Posts by guiltyverdict

"Call me a whore again and I'll stab you." Guiltypaw replied, trotting up nonchalantly.

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"What Vintagequotes said. That smell will stain your fur." Guiltypaw commented, trotting over, eyebrows raised.

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"Would anyone like to go on a border patrol?" As much as the apprentice/temporary Spirit didn't want to, it had to be done. So, he left the question out in the open, seeing if anyone would step up and go along with him.

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The boot camp was tiring -- Guiltypaw couldn't deny that, but he still managed to have some energy. "Anyone want to play a game?" The temporary Spirit questioned.

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"Okay, let's head out. Anyone else can catch up later." Guiltypaw ordered with a flick of his tail, trotting out of the camp to take the lead.

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The tom hadn't been watching her, even after she had been labeled at "high risk for suicide" by everyone, unofficially. He had been sitting by himself in the corner of the camp, and instantly, when his vision blacked out briefly and all he saw was a glimpse of a knife, a vision, he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. Gulping, he quickly polished off his meal. It was the best rabbit he had eaten all summer, but now it tasted repulsive. Something was wrong. Shoving it away, he began to run when he felt the feeling of a cool blade against his chest.

It's not there, get a grip, Guiltypaw. He snapped at himself, turning into his bison form and charging at top speed. Just as his lungs began to burn, he felt the knife plunge in and stumbled back, suddenly feeling weakened.

He hadn't gotten there in time. He had promised to watch her. The promise had repeated itself over and over, but once again, it was amounted to nothing. The crushing pain of failure that was beginning to settle over him was worse than the knife that buried his way into his chest. No knife protruded from his chest. He was fine. Everything burned as he forced himself to his hooves. Trying to shapeshift back, it was inevitable. While the pain lasted, he was stuck in his current form.

Suddenly, he found himself charging faster than before, as fast as he physically could. He felt nothing but the pain in his chest which was now sorting itself into varying unpleasant emotions. Out of the emotions, he felt rage the most out of all of them. He couldn't tell if he was screaming or not. At least Lacey was able to black out. Even if she stopped feeling in her involuntary sleep, he would feel it until she died.

The scent of blood, gore, and battle filled his nostrils. It was repulsive. Lacey was sending it towards the American Bison involuntarily. This bond between them could be close to the end of him. The pain burned at his chest, feeling like it was gnawing away at his heart, at his everything. He couldn't take it. It was unbearable. However, this wasn't just about him. It was also about Lacey. He had promised her, and hopefully he could live up to it.

Breaking out of the green foliage, he saw figures further down on the coastline, along with red liquid pooling around one. Charging at top speed, the pain of his legs and his lungs came back to him, but he shoved it away. Racing towards her, he wasn't there first, but he had only one goal.

Aiming to rip the knife clean out of Lacey's chest and chuck it into the water, Guiltypaw would then collapse to the ground in a panting mess.

ooc-- hella long reply
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"What border should we hit first?" Guiltypaw asked the group that was tagging along.

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"Heyyyyyy." Guiltypaw greeted, walking up and flicking his tail in boredom.

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Swimming? Noticing Rainypaw straying to the side, Guiltypaw shapeshifted into his moose form and charged, aiming to shove Rainy playfully into shallow water.

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