Posts by Gendry Simul Stamus

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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Dreaming wasn't something Gendry did often. He mostly just slept with no interruptions through the night and cherished the occasional dreams he had. He had already started to look around and try to figure out what was going when he saw Bistre. "Hey dad! Are you-" but he didn't finish his sentence, his eyes instead falling finally on to the figure of his mother. Hey didn't know what to say but instead stood, feet glued down right where he was. "Mom?" he whispered, questioning if he was seeing right. Then, as if suddenly let free, the tabby ran to Serenade, crushing the she-cat into a hug. "Oh mom, I'm so sorry."


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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Gendry was lucky his RPer loved him or else he'd have been dropped due to PB's inactivity the last few weeks. It was confusing being back but Gendry had never left so that meant he was just holding this meet and greet because he liked meeting new faces. "Anybody down for a meet and greet?" he called, then waited for people to come.


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    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]The tabby closed his eyes and enjoyed Neons cold body against his. He liked the pop of cold against his warm body, kind of calmed him down. As the she-cat spoke, he opened his eyes and grinned. "Nothing out of the ordinary... Just, you know... Training and running. What about you?" he asked, turning his eyes to gaze at her. "How's life?"


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    This had been a long coming. The depths of Gendry's mind had been rotting away for months on end and though he had done everything he could to push through it, fate had other plans for him. A change was coming.


    The fiery apprentice had always been eager to learn and he had dreams to be somebody and to make his father proud. He had family that he loved- even though he had mental blocks that made that very hard to do. He had Bistre who was a grand father, Barium who was like the sister he had lost, Hunting and Kumpfer- both he knew would always have his back and in return he would have theirs. Then there was Harrier. She had taken him under her wing and guided hi through the worse of his troubles. But she couldn't stop this. Non of his family could prevent him from fading away.


    To put it simply, Gendry was not alone in his head. There was another him that thirsted for blood and accepted that he was different. While the Simul-Stamus part of him did his best to understand and care for his clan-mates, the other part- the Mortem side, didn't try to understand what his mind couldn't grasp. His Mortem side was stronger then his Simul-stamus side. It should have had control of his body by now but it didn't.


    And it was all thanks to Gendry's family. His blood relatives and step-siblings. They kept him sane. The Mortem side of him didn't like this. He had to put a stop to it.


    At the moment, the Mortem had control. He didn't know how long he would be able to rule the ginger tabby's body so he had to make the most of his time. He went in search for the one femme he knew could sever Gendry's ties with his family AND clan-mates- Harrier. He would have liked to attack the she-cat sooner but she had been pregnant and though he wouldn't have minded ending her life and theirs, the Simul-Stamus side of Gendry wouldn't allow him to be around the leader at all. Everything would still go as plan though. The Mortem would kill Harrier. He would ruin the Simul-Stamus' life. As long as he could make it out alive of course but death would be an equally great revenge.


    "Harrier?" he called out in a flat tone. He walked with his tail low and head high, quite different then the other Gendry. "Harrier, I'm in need of your advice if you happen to have the time."


    longest post I've ever done and sorry its so late ;-;

    [justify]He stood at the edge of the border with his tail swishing back and forth, catching the air from time to time. His eyes were hidden well by his brows as they lay bended in concern. He was worried. How long had he been on his own? How long had he traveled the forest for days on end just to end up here? Oh well, he had always want to be a part of the insignia. Now was his chance.


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