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  • ( another rue, who could it be? joining/visiting! )

    [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]Interesting.


    The male came closer, mildly interested- this certainly was something he hadn't seen before. Marina was unfazed, however, so he remained the same; uncaring. The Loyalist simply observed and listened, for the quieter one becomes, the more they can hear.

  • you didn't see that coming + open, death

    [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]What a shame.


    Russiansoldier really didn't feel anything, though. No sadness, no concern. He never knew the kid, really, but he had seen him around before. Still, it was a shame. But people came and went, he supposed.

  • DEAD BATTERY ( private )

    [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]track for later !!

  • BLOODCLANNERS ONLY, SPY ANNOUNCEMENT ✯ SHOW ME HOW TO BE WHOLE AGAIN

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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]A spy, hm? Interesting. Russiansoldier was cetainly interested. Playing such games, those were when he was at his strongest. He planned on meeting Lucy and others in the HP den.

  • DEAD BATTERY ( private )

    [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]Well, that night had gone better than expected.


    Or had it?


    Russiansoldier wasn't very sure if he was... okay. Okay with how quickly things had gone back to normal. He felt like a complete dick because of it, too, but in Melantha's defense, he didn't vocalize the fact that he wanted to take it slow. These violent delights have violent ends. He wished to love moderately, and love long. It didn't sound too much like him, did it?


    It was just because he loved her, and he didn't want them to be once again torn apart.


    Realistically, though, the Loyalist did not know what he wanted. He desired to change himself, though; it was getting to a point where he couldn't look himself in the mirror anymore. He wanted something different. He wasn't sure what.


    Be careful what you wish for.


    He stirred, stretching his limbs and letting out a breath. His eyes, beautiful in their color, opened, and he observed the scene around him before sitting up. An ear would swivel towards Melantha's direction, hearing some noise. "Good morning, darling." He said, even though her back was to him.

  • open >> my friends don't walk, they run

    [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]"Go for a run. Kill someone. Maybe such exercise would help." Russ advised, strolling up besides the two females.

  • BABY I'M PREYING ON YOU TONIGHT,, 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]Smooth, rolling laughter fell from the dark lips of Russiansoldier, twisted delight in his gaze at the sight. This did not seem like Techno's doing, he had to be honest; the other wolf seemed rather... tame. Alas, that is what made it more exciting to see. "Absolutely stunning work, Techno." He complimented darkly, stepping over a corpse as he approached.

  • I'M A BIRD, AND I'M WALKING AWAY, YOU'LL NEVAH CATCH ME// Open// New Body

    [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]Oh, well this certainly was interesting. Rusisansoldier stared at the crow, unsure what to say or think, but instead he simply absorbed the conversation happening around him.

  • ring em and bring em | 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]"Nah, smells bad. No thanks." Russiansoldier stated. There was probably nothing wrong with it to other users, however as the canine he was, he had superb sense of smell. And, in his opinion, it smelled weird.

  • JACQUELINE― private

    [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]( sorry for lateness!! )


    His gaze lifted over the limbs of the female, traveling to her chest and, lastly, face in a matter of moments. A smile, dark and mysterious in demeanor, then grew on his face. "Ah, Miss Diamond Macabre." He greeted, straightening. "That is my name, yes. Nice to see you."

  • DEAD BATTERY ( private )

    [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](SCREAMING BECAUSE I FOUND HIS OLD JOURNAL? IT'S FROM TWO YEARS AGO JEEZ http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…9.msg58014258#msg58014258 )


    That was where she and Russiansoldier differed greatly, for he, in fact, did not have much of a moral code at all. He had probably slept with every past high position at some point, Bloodclanner, ally, or enemy. He had broken hearts, ruined relationships. Killed people he didn't want others finding out the things he did with. Russ was a whore, a sinner, a murderer, a liar, a cheat. Frankly, he didn't deserve to have gotten to vice-leader, in his mind. What happened, happened, however. As for now, there was nothing up his sleeve anymore. Just some scars from a life that used to trouble him.


    He smiled at Melantha as she approached, brightening his appearance just ever so slightly. He truly was lucky, to have someone who put up like a guy like him. A con-artist, a sleeze, a waste of oxygen like him. The thought kept the smile on his muzzle.


    He yielded to her touch as she pressed her nose to his cheek, tail sweeping against the grainy sand once as he did so. All of his movement stopped, however, and he grew still once she spoke. Russ was quiet for a while, slightly nervous; what? What was there to talk about? Was the sex not good or something? No, that couldn't have been it. You're disgusting. He thought to himself in response to that idea. "About us?" He reiterated, cautious.

  • JACQUELINE― private

    [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]"Not at all," Russiansoldier answereed. "How are you enjoying Bloodclan?" He then inquired, tilting his head with mild interest.

  • Back for greatness || return

    [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]"Dont you leave yet, jackass." Russiansoldier would grin as he approached, nodding in acknowledgement to his former leader. "How're you doing, buddy? Last time I saw you, I'm pretty sure you were six feet below." Russ said calmly. He was happy this guy was back. Maybe he could bring improvements to Booodclan once again.

  • CAN'T BELIEVE THE WAY I LOST YOU, BABY | joining

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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](tracking like hell, will respond as soon as possible)

  • CAN'T BELIEVE THE WAY I LOST YOU, BABY | 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]"Ah, yes." Russiansoldier muttered uninterestedly as the seemingly perpetual chain of 'welcomes' and names were exchanged between the Bloodclan members and the joiner. His eyes were fixated on the ground, a huff escaping his mouth before he lifted them.


    Marlene?


    No. It couldn't have been. Had she died? Had she left? He certainly had. As soon as Serpentine died he was done, not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the leader's leaving. But what about Marelene? He did not know. She was a very troubled girl.


    "Welcome." He began, uncertain. Come to think of it, it was more of a question than a statement.

  • ALL THE DAMN MILK WAS GONE [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]Russiansoldier would glance at Techno, a figurative brow raised, before he continued onwards to stand near his son, Hadrian. "Good to see ya," he said to the new member with a nod. "Hope you'll stick around. Call me Russ."

  • WISE WORDS FROM A SINNER — 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]Soldier was present. It seemed that everyone had given their fair share of welcomes, so Russiansoldier simply offered a nod of acknowledgement towards the new member. It was great to see so many faces, it truly was.

  • MOVE IT LADIES + BOOT CAMP EVENT

    [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]tracking!