Posts by Cain Macabre

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  • a normal morning [open] of a normal day

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    Unlike most, Cain was a morning person. So, when the sunlight began to philter through the windows of his den, he woke up immediately and cheerfully. It took only moments for him to stretch and trot outside, blinking as his eyes grew accustomed to the light of day. His tongue already lolled out of his mouth in a wolf-like grin as he loped down the street, heading towards the main camp. He had kept his den a bit further away, to give him a bit more privacy and quite - while ColouredClan was small, he was oftentimes surrounded by people... so his home became his break time, where he could rest in solitude and serenity.
    The direwolf slipped under the two crashed human buildings, nodding greetings to the few members up and about already. Another reason he loved the morning so much; he could rest near the fountain in relative solitude, paws resting on the soft grass and moss. That was where he sat now, just watching as ColouredClan gradually awakened.


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  • just doin / open / what comes naturally

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    "Hello, little one," the direwolf woofed softly as he noticed the nurse. It seemed as if she were looking for something; perhaps prey? If so, she was doing it all wrong. Wolves had a different way than cats when it came to hunting, but he had watched enough cats to know how it was done... plus, she was relying on her sight. Both wolves and cats relied on scent to hunt.
    Cain sat down near the kit, looking down on her. He was already big for his age; he was well over the height of a normal wolf, and he was nearing 175 pounds. In other words, he was huge. "You having trouble?" Yet, despite his size, he was as gentle as could be - it was something obvious too, in the soft and sweet tone he used with the kit.


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  • ONE HUNDRED SLEEPLESS NIGHTS -- M&G

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    Oh wow. What was this? One of the maybe hundred marijuana addicts in the entire world? After all - it was near impossible to get addicted to that drug, at least physically. Psychologically one could become addicted, but again - it was like one in every hundred thousand smokers, or even more.
    Regardless, Cain approached curously, sniffing. It didn't smell bad, but then again it was only bad marijuana that smelled like shit. Good marijuana smelled... well. Green. And this is what this smelled like. What really shocked Cain the most was that this was a bodyguard - he was a bodyguard apprentice and had been since he was old enough; when did this canine creature become a bodyguard? Eh, no matter.
    The direwolf sat down with a tail wag, dipping his head. "You know, that seems counter-productive," he commented with a smile. His voice was still warm despite the comment; no matter what, this bodyguard - Siren - was his clanmate, and he wasn't going to judge him harshly or condemn him. Especially with no evidence that this is what the bodyguard did instead of his duty.


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  • the moon is all i see | meeting

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    Cain pricked his ears forward. A name change? Interesting. It certainly fit the leader; she just seemed... dove-like. Cain shook his head. That sounded pitiful to even him. Instead of saying such reason, he instead murmured. "It will take some time to get used to, my Queen, but it is a wondrous name that suits you." Not only that, but her name was god-blessed; both Estrella and Sol and the rest of the pantheon had given approval. That alone made Cain's eyes shine with admiration and respect for the feline leader.
    When she moved on to other matters, he did too, pushing his admiration aside for the time being. This was a time to put forth his idea. "Maybe... maybe we can also give gifts to groups neutral, like the Nox?" The Nox was a specific example; he knew the Nox was a primarily canine group, one with power and a pack hierarchy. While he wouldn't abandon ColouredClan, he longed for the pack hierarchy, something he'd never get here in ColouredClan. Thus, what better reason to mold into that than to have the Nox as an ally? "I also heard that they are being heavy-hit by humans. Maybe we could assist them too? I'd volunteer to go."


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  • the moon is all i see | meeting

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    Cain's posture sagged a bit in disappointment. Even though he understood, that didn't stop the disappointment. She did leave it up to suggestion later, it seemed, and Cain would gladly bring it up then. "Yes ma'am," he said slowly, his head bowing under her authority. He stood, his head pointed towards her, yet his eyes staring over his shoulder. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her; it was a wolf instinct - do not look the alpha in the eyes, unless you wish to challenge. Of course, wolf instinct would have him grovel before the leader first. He'd do that, too, except he knew she - and the rest of the Clan - would not understand. "Will any accompany me, or do I have your leave to go, my Queen?"


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  • the moon is all i see | meeting

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    Cain nodded, moving to head out. He didn't mind going alone; it might even be for the better - he would make much better time alone, certainly. So he planned on going alone, until Ebo- Dovestar said otherwise. Another feline had stepped up, a bodyguard, and Dovestar had her go with him. Alright, he could work with that. He froze, turning and watching as the bodyguard caught up to him. Was he in charge, or her? She was technically his superior, yet the way Dovestar phrased it made it seem as if he was in charge. Regardless, he smiled back. "We could go now, if you'd like," he murmured to feline, testing to see how she would respond; if she was in charge, or him.


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  • a bright new day [open, coloured clan brings gifts!]

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    Trudging up a volcano was hard. Trudging up a volcano with packs tied on your back was even harder. Unfortunately, that was precisely was Cain was doing. However, he'd do it anyways, no matter how much he may complain internally. Those complaints would never leave the yearling's head, and those complaints would never reach the ears of his queen. No, Dovestar would have nothing but loyalty and compliance from him, no matter what the orders are. Why? Because it was his instinct - and it demanded that he obey his alpha, his queen, regardless.
    That was why he was here, after all. Well. Him and a feline, that was trudging a bit behind him. He was at least ten times the feline's weight, and several times larger - even his weighed down step was much longer than her unweighted step. Finally, though, they reached the border. Cain stopped, paws shifting so he was slightly crouched, but balanced at the edge of ToBE's territory. His jawwos parted, and he howled; briefly, shortly - it told of the reason they were there and whom they were. That is, if there was a canine nearby. If heard by a non-canine, it would just be sound.


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  • the moon's my teacher > o, dog attack, badge event!< and i'm her student

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    Not only was Cain a morning person, but he was one that if woken up suddenly, he was wide awake. And definitely ready for action. That was why in the seconds after the call, Cain was loping down the street. The good news was, the dogs weren't in the main camp - so that meant there wasn't a break in the wall. However, they could stumble upon a number of the Clan playing in the early evening - such as the kits he spotted then.
    The direwolf howled, jumping forward with a snarl. He was too slow, though, and he watched with growing anger as the kits were torn into. Who did these creatures think they were? Blue eyes glowed with the heat of rage as three of them turned towards him, all of them ones that assisted in the brutalization of the kittens. Cain slowed, wary, blue eyes focused. They tried to surround him, but he backed up - leading them further and further until he was in a slim allyway. To normal folks, this would be a death sentence. To the 175 pound dire wolf against three dogs that combined didn't even reach his size? Easy. Especially when only two of them could go at him at a time, and even then they were in each other's way.
    Cain had the advantage. He lunged, biting at the dog; by some miracle, he felt his teeth enclose on a throat and he clenched his jaws and ripped. It hurt, and that dog did not taste good, but that dog was also dead. That's what mattered. A few bloody minutes later, Cain was victorious - wounded, but victorious and heading back into the fray near where the rest of his clan was.


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  • just doin / open / what comes naturally

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    Cain nodded to Keelin and smiled to the other kit before turning his attention back to Poppykit. "I'd help you with that if I could," he informed her. "But you could ask Keelin. Your friend here is a bit too young, and I'm a bit too wolf - but Keelin over there's perfect to ask." Yeah, a little dorky, but... that was him. If they thought him weird, he would just keep on doing it anyways.


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  • OPEN Q+A anything // I need your love

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    Cain approached curiously, tail wagging. "You can share whatever you wish to share," he informed the adviser. He was curious about her past, but if she had no desire in sharing it... he wouldn't push it. In fact, he wouldn't even mention it.


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  • I could never do it like a pretty city boy. {Open, joining}

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    Cain was sitting by the fountain, as was his norm when there was nothing else to be done. This time, it paid off in more than just gossip - though that was useful at times. The dire wolf's ears pricked to the sound and smell of a newcomer, and he rose to trot towards to the gathering group. He dipped his head to Dovestar, gaze skirting over the black feline to look at the newcomer. Another cat, fullgrown by the looks of it. "Welcome to ColouredClan," the wolf greeted with a smile and a tail wag. "My name is Cain Macabre; I am a bodyguard trainee." While he had no idea who this person was, Kea, his roleplayer, delighted in seeing a Diamondgixx baby so far from home. Because Diamonddust was amazing and Kea so shipped incest with her. Anyways.


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  • a normal morning [open] of a normal day

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    The trainee's expression brightened a bit as Keelin appeared, and he nodded to the feline. "I am doing well, Keelin. Thank you for the inquiry. You?" He hadn't been surprised by her approach, mostly because of his nose. As silent as she was, she couldn't very well mask that scent of hers that warned him of her approach. Well. She could but she wouldn't. Cain wagged his tail lightly, just a bit randomly to try to show that he was listening, even though he spaced out for a moment. He turned his head again as Eternal approached. "Hello!" he called out, a smile still on his face. That faded into puzzlement as she did that 'civilization' thing. Cain didn't think many things were idiotic, but that ranked right up there in the top three.


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  • OPEN Q+A anything // I need your love

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    Cain snorted at Keelin's question, and at Eternal's answer. He figured it was all in fun, joking; after all, no one would be that shallow. Although it was pushing it a bit to include yourself in the 'most attractive'. Regardless, she then gave him information that was far more valuable. "Born in BloodClan? I was as well - my mother is Celyn Macabre." As for how he got here... he wasn't entirely sure Kea hasn't thought it out. He came with his sister, though. As for DarkClan, that was also pretty interesting - as was the hydra bit. "A hydra is basically a water-dragon with three heads, right?"


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  • YOU ARE A GLASS ( hangover ; open ) HALF EMPTY

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    There seemed to be an abundance of people who liked to overrule on things, or so Cain thought as he walked up. He flicked the ball of moss - soaked in water - at the female and sat. He glanced around, mouth tightening at the donkey. He was a bright person but... how many people have to indulge in ColouredClan? It wasn't that hard to stay away from drugs and alcohol. The entire situation just made Cain depressed.


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