[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; WIDTH: 165PX; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]Descendant[/fancypost]descendant harbringer ✥ male ✥ serval ✥ one year ✥ nosferatu x fragilepast ✥ the militia ✥ private ✥ hover for powers ✥ hover for bodies ✥ extreme ✥ attack in bold[hr]
Hues narrowed, the tall serval had walked across the area, huffing as he seemed to be at most out of breath. The Harbinger had not really missed much of his family as he left them, all he really saw was Nosferatu, his father, and not even a trace of the missing Fragilepast who had been his mother. Yawning as he twitched one of his tall rounded ears with annoyance, he padded forth towards the border, paws planted firmly.
Ah, this. This actually seemed familiar, very familiar to him. This whole routine, everything, then again, everyone does this routine when they want to join a clan don't they? If they don't then they must be imbeciles and just barge right in like idiots. But idiots were all over the place so it didn't matter. Descendant regained his reality as he glanced around, hues glanced at the unfamiliar area that had surrounded him, standing before him and so forth. He then glanced at the marks of the border line and took a step forth, paws planted firmly with the stepped as he stopped directly behind the border line and settled down.
Now, he wasn't the one who liked to mess with territorial boundaries as if this was all just a stupid game. No. He was the patient kind of guy who would just sit and seem to wait for hours on end before turning tail and padding off. He got lost in the thought as he wondered how it would feel to just wait a whole day for a patrol to find him, then again that's never really happened before, or at least to what he could see. Shifting slightly, the male sat up.
Before he had got here, he had been a meer wolf because he had discovered that he had yet another power, that power being shapeshifing. The crackling of his bones was enough to make him cringe, then again, it didn't really bother him to the point where he'd scream at the scary noises, no, but instead to just cause him to somewhat cringe. He closed his hues for a brief moment as he remembered his first body, which had been this serval body, and then came the other bodies. Finding them was just as hard as killing them surprisingly. He had to do a number of kills to be able to actually shapeshift into them afterwards.
Descendant snapped out of his daydream in a matter of a second as he waited patiently at the border.
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