Posts by RUSSIA ZAROFF

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Tilting his head a bit, Alfred wagged his tail a few times and made sure the small reptile wasn't injured and that was the only reason it didn't just run away. He couldn't have been the only one expecting the dragon to run free. That's what wild animals did, right? What? The dragon was technically wild.

He heard it's stomach growl, and bit the inside of his cheek. Pixel said he was this thing's dad or something and he found his ears begging to burn. One, that word in particular wasn't something he wanted to hear. Jester f#cked that seemingly innocent or slightly kinky word for him. But he didn't say that.

"It's stomach's growling. I don't know how to feed a dragon, they're all drastically different."

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As expected, someone was going to point out the colors. It was going to be crude, slightly rude, maybe even obnoxious...

And hilariously ironic.

"You gay ass motherf#cker." And who else would say something so basic? Well, yours truly of course. The good news was that he didn't sound angry or horribly offended and disgusted, rather, incredibly amused. Amused and rather fond of the colors. They looked great, and while he wouldn't say it, he preferred them over the black and blue.

Striding over with a sh!t eating grin on his pale face, Alfred stretched out his dark wings and looked Fright up and down. Nope. Definitely gay. [color=#FCDC3B]"Nah, you look great. A little bright, but hey, what'cha gonna do?"

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With music from the 80's blaring from speakers connected to his music player, in all their old school glory, Alfred got to work setting up his magnificent fire. A trip to the forest give him giant logs and long branches that were just about the size of him, if not that then longer. But he wasn't using those to pile up on top of each other, oh no. He had other plans.

He held them up so they all stayed together, stacked upward like some small tower or something. An almost triangular tower. In the space left over within the figure, he threw the smaller sticks and logs in, making sure not to knock the wood formation over.

Then he got the lighter fluid. He doused that motherf#cker all over the wood until it looked wet. And what does one do with lighter fluid? F#cking light it. And that he did, a couple sparks he only needed to create with the help of mastered elemental powers, and the whole thing went up in flames. Smoke crawled towards the sky, the wood popped and cracked slightly from the fire, preparing embers to be thrown at whoever was standing too close.

In less than an hour, maybe 15 minutes at best, the fire was stretching and reaching for the heavens above, embers being flung away with each loud pop or crack. From time to time Alfred poured more lighter fluid into the bonfire to almost encourage it to go higher. But the fire he had now was...it was pretty big.

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All these people going places, doing things, and here he was, half asleep on the dock just...doing nothing. Now, it would be weird to sleep at the coast at this time, but he'd done it before later in the day, going on into the night. He couldn't help it, really, the ocean sounds were just that good. Pretty relaxing.

At least, it'd be way more relaxing if he didn't constantly have someone prodding at him just to be a pain. Or, well, something. While everyone had their cutesy little pokemon or maybe something totally extravagant and powerful looking, Alfred found himself in a Gengar's company. Just...Gengar. Fat and purple. Sometimes intimidating in battle with a rather creepy grin, but other than that it was pretty chill. It just liked to poke at him to make sure he hadn't died in his sleep. Thanks for the concern, but it wouldn't be needed.

But then again, he couldn't be mad at the concern. It was pretty cute, and only caused him to laugh a bit whenever someone expressed a dislike of any sort of ghost pokemon. 'Too creepy' they'd say. 'Surely evil'. 'They'll turn on you the second you give them the chance', and of course, 'freaky'. Straight to the point, that one. But no matter. Alfred knew it wasn't true, not in the least bit. He kinda...had a thing for the ghosties. Just because they were outcasts and usually overlooked and shamed. Not to mention how incredibly sad some of them were. Dead people, dead children, a possessed doll? All this creepy stuff. Speaking of which, he had a couple little ghosties all keeping him company. There was the Gengar, a Banette that refused to battle at all for whatever reason, a Yamask who had a bad habit of crying, a Flareon once abandoned, and even a Trubbish just because he couldn't resist the little bag of trash. It wasn't exactly what he would call a good battling team, but he liked it. It was like one big family of misfits.

For the most part, he ignored the commotion going on, he was used to it. Al hadn't really found a place to call home yet, and so was more than adjusted to the crazy life he found himself surrounded by. Trainers, breeders, regular people, you name it. Now why was he here? Wandering again. He heard an old friend was in Vermillion, at least, so he had made plans to visit him soon enough. For now, though, here he was. Those plans were what he focused on until the Sylveon not too far away attempted to blast through another guy. Ouch.

Luckily it had been avoided, but that didn't mean his Flareon didn't decide to go investigate anyway. Now, the poor dear had been through hell and back, so it just kinda limped over slightly as it ran. Naturally, Alfred ran after it, holding the Trubbish in his arms with the Yamask on one shoulder and the Banette on the other. Gengar could run fine, and so it did.

It was almost funny to see someone with so many pokemon attached to them. That sort of thing was rarely seen, and if it was, the person was more often than not a pokemon breeder or caretaker of sorts. He...he guessed that was kind of what he was. He took in what no one wanted.

"Hey, hey...watch the bundle of fur." As the Trubbish in his arms flapped it's garbage arms like a penguin, Alfred offered Pixel and Cassius a small smile while gently pulling his Flareon over to his side with his leg. He got a good look at the Sylveon, crouching down and setting the little trash pokemon down, where it scrambled behind him. As Pixel profusely apologized to the tanned trainer, he just gave a little wave to Dani and observed the rather pretty pokemon.

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He just got promoted...again. Sweet. F#cking sweet. Maybe he could crawl up the ranks again, to a more...powerful position. What? So he had some ambition hiding under the rest of his strange personality. So what? At least he'd be out doing something rather than sitting around and whining about god knows what. And he had a nostalgic fondness for promotions.

[color=#FCDC3B]"Thanks, Nighty. Nightlight. Night my man." Okay he was done. Honestly he could keep going, but he didn't. He didn't need the odd looks. [color=#FCDC3B]"Officially in charge of some sons of b!tches." He muttered under his breath with a sh!t eating grin, glancing at an npc who looked at him with a disapproving look. He rolled his eyes and forced out a quiet apology and headed out, really not finding reason to stay.

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*waves*

i could if you want!

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[color=#FCDC3B]"Hey, I know what I'm doing. I used to burn much larger fires and it was all okay. Believe me, Nighty." He lightly punched the leader in the shoulder, grinning brightly. He heard Tara's little laugh there too, and found himself wanting to have a little party around this fire or something. [color=#FCDC3B]"Cool? Yeah, I tried."

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Padding over, Alfred looked over the group and took a seat. "Truth or Dare, man. That one is fun as hell."

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i need some drama plots so hey wanna plot
idk that was an attempt

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Looking Cor over again and again, just to make sure this wasn't some dream, Alfred adjusted his glasses and offered her a grin. [color=#FCDC3B]"Still got that plant obsession?"

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Looking up at Vol as he joined the group, Alfred offered a small smile and tried to ignore the smell of blood. As long as he didn't think about it, it wouldn't give him too much of an issue. Sure, the smell was strong, and the little animal heads littering the ground did make him a bit nauseous, but he was obviously forcing himself not to look. [color=#FCDC3B]"Still hungry?"

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Maybe Alfred was a bit paranoid, but in all honesty it was just how he was trained in days long, long ago. Always expect the worst. No matter what, always expect the absolute worst. You could prepare to defend yourself thinking like that, but then again, he was starting to doubt his thought process. Lately he'd been through some sh!t, mentally and physically, and his trust in everyone was beginning to slip. But then again, those he had to deal with hadn't been in ColouredClan. It made him frustrated and confused, but above all, irritated that life had to f#ck with him again and again, right up the ass. Thanks a lot.

He'd been taking a walk, trying to clear his head of so many god awful things, when he had found Derrick. What was he doing here? Was there anyone else? No...right? Should he talk to him? A breeze swept through his pristine fur, and he stretched out his ebony wings before loosely placing them at his sides again. "I didn't think anyone else would be here." Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Alfred let out a quiet sigh and debated with himself whether or not to actually go near the guy. Did he want him there, or what was the deal here?

He decided to go get some company and not be such a loser. Seriously, who just wandered around the cliffs with graphic and horrendous thoughts on their mind? That just sounded bad.

Padding quietly over to the cliff's edge where Derrick resided, Alfred tugged at the dog tags around his neck and laid bright blue eyes on the bird flying about. Cool. The feathers on his wings were ruffled a bit from the breeze and the instinct to jump off the edge and go gliding around himself. But considering he was just learning how to fly again after one of the worst tortures he'd endured since being reincarnated, that was a bad idea.

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At Bennet's words, his ears perked up as if something had caught his attention. He had a fair point. [color=#FCDC3B]"Don't forget thirst. But yeah, that's the basics. God forbid your mortal desires become legitimate desires. I'm talking sexual sh!t here." Why did he have to bring that one up? Because he can, and he wanted to see if anyone got uncomfortable. Besides, it was indeed a mortal desire for most. Now there were the ones who were in no way interested, and that was okay. But he was not one of those people, and most of the time it was a legit thing to want. But whatever. [color=#FCDC3B]"Or do whatever, it's your life, not mine. Just try not to eat everything, alright?" He grinned and shrugged muscular shoulders. Joke was on the rest of them, he had veggie food at home.

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*slides ur boi in like those dms*

lil dono babe is the cutest child
he calls Alfred his uncle i'm gonna cry

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Ari was grown, but probably dead. Besides, Ivan had won in taking his niece from him anyway. She wasn't ever in contact with him anymore. She was a distant memory, like so many others.

But that was fine, he was okay. He had another chance to be a good family member, even if it wasn't technically his family. Lucien asked him, and he accepted. Not that he would ever tell Donovan or Twisted that.

Derrick arrived, too, and he gave the other a small nudge with one of his large wings, like a true bro. [color=#FCDC3B]"Thanks, man."

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Passing Nat with a pretty awkward silence hanging around him, Alfred chose to ignore her and sit by Lucien, wagging his tail to a point where a quiet thump was heard every time his fluffy white tail hit the ground. "I would help, but my powers that could help are pretty weak. I think they're dying. Sorry, man." He nudged Lucien lightly, a dorky grin on his pale features. He tried.

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( blows u a kiss )

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"Hey, c'mere. You sound like you're gonna cry." So maybe they barely knew each other, if that, but he couldn't help himself. She was sad and all on her own and he just...knew what that was like. It was hell, and he'd rather get harassed for helping her out then let her off without at least something. You know, back into the cold world waiting her, probably with f#cks waiting to make it even more bitter, sh!t like that.

Scooting just a little bit closer, Alfred wrapped one large ebony wing around the ex-medic, careful not to harm his wing or the vines around her body. When Perma decided to be a f#cking buzzkill, Alfred returned the harsh glare with his own, ears perking up but not in the usual curious puppy kinda way. More like, target locked and loaded. [color=#FCDC3B]"F#ck off, Perma. She isn't causing any harm, she can live wherever she damn well pleases. If you aren't gonna be useful, make yourself scarce." He almost pushed it with saying something about how he had kids to ignore, but something told him not to. Even though that would have been really good to say. But he was...trying not to get in trouble. Ah, f#ck it. He'd say something else. [color=#FCDC3B]"Why so disgusted, grandpa? See your reflection or something?" He followed up the snarky comment with a snarky grin, waving a paw as if he was totally innocent. He'd pass it off as a joke, since he sure as hell looked like he was joking around.

[color=#FCDC3B]"Well you're damn sure good with 'em. Forget RiverClan, Cor. They don't know what they're losing. Oh, and f#ck ShadowClan too, because I got my ass handed to me there and no one did jack sh!t. Nope. Didn't even have the courtesy to give me food when I'd been starving for days. Hey, ColouredClan is a lot better I tells ya. I wonder if Cassius still remembers you? I should ask him." While it seemed like Alfred had the energy of a small child to be saying so much, it was actually physically straining and exhausting for him. It might have not looked like it in a glance, but a good look at him gave away how tired he really was, and how with every sentence he looked more and more ready to collapse. But the thing was, he wasn't wasting his health on himself. He was trying to distract Coralie from the sadness she was feeling right about now. And it was...incredibly difficult.

// ic opinions just in case!
he's an asshole forgive him

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