Posts by merle dixon.

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  • SCREAMING THE NAME OF A FOREIGNOR'S GOD | SMOKING

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    Smoking. The action was almost never done by anyone anymore - when he had been younger, everyone was doing it, even himself. It had been a while since he last smoked, and he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity now. Stalking over in his tiger body, the grizzled general would plop himself down beside his fiance, cobalt gaze drifting across to her face. "Ain't ya gonna give me one?" he rumbled, tail tip twitching.

  • THANK YOU BERRY MUCH || open ||

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    "Damn, yer even fruitier than I remembered," snorted Merle as he approached, aiming to leap onto his old friend's back, making himself quite comfortable in doing so. "If y'all want me to help, I can take one to the Knights of Eden, and then take one back to ShadowClan."

  • BURY YOUR RECORDS IN THE BACKYARD || open ||

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    "I've hooked up with more chicks than any of y'all have," snorted Merle as he padded over, hairless tail whisking behind him. "Plus, I'm a general of ShadowClan, and if that ain't gonan bring the ladies in, I don't know what will." Wow, nice first impression on a lot of these Dominonites, Merle.

  • WHICH WAY IS RIGHT (open, captured) WHICH WAY IS WRONG

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    At the sight, Merle's heart nearly dropped out of his ass. No, this couldn't be happening, it wasn't possible - this was Breakdance they were talking about, for Christ's sake! The hairless feline darted over to the others as fast as he could, narrowed optics locked on the horizon. This had happened before to someone he loved. Flashbacks of when Hostesscupcakes was stolen away by the damned humans flooded his mind, but he shoved them out quickly. Sure, he didn't love Breakdance in the way he loved his fiancé, but she was pretty much one of his best friends, and he couldn't stand to lose any more. "Someone needs to fuckin' go after her," he snarled, ivory claws ripping at the ground anxiously. "I've seen what those damned humans do to us. They'll kill 'er. We need to go after her."

  • TOO DENSE // OPEN, RETURN // GOTTA REWIND IT

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    His stay in the Dominion had been nice - "nice" was such a lame word; his visit had been wonderfully nostalgic, but he wouldn't dare speak like that in front of anyone - but he had figured that it was high time to return back home. After saying parting words to his closest friends, he departed, heading straight back towards his home territory.


    "Guess who's back!" snorted the battle-scarred tiger as he padded back into the main camp, dropping two bags of fruit onto the ground. They had been a gift from one of his friends, Ferdinand, and he had given orders to take them to all of the allied clans. He never knew why the dude had such an obsession with fruits and pies, but it was just his thing, and to be honest, Merle kind of missed it.


    "Might be goin' back there soon. The human activity there has increased, and it's total hell," he rasped, shapeshifting back into his hairless sphynx body.

  • THAT LITTLE KISS YOU STOLE | EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN?

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    Oh, so she was going for him now? Great. As she lunged for him, the battle-scarred tiger felt a slightly-amused smirk appear on his jaws, and he aimed to deflect her blows with his metal prosthetic. "Darlin', ya really don't think ya can fend me off, do ya? I don't think so." No sooner than the words left his mouth, he aimed to pin her down, wanting to restrain her from doing any harm to herself or the others around them. "Hostess, ya need to chill out for a minute here."

  • open, volunteers needed // WE'RE ALL PUMPKINHEADS

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    Funny, because the officer's father had actually been in the military before, or something like it, at least. Emitting a snort as he padded over, the hairless feline would shift into his tiger body, flickering his cobalt gaze between the gift baskets and Vladilen. Quite the interesting array of goodies. "I'm comin' along," he stated bluntly. He just got back from the Dominion, but oh well.

  • FLY ME TO THE MOON || flying rides ||

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    "It's been my dream," snorted the hairless feline as he strode forward, lean muscles rippling underneath his pale, tattooed skin. Actually, he didn't care if he got a Ferdinand ride, he just wanted to fuck around with the guy.

  • THIN WIRES // OPEN, LEAVING

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    His stay had been fantastic, but all things must come to an end. He wasn't a member of the Dominion anymore, and even though he longed to stay in the Dominion a bit longer, he knew that ShadowClan needed him. "I'm leavin'," the tattooed feline rasped, shifting back into his normal, three-pawed tiger body. He picked up the bags of fruit Ferdinand had ordered to be given to the allies and placed them on his back, careful not to let them fall. "If y'all need me for somethin', come to ShadowClan." Though he had said his parting words, Merle lingered at the border, wondering if any of his old friends would want to say goodbye to him, seeing as they didn't get the chance to the last time he left.

  • make the world a safer place. [o/returning.]

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    Who the hell was this now? Padding over and leaping atop Hostesscupcakes's back, the tattooed general would examine the melanistic lion, cobalt oculars narrowed. "Merle Dixon. General. Welcome back I guess."

  • HERE COMES THE SUN || party planning!!

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    "Don't ask me to be a bartender 'less ya want all of the alcohol gone in ten seconds," snorted the tattooed general as he stalked forward, situating himself among the others.

  • I'LL SCREAM AND SHOUT ▪ PSA + GENDER CHANGE

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    Hold up; Hostesscupcakes did what to Vladilen? How was activating another creature's powers even possible? Stalking over to stand near his family, lean muscles rippling underneath his tattooed skin, the grizzled general would stare at the two of them through narrowed visionaries. "What the hell is this?" Merle snorted, padding over to get closer to the male-turned-female. A smirk crossed his wrinkled muzzle, and he aimed to leap up onto his daughter's back. "Damn, yer even more of a pussy than I thought ya were! How 'bout ya grow a pair, man up, kid!"

  • SHE TELLS ME WHAT SHE WANTS // open

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    "Great, yer a flamin' homosexual," grunted Merle as he padded over, shifting back into his tiger body. He didn't really care for homosexuals, but if they didn't interfere with his life or anything, he wouldn't say anything negative about them. It really depended on the person, and if they were an asshole or not. "Where the hell did ya get all those powers anyway?"

  • GET CAPTURED BY AN EXILE???

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    idk if he should get captured or not, but somehow, rick and merle need to meet up lmao
    since he's in his sphynx body, maybe roxanne could capture him and rick could be like
    "okay hOLD UP WHAT"