Posts by Dark horse

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]-Captured by Bloodclan in General
-Doesn't have a name. You 'fill in the blank'
-No harm really unless you count an old scar from the middle of her tail to the end of it and being covered in dirt(ruble mostly)
-Right now is working with the other slave laborers and might save someone from being tortured

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The old habitable urge rose throughout the feline like a raging fire that was not allowed to escape the ruble of the logs unless it wanted to diminish from losing lack of oxygen. There was nothing she could do now besides even if she attacked the bloodclanner her soul would lose sight of her body as well being lost in a forever trance to roam across the land until her mind was completely forgotten. She was a slave, therefore fighting against them would be a bit of a blood bath. She might be able to take one out for sure and maybe two, but all of them seemed a bit out of her favor. So far she was not noticed by the bloodclanners that were in charge of the slave laborers. Thanks to her small size and knack of holding back that attitude of hers she was still alive. Soon she would snap and be another victim to torture. For now she would continue with doing the work they acquired of her. They knew the she-cat wouldn't run away. She had been given too many chances before yet stayed in Bloodclan for a reason they all didn't quite understand.
'Matyrs..' she clenched down her teeth hard together feeling her two small fangs dig into her lip. The blood that now was swelling down her throat was a bitter flavor, but she swallowed it keeping her words out of range of hearing. Finally she went back to work, but kept her claws sheathed letting the anger spread throughout her body.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The beatings were brutal. She tried giving her food rations to a slave kit and this was the thanks she got. It wasn't like she was ungrateful or anything just that her own sympathies for weaker individuals were unbearable. One meal wouldn't kill her to skip, but the torture from the Bloodclanners might. If the feline fought back the slave kit would pay, however, if nothing was done she might face her own demise herself. Pain shot up all corners of her body from the bruises outlining her bright crimson eyes to the scar traced across her tail. Not a single squeal of pain left her lips. The she-cat would not be subject to this torture. She couldn't let them feel superior to her even if she might have been scum in her eyes. They promised that if she showed agony they would show her mercy. Ha, like that would ever happen. The feline would do it not for herself, but for them. The other prisoners who had to endure such tragic pain just for a pathetic mistake. She would do it to prove she didn't care if they caressed her with sharp thorns that dug into her skin. If there was hope hiding in the shadows she would lure them out.
Sharp pains could be felt at neck point. Fear never crossed her mind for she was too focused on not letting any yelps escape her throat. Her teeth clenched tightly together letting her two abnormal sharp fangs slip into her lips. The blood drooped down her throat giving off a bitter taste. The urge to begin choking came, but still the she-cat held back. Someone now had chipped in with the group of martyr's kicking her side with a nasty blow. The quick fangs sheathed than came back increasing its speed and power. It seemed that soon she would be doused with her own blood. Only now the problem was everything had went numb. Sure she could feel a few pinches here and there, though the pain had gone away and so had her vision. It started to become a stale fog over her eyes. Unconsciousness was right around the corner. Death was not awaiting... it must have been occupied with a soul worth taking. Her eyes began to droop than everything turned black just like her fake unknown name portrayed her as.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Sure true a close friendship could be fun! & Remy could become really good friends with my character as well! I can make the threads for both if that's ok.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]If I'm not too late than I'd like to have my character, 'Nix,' join.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The little slave watched from above in a farther tree, but was using her super senses to make out the figures and conversation. Her teeth gritted and everything inside her called for death. She felt her claws sheath themselves digging into the tree's branch.
'What kind of sick joke is this....killing a soul before there time just for a temporary art project? It's digusting,' she scoffed under her breath in anger. Finally it came to her that she should probably start heading back to the work site. The feline calmed herself keeping her emotions deep down inside of her. If she was caught they would torture her as well and the same fate could be her demise as well. It wasn't worth it.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Close friendship or something like that?

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Yep that's totally fine. Want me to just make the thread?

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The wind seemed to be blowing pretty briskly today. Of course it was cold enough to bring chills running up and down her spine, but she pretended not to notice. The slave wasn't going to work today. She was using her pelt color change power to escape the treacheries to just be a Bloodclanner for now. She might be deceiving them, except death wasn't in her favor at the moment, therefore, enduring torture over and over didn't suit her well. The cat knew if she didn't become friends with some of the bloodclanners suspicious could be brought upon her from staying distant from everyone else. That was what happened last time. Maybe she could just go and bump into someone and than they would become clanmates like she saw in those stupid two-leg movies. The feline got up and began to walk, but accidentally, actually, hit someone. In shock she began to apologize like an idiot.
'I'm so sorry...I didn't see you...' she explained keeping her head down. Her old personality was getting the best of her again.

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Truth&Nix

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The feline watched from the shadows that kept her presence hidden. A few of the slaves had managed to escape the tyranny of Bloodclan. She had left, but as a different cat. She was using her Bloodclanner identity with that pelt color changing power. It had been quite useful these few days she had been in the clan. Her cover name was Nix, but wouldn't give out her real name to anyone. Once she realized it was pointless giving everyone a fake name considering she didn't even know it in the first place why even have one in the first place. Nix meant nothing which would work for now. She felt her heart rate increasing its speed. She hated fights and thought it was quite pointless with all the blood spread everyone had to spill. The problem was she didn't know how to fight very well. She'd never had a mentor as a kit and it cost her big time. Watching would be enough training for now.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The lightheaded feeling inside her mind was starting to really get her in a case of irritability. The fall of a single leaf was pissing her off. All the petty things around her got on her nerves for just existing. She hoped the headache inside her being would decease itself. The cool wind was full of moisture that brushed through her fur. She might have been a slave, but getting some fresh air was worth a few punches to the flank. If they made her bleed a river so be it. The outdoors were what kept her in control otherwise she would endanger her life and the clanners around her.
'Wonder if this place ever rains?' she muttered to herself. It wasn't like she hadn't seen rain before, but it was always nice to have that soft feeling pouring on her face. The raindrops that emptied the sky kept her at peace. They restrained her from becoming like all the crazy martyrs in this environment.
'Oh how the crimson has doused this place of its sanity...'

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Africa&Nix

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Nix let herself be influenced by the breezes freezing touch. (Entering)

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Nix watched everyone getting ready to fight to their last everlasting breath of life until their soul was pulled out of them free from the material world. She hated fighting and violence. It wasn't her style unless you toyed with her past you'd see her true colors. Nix would probably go. They hadn't noticed her leave of the slave laborer camp yet anyways. For now waiting seemed like the best idea. The thought of getting killed before she even arrived did not seem very convenient.
'Hope the wind doesn't kill you first...' The thought wished through her mind than subsided as if a fire had one spark left, but died out.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Nix wasn't sure how to react. Her sanity told her not to charge in an attempt to stop the bloodclanenrs from hurting the prisoner. However, the other part of her had not problem acting on impulse to try to stop them from believing torture was the best solution. She began to breath slowly. Maybe in a second she would jump in, but for now she needed to see how it would all play out.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]So guess bloodclanenrs hadn't completely lost there insanity to killing and torturing everything they saw. Nix might have assumed certain things, but couldn't forget the way they acted for the need of blood lust. She shook her head forcing herself to befriend the newcomer.
'Nix...call me Nix,' she nodded. The anger that crossed her mind for having such a stupid name irritated her, but it was better than using her slave name. She would suck it in for now.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]The metropolis which the bloodclanbers lived in was gigantic. She felt the small pain in her back legs. That morning had not been kind to her. Being a slave wasn't easy, in fact, most of the Bloodclanners would pick on you making life harder. That morning two females had been putting blows on her paws every time she stopped to take a breath. The small poke of blood going down her pelt still was bringing chills up Nix's spine. In the afternoons she would usually change the color of her pelt into her disguise. It was like she lived to different lives, but in the same timeline doing everything together which bonded them to one another for eternity. Connected...with no escape of separation. She headed over to a small well. Even if she was able to change her appearance a bit that would not change the stains of ruble that scattered her being. Usually in the mornings till' the late afternoon she would work tirelessly with a golden coat covered in dirt. From the late afternoons till' darkness came over the horizon, the feline would be a brown tabby cleaner than before.
'Appreciate ya Karma,' she growled under her breath as the water doused onto her head than spilled over her body. Once the dirt was deceased she went over and roll in the grass letting the heat and kinetic energy of her movements do the rest. The back of her kind began to remind her again to befriend some cllanners otherwise she would be out of place and more noticeable especially if she continued to pop out of nowhere around them. Nix got up and began to walk getting lost in a daze when she accidentally clashed into someone.
'Uhh...I'm sorry. I didn't see you there,' she began to apologize keeping her head down in embarrasment. The she-cat began to feel the small warmth moving to her cheeks hinting that she was blushing drastically. She couldn't look up now till' she called down.

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[fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor=#104E8B; borderwidth=0px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=9pt]Nix watched Morgana run off. A small smirk fell on her face glad that the female seemed quite light on her feet. She looked over to the storming off first tier. Thinking how pathetic it was to see his little tantrum. The way he reacted could have been done more properly than that to actually make some one feel guilty.
'Bastard...' She scoffed under her breath than glimpsed at Zeref before she too began to walk off as slow as possible to make the impression that the scene didn't seem to bother her. The other reason for it was to hint that there was no where she needed to be. What a lie that was.

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