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  • I'M LAUGHING | open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]victor - soldier of darkclan - vampire snowferra with venomous fangs - invisibility - difficult


    [ Forgive me, but who's dead here? I'm assuming Adelaide, but I just want to check to make sure~ ]


    twb

  • I'M LAUGHING | open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]victor - soldier of darkclan - vampire snowferra with venomous fangs - invisibility - difficult


    [ No problem c: ]


    The Vampire Snowferra was of the opinion that unfair things happened at one o'clock in the morning when he was on a night patrol all on his lonesome. Victor peered silently down at the General's body and felt a swaying sensation. His invisibility fluttered and fell away. Well. He swore. When the cream female suddenly awoke, the soldier grunted in surprise and immediately asked, "Ma'am! Are you all right?" clearly she was not, bu he was more asking to signify that he was there and ready to help if she required it. Which she absolutely did, if she was coughing up blood.

  • Findthee Swing - open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]victor - soldier of darkclan - vampire snowferra with venomous fangs - invisibility - difficult


    Neurotoxic venom leeched from his fangs as he impaled the turkey's neck. It did not take very much time at all for the bird to die, though if he wasn't toxic the not-particularly-severe bite would not have brought down the creature. Chuffing in satisfaction, the Soldier inserted his formidable teeth into the jugular and contently began sucking down the avian's blood.

  • Findthee Swing - open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]victor - soldier of darkclan - vampire snowferra with venomous fangs - invisibility - difficult


    The dark made it rather difficult for the nocturnal Snowferra to see, but his eyes were well-adjusted. He still didn't recognize the female approaching him, though. "I'm having breakfast." stated Victor. Was he supposed to be having fun? He supposed he was, because he was eating, but it wasn't like he was dancing around and cheering. It was a meal. Not to mention he wasn't that kind of person.

  • I'M LAUGHING | open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Victor was way out of the way at this point, because almost being trampled by Miami made the vampiric purple-and-gold wildcat feel the urge to run to the next country. He, however, instead buried his face in his paws and strove to ignore the sunlight.


    Stupid sunlight.

  • CAUGHT UP IN THE GAME | haunted underground maze event

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Victor was much more willing to participate in this activity that he would have been had it been aboveground, because all these infernal high positions loved holding their thrice-forsaken meetings and sessions and who knew what else in the day, and as a nocturnal being who got some dreadful headaches in the sunlight, he hated that. Yawning wildly, he shuffled into the tunnels, completely disregarding the maps.


    What was the point of a maze if you had a map?

  • REPEATING HISTORY | OPEN, HERB TRAINING

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Victor sat way back in the crowd, wishing wholeheartedly he was smaller so that he'd be in the shadow of the larger animals there. As a Snowferra, he himself was rather taller, so that was out. Ears flat to his head and eyes extremely fuzzy with tiredness, the nocturnal soldier waited in silence.

  • REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES! [open + idea]

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Was he supposed to be here? He didn't know - he'd simply been returning from getting a drink and caught wind of this idea. Eyelids heavy with drowsiness, the nocturnal solider chuffed, "Sounds like a bonny fine idea to me."

  • Findthee Swing - open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Eyes flitting up to meet Nuclear Warfare's, he digested the newcomer's appearance for a moment before shrugging slightly. "To be honest, I don't know. I am - I exclusively live off of blood - but I wasn't raised with others of my kind." they were the same size, noticed Victor, but something about Nuke made him feel smaller.

  • simple and clean (open, mass sparring)

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Nuke's voice tickled his sleeping ears, and the royal purple and gold Snowferra sat bolt upright, alarm pinpricking his spine. His usual drowsy daytime sheen was burned off by the force and heat of his sudden fear: had he been dreaming about the weirdo Soldier? He strode pointedly out of his sleeping quarters and tracked down the jaguar.


    To his relief, it was a legitimate training.


    "Now that I'm up, I suppose I will, too." chuffed the muscular vampire, leaning back on his haunches and staring intently at Nuke. Hm.

  • Findthee Swing - open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Victor was rather disappointed to see the large son of Chemical Warfare go, a feeling which was plain in his eyes. He blinked and nodded farewell, lowering his head and resuming his bloodsucking. It's odd, thought the soldier, but perhaps I'm just making a friend.


    He needed more friends.


    "Hey!" gurgled the Snowferra suddenly, sitting up straight and not bothering to wipe the blood from his maw. "This turkey will not be enough for me. I'm thinking a buck might be more suitable. Wanna tag-team it?"

  • simple and clean (open, mass sparring)

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Noise thrummed in his ears and the Snowferra grunted in surprise - however, he took it in stride and dove forward, paws barely skimming the earth as he rocketed at Allison. He had every appearance of being fully able to keep his energy up, because while he was lacking in the strength category despite his size(his muscles being more to make him fast), he made up for it in stamina; being able to keep up a certain gait.


    In this case, that gait was 'very fast'.


    He aimed to bowl the apprentice over.

  • [ help me to realize that my dream is dying ] open

    [align=center][font=times new roman][size=10]Victor was sleeping nearby, sprawled on his back on a beanbag, stomach exposed to a patch of sun streaming in through a window; uncharacteristically so. The gold-splotched Snowferra was, of course, nocturnal, so it was expected for him to be at rest. As voices punctured the drowsy atmosphere of the library, though, he lifted his head and blinked in a very fuzzy manner at the haze of Clanmates. "Ohhi." he mumbled.