Posts by dante.b

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Without partnership? Nothing more to wait on? No, Black had nothing more to wait on. He loved William as sure as he knew what love was. He wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to make the detective smile and laugh. To help raise annoying, bratty kids and still love waking up in the morning to help the serval. He wanted... The alabaster moved forward and attempt to press his nose to the other's, before pulling back and placing his head on Will's stomach again.

"Yeah, I'm not waiting on anything," he whispered. Looking out of the tree toward the soft falling of snow. It was quiet, warm and the apprentice felt comfortable beyond words. A sudden thought came to mind and Black turned his head slightly, looking up at the serval, "if you want... I don't know when Hannibal is coming back, if ever, but I'd like to help you raise these kids? So I guess what I'm saying is yes. Yes, I love you, and I'll always be there for you."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Black allowed the moment to carry him away from Honeypaw, leaping away from the other apprentice and barely managing to dodge the blow to his chest. Slidding sideways with the motion of Honeypaw's thrust, the edge of the blade scratched his neck as he moved past. Throwing himself away from the Shadowclanner, the cambion gave himself a chance to breath. A thin line of blood was tailing from his neck, but the pain in his shoulder wasn't noticeable. His father was doing an excellent job of shielding him from that. Then he lept forward again, sliding at the last moment to throw dirt and snow in the other's face. After he dodged to the side and attempted to throw the other off balance. If this were successful, he would try to knock Honeypaw's first sword away with a snarl.

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Finished with his OCD-ness for the day, Black looked around the clearing for something to do. His body was still on fire after all the training with his dad, and he'd been hunting for the day... so what was he supposed to do. Suddenly his eyes alighted on a patch of sunlight and a certain hyena. Awkward. The apprentice never knew what to think of Nos. Clearly, William liked the other, but they rarely talked. Which was odd, because he often spoke with Frag. Despite the awkwardness there as well. Black had just decided, for his own safety, that around the King he would keep quiet on all matters 'William'.

But with Nos... Is he someone you know father? he questioned, examining the other male out of the corner of his eye. The demon lord laughed, No dorhali ethea, we're not of the same blood. He was not born a demon Rhaa, I have no interest in him. But, he would certainly be better company then any angel... Sath said, trailing off with a hinting sound in his voice. Black's face slackened with astonishment; was his father actually trying to suggest what he thought he trying to suggest. His ears flattened back against his skull in embarrassment and the cambion turned a rich shade of red. Father! He only received a chuckle in response, the demon seeming to signal the end of the conversation.

Looking around to see if anyone had seen his sudden humiliation, the cambion was relieved to see that it seemed nobody had notice. Breath a sigh of relief, he huffed. Maybe it would be good to talk to the demon, but not for the reasons that Sathanus was suggesting. Picking a rabbit from the pile, the apprentice trotted in the direction of the other clanner.

"Hi Nos," he said softly, flicking his tail in greeting, "look, can we talk? I bought food to ease the conversation."

//I love writin Black's dad, he amuses me so much. cx

honeypaw s s. m. wrote:

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she would proceed to draw backwards once more, avoiding the snow and dirt. however, the second attack seemed to work. but instead of being drawn away, she stabbed her sword into the ground, her teeth sliding down to the end of the base. the apprentice proceeded to take it out of the ground, shovelling dirt and snow up with it. she then aimed to fling the substances at Blackpaw. worked or not, she would whirl around him and aim to swipe at his legs with his claws in an attempt to leave a mark and/or off balance him.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Black's eyes widened with surprise as a similar trick seemed to be played on him. The snow and grit slapped him in the face, to close for the apprentice to avoid. Momentarily stunned, the apprentice wasn't prepared for the sudden contact and sharp pain, of something on his legs. Falling backwards with a curse, Black rolled with it, his shoulder burning as it came into contact with the ground. The red in his eyes winked out, leaving only ebony orbs in their place. Get up ethea, we're not through yet. Sath whispered.

He was beginning to pant, and the act of keeping his body standing (regardless of the reduced pain) with so much blood-loss, was proving very difficult. But he heeded the demon's words, pushing himself to his paws. Turning to face the other apprentice, Black's eyes pulsed red once more. Leaping to the side, Black switched direction at the last moment, aiming to slam his shoulder into the Shadowclanner. Then he would dodge away again before moving quickly forward in a series of sharp attacks, aiming for mainly her side and chest. And if this didn't work he would aim to bite onto her shoulder; trying to confuse her with a much movement as possible. The other had too long of a reach otherwise.

small injuries/no capture or kill

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Decided to go bed at a reasonable hour last night. Read: not 1:30 in the morning.
Wake up and I'm completely flooded with posts and the camp is being attacked O.O
Why do humans need sleep??

Blackpaw wasn't late, his rolelplayer had been asleep; and that's how the apprentice was going to continue to justify his absence from the battle field. The cambion snarled at the Shadowclanner's his alabaster form puffing up in aggression as he ran out in to the whirlwind of teeth and claws. Leaping forward he attacked the nearest beast, pulling the npc down and ripping into their throat. Then the alabaster turned, running to join the rest of his kin.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]"We've already met Avrae," the cambion murmured, coming to stand next to the tiny dragon. He was quite fond of the cheerful little soul, Avrae was always up for giving someone a hug when they needed it, "but it's good to see you in a better mood and without the possession. How are you?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Librarycub? Wasn't that one of the names of William's children? The apprentice pondered, padding up and waving a tail in greeting to everyone else. Black's roleplayer was currently swamped with threads, but she was doing her best to make sure her baby met anyone new. The cambion sat down in front of the young horse, "It's nice to meet you Librarycub. I'm Blackpaw, though most just call me Black."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]"I'm going to have to agree with everyone here," Black murmured, crossing toward the tree with a smile. The antlers truly did look nice, the cambion thought, taking a seat next to Nos and smiling at the serval, "they look beautiful, love."

//gah, rushed

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]"And I'm Black," the cambion murmured, smiling and taking a seat. He'd already met the ex-vice-leader, but it never hurt to reacquaint yourself with people you didn't know too well. Wrapping his tail over his paws, the apprentice wait to see if any other members of the clan would show up.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Black had never been possessed before, and he didn't really count his dad. Sure, the demon was kind of camping out inside the apprentice's heart/skull, but it was only a tiny shard. Nothing but an overly chatty shadow of what his actual father was like. The feline supposed that in an actual possession, it would be much more painful. Sath wasn't exactly kind by any frame of mind, but he didn't cause Black any mental or physical harm while they were awake in the real world. Dreams didn't really count.

The Thunderclanner was glad the hyena had decided it was okay to talk with him. The most he had expected was some amusement and being told to sod-off. Taking a seat the alabaster tried to organise his words in a logical matter. Normally he was very good at communication, but recently he'd found himself tripping over his tongue in just simple situations. He did not want the same thing to happen during this conversation.

"First off, hi," he started, curling his tail over his paws and taking a deep breath, "we haven't really spent much time together, and I needed to get a few things off my chest. I'm very fond of William, and I know you are too. You're far older and more experienced then myself, probably know what the hell you're doing, and have known him a lot longer. But, this doesn't mean my feelings aren't real too. I may not know anything about anything, but I'm trying, really. And seen as Will doesn't seem to have boundaries around the amount of people he's loving at one time, I need to make an effort to get rid of the awkwardness I feel when around you. So, I apologise if I've been stiff and formal up until now, I'm bad with emotions I'm not exactly familiar with.

But, I know you love him too, and I don't expect you're going to just up and leave. That would be a stupid and childish wish. Hannibal isn't around, and well, I heard some rumors that Frag might not be here much longer... so, what I'm saying is; can we do this together?" he finished, taking his ebony gaze from the other male and looking down at the rabbit. He didn't really have the stomach for it right now, but Sathanus would flay him if he didn't eat. Leaning down he began to tear into the food, allowing the other some time to process his words.

Ugh, I would take threads guys
But I'm completely swamped :(
If anyone wants to start one, maybe I'll take...
*cries in a corner*
This is what happens when you go to bed at a more reasonable time then 1:00 in the morning....

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]The first few moves seemed successful and the apprentice felt a vicious trill run up his spine. The had to be getting close now. How long could someone be expected to hold a sword? But the apprentice supposed she trained with it all the time. It was actually a fairly impressive feat. Black's teeth clacked loudly on the last move though, and his jaw hurt slightly as he missed her shoulder. While he was wincing, the Shadowclanner was suddenly gone from in front. And the current of air over top of him alerted the tom to the passing of the female.

Spinning around, the apprentice tried to move forward only to have something thrust into him. His father's cry echoed in his skull as he looked down in surprise at the blade sticking through his chest. The sword had missed his heart, but the apprentice couldn't have known that. His eyes flickered, looking back up at the female, the red pin pricks in his eyes spasming, before finally disappearing. Rhaa ethea! Vo, teh ᾳliass! Kᾳli, Rhaa teh, ahlyan teh orso vachėka asa... (really rough translation: Eternally precious! No, my child! Glory be with you, I give you my strength to you...)*shruggs* close enoughYou will regret that mortal! Black's body sagged on the sword, blood dripping from his mouth as he slowly closed his eyes. As the blackness slipped over him, a white anger tore through his body making his body feel like it was on fire.

*

When the body opened it's eyes again, they were white. Sathanus was pissed. Not only was he now having to habour his son's conscious (which was barely alive) inside the boy's own body, he was being forced into action. The blood around the sword rippled, drawing backwards along the blade and into the wound. The demon lord pulled the blade from 'Black's' chest, attempting to throw the weapon aside in anger. He was very limited in this form. For one, he was only a shard of high lord's soul, and as such could only use the abilities currently available to Blackpaw. Not only that, but his touch on the mortal plane was tenuous at the best of times. Healing the damage done to his chest, paws, shoulder and other smaller scrapes, Sathanus narrowed white eyes.

"This battle is yours, one of Shadow. We are finished here." the demon spoke, the words distorted and overlapped with an ancient tongue. Dipping his head he then continued, "Ehka ehrahaa. Ci'keh kaliha o'delia teh . Mehraeᾳk, ci'keh dorheᾳ quedian." ('complementing strength'. I support your victory (ie Shadowclan's victory and her's). Blood your blade warrior.) He then turned, and began to slip away, taking his son's body back to Thunderclan.

//wow, I did not expect that going into this. O.O
I didn't plan to injure him at all...lamo
Thanks so much ^^
Seriously might have to plot with you at some point c:

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]//So... I didn't really intend for this to happen but during the recent battle against Shadowclan (the one in their territory, not ours) Black nearly died. So, his father is sort of possessing his body temporarily while he mentally heals from that experience.
Final post if you want to read it:

[size=8]Sathanus strode back into Thunderclan camp tiredly. The battle had worn this body out and his muscles ached from having to regenerate all of the damage down to his frame. He was lucky that Shadowclan apprentice hadn't managed to strike Rhaa (what he calls Black) through the chest. If the b.tch had, he would be dead. And the silver of the soul of High Lord Satan did not want that. Dragging his paws, Sath pulled the body over towards the fresh kill pile. He needed to eat so he could restock his tanks. Despite that fact that this sort of food was not really edible for the demon. It was the type of demon that he was that made it difficult.

With blood splatters over his chest, shoulder and minor ones over the rest of his body, the lord did not look a pretty sight. In fact, he looked quite dead on his paws. Clawing a dead hare towards him, the demon took to the meat with a vengeance; sharp teeth tearing into it's tender flesh. When he was done he would need to sleep; but for now he would concentrate on refueling. And after that... revenge.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]The high lord stretched, moving out of the apprentice's den and looking around to see how his son's clan was doing. White eyes scanned the area and he sighed. If the demon were honest with himself, he hated this place. He missed his servants, the manor, the training grounds, being able to manipulate his full powers... a lot really. Sath knew that he wasn't the true lord. He was just a very small sliver of an enormous consciousness. But he still had the memories and feelings associated with living in hell.

Sure, he liked being around his son, he cared for the boy very deeply; but it wasn't the same. Catching sight of a certain angel, the demon lord narrowed his eyes. How he despised angelic blood! His very blood burned even thinking about it. But Black wouldn't cooperate with him for weeks if he snubbed the other. The hairs on the back of his neck rose in revulsion, but the high lord moved toward the small party. He hoped it was pretty f***in' obvious that he wasn't Black. But just in case the trio mistake him for being the cambion, the demon was sure to open his mouth and speak as he approached,

"And how is my son's favorite angel?" he asked blandly, sitting down. He sat with a dignity and poise that Black couldn't hope to achieve. His white eyes coldly examining the trio, tail flicking slightly. He even smelled different from the cambion; his scent a mixture of leather and burnt ozone rather then the usual snow and lilac. "Nice body."

Possessing your son's body sucked.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]The feline just narrowed his eyes and chose not to respond. He was being polite for goodness-sake! He didn't want to make enemies with these idiots. Just wanted to get through this period of puppeteering his son's body in peace. The real inhabitant of the body was currently sleeping deep inside, trying to recover from injuries delt against him in the battle against Shadowclan. But Sath would relieve himself of the duty of puppet master as soon as Black was well enough. Unfortunately, having a sword shoved through your chest was kind of good incentive to go into a comma for awhile.

"I'll have you know, child, that I am a wonderful person," the demon said with a sigh, "you've never taken the chance to get to know me better. And I really do like the new body," he added that one for Black's benefit.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]//so many children O.O for the triangle
^^

Sathanus, currently possessing his son's body while the boy's mind recovered after the battle against Shadowclan, stuck his head around the corner to Nos's den. He'd come to seek out the company of some of the only people he could stand in this compound. The hyena seemed a little woozy though, and the demon lord cocked a head in confusion. Scenting the air, his nose crinkled slightly before the demon chuckled. Sliding the rest of the way in, his movements more fluid and beautiful then Black could ever hope to be, the demon took a seat.

"Decided it was time for some pups too did you?" he asked, curling his tail over his paws. Then turning to Frag, he dipped his head briefly, "My liege."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Ugh, scratch what I said earlier
Bury me in posts! I WILL SURVIVE!!! ^^
And, having announced that.. Threads with Black's evil daddy?
He'd currently possessing Black's body while the poor boy recovers from the shadowclan battle (the one in their territory.)

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]Yeeesssss!
Sath disproves his son's choice in bae SO MUCH
But he truly cares about his little Rhaa so he's trying to tolerate Will's present
Read: planning his murder so he can deposit Will's body somewhere where Black will never find it O.O

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-face: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 450px;]His father was officially laughing at him. It seemed that despite trying to be clearer about everything, Black had stuffed up the bit he was still unclear of. Feeling a little embarrassed, but more relaxed because of the hyena's easy going manner, the apprentice folded his front legs beneath his body. Looking up at Nos, the alabaster shrugged, "ha, you picked up on the one thing I wasn't really sure on... We could just, start as friends/adoptive parents together and... go from there?" he questioned, uncertainty shining in his black eyes.

He was still quite young, and everything about this situation was like a shiny new toy. He didn't want to taint it with dirt, but he desperately wanted to play with it. He had picture in his mind of tiny little cubs running around the Thunderclan camp causing havoc and him trying to stop them. He smiled faintly at the other male before turning back to the food.

//muse