Posts by OSIRIS

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he's,,, an angry old man who's gonna have a lot to say to anyone who approaches him and will wanna bite everyone who tries to hit him whoops

kind of open to anything really? just pls don't kill him and i'm still not 100% on maiming asdfghjkl

also if anyone wants to get caught in his rampage when he eventually gets free then let me know!! he could just injure them or straight up kill them depending on what ya'll want, but it'll all be in one big post so wooo

Good thing you won't be over there for a while. A sharp gaze turned to Jace, clearly displeased that he would threaten those who did not know the weight of their clan's actions. There was a reason he had gone easy on Merlot when they were six months old, they were at an age where they were only just starting to learn about the horrors they were asked to commit in the name of AntiClans. The fact that they stayed after the fact... told him all that needed to be told about the content of their morality. To call children or pregnant animals feeble was a truth, and yet a travesty. He could've called Bay weak when he made her childless, for getting in his way when she was most vulnerable, and he'd have been hated for it. It was wording he would no doubt remember when the day of reckoning was upon them all. "Like your Deputy's are much stronger. I can still taste the leopard's blood on my fangs,". He couldn't remember their name, it was a long name that had not mattered in the end, they had been burned to a crisp all the same. Would the same fate fall to this current Deputy?

The sharp jab on a body more sensitive than normal caused him to falter slightly, catching himself on the side he put more weight onto. Nothing was said in retaliation, flared nostrils enough communication was it was. Elian was the name of that irrelevant shit's name, the one who had come to him with demands of getting Kokichi back to this desolate husk. He'd remember that now, in his mind the worst thing one could do was make themselves known to him. They barked orders and he raised his head again, vertigo-like symptoms setting a glaze over his icy stare. He knew the Pit, perhaps not the modern day version, but the Ruins that had first captured him six years ago had something similarly named. The wolf hadn't fought, earned himself his first scar as a result. He doubted he'd be saved this time though, he had made too many enemies and not enough friends. Things might have been different, the leader couldn't let his guard down enough to let many into his life though. After all them betrayals, all them times he thought he could trust someone, to have them turn on him was like a blade twisting in his chest everytime.

He'd help himself, then. Though hazy and weakened from a bout of unconsciousness and blood loss, the Chief snarled back at Elian, refusing to go anywhere willingly - especially not because a whelp said so. He felt saliva pooling at his jowels, and as it swilled around his mouth he suddenly aimed to spit at Eli's face. That would be their answer, a hardy yet silent 'fuck off'.

hebe skinner - aaaaay sure

what would be the limits for that?? ^^

IMMORTALFALLACY - uh oh spaghetti-o

that would be interesting :eyes:

who should make the thread for them?? ^^

PETRIFIEDKISS D. - sure lmaooo. who should make??

ALAKSIEJ S.I. - lmfao it'll probs be a bit more of an angry interaction since in his mind he's just like 'if you don't like it here then leave' and thinks it's that easy xDD

but things might go differently!! just depends on how an interaction thread goes. who should make?? ^^

Radiantmemories x.g.h - yesssssss, who should make?? C:

The sun was hot on his back in the Pit, the sudden shift to the bitterness of the night could have eroded away at anyone's sanity after experiencing it day after goddamn day. Sunburns and heatstrokes seemed prominent, and overall it was an utterly miserable experience. Mouths grew dry, bellies grew empty and he'd had to defend himself from those he might have called friends in another life. Feliks, for what it was worth, was still making recoveries in other areas. His injuries seemed less drastic then they had done some time ago, he'd stopped coughing up blood and thanks to being left alone (aside from the occasional conversation or scorn sent his way), his physicality didn't seem as bad as it could've been. Worry fueled him to get better and stay on his feet, he was a stubborn bastard as it was and now having motives for his survival that weren't selfish increased that tenfold. His family wouldn't be safe without him, his clan wouldn't be safe without him, his unborn pups wouldn't be safe without him. Thoughts of seeing the life drain from the Ruiners kept him sane, for without coming up with creative ways to stab and sedate he might have abandoned everything and everyone entirely - now that would be madness.

As the sun began to fall so began the wolf's pacing again. Wasted energy, perhaps, but it was the only way to occupy himself. His head was still kept high, like a king of the prisons, though his ears were kept pricked for other reasons. He was listening, listening for Ruiners, listening for conversations, for ammunition and opportunities. The time would come where he would be able to shapeshift again, and when he could those opportunities were the first he'd go to take. The Nile was often busy from sacrifices? There was a divide between the Red God and Atheists? Their clan was growing? He absorbed as much information as he could with the rays frying his brain, and then when they stopped gawking at the prisoners or other Ruiners Feliks would go back to circling the outskirts of the depression in the ground. If it wasn't the Ruins or the weather or his own thoughts that killed him, the boredom certainly would.

They were gawking again. He heard their footsteps grow ever closer, he wanted to look up and spit every curse under the sun at them but knew better then to let his temper falter now. His wounded pride would recover, it was a fact Feliks had to remember if he was to get revenge. The grunt caused him to halt in his pacing, narrowed eyes fixating in on the one that had made such an attention-grabbing noise. He stared down the blurs, nose wrinkling the longer he did. Wet wood, like the jungle trees he had grown accustomed to - that bucket was full. His mouth felt so dry that any movements of it would make smacking noises, it seemed as arid as the desert when he realised that water was just several meters away. He couldn't, he knew better and would not listen to the siren's sloshing call. They would hold it over his head, make him say things and admit to others, or perhaps they had laced it with substances that would make him miserable. Whatever the case may be, one thing was certain - that was bait. Feliks gave a grunt back, and turned his nose up at Siej.

There was voices this time, the ones that actually gawked. Ransom notes. Oh, fuck off. "Perhaps you should come closer and find out for yourself," he threatened stoically, flashing his teeth for just a moment in challenge. What pathetic creatures, he'd have killed them all in his prime and served their burned remains to their children. But that's not a good prime, you don't have to stoop that low again. His head shifted slightly as Bluepaw began to talk. But I want to, if I could get a whole generation of Exilers to loathe me, I don't want to imagine what I could do to these spindly fucks. He listened carefully as they started discussing him, almost smirking had it not been for the heaviness of his mind holding him back. Could they not be honest, even among themselves? There was only one reason he was kept alive and everyone damn well knew it - because that and pregnancy were the only things keeping his mate in check. Leadership did not matter, should the one-eyed wolf wish to harm then he would not need a position of power to do so, Leadership only made them weaker, for the weight of controlling dozens of lives was a burden to Slade.

"Surprised you can see me well enough to tell," he retorted, aforementioned lack of things to do giving him his old mischief back. When fighting a losing battle or getting beaten up made more sense then being fucking sick and tired of the same old walls... there was a massive problem in his psyche. "But nah, it's just as stuffy as your ass. Do me a favour and take your head out of it so you can go fuck yourself,".

track <33

Captures could often be such demoralising things, one minute you were on top of the world and the next your head was being forced beneath the paws of lesser beings. You were treated as being nothing, with the only thing keeping most animals sane being the fear of what would come next. So long as they held that fear of death, further injury, starvation or anything else, they would be fine. The wolf had lost that fear a long time ago. For ages there was nothing to live for other than to spite those who deemed him a monster and a traitor, now there were children to save from his enemies and without him their journeys would be far tougher - but still, it wasn't a fear. He was worried of how far they would go, after seeing how the clan had scorned him for harming young apprentices that panic wasn't as severe as it might have been. Hypocrites the world might have been, arrogance led him to believe that this current generation of Ruins did not have it in them to do the unthinkable. They were plentiful in number and yet expired quickly, even more quickly now that Feliks had them in his sights.

For a while in the stuffy prisons, the Chief had indeed been asleep. For all of his aggression and actions to the contrary he did indeed value being left alone to recover from his wounds. It wasn't a nice rest, even when curled up in his own bed with his mate by his side he seemed to sleep with one eye open. When footsteps interrupted the troubled dreams his eyes shot open, staring at the pictures he had engraved into the walls. He didn't turn around yet, he wouldn't make himself a targt of torture when there were Exilers further down who deserved it much more. A tattered ear gently moved as the steps grew closer and closer, then grew stiff when they seemed to halt directly by his cell. Have they no honour as to let a sleeping dog lie? Feliks needn't answer that, he had been a victim when the Ruins had been at their worse and had only fallen prey to their ways after letting his guard down to help one of their slaves. Any place that forced others into servitude, both adults and children alike, deserved little of his sympathy and understanding.

"If you've come to gawk..." he started off gruffly, pushing his forepaws onto the ground and slowly craning his neck around so he could face them. Even in the dark there was an air of familiarity to them, but it was fleeting, like a stranger in the streets whom you'd swear you'd seen before. He wasn't surprised, by all accounts he knew practically everyone for one reason or another (most of those reasons were not positive). "Then at least entertain me,". He didn't recognise their disabilities at first, instead speaking to them like he would any other Ruiner - with an arrogant contempt.

:00000 omfg eva is back!!

i think they did interact a little bit back in the day? i don't think they ever really held much of an opinion on each other but i know that they did talk a couple of times to discuss politics xDD

final bump!! applications are being chosen on the 20th
everyone's looking good so far though! <33

ENJOLRAS xx FELIKS

Hey ya'll, one of the slots for the Feliks xx Enjolras plot/alliance litter has opened up! The kiddo will go to the Flights, but they have free access to the Thunderlands whenever they want without a dual-alliance.

Genetics ―

The kiddo will be a domestic cat!

viable pelt colours: white , brown classic tabby , blue classic tabby , black , blue , seal classic lynx point , blue classic lynx point , seal point , blue point

white kits can have any realistic eye color , but blue-eyed white kits have a high risk of deafness . other kits can have any realistic eye color except blue .

― the kid can have any bird-related mutation (beaks, feathers, wings etc) of your choosing! the litter was intended to kickstart a bird god plot in the flights and so their appearances will reflect that

― the kid can inherit healing from enjolras or one of feliks' powers (fire elemental, shapeshifting or smell enhance)

Relations ―

enjolras harbringer is a 4th generation son of blackjack harbringer . blackjack is a former commander of the dark dynasty and former second tier of the sanguine ruins . enjolras is the former emperor of volary flights and nightwatcher [ hp ] of the shadow veil . his blood brother , atlas harbringer , was a former vulture of war [ hp ] of the flights , and his adoptive brother prometheus harel was a former leader of the labyrinth , emperor of the flights next to enjolras , right hand [ hp ] of boneclan , and neophyte of the sanctuary . the kits will be half - siblings to triss , loki , narnia , and noir harbringer , who's mother is alicante zaroff . triss is a former shaman [ shp ] of the flights .

feliks is the current skychief of the thunderlands . he is a former leader of blizzardclan and boneclan , former deputy of the cartel , ex - hp of the shadow veil , and ex - hp of the dark dynasty. their half-sibling, cody, is a former deputy of the exiles .

their siblings will be: magdalene, abner, bellatrix, demetrius and winston

Rules ―

― any name style is allowed, but please try and steer clear of depressing names! for inspiration, they might have names of a french or polish origin due to their parents

― try and keep the kid in the flights for one month real time! they'll be allowed to have dual-alliances though whenever <33

― the kit must have the kowalki surname! the harbinger surname is optional to carry.

― hybern and i reserve the right to rehome the kid if they fall inactive! but we'll try and let you know beforehand

― the kids are expected to age realistically. as of march 1st, they are 6 months old.

― the form is a free for all, so go ham C:

ooh i'd be cool with that! he won't accept it because he's stubborn and paranoid but it could lead to some juicy conversation uwu

It already felt like an eternity in this hellhole of a clan. He remembered the faces of his family and all those of his clan, yet others seemed to fade into obscurity the more and more he stared at the Pit walls. For a boorish clan, their entertainment for prisoners was sorely lacking (that was the point though, was it not?). A time of regret for most, thoughts of 'why wasn't I better' or 'why did I cross them' filled many of the stranger's minds, Feliks couldn't keep track of his own thoughts. At some points they extended to his children, hoping for some safety amidst the company of lesser beings, other times they extended to what tricks of revenge he could pull on these sycophants. For now all of them had been pacified by the lulls of rest, the wolf entering a half-baked nap by the time the sun started to disappear once more. He wasn't entirely unconscious, for even the littliest tippytaps of centipedes crawling past him was enough to get him to shift, but it was better then nothing, or at least, it was the best he was going to get. "A shame you will not be quiet..." he uttered beneath his breath towards a lost lizard, the colourations of it warning him not to give chase to it along the encased lands. Poison would not be a good way to go.

Radiantmemories x.g.h

/ mini-bump <33

was just gonna advertise in discord but it's down atm oof

Drumroll please for the kiddos

Also!! Since I forgot to mention it in the OG post, these children can also carry the Kowalki Surname!! If they do, then feel free to hop on the Family Discord here: https://discord.gg/Px2BJP2

Beast will be getting a birthing thread up in the next few days, congratulations to everyone!! <33

tracking <33

He tasted the blood in his mouth. It was metallic, sweet, ultimately a sign that no matter what pedestal he placed himself on he was still very much killable and mortal. Feliks didn't remember the days after he first snapped, one day he had just woken up with paws drenched in the same content he was currently spitting out of his maw. He woke up to Ruiners beating him, their jeers and taunts holding more malice than ever before. Out of the corner of a swollen eye he had seen the corpses of AntiClan warriors, the words of his assailants barely piercing his ringing ears. Something about murdering them, something about making an example out of him in front of their God, he didn't know. His interactions with Showstopper had been hard, barely a word spoken but he had scared the boy away with a flurry of fire and vengeance and... and he wanted to do the same to these folk. One kept him pinned beneath a firm paw whilst the other kicked his ribs, his face, anything sensitive area they could see. The first beating he had received whilst he was here, but at what cost? It was too late now. Something clunked against his head, with that the wolf was back to a world of slumber.

Their voices didn't penetrate his mind, but whether it be from an unknown force or otherwise he still knew what they were saying. He felt one of them press a paw to his underarm, felt their warmth against his cold form. They were fretting, thinking they might have killed him and not wanting to tell the 'boss' for fear of punishment for slaying the one who was not supposed to be slain. They said it was be easier to say that the 'mutt' just escaped instead of telling the truth, that they had been the first to find out. Time and existence lost all meaning to him again, and that was that for what felt like maybe a minute. In actuality it was closer to an hour of being dragged along the scorching sands and then being left to burn in the heat as the Ruiners were working on something. He didn't know what, couldn't know what, until he felt something compressing on all of his body and all around him. The sensation woke Feliks up to a world of suffocating darkness.

He couldn't see, he tried moving a leg and it was trapped. Panic filled him but when instincts told him to call for help, he soon realised that his lungs would appreciate saving the oxygen, for there was little to be had where he was. Which direction was up? Which direction was down? Feliks couldn't tell, but he knew he had to do something before he lost his energy. The wolf struggled to get his paws free from whatever trapped them, desperation being the final factor in writhing them free and he started pawing at whatever was in front of him. It was soft, seemed to crumble a little bit whenever he dug at it. Dirt? No. Sand. Holy fuck, he was underground. Holy fuck, holy fuck holy fuck this couldn't be real. Feliks tried his damnedest to get his breathing under control as he scrambled furiously at his prison walls, wishing he could be anywhere but here right now. He would take the news of Abner's torture twice over, he would allow himself to be utterly humiliated by those evil enough to do it, he needed freedom that seemed further and further away the more and more his gestures began to weaken.

Hope was about to be lost, silent prayers were about to be sent out to his family, when something bright finally pierced the grave. He clawed at it again more light. And again; an opening. Weakly he lifted his muzzle forwards towards the gap and inhaled, letting the cold air fill his lungs and revitalize him. With his hind legs he kicked out, breaking the surface and allowing Feliks to completely push himself up from the sand. He pulled himself away from the entrance and stood tall for a second or two. Blood and sand mixed across his body like peanut butter and jelly, and as he tried to gain his bearings he ended up collapsing again. He was shaking, but quickly came to realise that he wasn't in the Pit anymore. He would've leaned his head back in relief, only distant mumblings of Ruiners who had not heard his struggle stirred him to be as alert as possible. The wolf realised he was practically in camp, tucked away behind a pyramid, yet it seemed... empty. Were the clan raiding, maybe? It mattered not, Kokichi had told him of hidden entrances and exits and he needed to find them before they got back.

With his head low he stood himself up, and on paws as light as he could make them began to investigate around the place that he had been denied access to. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, apart from... was that a Church? He rolled his eyes, but pushed through the entrance until the surprised male came face to face with a Ruiner in front of him. He didn't think, his body was forced into survival mode and without so much as a protest to the contrary the male shapeshifted into a grizzly bear. He charged at hebe skinner , aiming to knock her to the side with a swing of his paw. He wouldn't give her the chance to react, hoping to sink his teeth into her and thrash her about. Words were almost lost to him in this form, everything was instinct to the point where he almost didn't know when to stop. Even if he could've stopped, would he have? These animals had hurt his boy, his home, the rest of his family. A burst of reason came to him and he stopped, looming over the hellhound with a paw hopefully on her chest and the shapeshifted leader practically wheezing at this point.

"I am your God now," he breathed, aiming to sink the tip of a claw slowly into her eye. He twisted his foot just a little bit to let the damage feel more painful before pulling himself away, forced to shapeshift back into his normal body. The damages upon the bitch were observed for a little bit, with a commotion outside bringing him to his senses. They were starting to figure out something was wrong, which ultimately meant time was running short for the Chief. Feliks stumbled out of the Church, heart almost skipping a beat when he noticed that the attention wasn't on him at all. Everyone was looking to the sky, a giant wingspan causing some of the stay-at-home Ruiners to usher their children to the pyramids where it was safe. Perfect timing as always... Pinky... Feliks' head slumped forwards and as it did the Haast's Eagle swooped down, grabbing the underweight lupine roughly. It was enough to jolt the wolf awake at least, but his companion didn't bother apologising (not that they needed to), the way the bird saw it this family owed him more than could ever be repayed.

"Go play a game of cards after this," Pinkeye cooed, a crackle of electricity coming from his wings. "You're a lucky one today, betcha an emu you'd be fucked without me watching your back eh?". The bird took off, unable to resist sending a bolt of lightning or two down at a couple of Ruiners as he did. Neither seemed to care if it hit or not, for the two were off in the sky long before anyone could begin to process what happened. The scene painted in the aftermath was a scientist's wet dream. A Pit littered with a few dead Ruiners, an empty grave behind camp, an injured Priestess in her Church and blueish feathers scattered around camp. Oh, and blood and sand... a lot of blood and sand.

still a thing, i'm just not as active with it as a i should be ^^

adding cas up now!!

It was slow and steady, but sure enough the wolf was beginning to meander his way through untraced lands. With his ultimate saviour off hunting, Feliks was using the time in solitude to gather his strength. At some point a storm would be coming, he didn't know when and he didn't know where, but Feliks was going to be in the frontlines when it happened, had to be, Ruins be damned. Before long he felt a presence, something or someone watching him, and halted. He didn't know where they were, or how many, regardless the Chief was ready to maim. A paw began to lift off of the ground, smoke billowing from the cracks in his paw pads. In front. They landed and the short-sighted male created a fireball from that paw, lip curling until his smell enhance kicked in. Between the scents both stale and potent alike he detected one of the Solaris Kingdom and... and... Abner? The stranger lowered her wing and lo and behold there the little blur was, alive and safe now.

He limped closer, a renewed energy in his pace as he approached them both. This is a Million, is it not? More of Sangria's features became obvious to him, a sword and the leathery texture to those aforementioned wings. It wasn't much to go on, but he could put two and two together given his knowledge on the stranglehold that family once had over the ProClan. In a brief moment of doubt he wondered if they would whisk his boy away again, demand some sort of self-sacrifice for his safe return, that never seemed to happen as he leaned down to nuzzle Abner. There was a slow wag to his tail, thoughts still suppressed on a surface level as they had been for the majority of his capture - his voice told of a different tale. "You're safe now boy, you're safe now..." he cooed, a crackle to his soft and raspy tone. "It's going to be ok, those Ruiners will leave our family alone. I'm just glad to see you again... I missed you and Mags and Billie so so much,". He closed his eyes as he spoke and held contact, contemplating.

I'm surprised they held you for so long. The fuck was that supposed to mean? He lifted his head and was about to narrow his eyes and show just how little he appreciated the other's wording, but then he was reminded of his child. They needn't see hostility thrown towards the one who had protected them from, Feliks was aware that was the only thing keeping there from being an argument though. He wasn't in the mood. He was in pain, hungry, and memories of dragging himself out from that grave were as fresh as any wound he might have carried. "They'll wish they held me for longer," he rumbled beneath a breath, trying to properly observe Abner's paws. I'll let the world know. If they support them even after this... then they'll be damned too. Feliks leaned down and aimed to give a gentle pity-lick of the bandaged appendages, grateful he had at least been told beforehand of this. It didn't help with the sight, but it helped him keep his emotions under wrap, even if that was a mask that was beginning to crack. A hindpaw seemed to shake a little, maybe his ears pinned back every once in a while, plans of revenge were already brewing within the wolf and he just had to hope the Leader's daughter wouldn't interfere. "Thank you... regardless. Your kindness won't go unrewarded,".