Posts by budapestpaw ?

Name: Budapestpaw
Alliance: Darkclan
Gender: Male
Relation to the Faulkner linage: Third cousin down the line or something?
Other Relations: None.
Other:

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] track! making joining thread now!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] The warm breeze rippled Budapestpaw's shoulders, leaving his fur lying flat but brushing noticeably against the back of his neck. Though he had spent a lifetime in captivity in a closed off laboratory, he was clever enough to know that places like these - wherever he was - were not where he was meant to be. Tphe surroundings were lush with forestry and the sky was as blue as blue could be, but there was no tight humidity and luscious sun beating down on his back that any other wildcat would find normal; irritatingly frequent, if anything. There was almost a suburban feel to the area. He realised soon enough where it came from - the grey structure of a building, tunnels, in the horizon. Of course.

Human.

The thought almost sent a shiver down his back, and sent panic running through his veins. If he was any normal animal, he'd be running by now. But Budapestpaw's senses picked up on hundreds of scents that popped up each second, and he knew his instincts were wrong. Why else would he deny them? Cats, dogs, wildcats. The specific scent of existence was everywhere. A wildcat's immediate thoughts were that this was a territory that was taken and only if these were civilised creatures would they accept him. But no. Something told him it was something else - something more. A community.

The thought sucked a drop of curiosity from the cat, something that was very quickly pushed back. But more and more thoughts and questions flew into his mind, forcing him to stay. He'd wait and see if these cats would tear him apart, or maybe have a less instinct-controlled mind, like himself. They were different; he knew that - the exact reason he was brought into the laboratory.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]His lovely structured circle-shaped ears swirled from side to side like a radar as he head pawsteps not far off, and sucked in a new, closer and newer scent. No, not new - current. There was someone here. His orange orbs remained unfocused and unsettled, using any sense but sight, when a figure appeared in the corner of his blurry vision and, like a camera, it shot back into twenty-twenty vision. Turning his head sideways, Budapestpaw felt some sort of small relief in his chest when he spotted Kennedy. He was right. He was right. "Budapestpaw. I-I'm ... Interested in Darkclan." He announced, unfamiliar with the joining aspect and honestly thinking this could be a trap - they could be hostile, rootless murderers to take his soul.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]Budapest didn't really have the word to describe them. Were they friendly? Welcoming? Apparently he had to extend his vocabulary, but that was to be expected after being stuck in a cage for nine months. As soon as the word was spoken - joining - the argument was settled. Curiosity and whatever other feeling he had about this place led him to at least ask about joining. "Joining. Joining. I think I'm, um, here to join." But he had to ask one question. His number one fear. .".. Y-you don't have any h-human's here, do you?" He asked wearily, obliviously turning his head to one side slowly. His body was stoic and ridged, frozen in motion so much that you could see each and every muscle lined up his arms, across his shoulders, down his stomach and across his hind legs. His body screamed strength, strength, strength. This was the exact reason he was a former test subject. And it wasn't a happy experience.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]It was physically noticeable to see the way he reacted; his muscles disappeared, no longer strained, and his stiff neck fell into a natural position, shoulders gliding up gently each side. He hadn't been expecting humans to jump out of no where, banded with the animals, because from his experience they were horrible, dastardly creatures who didn't give a care for sharing the world. But for now, right here, it seemed like a safe haven; enough to gain a relaxed Budapestpaw. "Thank you. A-are there ... Headquarters, or anything?" He asked with a dip of his head, gaze obviously tired.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]contemplating whether or not to sign budapest up for it cx

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]threads/plots with budapest?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]Budapestpaw was traumatised. He was beaten, bruised, his wings torn from his spine. Today was the first day out of a dog kennel in the 10 months he'd spent in the laboratory - his entire life. Stripped from his mother before she could even nurse him, he was taken to the cold, white area which always seemed too clean, and shoved in a uncomfortable hole in the wall, watching tortures taking place before him on animals as you as a day old.

The only thing was, he didn't have enough social-sense it make it out that he had earned the wright to curl up in a ball and lie there for eternity, in a deep, comfortable sleep. So he didn't. He pushed his body forward, with raging muscles and almost twice the size of any normal leopard, and told himself to live. Because if this was the only chance he had in the outside world, then he'd take it.

Although his strength gave the apprentice an almost terrifying appearance, his abnormally soft and cushiony - almost poodle-like - fur rose around his neck and paws, soothing his appearance just enough to come with the introverted personality. Blinking wide orange eyes, Budapestpaw froze outside the box, sensing some sort of fear in the air. It didn't take him but a split second to realise there was a cowering cat behind this box. Even longer contemplating if he was to confront him. He didn't want to bother the cat, or scare him, or make things weird, so he slowly peeked his head behind the cardboard home. "Hello. A-are you alright ...?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] Budapestpaw actually felt queasy upon the sight, which was strange because he had witnessed so many tortures and gruesome deaths; he'd practically lived in a slaughter house with a little more thought put into the deaths. Maybe it was because he'd hoped the world outside was nicer, where deaths and murders were far and few between. But here he was, on his first day out, and already he had witnessed one taking place before him. "Why did you do that?" He asked with a little more confidence than usual, almost infuriated that he had to see something he'd spent so long pushing away.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]Budapestpaw was confused. He tried to take this seriously and dramatically, like the other cat screaming, but he just didn't know why. It must be some sort of sign, omen, or something? He had no clue. Blinking wide orange eyes, he stayed quiet, though listened in to hear what would be spoken.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]tA festival? Budapest wasn't sure if he'd join in. He wasn't very social, but was exceedingly awkward in situations like that. He nodded briefly and rigidly, unsure of whether to stay or not. Should he wait for a high position? Probably.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]This tiger - this strange, strange tiger - couldn't just leave everything in peace, could she? It wasn't his first death to behold, nor would it be his last, but it was his first day here and already there were five deaths to greet. He supposed the laboratory and the outside world had some things in common.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] maybe a relationship with budapestpaw eventually ?? c:
he's and ex-laboratory experiment where they tore off his wings, so he's quite awkward and introverrted, and is very submissive and self-doubtful in some cases. he was put under a series tests in the lab, so he has amazing fighting skills and is twice the size of a normal leopard his age. but yeah, he basically needs some babying. cx

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]He wasn't going to go. He just wasn't the type, plus Budapestpaw was sort of putting space between him and everyone else right now. He had to adjust. Fireworks, parties, and loud voices everywhere wouldn't help right now. Tail obliviously tucking itself in between the beast's legs, he skirted the sidelines, pacing from side to side with his deep orange gaze focused on Kennedy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]The word 'comfort' dragged back the thought of Budapestpaw's tiny little cage back in his 'home'. Comfort. Small spaces could give you comfort, and it had, for a short while. Until he slowly realised there was no escape, and he'd be kept in here forever, and it lead to claustrophobia. He'd huddled in a small corner and hid his face the whole time, terrified when he heard the click of the cage door and realising that when the time came, he didn't want to leave. He was scared of leaving. They'd pull him out a smack his body on a cold steel table, and hover above him with masks and needles. They'd put him in a small container with flashing lights everywhere and see how long he'd last before he passed out.

But he was here now, and it was all okay. His mind echoed the word, and his orange gaze blinked back into the present, that was surprisingly almost as gruesome as the laboratory. "We won't let them get him, though." He blurted, suddenly looking for reassurance of everyone's safety. He looked to Gentleknight."Right?" Maybe Budapestpaw was comparing himself to Mike, wondering, whether it be tomorrow or in ten years, could the humans get him back?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]Budapest didn't look like he was napping. He sat on the sidelines of cat, upright with his head bowed just slightly. If the cranium was not downturned, you would notice his shut eyes. His eyelids twitched and he picked up on Kennedy's panic, orwnge eyes flashing open as he sucked in a breath of air. Forcing tired limbs upwards, the leopard slipped forward, finding the center of the panic easily. His gaze narrowed just slightly and he ran his tongue over his lips, keeping a steady gaze on the she cat. What could be bothering her?

kennedy ♡ wrote:

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kennedy threads?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] kennedy x budapest thread, so they can start the friendship?

uriel : okay! i can make it?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub]Budapest was extremely self-doubtful. Anyone could see that, at first glance, he was fighting material, with muscles lean up his shoulders and down his legs. The problem was; he was. His skills were way above experienced, with every move locked up at the back of his head, but the apprentice would neverhave the confidence to engage in a one-on-one spar with a clanmate, while everyone watched. He didn't know he had such promising skill; to Budapestpaw, he was just a newby who didn't so much as have social skills.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;][sub] This was their leader. Oh - um, his leader. He was still adjusting with the new clan, with the crowds, ranks: practically the whole way of living in the outside world. Orange orbs blinking awake and Icedtea's first words, Budapestpaw listened in with swerving ears, seated conveniently close to the announcement. He listened as everyone congratulated on-another, and forced himself to join in. "C-congratulations."