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[fancypost bgcolor=grey; borderwidth=0px; width: 200px; height: 40px;][justify][font=georgia][color=#ffffff][size=8]OPEN UP YOUR HATE AND LET IT FLOW INTO ME GET UP COME ON GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS [/fancypost] |
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[justify][font=georgia][color=white]His duel tails flicked behind him, and he slowly shifted from paw to paw, stretching out each muscle in his newest form. He had plenty of others, of course - a wolf, a lion, a tiger, a bird, a cute little mouse - but this here was a new body, never before used by anybody other than the spirit that had previously and naturally inhabited it. That very spirit now hovered beside him quietly, tethered to its body yet unable to reach it, forcibly removed from its vessel with no way of regaining it. The formsnatcher dully ignored them, to busy marvelling over the pelt, the structure, the sheer beauty of this lithe feline. He would, he knew, like this life very much.
For a few months prior, the Powerhouse had been bottled up and kept captive alongside the spirit of one of the BloodClan Centurions and used for his large array of abilities; whenever Baccalaureate had wanted to use a power, the Powerhouse had provided it, whether against his will or not, and that had been their arrangement. Weakened by a spiritual battle, he had been held slave until he'd found a flaw in the system and escaped, taking his powers and bodies with him. Now, he was free, free to do whatever he pleased in life - god willing, that would be a lot.
The Powerhouse decided that the best place to start would be a clan - perhaps in the near future he could offer his abilities willingly to others, but for the time being, joining an alliance was the safest option. Therefore, he approached SunClan, and looked around, ears pricked. "Hello?" he mewed, voice rich and warm. "I'm Powerhouse-" he removed the 'the' from the beginning of his name, hating how it made him sound like an object, easily manipulated and weak- "and I'm here to join, if that's alright."
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