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  • POISONOUS | open

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    "F#ck man, she bites!" Joining the crowd and frowning at the prisoner as if he was talking about some b!tchy cat, Alfred adjusted his glasses and made sure not to get anywhere close to her. Nope. Even with that thing on her face she'd still try to rip his head off. Man, he f#cking knew it.


    Truth be told, he missed the old Nat. The chick who was super chill, called Cassius 'Shades', and was there to help when the country boy just about drowned in a watery cave full of corpses. He could almost feel the sting of that electricity, even now.


    Poking his head out from behind Rick, Alfred couldn't help but look a little bit sad at the display. Not because he felt sympathy for the feral canine, but he...he knew her once. That little detail never slipped his mind. He knew her. No, he knew who she used to be. When he visited RiverClan she just about attacked him, which was a huge slap to the face. Sure, maybe he ran off to ColouredClan, but he just hadn't felt right in RiverClan. Not to mention the bitter rage was eating away at him the whole time. He had to get out of there, he didn't have a choice.


    [color=#FCDC3B]"I think she said once her kids were dead because of the last capture. I dunno man, it f#cked her up bad, but I didn't think she'd be this far gone." He wondered, briefly, if there was a chance of recovery for her. A slight hope that she would be okay one day. He knew something bad had taken a hold of her, someone f#cked with her vulnerable state, and he couldn't take it. That thought ate at him.


    Why did he care so much? Did he...did he honestly blame himself for watching, for not saying anything?


    Yeah, he...he kinda did. He did blame himself. And the guilt hurt a damn lot.


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  • can i have your attention please | o, nighty needed \\ idea?

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    // f u c k i'm so museless


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  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it




    Al and Fright could spar but Frighty is a lil fat and Alfred is a beast so maybe they could get carried away and Frighty get a bit injured by accident ??

  • Sorrow and Sadness||Open, violin

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    [color=#FCDC3B]"And for the record, my arse is fantastic." He grinned, though to be honest, his ass was pretty hot. He worked for that sh!t.


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  • I DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE | PRIVATE

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    Was Alfred in said group? Well, he'd come to hang with them because they were f#cking fun to hang with, minues one or two guys who got way out of line when any decently attractive woman walked by. They usually got their lights punched out and their bodies left there. Although there was one time one of these dudes just decked his ass because he was a bit low on food and sleep. But he was gonna make sure that didn't happen again.


    Despite it being cold for most, Alfred was for some ungodly reason always warm. Even in the dead of winter he'd be able to survive in less layers than the average person. Why, he didn't know. Not to mention he was used to the cold from where he had grown up, which only helped his tolerance to the weather that much more. He really only disliked it for a few personal reasons based along morbid memories. You know, sh!t like that.


    Well, what had the gang planned for today? Roll around in the frosty mud of course! Well, most of it was manly giggling and just handfuls of mud being tossed like snowballs. It was...interesting. It was fun, at least, but nothing short of drunken fun.


    Alfred, one the other hand, was one of about three not drunk off his ass, and of course found himself feeling a little gross covered in icy mud and sh!t. Besides, if the ice crystals were big enough, those sh!ts could give you a bit of a scrape.


    He decided he needed to go do something else after most of them passed out not long after, and he found himself just wandering around. He have about 15 minutes before yanking his shirt over his head, tying the muddy fabric around his waist. He could wash it when he got home.


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  • PROCRASTINATION NATION || open, "studying" (the struggle is real)

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    Leave it up to Alfred to run into the person procrastinating, so he could be more of a distraction. Why not, right? Then again, from the looks of it, whatever this was just wasn't working. Maybe he could be of help, or at least take her mind of whatever torture she'd been forced to endure or something. Hey, it was an effort made.


    Raising his head after speaking with the fallen cards in his mouth, having picked them up when he saw that her little legs weren't doing much, Alfred rubbed the back of his neck and offered a dorky grin behind the cards. He put them on the open window, sliding them over to give them back to their creator. They were a bit cold and slightly wet, but nothing that couldn't dry soon.


    Now before anyone though that Alfred was just stalking Mids or something, he was totally innocent. He hadn't even shown up over here for Midnight, the reason he was where he was could be found around his neck. One of Cassius's snakes were comfortably wrapped around his neck and shoulders loosely, looking as if it was trying to snuggle into his fur. He'd found it freezing in the snow after looking for it for about an hour. No snake was dying on his watch, he was not prepared to go through seeing a piece Snake Lord's soul die with the snake. Insert long but loving sigh here.


    [color=#FCDC3B]"Rest in peace, dear Midnight." Seriously. Studying sucked ass, and he didn't have to do it.


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  • LOVE ME [open - meet and greet]

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    He went on to assume this person had recently joined the ranks and he just hadn't been there to observe, since the territory was rather large and you couldn't really expect everyone to be in the same place just because someone appeared. It was simply impractical and he supposed unrealistic. But at least no one whined at him for it.


    Observing the unfamiliar being judging the houses as if it would change things, the ivory furred male perked his ears up and took his glasses off to clean some dust off on his fur before putting them back on. [color=#FCDC3B]"They are a bit...old."


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  • THIS WAS (O)NLY GONNA HURT//m&g + beauty scale

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    "Rating people, huh? I wonder how difficult it is to get into the 9's." He assumed Damiano placed himself at a solid 10/10, or maybe more. Probably more. No matter, it was actually pretty entertaining to see someone with such a bold personality interact with his much more...subtle clanmates. And like he had stated before, it wasn't that he disliked the kid. He knew how to get on and stay on his good side to have one less person annoying him in the long run, and so far he had done that quite well. Aside from the habit of cursing that the grand son of Yuri disliked, as figured out by being given a small lecture about it. No matter, if that was the only issue, he would hold off on it until he was out of their precious earshot. It wasn't too difficult.


    Taking a spot with the small group, Alfred smiled a bit and shook his head, though he looked more amused than anything else. [color=#FCDC3B]"Surely you'll know everyone you share this clan with, at this rate. But that's a key to success, isn't it?" It was strange to think about it now, but right in this moment Alfred seemed a slight bit...different. Still the same guy, just subtle differences. For example, no swearing of any kind, and he sounded much more confident and yet mature and relaxed. See, he had this sort of thing for when he used to lead the Knights, and now that there was nothing left of them besides Samual, Pixel, Cassius, and himself, he had no real use for it. Not until he became involved in meetings and politics. Then his little regal demeanor would return for it's original use. [color=#FCDC3B]"However, if you don't mind my asking, why is the great Damiano rating people at all?" Again, he was still rather amused.


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  • without what we've done / open _ wolf attack

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    Ah, yes. Guilt. Why guilt of all things? Was it because she blamed him for her dead kids? It was no lie that he had stood there and watched, but he didn't...he didn't know what to do. Under that mask of bitterness and rage he wore, there was just a frightened sucker who had been too held down by fear of the past and the future consequences that he just...froze. Froze in place and never moved again. Even when Nighttales had admitting to being the one truly responsible, he still felt that overwhelming guilt.


    It could be explained in a few simple reasons. One, he used to know the person Supernatural was once upon a time. Two, his past. Always his past. Once he was a soldier, a young soldier who was shown the worst mankind had to offer in one life time, the very crown of it being shown as he just barely crawled into adulthood. He had to kill children for the sake of capturing a town, or a city. Dead children in the streets, or dying, or wandering around looking for the parents that would never come home again. It was all too much when he was told he was responsible for the death of something so innocent, so precious. He destroyed it. They never had a chance to grow up and live, because he did nothing.


    And that was why he was here now. He wanted to help her in a way of apologizing for everything she said he'd done, but at the same time...he felt she deserved to f#cking rip him to shreds. If she so desired. Or maybe it was more what he deserved. He didn't know. What he did know, however, was that a small part of his mind was begging not to take another step towards that animal. Something in the back of his mind was trying to tell him something. It was in there, something trying to break through.


    But he faced Nat anyway.


    He kept his wings to the side, tightly so she couldn't rip them off his back. "You gonna kill me still, Nat?"


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  • spread jam on toast ; alfred + cassi needed, joinerr

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    Children...he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about kids. Normally he didn't have a huge problem with them, unless they got fussy and whiny and screamed like banshees, things like that. One of the benefits of being in this world full of animals was that he got to see litters of mewling kittens and puppies that looked like little sausages instead of shrieking human babies with hands just right for yanking your hair out.


    But most people could relate to that one, and he'd even gotten from experienced mothers that it really was worth it. Which led him to his second and much more prominent concern. He was raised in a violent household, a pretty broken home. While he knew what was okay and what was not, he was still cared of one thing. He didn't...he didn't want to become his father. He didn't want to lose his temper one day and hit the kid, and if that wasn't enough it just kept...going. No, he didn't want that. He didn't want to hit anyone at all, but unfortunately that promise had been flung out the window. Broken like Cassius's ribs after their last major fight. And while that wasn't all him, it still haunted him from time to time even now, should he come home irritated that was always the first memory to spring into action. Some sort of inner demon gone bad. Mind cancer.


    But his point was he wasn't scared of the kid, he was scared of being a bad parent and slowly but surely end up in the same place as his father. Hated to the kid and dead to everyone else.


    So when he found that baby dragon who called him a daddy, and that thing went snuggling into Cass's arms, Alfred internally panicked. He was happy, yes, most certainly happy. This could have been the shot at having am actual, normal family. But he still panicked on the inside and even felt physically ill. [color=#FCDC3B]"I-It's cute." After a moment of silence, where Alfred began to look a bit sickly, he tugged at his dog tags nervously and kept an eye on the dragon baby. Where did he even come from?


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  • HEAVY IS THE COST | private

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    So, this was awkward. He had half a mind to turn and just f#cking leave, but he knew that wasn't exactly the most polite thing to do. Hell, he'd just be a jackass for pulling something like that. Personally, he wasn't trying to act like a douche right now, he didn't have any reason to.


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  • HAPPY HOLIDAAAYYYS [open, decorating] HAPPY HOLIDAAYS

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    [color=#FCDC3B]"You gonna get a tree or something to put all that sh!t on or...?" Not even 10 minutes in and he was already reading his cheeky commentary. Of course.


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