Posts by Árvakr

Widget's screech stirred the raven wide open, his eyes shot open and he looked around in sheer panic not knowing what the hell is going on. Snapping his head towards the squealing Widget holding the pan of burned bacon, Árvakr quickly jumped off the counter and shifted in to his panther body in mind jump before grabbing on to the pan with his jaw and jerking it away from the hog. Dashing towards the sink he straightens up on his hind legs and spits the pan in it before turning on the cold water to cool the hot pan and ruin the delicious bacon.

Letting out a sigh, the fatigued panther turned around to face the hog "Well...I suppose I feel asleep there" He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood, though in his tired state he couldn't care less. Walking closer towards the female he looks her over "Did you burn yourself?" He then lifted his half opened eyes to look at the dhole "Don't worry about it, I got plenty of bacon in the fridge" He smirked playfully, though with the heavy bags under his eyes he looks like he pulled off a creepy smile

Watch out we have a badass over here! Árvakr smirked as he heard her pick dare. Oh what shall he make her do? There are so many possibilities! "Do a provocative dance for someone in here" Árvakr grinned like the devil himself, he takes Truth or Dare serious and when Dare is on the line you can bet that he will always pick something embarassing. It would be interesting to see Cthulha do something like that. Are everyone here grownups? The raven looks around and shrugs his shoulders, maybe they are.

(Árvakr you pervert xD I couldn't stop him -.-)

The insomniac raven was out on a relaxing flight, he knows that he shouldn't be flying while in this tired state but flying is something that relaxes him, the wind brushing his cheeks the view he gets from up here and the complete silence that envelops him like a warm blanket. Ah, yes, to Árvakr there is nothing better in this world than the sky (well maybe cooking) However his sharp chocolate eyes quickly catch on some movement on the shore of the water. Tilting his head, the raven started to descend down in a circle just above the body until finally he landed on the ground a few inches from the wet bloody body and from Burnt. "Oh my..." He whispered as he quickly hopped over to the feline, while in motion his small raven body started to enrage and shift. His feathers shed away as glossy black fur started to grow, his wings cracked and elongated to stand as legs, his beak widened and cracked to expose a feline like maw with whiskers and sharp dagger like teeth, his hind legs lost their long talons and in their place wide sturdy paws formed and finally a long tail broke from his rear.

The now black panther quickly coiled up around the feline and pressed his body tightly against hers in an attempt to warm her up, his thick fur providing some warmth. Árvakr is no doctor man, he is a cook, he knows spices not healing herbs so all he can do now is wait for the actual doctors to arrive "Hey hang in there, help is on the way, just stay with me." He will gently nudge her head with his front paw to try and wake her or get a reaction, anything. The panther nervously lifted his lifted his off-white gaze to look at the distance, to see if any of the medical team is coming this way. "

Árvakr chuckled as the wild dog started to wiggle that booty. It's not about the dance it's about making her embarrassed, that's the point of this game no? At least that's how he sees this game, it's about friends making friends do stupid stuff, it's fun! Simply nodding his head at her question he let's her go off her Dare binds "There, don't you feel looser now? And I didn't know you had that kind of charm" He will playfully wink at her teasing her slightly. Twitching his head towards Osric he waits to see how this would go.

Well since Cthulha took charge of the whole situation, Árvakr simply stood up on his paws and sat down on his rump, watching as the wild dog walks along with the injured feline. Slowly, his form shrinks and twits so that he is now back in to his birth body. He hates shifting in to his panther form but sometimes he just has to do it to save a life, it's others need before him. Since Nyx will now get some needed treatment, the insomniac will simply spread his wings and leap in the air, flying high in to the sky and away from noises.

"Then you are in luck!" Came the squawk of the raven as he flapped his wings and landed in front of the new member. Flashing a tired but wide smile, the insomniac clears his throat "I am the cook around these parts so if you need bread just dome in to my kitchen" he chuckled softly his eyes barely staying half opened. Sure Árvakr hasn't had a good nights rest in weeks but he will not let his fatigue interfere with his cheerful nature...or else, what's left of it anyways.

"Need a tour?" the raven tilted his head.

So the humans came around on the Rogues territory dumping their foul trash with huge trucks and what not. Luckily with some effort, and a huge ass dragon, they managed to push them back but now they were left with all this garbage on their territory. Since, they couldn't bury it, or eat it, or throw it in the water, their leader decided to dump as much as possible on other clans and Árvakr for one didn't mind. In his glossy panther body he runs ahead of the dumping party, one huge bag of trash tied on his back as he heads towards the border of the farmer tribe. He is not here to fight, his mission is clear, dump as many trash as possible before hostiles arrive. So now, with the backup of other Rogues, the black panther throws the sack of trash just over their border, spilling it's nasty content all over the ground.

Árvakr stood in the hall and lifted his beak in the air letting out a loud squawk "Trash dumping day on the Tribe of the Harvest Moon" He then turns in his panther form and hops on over towards the trash, picking out one huge bag and throwing it on his back before leading the charge towards the tribe.

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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1999665.new#new

(Oh crap! I totally forgot to make that thread xD That's for reminding me ;D)

Árvakr was in the kitchen preparing a nice tomato stew with some mice intestines and a combination of spices and salt that would make the dish just simply delicious! Standing beside the boiling pot he stirred the liquid with ladle not wanting it to burn too much but keep it boiling so that the intestines cook. And then he heard the booming call from the african wild dog making him lift his gaze from his stew. Oh goodie! more food! The raven smiled softly and hopped on the heat regulator for the stove, toning it down so that he doesn't burn it while he is away. Putting the lid on with his beak he leaps from the counter and spreads his wings, flapping them strong letting the wind carry him out of the kitchen, down the hall maze and finally at the entrance where Cthulha stood noticing the prey that she caught. "Ooo! nice catch my dancing queen, I needed more mice" He smirked as he teased her about that dance that he dared her in to. Flapping his wings slowly he decends and lands in front of the two much larger beasts. Tilting his head, the raven turned his tired, half opened eyes at the stranger "Oh I don't think we have met. Árvakr is the name and cooking is my game!" He chuckled softly "And who are you?" He then shortly glanced down at the prey and gave them a few good pecks slightly tasting the meet to see how much fat they have and what dish would go best with them.

Árvakr one such curious member. Flapping down to stand on his bony birdie feet, the raven lets out a yawn and shakes his head, ruffling up the feathers around his neck. Tilting his head, he decided to ask his question "Do you like Damaged? Like...more than a friend perhaps?" A devilish grin spread on his beak. There are questions that were left at the recent truth or dare game and Árvakr for one wanted to clear things up by starting off with a heavy question. Maybe he does like her? I mean she did say that she liked him so why not see if Soren feels the same.

The raven flutters his wings as he perches himself on to a nearby branch that is overlooking the whole scene. Tired, half opened chocolate eyes peer bellow at the BloodClanner and at his fellow Rogues. Right about now, a fight sounds tiring to the raven, I mean he hasn't slept good in weeks and he has little energy to go around so a battle would only wear him down even more. However...maybe it will pump some adrenaline in his system and shake him awake. Yes! That might work! Blinking his blank eyes, the raven awaits for Kylin to arrive before they go around jumping in some territory they are not allowed in.

Árvakr lifted his tired chocolate gaze up from the killed prey to the male african wild dog, tilting his head "Oh, a friend hm?" He smirked as his gaze darted back and forth from Cthulha to Clyde. Árvakr is a deductive bird and his sharp eyes usually never miss anything, the slightest amount of detail, the smallest ruffle of the fur or even a shadow of a smile, he usually never misses it. However in his insomnia mode he could be just daydreaming it. Turning his half opened eyes at Clyde he smirked and spoke in his croaky voice "So will you be staying with us or are you just visiting your..." his eyes slowly traveled to Cthulha as he said with a devilish grin "...friend" He ruffled up his wings against his sides and shrugged his shoulders "I mean, you could stay for the party, it would be a shame to miss such a festivity" He smiled.

Glancing back at his dancing queen, Árvakr shook his head "There is no such thing as too much food" he chuckled softly

Árvakr smirked at Crhulha's gritted remark. Oh, you know that he will never let her live this down. Future generations will sing of the time uncle Árvakr made Cthulha shake that booty in a suggestive way, it will be the best campfire story! But it's just how the raven is, he pranks and teases his friends in a way to show affection so in a way you might want him as your enemy rather than friend. Deciding not to tease the poor embarrassed wild dog he turned his eyes to focus on Osric. It's a good question, he does seem riled up and it must be juicy if it's making him so nervous.

Árvakr doesn't know Delaney that much, mainly cause he hasn't interacted that much with her but he does know that Sasha is her mother so her death must have affected the young lioness much. Árvakr spend the entire morning slaving over a hot pot trying to cook up something that might cheer her up. He is bad in situations like that so the insomniac raven decided to put his skills to use and possibly try to help her get past her mothers death...not that it's that simple, I mean if Árvakr got a the message that his mother is dead he would leave the Rogues without a thought and fly back to his flock. From their game, he found out that Delaney likes chocolate so the raven made a skewer from a skinned mice which he later dipped in a chocolate fountain, letting the chocolate cool and harden around the barbecued rat he smiled and picked up the stick before flapping his wings to find the lioness.

A few moments after he finds her in her room with Cthulha. Sucking in a deep breath of air he just hopes that he won't upset her even further. Flying in the room he quickly lands on the bed next to the depressed feline. "Um...I know it's not much but I made this for you, I remembered how much you like chocolate" he chuckled softly and will extend his neck with the skewer in his beak towards Delaney. For her, the chocolate mice is probably just a gulp.

Well I guess that puts Árvakr on the sidelines. But good luck with that love searching for Cthulha xD
So I'm guessing she will have a lot of one night stands

Though I don't have a fixed stance on Árvakr's love life. He's currently burrying himself in cooking so I guess I can say that he is in love with the food

The raven smiled softly as the lioness gulped down his "pick me up" mice. I mean it's not much but at leasts it's something. Deciding to let the talking to Cthulha and Basil, he just stayed silent and on to the sidelines. Gosh! He is useless in these kind of situations, he doesn't know what to say, what he can say and not end up sounding like a douschebag! Smiling at the wild dogs little speech, the raven turned his tired chocolate eyes to Delaney and nodded his head "If you feel bored or lonely just step in to the kitchen I am always there and free for talks or...whatever" He chuckled softly

Árvakr only lightly chuckled at Cthulha's remark. You know, I see a beautiful friendship forming here, a love/hate relationship...or something like that. Glancing back at the male he tilted his head and hummed "I think that it's at the end of the month?" He wasn't really sure so he glanced at Cthulha. I mean his mission is cooking so he has already stuffed the fridge with some appetizers...however he still needs to cook that damned bison and the problem is that the oven isn't big enough for that beast so he will have to put a barbecue outside and cook it to perfection!

The booming call stirred Árvakr from his sleep and his head shot up wide awake now. Letting out a groan he looked at the mess he made in the kitchen by falling asleep again. Seriously, he needs to get some medication to keep himself away cause the next time he falls asleep he might actually burn down the kitchen. Picking up the small tray with his beak he throws the burned donuts in the trash deciding to clean up the powder sugar and flour after. Spreading his wings he leaps off the counter and gracefully flies towards the meeting, turning around sharp corners like a NASCAR driver before finally flying inside the spacious room. Slowing down his flapping he gently lands on the ground a bit closer to the door. Folding his coal black wings by his sides he lets out a yawn and shakes his head. "Uh...stay awake you moron" He thought as his half opened eyes blinked up to look at Kylin, awaiting for more Rogues to arrive and for the meeting to start.

Árvakr just happened to be flying overhead with a bag of coriander that he managed to get from one of the Rogues allies. Lately he's been flying back and forth to other Clans trying to find special ingredients and spices for his dishes, I mean the vegetable garden is awesome but there are some things that can't grow in this weather, some plants grow by the sea, on a more humid soil or on desert land. Being a bird makes these trips easier, he just flies high and straight and most of the time the winds carry him so he doesn't waste much energy. As he flies towards the castle his sharp eyes caught on some movement bellow and he quickly spots the dragon looming over something.

Curious, the raven started to decend down in the thick forest before finally the dragon comes in to his view. However he noticed him standing over a mauled cow, intestines spread all over the floor, bones crushed and the ground drinking in the blood. It's a gruesome sight but it's a sight he is faced with every day in the kitchen, he has to gut animals, skin them and so on if he doesn't want his food to taste awful. Flapping his wings, the raven lands next to the massacred cow and gently dropped the bag of coriander on the ground before he lifts his half opened eyes to look up at the much larger beast. "Hey you gonna eat this or are you just playing with your food?" he chuckled. Though Árvakr is more interested in the meat, he hasn't had the chance to cook a cow before and he heard that they are extra juicy. He can use the intestines too and even the brain, he can make a soup out of it!