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calvaro. wrote:

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[size=8]ah a child of the light

tracking c:

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Oh, there it was. Melantha's darker side, the side that really awoke the macabre monster inside of him. The fuel to his addiction. Although the darling was just experimenting with her more flirtatious finesse, it left him wanting to extinguish the spark that her words might have placed within him. Normally, he would have let it slide, as Melantha was his dearest, his love. Though if you surpress a fire for so, so long, the more fuel it has, and it burns brighter, hotter, and more dangerous than it would have if he had just let it burn.

And that was what Russiansoldier Mortis was afraid of.

Nevertheless, the timberwolf maintained a relaxed facade, atoning a rather amorous grin. "Oh, I know, darling." He answered. Upon her request, he obliged, following her across the desert sand. They were so vulnerable, underneath this darkening sky. That was bound to change soon.

It felt like a short walk, when realistically they probably had walked a quarter or two of a mile. His nervousness increased with every step. Relax, he coaxed himself, but Russiansoldier would not be persuaded. He was still on edge as he joined her in the clearing encircled with trees.

"As you wish," he would answer at last to her request, getting quick to work but with the slightest of shaky paws. Russ's back was turned to her, and he did it purposely; he had no intention of letting her see how ridiculously reticent he was about what was implied to happen. He dropped the flint once or twice but quickly redeemed himself: at last, he had a fire going. "Huzzah."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Hm." Russiansoldier said in acknowledgement. Why the gifts? What the Hell did they do? Of course Russiansoldier wasn't treating this kind gesture as a punishment to them, but the male honestly wondered what was going on. Maybe he needed to be around more to know.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Oh, yes. This was the thing that Russiansoldier liked to see. The male stood near, a dark grin on his face. For now, he would just observe.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]What a shame, Russiansoldier thought, standing near Kosher. There wasn't really much he could have done, though-- it was out of both his and everyone elses control. He looked upon the body in silence.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Good to know," said Russiansoldier, despite the fact that he didn't know this person at all anyways. Oh well. It was useful for the future.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Toodles," said Russiansoldier. And that was it, that was all he had to say. It wasn't like he knew this chick, but it would be nice if Bloodclanners, you know, stuck around.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Whoa. This chick was having some issues. "Need somethhing? Water? A doctor? Cigarette?" Russiansoldier offered as he approached. Marina was the most likely to be able to tough something like this out, but from what it sounded like, it wasn't going away soon. Hm. "You might want to sit down, dearest friend."

( template on fleek ady )

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier saw the 'clan' part of Bloodclan, but not the 'blood'.

There simply wasn't enough for him. As a child, the male grew up in a place where there were no social rankings among them. The equations for success were as follows: the more gruesome you were, the more people liked you. He hoped that this ideaology would eventually be revived, but the first tier felt like he had a lot of work to do if that was to happen. He decided it was best to start by leading by example.

His work was quick. Fresh blood stained his muzzle and paws, as well as seeped into the sand beneath him. Russ was currently kicking around a head, a severed head, the expression on it frozen with terror. It was beginning to coat with sand as he knocked it as he walked. He hoped that others would join him so they could kick it around, but Russ honestly wondered how many would show up and not be completely appalled. He would see.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier lifted his gaze from the little game at the sound of laughter. "I have a lot of free time," he answered with a dark grin, kicking the severed head in her direction.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]The maniacle smirk was still upon his lips as more and more individuals came join. Ah, this really was not something that one saw every day, even in Bloodclan. The male somewhat hoped to change that; he wanted to give these people a bit of a show every once in a while. "Damn-" he uttered as Ruby darted in front of him, a smooth, dark laugh rolling from deep within him. "Kick it to whomever you choose," he suggested calmly, gesturing to the many individuals gathered.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Welcome, dearest friend." Russiansoldier would utter as he made his way forward towards the small crowd, eyeing the female with casual interest. "Malkyn, hmm? I'm Russiansoldier."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Greeeetings." Russiansoldier muttered, padding forward with a mild taste of interest in his tone as he eyed the newer addition to the clan. "Russiansoldier, pleasure to meet ya. How're you, pal?"

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier huffed, amused. Oh, this was going to be interesting. The male had seen Trojan around many, many times-- however, he had yet to see him at his peak. It would certainly be interesting to see what... tricks he had up his sleeves when it came to torture. The male would observe in silence.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Welcome, welcome." Russiansoldier said, throwing his own greeting into the pile of those from the other Bloodclanners. It really was nice to have some new members coming into the clan- as long as they stayed, of course.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]It really was nothing personal. It never was, at least not with Russiansoldier. He just had... issues. He himself knew the darkness, the ambition, and the evils among men due to his own doings; he himself had commited some of the worst acts among them, and first-handedly broke down the trust of so many individuals. Russ was a bad, bad man, and that would always resonate within the parallels of his dark mind regardless of how many people told him otherwise. So perhaps that was why he had trouble being trusting of his girlfriend- he, himself, was not trustworthy.

And he certainly did not trust himself, either.

He hurt a lot of people, hadn't he? Both emotionally and physically. He murdered, he lied, he cheated, he quit. Hit the high road when things weren't going his way. He had left so many people that depended on him: partners, friends, co-workers, his family, his own children.

There were days that Russiansoldier was able to walk through Bloodclan territory and feel incredible, because after having relations with the right people, a certain amount of power was given to him. It was a game, a strategy, everything he did was controlled and had a manipulative motive behind it.

There were days that Russiansoldier was able to walk through Bloodclan territory and feel incredible. Now, there are days that looking at it just makes him sick.

The timberwolf offered her a small, reserved smile, almost reflective of the current storm of self-hatred that had been and was currently brewing inside him, but not completely. It was moments like this that really scared him, the fact that he had to put on a face in front of his girlfriend, too. Russiansoldier, still, had to remain controlled. Composed. Calculative.

Because that was the only Russiansoldier he knew. The fake one.

"Oh, thank you, dearest." He would murmur as he sat down beside her, draping his tail on the ground around her but not touching her. Russiansoldier followed her gaze to the sky above. "It sure is."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]track!

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]no problem, I've been super busy :^)