Posts by bastilleprisoner

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Zaniel was bone weary and annoyed. There was a lot going on recently, and he was seriously starting to think that he needed to get away from things for a while. He was sick of being the invisible one, the son that never grew up when the rest of his siblings did, and now it seemed that his Bellators had gone and left him, too. He needed to get out. He needed freedom.

Brae would never have been proud of him. The black and white tom paced along the outskirts of Elite territory restlessly, claws flexing and retracting as he silently listened to the bugs chattering around him.

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He was at the border again. More and more frequently Zaniel was finding himself back here again, lingering on the edges, staring off into the distance; it was as if the outside world had a sudden magnet draw, and he felt like a foolish kit again, listening to the bugs and eagerly dreaming about adventures. Foolish. That was what it was, all of it, and with a hiss the tom turned away and stalked back the way he had come, resolutely heading back towards the palace.

He wanted nothing to do with this place, not any more, not after two families had abandoned him; he was a ghost, a shadow, and he wanted to be recalled back to life. He wanted more than life; he wanted to live, and more and more frequently he thought he was going to snap. With a lash of his tail, the tom reflected sarcastically on how even if he did explode into a million, furious pieces, he would only be particles of dust floating through the light in the eyes of his so called family.

Foolish. All of it.

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Zaniel was pissed.

Horribly, terribly confused, but also very, very pissed the f*ck off. One moment he was having his throat slit in his sleep by the lying b*tch of a wh*re, and the next he was here, getting slammed into the body of some random apprentice. He didn't know where he was, or what his name was, only that there was suddenly someone fighting against him mentally, and in his distressed annoyance Zaniel was quick to beat the obnoxious voice down. Once he could think clearly, he forced himself to really analyze his surroundings, and was frustrated to see that he recognized none of them.

Goddamnit, he thought angrily, and started stalking aimlessly towards where he hoped he might run into to someone, anyone. Preferably the stupid b*tch who offed him, if he had a choice of exactly who he ran into. Failing that, it would be great if he found someone who could possibly point him in the right direct, maybe, oh, I don't know, tell him where the f*ck he was? That'd be great, thanks. In the meantime, he started feeling out his new body, which seemed younger than his own and was far different in coloring. Great. He couldn't even look like himself, fan-f*ckng-tastic.

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ooc ▶ the apprentice whose body he stole was named brewpaw, in case anyone wanted to know. (a npc.)[/fancypost]

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sunclan ▶ male ▶ warrior ▶ seal lynx mink ▶ ice blue eyes ▶ bio[/fancypost]

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Zaniel, to his uttermost annoyance, had been here for a day and been able to determine that he was not escaping to his old body -- his real body any time soon. Oh, no, that one had been killed, and he was resigned to believe that he wouldn't be getting back to the Elite anytime soon. Well, good f*cking riddance; he was just about fed up with that place, with the two families that had abandoned him, and he was ready to get the f*ck out of there anyway. Maybe his murder was a blessing in disguise.

Maybe.

The slight fortune of his ending up here was dampened majorly by the fact that he was now an apprentice once more, and to his annoyance he was going to have to behave like one, too. He hadn't trained -- or lived -- in SunClan before, so he supposed it made sense that he would be required to start someplace, but that didn't mean he had to like it, damnit. Because he didn't. At all.

Lashing his tail as he glanced around the bustling Camp, Zaniel stood in silent brooding for a moment before he finally hauled himself to his paws, raising his voice to call, "Does anybody out there know who this body belonged to?" He'd been trying to get a name out of the broken soul still tied to the body, he really had been, but to no avail. Whatever, he supposed, but pretending to care might warm his new Clan to him enough just so that he could get a feel for things.

Damn, did this sh*t suck.

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sunclan ▶ male ▶ warrior ▶ seal lynx mink ▶ ice blue eyes ▶ bio[/fancypost]

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"Where the f*ck am I?" he demanded of the first sign of life he stumbled upon, which just so happened to be this idiotic, dumbfounded dog. Ugh. Was all of this place -- where ever he was -- this stupid? Here he was, apparently an intruder, and no one was going to bother to stop him and maybe, oh, I don't know, point him in the right direction? Would be mighty helpful, you f*cks, he thought irritably and paused to wonder if maybe the stupid meat suit was confusing them. Well, ugh.

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short term with zaniel? (maybe long if they get along.)

in reality he's actually a lot older and from the elite, but he was recently killed and kicked into the body of a sunclan trainee, so he is now only 11 moons or so. he's brae and theron's son, lorem ipsum's bro and all that jazz, but identified more with the bellator family than with his actual one. the head of the family at the time really took him in and nurtured him into a good little player for the family, so he's a bit rude and definitely a manwhore out of habit. (however, seeing how his adopted family has vanished he grew extremely resentful and abandoned those ways, and isn't really sleeping around all over any more.)

it'd probably take awhile to actually reach a relationship, though, since he's super untrusting after all that abandonment.

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sunclan ▶ male ▶ warrior ▶ seal lynx mink ▶ ice blue eyes ▶ bio[/fancypost]

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When it became clear that he might finally start to get some answers, the tom seemed to calm almost immediately, breathing in for a moment before he started in a much mellower tone, "SunClan. Of course it'd be SunClan." There was still a burning anger lingering just under the surface, obvious in his stiff movements, but at least he wasn't shouting swears any more. Progress, to be sure. "Who is this -- whose body is this?" he asked a second later, delaying the answer that the challenger actually wanted, "Because it certainly isn't mine."

Unless you're joining. There was a strange appeal to the tom's words, and Zaniel found himself looping back to them, over and over. He had never bothered to leave the Elite his entire life, always raised to believe that it was simply where his life was, and yet -- and yet, it was there that he was left behind not only by his real family, but by the Bellators; it was was there that he had broken and changed himself for the approval of the only family he could find, and it was there that he had erased all hints of the tom he had known himself to be. It was there that he had thrashed himself, rotten his soul, and it was there that he had learned to hate and long for freedom. He had considered getting the Hell out of there for ages, and now here he was, finally free at last.

Not by his own accord, of course, but suddenly it became a question of why not? Why shouldn't he stay here and leave behind the life he once knew? Why, when offered the opportunity, shouldn't he seize at the first chance he got? He would be an idiot to say no, and a moment later he finally said blandly, [b]"I intend to join SunClan, then, and I'll be keeping this body."

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sunclan ▶ male ▶ apprentice ▶ seal lynx mink ▶ ice blue eyes ▶ bio[/fancypost]

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"How should I know? Somewhere out in your territory," he said blandly, if a little impatiently, but he checked his tone when he sighed and continued boredly a moment later, "Surely someone has got to know who this fellow was. I hardly doubt he's still in here, the poor idiot; how much of an outcast was he, if no one even knew his name?" Zaniel supposed that was only fitting, though, for at the very least he wouldn't have to deal with any attachments; that would have been awkward.

The trainee glanced up when another question was posed, and studied the she-cat for a moment before he finally answered quite the straight-forward fashion, "I mean, I found it. It's not my body; I was killed somewhere out in the Elite, and ended here of all places." He smirked slightly, obviously amused by the irony of him ending up right smack in enemy territory, and he added, "Funny, isn't it? Just the Clan I wanted to see."

He rolled his eyes at that, and gave an absent nod when more confirmed to know nothing relating to this body. Well, no matter, then; he supposed that he didn't really care, anyway. "I'm Zaniel," he finally introduced, and gave a shrug. "And I'll be keeping this, so I supposed that's the only name anyone needs to remember now."

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ooc ▶ no bodies here! cx just the live one zanny is in.[/fancypost]

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"Zaniel of the Elite," he said bluntly, with a bland flavoring that would suggest he honestly didn't care much for forking over the information. A moment later, he smirked in dry amusement, "Funny how fate dumped me in SunClan of all places." He gave a flick of his tail, and though he had learned to hate the Elite's enemies, he found that he'd rather join them than return to that goddamn mansion.

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Zaniel paused, but a moment later any hesitation had vanished. He was doing this, damnit, and he refused to let that goddamn group suck him back in. He life in the Elite was finished, dead with that old body of his. [b]"I swear my loyalty to SunClan, Nidalee, and Magni."

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The tom shot her a steady look, before glancing at the kit, and after a few moments rolled his eyes. [b]"Sure, then. Might as well get used the place."

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Now, Zaniel wasn't exactly Courtney Love, but he did have the attitude and the sour mood fit for making such a rude proclamation. He may have joined SunClan a while ago, but the apprentice had more or less vanished into the wood work; avoiding the rest of his new, wretched Clanmates like the plague, he had burrowed away in stewing anger and determinedly avoided interaction as best as possible. However, the seal lynx mink had eventually given up and decided that he might as well socialize with the lot of them. This was going to have to be home now, after all. Ugh.

"Sup, bitches. I'm Zaniel," the tom huffed loudly and rudely in greeting, looking bored and sarcastic even when he was saying nothing. He was clearly hung over from something or another, and looked as if the sun burned him; clearly, this apprentice was not a very nice guy, and had a bit of a usage problem.

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Fucks given? Absolutely none. Zaniel cared little for his Clanmates, and held no sympathy nor empathy for some amnesia victim. Hell, he couldn't care less about SunClan's little dramas, and he merely gave the tom a bored once over before he was strolling away.

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A meet and greet? Well, Zaniel didn't really care, and usually didn't bother, but he was currently drunk on catnip and slurring as he ambled lazily up to the group. "Welcome fuckin' back, then," he drawled in that dazed speech, blinking bored blue eyes that never seemed to make it open more than half way. He had no idea who this tom was, or if he was even returning from somewhere, but whatever. Welcomes all around.

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[justify]Time to get active with Zaniel again.

Zaniel Bellator is the son of Theron and Brae, the once big names of the Elite. This connects him to his various siblings who went on to become popular and hps in the Elite, and all that jazz. His half siblings were Capone's kits. Anyway, he was murdered in his previous, old-ass body and found out he had multiple possessions when he got dumped into some random SunClan apprentice. With nothing better to do, he decided he'd just stay there.

So, Zaniel was invisible in his legitimate family, trying to fit in and never quite doing it, and eventually was adopted into the Bellators once he was older. Now, the Bellators were all about spreading the family, and the head of the family had been nice and caring towards him, so he basically did whatever she said and evolved into a cold player just out popping kits for the family. Of course, eventually the family faded from his life, and once more he felt alone and rejected. Cold as he was already, he grew bitter and pissed off, constantly angry and looking to escape his stupid life. He became an addict and cares for absolutely nothing, and swears worse than a sailor.

This pissy little player is still currently in SunClan, and is open to basically anything. He just needs plots and activity, man. (He had one litter in the past, and has a very recent one in HawkClan right now.)

Open To:
- friends (sort of)
- enemies
- litters (CURRENTLY PIMPING HIM OUT)
- one night stands
- catnip parties
- fights
- mentor
- threads

Closed To:
- death
- major injury
- rape
- anything that'd get him kicked out of SunClan
- serious relationships

Ardelle x Zaniel catnip litter? He's the son of Theron and Brae, having taken a new body after his original one was murdered recently. Connects him to a lot of past/present hps, especially in the Elite.

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Zaniel glanced up to look over her with a hooded stare in a way that would suggest he was giving her a once over, before he finally allowed for a curling smirk. "Hullo, Charlotte," he drawled in that lazy rumble, [b]"What's up?"

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Yeeep, had him for ages and never managed to do much with him, so I figured now I'd remake him again. :J He's domestic, but has multiple possessions so I can just get him either body. Whichever one you prefer!

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Zaniel's interest in this Clan was pretty thin, but he had ended up here by chance and, well, why not make something of it? He wasn't going back to the Elite, not on his life, so they could just cheer the fuck up and stop giving him that 'you-corrupted-potty-mouth' look. Jeez. For an anti-Clan, they struck him as such prudes. "Yeah, hi, all of you. Great to meet you, or something." He paused, and gave the kit a second glance. [b]"How in the hell do you get 'Tony' from Timekit, dude?"

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