[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]( uwu wow that's late )
silentviolence felt a grin spread his muzzle and he shook his head slightly, but then gestured more intently, clicking his tongue with amusement as he did so. oh, this was quite fun, he enjoyed this very much, though peachpaw seemed rather baffled. and this was only the first part of his name, how was he to do violence? ah, well, maybe she could just nickname him and be stuck at that.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]wolves were meant for long distance running and could run for hours to pursue some prey; this would be as easy as counting sheep for the mute male who approached with a nod, eager to get going. long distance sounded wonderful to him to be honest, but the others didn't seem so sure.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth= 0px; INSERT CODES HERE; width: 250px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The tom's attempted action didn't escape Keylime's eyes so when he went for Cinderella, the calico leaped at him with a snarl. He attempted to sink his claws into Silent's back, determined to stop the capture attempt.
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth= 0px; INSERT CODES HERE; width: 130px][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]❝ 16 months
❝ knight of hawkclan
❝ captain of the 9th division in the shinigami organization
❝ attack in limegreen
❝ calico with ocean blue eyes, entire right side of body is horribly scarred & burnt
❝ deaf & going blind on right side
❝ carries a wakizashi
❝ #itskey
✔ injury | ✘ kill | ✘ capture
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[color=black][font=georgia][size=7pt]captain charisma, 2013 click
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he was a wolf, wolves could obviously dismiss a tiny distraction such as a cat. silentviolence only felt a rush of adrenalin as talons curled into his spine, a thrill shooting through him at the pain. for a while he could simply [color=limegreen]ignore keylime, continuing to deal with [color=lightblue]cinderella, but he did [color=limegreen]buck to unsettle keylime.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]it was kind of impossible not to hear a moose coming if you had functioning ears, so silentviolence simply hopped out of the way, dodging the attack; the momentum however would carry samael away and it would take a few moments for him to come around, so in that time he went for cinderella once more in an attempt to capture her.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence released a low sigh at that though his smile only widened and he ceased his actions to nod at peachpaw approvingly, plumed tail swishing back and forth. yes, silent, he thought, though now he knew not how to explain violence, so he simply resigned his name to the female with a shrug. and silent will do. he ducked his head towards her then in partial amusement partial respect, and just to pass the time and hopefully cause her to smile, he then dropped to the floor and rolled onto his back.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]next to approach was the mute, gaze curious. a game? why not?
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]perhaps a heart attack, or a disease. the mute thought to himself, lifting a paw and rubbing at his slightly itching muzzle. not an overly pleasant way to go, but it was peaceful at best - though silentviolence wouldn't want to die that way.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]it was always an honour to meet clanmates he hadn't come across before. the white wolf approached in his forced silence, a faint smile on his maw as he nodded in greeting to kleff. this was an unknown individual to him - he hoped that, despite the barrier of muteness silentviolence presented, they could be friends.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth= 0px; INSERT CODES HERE; width: 250px][justify][color=#262626][font=georgia][size=8]He'd tried, yup, but he'd failed. Damn being small, why couldn't he have been born a rhino or something? The wolf's buck startled him a bit but he kept his grip on his back. Noticing Sam's attempt to hit him, an idea came to mind. He attempted to haul himself up to [color=dodgerblue]Silent's
head and attempted to cover his eyes with his paws so that he couldn't see what Sam would do. [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth= 0px; INSERT CODES HERE; width: 130px][justify][color=#262626][font=georgia][size=7pt]❝ 16 months
❝ knight of hawkclan
❝ captain of the 9th division in the shinigami organization
❝ attack in limegreen
❝ calico with ocean blue eyes, entire right side of body is horribly scarred & burnt
❝ deaf & going blind on right side
❝ carries a wakizashi
❝ #itskey
✔ injury | ✘ kill | ✘ capture[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #262626; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px][align=right][sup][b][color=#BDBDBD]should require no thanks[/fancypost]
[color=black][font=georgia][size=7pt]captain charisma, 2013 click
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]a bit late but he felt the paws anyway and tensed as his vision was abruptly cut off. oh, well, he'd have to find another way to work the world out, yes? the wolf [color=limegreen]snapped his head back to try and headbutt keylime and throw him off, hopefully also giving him a nasty nosebleed.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he viewed her, marvelling at how she now appeared upside down, and stuck his tongue out, slipping to the edge of his mouth and almost brushing the floor. immaturity around people he considered friends - a rare enough sight but he was merely a wild dog at the end of the day, and it was known that dogs loved to play. the wolf wiggled about a bit before rolling over once more and springing into a crouch, tail wagging. time to waste his day- you play?
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence padded over next, a curious expression on his maw; he would also go, why not?
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]cancer like me, it suits him well
moody, unpredictable, sensitive, blunt, detached, loyal, sympathetic, disciplined, robotic
uau
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]threads with silent?
h-hi everyone uau
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]god knows how it had happened. or rather, maybe he didn't. was this not a god of rain and fertility they worshipped here in skullclan?
the white wolf sat back and stared at the flaming pile of sticks and logs he'd kept burning for a while, having seen a few twigs about an hour ago that had been starting to smoulder due to their dryness and the intense heat that day. he hadn't known what to do with it but had discovered that cooked meat wasn't bad, so was now sat with a roasted deer leg gnawing intently with the rest of said deer and a variety of other prey about.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]of course uwu want me to make it?
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he was most bored, that day, having done all he could before falling into the pit of nothingness as he realised there was nothing more to entertain himself with. he'd run around, gone hunting, nodded to a few people whom had lost interest in him quickly once they realised he was mute - that had hurt - and then taken a nap but it was still early in the afternoon. it appeared as if the day was purposely dragging itself out for him.
on the topic of his muteness, he did have telepathy but it didn't seem to work; he could hear other people but he couldn't think words to others yet and could only send basic hints towards desires or emotions. it was a pretty boring way of communicating - hence his sticking to sign language, as tedious as that was as well.
at that moment in time, silentviolence was just sat, doing absolutely nothing.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he looked up as the cub approached and smiled warmly at him, not at all bothered at the child's inability to remember his muteness, before gesturing first to the deer, then at the flames. roast deer, it was the best he could act it out without showing the male, though at that thought he did abandon his meal and gesture to the array of uncooked pray for nero to inspect. why not show the male the beauty of cooked food?
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]silentviolence also approached - fish was not his favourite food but fishing was a skill he quite liked to try out. the white wolf offered a nod to those there, neutrally though not with any particular hostility.
[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he was born to hunt these creatures! did they not know that large predators lived off these kind of animals? a cavalry daunted him not, he was used to herds stampeding, the old lands had been full of them! the wolf leapt into battle with a feral expression, fangs bearing though no sound coming from his lips. he was going to defend his clan - that was what loyal members did, yes?
