Posts by Christian Parker V.

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Christian shook his head, ears still flattened to his skull. "No touch, and I won't touch. Never touch. Touch is bad." He had given up speaking in full sentences, really. Especially in moments of panic like this. Speaking took too much time, time that he couldn't afford to waste if he wanted to survive. So no time would be wasted here. "No touch, and I don't bite."

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Christian stumbled over, his own posture at a slant due to his untreated broken ribs. As he spotted Arsen injured and limping into camp, he merely narrowed his eyes. Had he been tortured too? Then why didn't he look scarred, and why didn't he pass out? Was his injury something less severe and due to stupidity? Possibly. If that were the case, the dog would hold no respect for him whatsoever. And he had no idea what those herbs were, so how could he fetch them for the injured Clan mate? "You need medic. Medic help."

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That was a lot of information to take in, especially for such a young dog with a small capability to take in any information at all. He hadn't known much about the old Insignia, being a new joiner, and this would be even harder to adjust to. But Christian didn't even mind this as much as he did the allies change, or more neutral change. He agreed with the enemies made out of RiverClan, as he pretty much hated them and his family there, but the BloodClan change? Nope. They had tortured him, destroyed his innocence. And he bristled when he heard that. Did he note the info? Maybe. Did he agree? No. "Note. Not agree."

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"Pudding involve touch?" Christian narrowed his eyes, watching Grim warily. If pudding involved him being touched, then he woud probably kill her and run away. He hated being touched.

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ic://aw, that's too bad! i hope it was nothing super serious. it was fun rping with you if only for two or so posts! x)

Christian sauntered over, casting his eyes on her fallen body. He didn't feel anything. Death didn't jar him anymore, because it was a natural cause and whatever. Also, he cared nothing for her or who she was. She tried to touch him, and he'd bit her. Maybe she'd tried to touch someone else like him. Meh, she had it coming for her. One of these days she was bound to be murdered. He shrugged, walking off at his awkward angle.

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Wow. That was weird. As far as Christian knew, this childish-featured member was crying. Then she stopped and smiled. And now she was. . . dancing? She was mentally all right, right? Arching an eyebrow, the Border Collie pup watched for a moment, utterly confused and dumbfounded as to why she'd be doing that. But to each their own, he supposed. With a shrug, he kept his mouth shut.

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ic:Christian was intense, even for a puppy of his age and physique. He was the kind of character who refused to abide in a lifestyle of weakness, the kind of persona who wouldn't give up on a task that involved laborious deeds. And he was the kind of dog who would seek revenge for something until he attained it, even if his life was cost after the deed was done. And so there he was, training, forcing himself to be better and stronger and faster so that one day he could return to BloodClan and rip out the heart of the one who'd tortured him, neutral or not. Because the idiot that had done the damage to him deserved it, and would be receiving no mercy from the Border Collie.

Curling his lip, Christian stalked around the territory, his eyes flickering for a formidable opponent to face off with. He had been hunting for something or someone to practice on for forever, and would finally be diving after one this very day. After all, what better way of training than to use live bait? His head was lowered to shoulder height, paws creating little echoes in the emptiness of where he was. And that was when he saw it. It was a fox, with red fur distinguishable from the natural darkess of the night. It was sniffing around for food or something of the sorts, and it appeared that it was bent over an NPC body with Insignian scent on it. It was somewhat quiet as it pawed at the body, but when it scented Christian lifted its head, ears shoved forwards and lips peeled back. It growled low in its throat and began to approach the pup, who it assumed would be easy pickings. Stupid fox.

Once it was in close enough range of the Border Collie, Christian opened his mouth and snarled, lunging for the animal. While it was swift enough to dodge around the puppy's somewhat less agile movements, the ex-RiverClanner wasn't fazed. He landed several feet away, spinning on his toes and leaping again. At that attempt his teeth made contact with the skin of the fox's lower neck, and he bit down hard the same way he had when Delaney had tried to touch him. The fox yelped in pain, snapping sharp teeth at Christian to try and pry him away. And though he felt the sharp teeth piercing through his thin layers of skin and fur, the pup didn't cease his attack. He merely dug his pointed canines in deeper to the fox so that it began to bleed excessively. The fox whined more, snapping repeatedly in sharp nips at Christian, who continued to try and ignore the pain forming in the various spots where his skin was torn. He instead kept a firm grip on the neck of the beast, using a paw to scratch at its face and distract it from defending itself.

With his steel grip around the fox's neck, Christian snarled and began to pull. He tugged at the fox, ripping through more skin and tightening his hold. But he was dragging the fox backwards, towards the walls of the enclosure where The Insignia made its habitat. Whining all the while, there wasn't much the fox could do at this awkward angle but dig its heels into the ground and try to free itself. Christian, however, kept shaking his head to loose the fox from the earth each time it tried to parry, and his small muscles were flexed as they worked at helping him to drag the slightly larger animal away. When he was in close enough range to the nearest wall, Christian flung his head up, releasing the fox so that it slammed into the building. His eyes narrowed, the growing dog approached the stunned fox, leaping for him once more and snapping his jaws around its upper neck to finish the job.

He left its corpse, hardly bleeding but still broken, near the wall. "I kill fox. Vengeance to fallen Clan member made."

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ic:Christian wasn't much of a guy for introductions. Or talking, for that matter. He didn't even use full sentences when speaking, just little fragments of them. It wasn't like he didn't know how to properly talk, more of he chose not to. It saved time to speak in small snippets of sentences, and time was valuable, after all. So the Border Collie watched from a little distance, his eyes locked on Helixkit as she spoke. He simply nodded once, as that was all he felt he needed to do.

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ic:Christian shied back, curling his lip and shoving his ears fowards. She was close to him . . . way too close. If she was planning on touching him, he would have no problem with ripping her head off of her shoulders. He shrank backwards, taking a step or two back so as to make the distance between them larger. He was, in a nice way of putting it, not very kind. "What Grim want?" Yes, he knew her name. He also knew that he didn't want to associate with her.

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ic:Someone was injured, and it was apparently a tiger cub. She was calling for help, collapsing on herself and that kind of nonsense. Pathetic in Christian's mind. When he was half a moon younger, he'd come back from a torture session in BloodClan and stayed standing. He was a dog. She was a tiger. Couldn't she be stronger than that? Sheesh, was The Insignia made up of weaklings? He narrowed his eyes, watching her from a distance. Pathetic.

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ic:Christian narrowed his eyes, growling as he stalked towards the commotion. The growling and yelping and such had made him rise from his spot of contemplation, and now the puppy was pissed. No, no, he wouldn't dare refer to himself as a child. He was a dog. He was a murderer and a hater of RiverClan and there was no way he would call himself a freaking child. Assessing the situation, the solitary male flattened his ears against his skull and glared at Persephone. Didn't they see-any of them-that Porphyria wanted to be alone? Jeez. "Go. Leave. They want alone!" He still didn't speak in full sentences, and probably never would. But that got his point across well enough. To emphasize it, he bared his teeth at the hawk, preparing to leap if needed.

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ic:"Don't need partner. No help. Fight alone." Christian curled his lip, the hair on the back of his neck rising. It was a fact that the young dog very much disliked being social or being touched by anyone, as the only ones he'd ever loved in his life obviously didn't care for him. So why would these strangers? He'd pretty much given up on ever finding a friend, so why should he bother with a group? He'd taught himself to fight well enough by himself. "I just watch. Learn moves."

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Ah! I hope I didn't offend you. c: Those aren't my thoughts, those are just Christian's. He's super hardened and refuses to get help for anything, so he thinks he such a tough guy. But I don't think that! I have three characters who I let get mauled, and they collapse like normal people would. Christian . . . isn't normal. He's a weirdo. And he'll probably die sometime because he hates medical help. So those weren't my thoughts, just IC.

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ic:Hm, perhaps he could do this game if he had Grim with him. She was, after all, his only friend and the only one that he accepted to be social with. But he wouldn't get too attached. She could abandon him, just as Tino and his brother had done. Traitors. He turned to her, nodding. "Grim. No one else."

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ic:Christian didn't lower his guard, but he raised his ears just a little bit. Mysterious? She thought that him being tortured as a puppy and forced out of his sweet temperament was mysterious? Ignorant little. "Why mysterious?" He was curious to know, however, why the red panda thought of him as mysterious. It was weird.

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ic:Christian huffed, flattening his ears again. Pudding? What even was this 'pudding' thing? If it didn't help him murder BloodClan, he certainly wouldn't see any need for it. "What pudding? Why Grim obsessed to pudding?"

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ic:This was a problem. Usually Christian would be eager to harm someone else, but this was Grim. Sweet little kind little gas mask-wearing Grim, who had actually been kind to him after seeing him bite someone and shun someone and murder someone. He didn't want to hurt her. Was that weird, for someone with a soul like his to not want to hurt someone? Yes. Yes, it was. But he didn't really care. He would have to, for the sake of training. So, watching her as she paced around him, the dog waited until she was directly behind him. He would then make an attack as unexpected as possible. He leaped into the air, twisting as he did so, aiming to land on her with the side of his body.

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ic:Christian hated RiverClan. That was a plain, true fact. They hadn't come to his rescue when he'd needed them most. He'd waited, and waited, and waited. And who came to help him? Not a single one. None of them. Not even Tino. So the dog was back to leave a gift, courtesy of The Insignia, where he'd made his home in. He had hung decaitated heads of cts who looked similar to Tino from trees, and stabbed thorns into their heads with flowers on them. Blood was dripping off of the stabbed points and their necks, but the bodies were dumped in the poisoned river, so they were disposed of. There was also a note.
Dear RiverClan,
It's me! Oh, wait, none of you know who I am. How would you, anyways? I spent most of my time "here" as a captive in BloodClan. Did a single one of you even miss me while I was gone? Hm. I doubt it. Not even you, Mother Dear. I always loved you, you know. You and Quiltpup. But did you come to my rescue? I don't think so. A real mother would have stormed their camp demanding to have me back. A real mother would have died to get to me, to free me. A real mother would have taken her baby son's place. And don't give me your puny excuses of not knowing where I was. My scent and BloodClan's scent smothered the border where I'd been taken from. You could have come for me. You all could have. But did you? No. So now I hate you. ALL of you. Especially you, "Mother." Can I even call you that? While I was captured by the enemy and tortured, you were here crying over the loss of your husband. Oh, boo hoo. You're alive, aren't you? GET OVER HIM.
Because of Tino, I've left you all a little gift. Notice how it looks like you, Tino? Yeah. I hope you enjoy that."
"Love,"
Christian P. Vainamoinen

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ic:As Grim clung to his back, Christian grinned. Leaping into the air, he twisted again and aimed to slam her into the ground, leaving her pinned uner his weight. This was more interesting than he thought it would be. And hey, his solitary training was paying off.

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ic:Christian didn't smile, didn't wag his tail at Grim's form of a compliment. After all, he was Christian. He virtually never got happy about anything, so why would he with a compliment? Even if it was from Grim. But calling him a ninja was almost accurate. He'd beaten himself up a million times training, so it was nice to see that it was paying off. As she darted under him, he turned himself so that his jaws were facing the ground. If he landed, he would be able to grip her neck and pull her with him to the ground. Sure it would hurt, and sure it would inflict him damage too, but he'd learned to not show pain as much as he should at an age of four months.

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