Posts by Lividkit

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"Ghosts can't die, but they can be kept held in an object or 'expelled'." Informed the slender, lanky serval as he padded over, taking a stand besides his father and letting his olive orbs rest on Basil, studying the other with slight interest in his eyes because this was a ghost and the cub had not seen one before. "If you want to know more, i know where you can get some books." Linx added, glancing at Euron and then back to Basil, ebony tipped audits flickering slightly. He was slightly intimidated by this amount of people, but Linx could not resist in offering his knowledge to this interesting red panda.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Was this a meeting? Apparently so. It seemed that Linx didn't know exactly where to place his paws as he entered the meeting. In fact, his olive eyes widened an inch when he saw the npcs and random members he didn't know dotted around the meeting area and then lastly, his Dad making the announcements. Some sort of pride at having such a Dad made him stand straighter, but he took a seat, ears flickering as he took in the announcements. "Congratulations." The serval cub said formally.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"Don't worry. Any speaking animal is a friend of mine." He spoke sarcastically, though he didn't really mean any harm by it and continued to study her pale white fur, his stub of a tail flickering from side to side. "You are in, Loran, due to an auto acceptance policy we have." He felt a bit of nerve flicker into his chest, simply because socializing wasn't his thing and yet this was exactly what he was doing and it made him feel strange. Seeing as Linx was quite new to the world, about 4 months to be exact, he hadn't had any life changing encounters, but that was going to change most definitely. It might just include wolves or it might not.

Shifting his ebony tipped paws, the servals nose wrinkles as a piece of dust flies into his salmon pink nostril, he rears back, turning his head to the side and releases one of the most dainty sneezes ever done by a boy. Sniffing slightly, he cast an apologetic look towards Loran. "I'm Linx Greyjoy. Pleasure." He muttered, feeling shame and embarrassment course through him, simply because she had seen him sneeze.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Glancing at Kenma, his ears flattened to his cranium, recoiling a little at the appearance of another member, but he offered a thin smile, before he sighed, dropping the act. It was clear the other was disturbed by Linx's attitude towards others, and no doubt he had anxiety or something, but oh well. So did Linx, he just handled it differently. "Kenma. Cool." He said, trying to sound calm, but his voice had a little wobble at the end and this caused him to release a small growl at himself. Staring at Saito and cursing his bad luck for ones who actually knew how to speak coming over, the serval cub shifted paws and then tried to stand tall. "Hey."

And hearing the familiar voice of his Dad, Linx felt a small bit of relief go through him as his olive optics traveled to Euron, ears flickering. "Yeah. I know my way around now." He answered, remembering back to how he had gotten lost around the camp. His eyes flickered to Basil, and his ears pricked. Now, this was an interesting creature. His eyes widened a little, especially at the wings, but he didn't want to seem strange and childish so he offered a thin smile. "Uhh, yes please. For education purposes of course."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Great. Someone who was bigger and older then him, and yet, Linx was almost sure that he knew more then the other. Well, more knowledge. Maybe Linx wasn't that great with manners. Although, he did have anxiety, he just handled it in a blunt manner, causing him to sound a little rude at times. Padding over, the servals eyes landed on the bear cub, olive eyes narrowing a little. Oh. He had a stutter. Raising his brow muscles as he padded over, Linx took a seat, waving his ebony paw around and sighing. "Linx." He muttered, before he pulled his dagger out of its sheath and plunged it into the earth, watching a couple of ants move as fast as they could away from the dangerous blade.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Maybe this trait of being cunning with a blade, he took for himself. Maybe he did it share it with any relatives. Or perhaps, his relatives had something he didn't know about. Maybe his Dad had some.. bad things in his past. Maybe. Linx was a bit too young to have his mind spoiled, but he knew damn well what had to be done with daggers. And he knew what sort of damage these sorts of things could cause of course. He wasn't stupid like other 4 months old cubs. He knew how to survive in a world like this, where anything could happen. Where you had to expect the unexpected. He knew what to do. Flicking his stub like tail, the cub decided to take a walk through the camp once more to survey his surroundings. He needed to know exactly where he was. For the first few weeks of, well, being alive, he felt fear sleeping in a territory where everything, every minor detail couldn't be visioned because he hadn't seen it yet. And because of that, there was a chance for attackers and such. Linx needed to be prepared.

A stray root protruded from the crumbly earth. Naturally, his youthful paws tripped over this root and down came the serval cub, tail and all. Grumbling, though at the same time, a stab of panic entered his stomach, because someone might've seen that, he looked around, relieved to see no one. And then he looked down at the root, glaring. Hey. You could've killed me root. There could've been a sharp thing poking out of the earth and i could've been.. seriously hurt! I could've died! Silly root! Watch where you're going next time. Linx was prepared to move on when a glint of something caught his olive eyes and slowly turning his head, he saw the blade. Only a blade, mind. Padding to inspect this object, he grabbed the blade, a stupid move and easily sliced the paw pad which made Linx groan in pain and clutch the paw. It was a small nick, but he was a small cub. Tears of frustration and anger came to his eyes, and he dug around the blade and found the black handle, grabbed that and pulled it from the earth. In his paws was a dirty, but very sharp dagger. Some initials of a past owner were engraved into it. And Linx remembered that back at home, he had a sheath!

Inwardly cheering for joy, he put the dagger in his mouth, jaws clamping tightly around the black handle and thrusted his head forwards, and the blade embedded itself into the tree, and tree sap came out. Grinning, he unlodged it and began to practice, grunting with each movement of the blade.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Reluctantly holding out the sliced paw, Linx growled a little in pain, his stub of a tail flickering from side to side. He didn't like to admit it, but he enjoyed Saito's company quite a bit, and preferred him to the others who thought he was bitter. Well, he was, but he had a reason for it, something they just didn't understand. And besides. He could relate to Saito. "Just a small cut." Linx grumbled.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Yawning, Linx slowly padded through the hallways, his olive optics closed, tongue lolling lazily out of his mouth, a tiny salmon pink muscle before he poked it back in, and his eyes snapped open when he heard the words spoken by Kenma. Well, Linx hardly knew Kenma, but whatever, right? He could still talk to him. Though the thing was, that whenever Linx got anxious due to his anxiety, he got more rude because he felt so nervous. It was his way of dealing with it and it never got better. The serval cub took a seat near Kenma and looked at the open door, eyes narrowing, ears pricked. "Hey. F*ck off ghostie." He muttered, using his new found vocabulary. He had heard some randoms say it and decided to use it. Besides. It was knowledge right?

Looking at Kenma a bit nervously, the serval decided to try and appear calm. "I think it must hate you. Ghosts only annoy people they hate." He spoke, half aware that was rude, and half aware that he was sweating near his temple.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]"What was all that about?" He grumbled, though he felt his paws tremble a little at the thought of socializing, clearly disturbed until he saw the other leave, and Linx felt his shoulders droop with relief, coming to a stand besides his Dad, Euron.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]The blackheart rouges stunk. So the serval cub decided to do something about it. His dad, the temporary leader of that place wasn't around too much for Linx to talk to. Always too busy doing.. things. And so he had no one he could latch onto. And being an anxious person who whenever they felt nervous turned rude, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to go to another clan. But it didn't matter. Linx bounded past the border, figuring it wouldn't matter, and he was exploring. As far as the cub was concerned, this place belonged to him! No one had come up to him so far! He was loving it! The independence he felt with each step he took. A smirk was on his lips.

Linx was yet to be scarred. He hadn't even been in any battles or major injuries though he had accidentally sliced his paw with his new weapon, the dagger. He was wielding this now, in his clamped jaw. "I can feel my energy. Oh, girl. I can feel it. Running. Pulsating. It's everywhere. Intoxicating." He sang softly, beating his paws and unaware that various people had probably heard him.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]'Neat little tune you have there, kiddo.'

At the sudden sound of a voice, the cub visibly flinched, but he was determined to remain calm, or at least, look like it. Heat flushed up his cheeks and he was intensely thankful for the fur that hid the blush that was definitely there. Linx turned around, lifting his chin and sticking out his chest a little, exaggerating that movement so he came off as confident. "I'm Linx Greyjoy." He announced, feeling a rush of pride run through him when he heard no wobble in his voice. Good. It would and should stay that way from now on. Business? A hot flash of panic ran through him and the servals heart raced, mind trying to conjure up an answer and instead he offered Pisces a smirk. "Just.. Meet and greet." Linx said the first thing that came to mind, though he was already regretting it because that meant.. the dreaded S word. Socializing.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]// open for capture and torture + helllooo

Wielding his small dagger, the serval cub decided to explore some more. Going to Sunclan actually hadn't been that bad. He met some people. They knew him, though the feeling of socializing had left him trembling, a little. It was a good thing he came off as confident. Linx passed the borders, and that was when the god awful scent hit him and he recoiled in pure disgust, olive eyes widening. Linx had yet to be exposed to the horrors of the world, though no doubt in a place like this, he would be. The son of Euron was a very flexible and small, solitary serval. He could fit anywhere. Anywhere being under barbed wires. Knowing that this would possibly go wrong for him, the tiny male figured he could easily get out of it with his new dagger. Little did he know what kind of place he had entered.

He easily slipped under the barbed wire, though it scratched his back and made him wince. He had gotten to here unseen by the watchful eye of people in the wooden watchtower cough rick cough by going through the dried grass which blended perfectly with his fur. And he made it here. Blinking his olive eyes, they scanned the new environment. No doubt his strong BHR scent would have drifted around the place. Oh! Was that food? His stomach growled, and although he was nervous, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by everything here. Even the bloodstained grass made him get the jitters.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Linx looked properly at Kenma, paw resting on the handle of his dagger, showing his nerves before deciding to act brave and he shrugged. "It doesn't bother me." But a sheen of sweat had appeared on the males forehead as he walked forwards, heading towards the door and he wondered if maybe his luck really would turn when a angry billow of wind smashed Linxs chest and sent him bowling backwards. With a scowl on his lips, he stood up, tail beginning to lash. "Grr. That ghostie is in a lot of trouble." Growled the cub, stalking forwards and knifing thin air only to find the weapon knocked out of his hand from a certain gust of wind. He turned to Kenma, hiding his embarrassment. "Well. They probably hate us 'cos we're too cool." Linx growled.

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