Posts by ? phantompup !!

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]phantompup had not been expecting the basement to blow so when it did, he was expectably and rightfully startled. he'd been wrapped up in a corner with a raggedy blanket when he heard (and felt) the apparent explosion, and had immediately wriggled from the shadows to trot to the where people were gathering. it appeared, from the looks of it, that the cause of the ' boom ' was cannibalcorpse -- not that the wolf pup knew his name -- and he looked rather bedraggled, in the boy's opinion. hmm.

silent, holding his tongue, raguel looked to his mother, ears flattened to his skull and a regular expression on his face.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" name and ... business ... ? " came the glum inquiry of the small boy as he approached, peering with wide, round, dark eyes at the african wild dog as he approached. he materialised seemingly from nowhere, emerging from the shadows as usual, his eyes fixated on the female.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]this guy, he ... wasn't very good at ... life, was he? it was okay, though; phantompup wasn't, either. raguel blinked his dark grey eyes, approaching almost silently from the shadows to stand near cannibalcorpse, his eyes on the failed feline. " ... everything alright? " he inquired in his gentle, melancholy tone, head tilting.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]his ears drooped a little, eyes narrowed from the shadows. the ebony wolf pup watched from the gloom as the commotion unfurled around this lord's apparent age alteration. cuteness? to him, wolf pups were ... wolf pups. he was one, yet he slunk around ignored. he imagined thousands of wolf pups did. their cuteness was only present if they were certain people. also, this one was fluffy and white. he was skinny and black. no, he did not speak ' innocence '. his eyes were admittedly huge and round, but slit like this, they conveyed only bitterness. this was not typically adorable, not here.

his skinny limbs were entangled in a ragged black blanket he'd retrieved to keep his thin body warm, but he kicked that blanket away and stood, circling round to the corner nearest to the events. though he said nothing, he glared, hopefully unseen with the expression of envy on his face.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]injure someone? phantompup glanced down at himself and then took a simple step back. fair enough; though the wolf didn't see how something like this could enrage someone to the point of mindless violence on his allies.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" so ... more violence? " quiet, glum, yes they fit into his persona perfectly, but the underlying bitterness paved the way for his internal anger. the idea of putting forwards more raids? he'd probably not be able to attend; he just wasn't built for that, yet, though technically he was ... old ... but all the same, he could ask. if losing the image decreased activity, wouldn't regaining it boost it again? " maybe offer team assignments? like, competitions between, um ... groups in the clan? like houses in a school fourth wall breaking woo. " cloud's schools always had houses. they were cool. " and offer points and awards to winning houses and stuff ... make a friendly competition out of things. olympics, athletic events ... killing and capturing and raiding things, too. "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]spirits? oh ho ho, raguel knew way too much about those. he'd spent a lot of time with azrael, see. he was very close to azrael; in fact, he was considering proposing a ... a merge with the archangel of death to birth a clone of them melded together just to replace himself. phantompup didn't think he'd be all kindly appreciated though, a small, skinny boy, so he was silent, holding his tongue, listening to what they had to say.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]i think i remember incisor! i was around sorta i think -- i might've been in scarclan at the same time but idk lmao i just remember the name
thread maybe?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]uh, thread with her son kinda?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]thread with phantom? they could maybe become friends, but it'd take some time on phantom's behalf nwn
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]phantompup looked to januaryromance as the male approached, and discreetly took a step away from the white fellow pup. blinking, the ebony male turned back to cannibalcorpse as the tomcat flung mud everywhere, glad he'd moved, as the target area seemed to be right where he'd been stood, and where his elder brother was, now. ha. not so cute all dirty and brown, any more. though, he said nothing, keeping his expression neutral and gaze away from the lord.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]he could hardly help himself. " they have. they do. they can't often reach the underwo- afterlife because of their improper burial, unfinished business here. they're trapped here. most aren't strong enough to do much, though. it's the powerful ones that are dangerous. they inflict damage and enjoy possessing mortal bodies for short amounts of time to enact revenge. "
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]no really i'm on fire
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]' stay away from bloodclan for now, ' daddy's instincts told him in a more-sober voice than daddy had possessed. ' go to thunderclan. '
well urbanpaw was tired of listening to daddy! he didn't want to play with the thunderclanners, he wanted to play with the bloodclanners! they sounded fun; oh, yes, they sounded gorgeous. the runtish kitsune's body squirmed just at the thought of them, and it was not a disgusted shudder. he had a feeling it'd work out here, and if it didn't ... thunderclan sounded beautiful.

licking his lips with an orange tongue, he pressed onwards to the border, stopping only when his claws touched bloodclan soil. head tilting, oversized ears flicking forwards, the kitsune awaited attendance, tails twitching. as of that moment, he only had two... but they'd grow in, with time. he knew so because his daddy's had, and he also knew to be patient, as it took years and years, sometimes.

to his right, an amorphous black shape floated and swirled, with white sparks that could perhaps be eyes. a demon of sorts, one that had swallowed urbanpaw's hoshi no tama and was now functioning as his source of power and guide.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]she could've spiced it up, added a twist whilst still getting the gist across, right?

woah.
twist, gist.
that rhymed!

fixing his heterochromatic gaze upon cricket, urbanpaw twitched his ears.
' answer. '
" hello, " he purred lowly in an uncanny mimic of his father, his eyes half lidding and a predatory grin spreading lazily across his handsome-enough maw, a sly shadow setting over his face. " i'm urbanpaw, i'm looking to join. " he had not developed the habit of pet names, luckily; but the attitude was there ... sort of. it lacked the age.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]regarding the rainbow rock, urbanpaw blinked his heterochromic delight. demonblood shifter... the name sounded familiar. daddy's instincts told him something but he didn't know just quite what.

a tour from her, a rock? " i'd love one, " he purred, the tips of his ears twitching back and forth. then turning back to cricket, he tilted his head back and forth to try and follow her circular path around him with his eyes without moving his body.

" pleasure to meet you, cricket. " came his coo of delight, and the trainee grinned, wide.

/ mobile
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]( brb crying omg hes not that young for it to be pedophilia i don't think um
but ok he has the mentality of a seriously perverted adult five year old so lmao )

a high but quiet trill of impure joy left urbanpaw's lips as pixel approached and stood before him, face very close to his and voice soft as she commented on his wondrousness. he was wonderful? he knew, he knew. in the time before his death, the short time during which he'd been with urbanpaw before, as was typical of him, he had left urban and his mother, daddy had called him wonderful, too. and some other things. beautiful, unique, amazing. gorgeous. daddy hadn't often lied to him, so it had to be true.

" much like yourself, " came his breathy whisper, and then the kitsune had turned to face demonblood, tail twitching. " oh, i get to choose? well, then. the mountain. " nothing better than crevices and potential death.
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