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  • A MILLION REASONS TO DARE | o, nightmares

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]"Buddy."


    The voice came from none other than that known as Russiansoldier. He hadn't been watching this stranger while he slept, of course, but as the male passed the resting place he noticed that Techno was a little... distressed. The timberwolf looked down upon him with concern, a brow raised. Nightmares? Possession? Who knew these days. Whatever it was, Russ decided he would deal with it when the guy got up. "You alright there, slick?"

  • IN LOVE WE PLAY THIS STUPID GAME | OPEN, SPAR

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8][font=arial]"Hm. Perhaps I'll just watch, unless you insist on getting a piece of this." Russiansoldier grinned darkly, but of course he was only just joking. He doubted it was in her best interest.

  • ( I AM THE MAN WHO ARRANGES THE BLOCKS `` open )

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Ah, it's always nice to see people doing what they're supposed to do." Russiansoldier stated with a small smirk, taking his place besides Melantha. By that, he meant that the amount of fiendish activities going on in Bloodclan was very, very low-- and the fact that people like Calvaro were combating that shouldn't be a surprise, but whatever. Russiansoldier would watch for now. Maybe he'd learn something, like how loud a person would scream when they conciously get gutted like a fish.

  • Bump and a knock [open - Gifts]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier was present, a sly smile on his maw at the sight of Anticriver. Alrighty then, this kid certainly had some trust issues. "Welcome to Bloodclan." He said cooly to the massive Hawkclanner before them.

  • Live fast, die young (joining)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Welcome, welcome," Russiansoldier would hum, his eyes falling on the new member. It was good to see that more and more people were joining these days, but the hiccup was that not all of them stayed active. Hopefully this one would.

  • open >> your veins are full of gas

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Good ole J.C might be getting a little tired of you callin' him out for no reason," Russiansoldier added with a dark grin as he slid into place besides Melantha, staring this kid down for quite a while. The creepy grin never faded. "Go easy on him, dearest friends. The poor kid... just a reflex." He reiterated Arcticriver's words with a hum. "How long have you been in Bloodclan?"

  • JOINING :: i ain't stopping till the swear jar's full

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Russiansoldier," the timberwolf would state, looking down at the child with some mild interest. Not the creepy kind, of course, but mild curiosity-- where were this kid's parents? Hm. She seemed like a foreigner, too, with that accent. Oh well, if she stayed active, Russ didn't doubt she would be an asset aroun the clan.

  • open, mutations |:| WE COULD BE HEROES

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"You're okay, kid. Don't give yourself a heart attack." Russiansoldier advised calmly to Arcticriver. This individual was very... ah... anxious. Hopefully someone would come along and break that habit of this kid eventually, but Russ decided it may be best to consider to start trying now. "You're okay."

  • HUMBLE HOME - open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Welcome to Bloodclan, Mother's Day," the timberwolf stated as he approached, glad to see the flux in joiners amonst Bloodclan these days.

  • Gotta Jerk It Out[Hp's please, O]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Deuces," Russ said with very little interest, a brow raised as he watched Chelsea begin to turn away from them to go. "Have a lovely trip back, darling." Of course this well wishing was as fake as could be- he quite frankly wanted her to get punched in the face and perhaps work on that attitude problem, and he doubted that the others shared the desire as well.

  • A MILLION REASONS TO DARE | o, nightmares

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]At the growls of this wolf, Techno, Russiansoldier guessed that many probably felt the feelings of fear immediately: their heart would jump to their throat, their muscles would tense, legs begin to twitch with the urge to run. But for some reason, fear was not a valid emotion for Russiansoldier. He stayed calm, even as Techno looked to him ominously, as nonchalant and chill as he had been waking the guy up.


    Why was this?


    It was a mystery, I suppose. Russiansoldier believed he was untouchable.


    "Mm. I suppose that it is up to debate, but having a pulse and breathing could be a start. That always makes the situation more appealing." There was not one hint of sarcasm in his voice. Realistically, Russiansoldier was not someone to bitch or treat someone as if they were inferior to him. He was not that kind of guy. Like a 'soldier' that his name entailed, he remained calm, disceplined, and respectful. Well, until his addiction took over, but that was a completely different story. The male noticed that the question was rhetorical, yes, but if he chose to ignore it he didn't quite know what he was going to say. He grasped the chance at a non-awkward conversation when it appeared to him.


    "Hate to have disturbed your, ah, nap, of course. It was in my best interests. You seemed... distressed, hm?" It was honesty that feuled these words, and they fell from his lips smoothly and calmly. He remained rather unfazed by this whole thing.

  • open >> your veins are full of gas

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]And if you can't do that, we can feed ya to the Dominionites.


    This roused a laugh from Russiansoldier, bone dry and chilling. "So much for not scaring him, slick." He said, grin forming as he rested his gaze once again on Arcticriver. "You aren't getting struck by lighting, kid. You're fine. And if you are, look at the brightside- maybe it'll slow your heart rate back down to a normal level."

  • JACQUELINE― private

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]What a time to be alive.


    It was probably 100 degrees fahrenheit, but the male didn't mind; over the months he had been here, his fur shed, leaving a lighter and less heat trapping coat to adapt to the heart. Regardless of the beating sun and hot sand, the handsome Russiansoldier felt far from sluggish as he walked through the desert heat, humming a dark melody to himself as he did so. He had just recently eaten and felt like going for a stroll, and that was just what he was doing.

  • open, high >> i remember when i lost my mind

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 18pt;] ― russiansoldier[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Are you kidding me," Russiansoldier mumbled, unimpressed. This guy was everywhere, and Russ wasn't sure if that was really a good thing- he was going to get hurt unless he kept calm.

  • meeting | I COULD GIVE YOU PETTY RHYMES OF WORLDS THAT I'VE CONTRIVED

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Noted, noted." Russiansoldier would say, quite impressed by how quickly Domeric shot off information. But as for him... a loyalist, hm? He had to read up on that and figure what it was all about; he new it was a title, of course, but the male decided that if he was now back on the radar he better familiarize himself with the ranks.

  • BABY YOU'RE TOO DIGITAL ☆ CLANWIDE MEET AND GREET

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: 0px;]YOU WISH I WAS YOURS & I HOPE THAT YOU'RE MINE
    [hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Good to see ya, Nikolaj n' Techno," Russiansoldier began calmly. "I'm Russiansoldier. Ex-vice leader, been around for quite a long time until up to a few months ago. I'm somewhat tolerable and don't trash talk, so if any of you need a favor, I'm the guy that does the job."


    [ Hello, hello. Feel free to call me May or Mayberry, or by my real name if you really know me. I try to be a very nice, friendly person so if anyone needs help or pointers, feel free to just ask and I'll help you as best as I can c: ]