Posts by katniss

katniss · Aug 31st 2015

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]She tensed slightly at the term 'feminazi', shooting Peter a sidelong glance. He didn't seem all that affected by it; no suspicious looks in her own direction or anything of the sort. "Mm, I'm Katniss," the citizen introduced herself, visibly relaxing. This chick seemed nice enough, and she was certainly… interesting. "Pleasure to meet you."

katniss · Aug 31st 2015

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]"Was Radicalclan still anti-male when you first arrived?" she asked curiously, determined to figure out exactly how and why everything had gone to hell. Well, in her opinion, at least. "Who was the leader?"

katniss · Sep 15th 2015

[fancypost borderwidth=0px]SUMMARY: katniss's body is taken over by a servant-god and he departs in search of his master [the whole thing was pretty loud & noticeable so people can be drawn to the noise x)]. i just don't have the muse to roleplay katniss anymore. :^(
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[justify]It wasn't that difficult to take over Katniss's body.

He was low on energy, yes, but he was still a god, far more powerful than any mortal. And his new vessel's mind had been clouded with resentment and bitterness, her mental barriers weak and easy to break through. Though he had only just awoken from a century-long slumber, jolted into wakefulness by the sudden call from his master and still weak both physically and mentally, it only took a few minutes to gain full control over the seal point's corpus. Along with her feeble barriers that she had foolishly neglected in favor of boosting her physical strength, the citizen had been caught off-guard by the unanticipated appearance of such a powerful being. He abruptly forced his way in, shoving her soul aside and chaining it so it couldn't fight back. Not that it would have been able to do much damage in the first place. As her soul struggled and flailed about inside the chambers of her mind, the uncaring deity rifled through her memories, thoughts, and emotions for anything useful. He was not pleased with what he found. Hatred burned within her, a deeply carved sense of misandry that angered the servant-god greatly. But the prejudice was laced with fear and sorrow, and he realized without the slightest stir of pity what had caused such a boiling rage directed at the male gender: abuse and rape, neglect and imprisonment. The males Katniss had encountered had not treated her well, to say the least, but still the servant-god remained stony.

After a few more minutes of going through Katniss's history and the like, the divine parasite decided he had no reason to keep his new body's initial soul around. And so he destroyed it. Her soul flickered out like a light, and through it all her physical body was writhing about on the ground, letting out bloodcurdling wails as the mental battle waged on. They were inhuman, alien noises, although the god paid no mind to them as they echoed throughout the walls of what was once Katniss's body. Now it was his.

But this wouldn't do. Oh no, some pathetic domestic cat could never do him and all of his divine glory justice. Of course, no grandeur could match that of his master, but he still viewed himself as quite the impressive deity despite having never been worshipped nor feared by mortals. He didn't need such creatures to care about or despise him – serving his master provided enough pleasure to last an eternity.

He had been about to take full control of the now soulless body, had been about to stand and get a feel for just where he was and what he was dealing with, but in that moment he froze. Master. Where is my master? Dread flooded through the god upon the realization that he was alone. His master had called to him, that he was sure of, but from where did the call originate? His entire being surged through the feline vessel, filling it with life once more as it rose and stood motionless. "Master! Please, show yourself to me!" called out the god, but the attempt at summoning his master was in vain. What am I to do?

Well, first things first, he had to assume his original form. Closing his eyes, the god inhaled a deep breath and felt himself change. His face remained stoic as he grew taller and more slim, trading in rock-hard muscles beneath a heavily scarred coat of thick fur for agility and grace, as well as a thin pelt of warm, earthy tones. Two sets of antlers sprouted from his head, and from them hung tendrils of moss and ivy, dotted with little flowers. The nature deer opened his eyes, exhaling a sigh of relief.

Zìrán Lú was the servant-god's name, and he did not feel any allegiance to this strange place where ideas of female supremacy existed and members of the two sexes remained forever at odds. He did not know any of the clan's inhabitants, felt no loyalty to them whatsoever. Only to his master. And so, without another word, he turned around and left.

katniss · Sep 16th 2015

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]tracking on sub

katniss · Sep 16th 2015

★[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -6px][hr]From the moment he was awoken from his slumber, the servant-god had felt an overwhelming sense of loss and despair – he should have been up in the heavens with his master, but here he was, cast down to earth for reasons unknown to him. Though he was unsure as to why he was here, Zìrán knew one thing he must do, something that gave him a sense of purpose when all else seemed lost. A command: kill Róngróng Shī. This he continuously muttered under his breath like a mantra. It comforted him somewhat; he was certain that if he did as he was ordered, he would be reunited with his master.

And how did he know this? Well, the command had come from the master, of course. The voice had echoed in his head as soon as he'd manifested in his physical form, ringing clear and unmistakeable. But there was one problem: Zìrán had absolutely no idea who this Róngróng Shī even was, much less where. And now he was being asked to slay them? Not that he minded. No, that was far from the truth. The large stag would do anything for his master, would even take his own life if need be. But that was not what he had been told to do.

The first place he came across during his futile search for both the master and his mysterious victim was Bloodclan. He'd heard rumors of their influence and ferocity during his short-lived traveling and was quite interested in their ways. Perhaps here he could begin to truly restore his strength and all the while keep his eyes and ears open in order to complete his objective. Yes, that sounds like a very good idea. And so he cautiously walked up to the edge of the gloomy-looking forest and stood motionless, curiosity in his sky blue optics as he examined his surroundings. The scenery was quite beautiful, he decided. "My name is Zìrán Lù," announced the servant-god in his clear voice, in hopes of moving things along more quickly once a Bloodclanner or two arrived. "And I am here to join your clan."