing onto the ground, his crimson visionaries squeezing themselves shut as a stinging sensation overtook his shoulder.

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He wasn't exactly dressed formally. Instead the handsome brunette was sporting a loose, casual black tank top with dark jeans. He also wore a black beanie on his head, the material barely covering the small, punk-like spikes he had in as studs. [/justify]

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions: margay ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]A switch in leadership, huh? Now this was certainly going to be an interesting week.

Prowling out of his place in the shadows, the melanistic serval would slowly take a seat amongst the rest of the forming crowd, his crimson visionaries focused on their new temporary lord. Nightosphere, of coarse, wouldn't say anything out loud but he was actually looking forward to seeing just how well Serpentine faired in Darkclan. It was, after all, a lot more different than Bloodclan. [/size][/justify]

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions: margay ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]A voice seemed the blare far off in the distance, the incisive questions eventually prodding him back into a state of consciousness. Cracking a single eye lid open, the melanistic serval would attempt to focus his blurred vision on the one speaking. "...Arctic? Y-Yeah, I can--" The constant throbbing would soon cause Nighto to take in a sharp breath of air, his oddly sharpened teeth clenching together as he attempted to keep the pain at bay. "Be honest with me. How bad is it? Don't sugarcoat this shit just tell me straight up weather or not I'll live." [/size][/justify]

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[align=center] [glow=black,2,300][size=5]NIGHTOSPHERE ![/glow] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -17px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] [glow=#DC143C,1,300] ❝ girl, i'm a thousand years old, i'm a riddle ❞ [/glow] [/fancypost] [size=7pt][font=georgia] melanistic serval ⋆ six moons ⋆ medium difficulty ⋆ multiple possesions: margay ⋆ cannibalistic ⋆ demonic [/size]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 440px;] [justify][size=8]"Aye, Richy-Rich." A certain melanistic serval would greet as he began to slink away from his position in the shadows, that ridiculous smirk of his still cleanly embedded onto his dark features. Nightosphere sure as hell wasn't any newbie, but that didn't mean he couldn't just drop by and say hello to his mentor, right? He certainly hoped not, for if it did then that would mean he had wasted about two seconds of his life walking over. Glancing over at the other two, the long-legged feline would dip his head. "Jag, Merc. Good to see ya'." [/size][/justify]