Posts by silentviolence.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]snapped from his reverie by a duo, a male and a female, the white wolf glanced sideways, a soundless snarl forming on his lips before he realised that these were clanmates. the hatred abruptly ceased and all that was left was a suspicious light in his burning gaze, and slowly, silentviolence relaxed, straightening up with a gentle dip of the cranium. he turned to levinflash first, giving a nod in answer to the feline's question, before turning to marie and gesturing first to the blood covered stone, then the sky. he had sinned recently, attempted to steal a kitten and then almost dabbled in the fine world of love, a most unholy thing for a religious wolf to delve into before his first year. he had to repent, and pray whilst he was at it. his native language - canine japanese - was that which he spoke in, or rather thought in, for it pleased the gods. that was his view.

the crimson still trickled down his chest, and he let it, remaining motionless bodily so the stone was well and truly coated.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]b-bump? owo

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]nvn pokes gently

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]to florian, he gave only a small blink of thanks, glad at least somebody approved of his actions. the gods always saw this as the number one sacrifice; you didn't feel other people's pain, but whenever your body was sliced, you felt the agony and knew it was happening, it was there, it was real. other people... useless, they didn't please the gods at all.

i'm fine, he thought as an amiable smile spread his lips, gentle and hesitant as he looked towards mick; then a sigh exited his maw, and he glanced to magnum. no, he didn't need rosencrantz, so he shook his head rapidly.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he too had telepathy, but his was warped and he could never send words, only emotions, only pictures. luckily this could be sent in a picture, so silentviolence projected the image of the young turtle flinging the rock diagonally with his flipper so it would fly and land further away towards echo, tilting his cranium to the side and wagging his tail, hoping it had been received.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he fixated amber with a warning gaze, though he didn't mean it. he was worked up, high strung and pained, his devotion to his religion causing social issues. whilst the old lands had been filled with religious creatures none had been quite as devoted as a young pup now known as silentviolence, whom had eagerly received and sliced open his 祈りの傷跡 - though that was before the tainting. he'd lost his way after that, and was only glad he'd rediscovered it, can if it led to these odd stares.

the odd stares reminded him of those he hated and instantly the wolf began to recoil away from them, his fangs glinting somewhat as he tried to defend and hide himself from them. don't look at me! silentviolence lifted one paw and covered the bleeding wound, body tense now as he viewed his clanmates. they looked so disapproving of his actions, and he couldn't understand why. did they not tolerate his devotion? had he done something wrong? his wordless suspicion ate away at his brain and he wondered if this was wrong in skullclan. he was still new to the place, more or less, he didn't understand their customs that well.

as nero approached however, his expression turned to one of horror and fear, and his tail slid between his hind legs. the concern in the tiger's voice, a familiar voice, drew the mute back to calm and the pallid wolf slowly uncoiled, breathing harshly through his somewhat relaxed lips. 私を許して、友人。 he thought regretfully, a bittersweet smile forming on his delicate maw. he lowered his cranium then, allowing the stab in his chest and, deeper down, heart, to fade away, ebbing slowly and hesitantly as if it didn't want to.

i'm fine, he thought once tellpaw came over and spoke, shaking his head quietly towards her. he didn't need anybody to come and heal his wound. the scar would grow more prominent with each sacrifice, showing his loyalty.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]noticing the glare florian gave nero, silentviolence shot him a sharp look and bared sharp fangs in loyal warning before moving to sit beside his favourite tiger with a friendly smile, head tilting to the side and tail occasionally thumping the earth. he offered everyone there a blink of greeting before listening in to the conversation, licking his lips.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]this was the way of the wolf. regardless of if you were a friend, enemy or lover, if you hurt another close to silent he would, for the moment, treat you with equal hostility. afterwards, he would revert to normal, but that short amount of time before was evident and fierce. when a snarl was returned the wolf simply blinked at him, slow and careful, and a sign of almost respect. people often steered clear of an angry wolf. for someone to stand up - well, he was either brave, snappy or foolish. either way, sil somewhat approved.

he had not meant to offend and, on the topic of religion immediately felt sin stain his heart for snarling at a clanmate; blood would once more soon flow from his body, that he knew. at the thought of the pain silentviolence almost winced and quickly aimed to push a mental image of himself apologising to florian towards the male, before turning his attention to washington with a beam.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he tried to remember who everyone promoted was and found it surprisingly easy to do so - wagging his tail and trying to find them all out so he could nod a congratulations, silentviolence turned to the new pope with an understanding and impressed light in his eyes. the name was most definitely a tongue twisted but at least he'd never be able to say it, and for the most part he completely agreed with the changes and promotions that had been instilled. the white wolf decided to take a dear at the back and did so quietly, tilting his head. how fun.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]all that flared in his eyes as he approached was anger and he looked upon florian's bloodied body with a mixture of rage and hatred; whomever had committed this crime would be hunted down and destroyed by the alabaster canine himself if he could help it, and would ultimately feel the pain they deserved for doing such an unspeakable thing. silentviolence glanced amongst those there for a moment to wonder if they had much experience and then he lowered his nose down to nudge the unconscious tom gingerly, tail tucked between his legs and ears pinned to his cranium.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he gave a thump of his tail and a nod at the mention of his name but once more receded into the background as a conversation started, content to listen rather than try and attract attention.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]well, it was a start! as the rock was flung the wolf pursued it to retrieve it, not because it was fun but because he liked to teach and if it meant echo could play, then he would do so. nobody deserved to be let out, regardless of what issues were presented. silent once more dropped the rock at the turtle's flippers and tilted his head, as if to ask if he was ready enough to play.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he was in a state worse than before. bloody marks scored his body in random places, semi obscured by pallid fur, and he walked with a limp, body sore but tongue held as always so his experiences would never be discovered. a violation of his pride and now he was wounded, wounded and pained and a sinner but not of his own accord. he had stooped low in those times away from skullclan. he had once more lost his path.

naturally, he was hellbent on revenge, but too weak to act his out. as he neared his home, he felt a calm, but not one that completely stilled his pain and abolished his fear. a high pitched pant emitting from his wordless lips, saliva and blood painting them, and he stumbled to skullclan's border and then over it as if he'd been here before. he had. he knew not if he would've remembered, but he could hardly care. he needed help. he... he needed to know that the people he'd grown to love were still there.

silentviolence succumbed to fatigue, then, just all of a sudden as he entered skullclan territory. it was if the strength in his body had dissipated the moment he left loner land - and he collapsed, cheek against the floor and a mournful expression in his electric blue eyes.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]ooc. um... i wanted to apologise for my, uh, absence... ive had a few medical issues and... it wasnt pretty. so... im back to normal, ish? im at home again, at least uwu

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]he felt another presence at his side and a paw in his cheek and snapped his blue gaze upwards, heavily lidded eyes opening as far as they would go so he could focus on rangi. his tongue slid out then to loll in partial content, partial breathlessness and his tail began to thump with a sort of joy, the familiar skullclan scent bringing him up into a sense of relief. though he couldn't speak, his muteness stopping that, silentviolence's movements would confirm that no, he was not dead, yes, he was alive. though injured; his silver fur was thoroughly coated in crimson, and it hurt to breathe. still, he was glad to see a skullclanner, even if he was unfamiliar.

miss havisham's appearance caused a more furious wag of his tail, for he believed he somewhat recognised her - no, not dead, couldn't they see his flanks rising and falling, as minimal as the movement was? he shifted slightly so he could view her also, and blinked in pained greeting.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]oh, dear, that sounded awfully serious. silentviolence did all he could to shake his head and managed something, though he was simply too tired to continue the action for long. he wasn't... paralysed so much as fatigued and mute, he simply needed... cobwebs, or something like that. everybody was gathering round him and looking at him with foreign eyes as if they didn't know him - though to be fair, it was easy for a mute to make a fleeting impression and hard for them to stick in people's minds - and it saddened him, somewhat.

he wondered if peachpaw was still around, or nero. he hoped so.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]ooc. hallo! <3
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[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]lioness - unrecognised, too. as more people appeared to stare at him, he began to lose hope, and his ears drooped; awkwardly moving his forepaws and tucking them in his scarf - unmentioned previously - silentviolence shut his eyes, wondering if they'd ever get the picture that he required some sort of assistance, not just ogling. glaring him down did not prevent his potential death, but it did not seem to register in the skullclanners' minds. however, one of them seemed to have an idea of what he needed. he began to forget about holding onto the thoughts of seeing the recognisable people again, his friends - were they really gone? a mournful expression took over him once more, especially as miss havisham continued to look at him blankly.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]as the lioness vanished, silentviolence reopened his eyes as wide as they'd go and wondered if he was getting treatment - that would be a most pleasant surprise, to know there was some initiative in the heart of skullclan still. he entertained himself in the time being by looking at the others - a sedate activity, but one nonetheless. eventually he found his lids drooping, but once she returned and began to patch him up, he was jolted into shocked wakefulness.

the marigold stung, yes, but not as much as the original pain. through the haze, though, he did hear his name and then suddenly he was alert. "silent...?" his tail started to wag once more and his grin only returned, stunning sapphire orbs lighting up with some kind of hope. yes, that was him, but who was this? he didn't remember a lion.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]recently returned and injured, but he would not hesitate to fight. silentviolence approached with an excited growl on his muzzle, and he nodded to his leader eagerly, awaiting the thread with much joy.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]( permission to capture her? uwu also, sorry for the odd colours, im on my mobile )

a low growl in the back of his throat that was inaudible as always - the silent wolf loped into the scene, fangs flashing and ears pricked up in evident dominance. the lupus was, naturally, enraged towards the clan they were attackig even if he didn't know why - he wanted to kill, of course. gaze locking on ninetyninepaw, silentviolence aimed to tackle her and knock her out with a swift blow to the temples, quick and easy.

[justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]there, simple. ごめんなさい。 he thought bitterly as he aimed to grab her by the scruff and tow her off, unnoticed. he'd return later.