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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Ah, and so she arrived. She didn't take as long as she expected, but he didn't mind either way. He wasn't on a time schedule right now-- the victims that he was stalking could wait, too. Not like their lives would last for too long anyway.
"Hello, Faintpaw." Or Faintkit, who knows. He didn't. All he knew was her face and name, thanks to the ceremony (that was actually pending and waiting for a high position, but still). "Are you ready?" That was his answer to her following statement. The caracal then straightened his back and scratched at the soil beneath him, burying the bones quickly. "And I've got a question for you-- would you prefer starting on hunting or battle training first?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Ah, so the young fae found herself acquiring yet another power. Who knows, maybe elemental powers was next-- maybe she would be the one to get every single power known to all of them. The possibilities were endless.
"Hello." Coldsweats meowed as he approached Faintkit and Morningcloud, tipping his head as a second silent greeting. He saw the shapeshifting but didn't comment on it, he only watched. He had the power too, and he had to admit that it was quite handy.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Feeling Nosferatu's presence, he was about to spark up some conversation with the taller man.. perhaps about the execution that was taking place in his bull body, but he was cut off by the panther's words. He seemed unfazed at first, only because he thought that he wasn't being spoken to-- however, when the wildcat turned his face to meet the eyes of Ballpoint. He could see the thirsty look in his eyes, it was all too familiar.
"Alright." Coldsweats meowed calmly, studying the ebony creature's face for no more than a few seconds. There was no use in picking truth, so I suppose he'd have to choose the almighty-- "Dare."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Watching with perplexed green eyes, he stared at the odd looking lion-- well, not quite odd, but he looked like some sort of trophy. A part of Coldsweats hoped he was a killer or rapist just so that he could drain his blood from his body, but the child looked innocent.
"Hello." The caracal meowed, faking a normal smile as he approached, "My name is Coldsweats, welcome." And then that was all.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]/rushed
"Welcome." Coldsweats meowed, eyeing the bird. There weren't many avian characters running around, diversity was always interesting.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]A small smile enchanted his lips as he stared the child dead in the eye, and not once did his gaze break away. Did he think that he could control him like that? Is guess he had to think backwards in order to trick him-- so his usual answer would be "no", which leads to a "yes"-- which is what he wants.
"Sorry, I'm not suicidal." Not anymore, anyway. The caracal's eyes slowly blinked as he continued to stare, not once blinking or looking away. "You trying to look tough for the crowd?" His voice almost sounded like a coo. "Poor, misunderstood child." The wildcat's shoulder then bobbed up and down in a gentle shrug, like the ocean's waves. "Try it on someone else." That way, if he poisoned someone, he could kill him for murder.
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star u fucked uP ITS YOUNG AND SWEET!!! SEVENTEEN
track for now
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]B^) coooold
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]maybe loki can develop a crush on cold? :^3 cold is gonna be paired up with nosferstu down the line though
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Well, he guessed that this would go nowhere if he never said anything-- and although apparently heterosexual couples were considered "normal" in modern day society, Coldsweats found himself straying out of mediocrity and towards what would leave his code. This was minor however, and he knew relationships wouldn't last forever-- and there was no way that his ex-fiance was anywhere, so what the hell.
"Hey." The caracal meowed as he pressed his shoulder to Nosferatu's den's exterior, glancing around with a blank face. Did he have feelings for the Ambassador? Technically, I suppose you could say no, since he seemed to be lacking feelings-- or most, really. It was self proclaimed. But he had some sort of fondness for Nosferatu, and that was good enough. "Do you want to date?" He was so calm and subtle about it. He wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, this was no one else's business anyway.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]I suppose having a boyfriend had it's benefits-- you could be close to him, kiss him, love him. Loving was probably going to be the hardest part of them all, but on the bright side it wasn't hard to fake it all, right? He wouldn't let himself get too close, too attached-- but that's what he said now.
In silence, Coldsweats approached, furrowing his brows up in worry. "Should I get a healer?" The larger caracal blinked a couple times in false worry, since he didn't know how to treat illnesses. He didn't really know how to treat anything, really.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]"Yeah. Tell 'em the plot." Coldsweats meowed with a light grin as he approached, chiming in at the last moment. No shame in butting in, right?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Blinking in silence as he approached beside Nosferatu, the caracal fixated his emerald gaze upon the bear. Bears were becoming abundant apparently, so I guess that would make Wildlife a little less lonely. Cool beans.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Blood. Wherever the smell lingered was where Coldsweats crept. Blood was his passion, his life, but I suppose that just did not pass by society's standards of "normal".
"I'm open for helping too." He meowed in an empty tone as it looked like he was beginning to zone out, his attention fixated on the fae's wound in intense interest. The wildcat was lost in deep thought, really. He didn't have to move if Wildlife was already being ordered by Titaniumbullet.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width:450px][justify][font=georgia][color=black]"Normal" people baffled him, really. Emotions in generals baffled him. Everything baffled him. Why get upset over something so small? Whatever, who cares.
"It happens." Coldsweats meowed as he approached, fixating his green attention on the tom. A small and fake smile played upon his lips as well.
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track, too museless to reply
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WAIT
ok so cold hides who he truly is/feels
so maybe she can get on his case after finding out some info or w/e and she'll be like "do you have a drug addiction"
and he'll be like "ya" and then from there noe can try to get him to "quit" his fake addiction but cold will just go with it bc he doesnt want her to find out about his kills?
totally not dexter inspired
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia]AHAHAHA YES oh my fucking god i hated her so much she madE ME SO ANGRY
want me to make a thread?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia]Blinking his curious eyes, Coldsweats came to a stop beside Leo. Daggers and weapons were never anything that the caracal took interest in, really, so he did not bother to quite comment on it. He seemed to be drifting off elsewhere in his mind, despite how attentive the healer assistant might have looked.
