Posts by [RICK S]

using clockwork, but not done editing pictures and stuff, so will post later with it
/these are gorgeous

Mm, the scent was easy to find, easy to read. He'd snuck in like an unwelcomed mouse, invisible, scent manipulated, and then, in the coating of night, had finally hoped to find the place for which the female's scent had led to. Given that his Insignian alias was just that, a name to cover up his conniving ass, his Exile affiliates had given him more than ample time to meddle in domestic affairs, though it seemed as though Edward's pretty little daughter was doing much the same. Damn her. SureX Edward was gone, but the least Lat here could do was make him turn in his grave, slice his daughter a few pretty ribbons around her dappled neck, decorate her skull and show Bill the wonderful results- but a part of the tom was much more.. curious. Seracletona had grown significantly since he has seen her, become a nice young woman. It was almost strange to think of someone from his generation still surviving, yet, here she was, alive and presumably well.

But he would supress all sympathy. He'd done it for years now, a thousand times over, and this was no different.

The ex prince was back in his original body, the one looking and smelling of Edge, charcoal fur lit by scars, and remaining golden eye glowing with power as he came back into site. This was the Baratheon part of the Westeros, and the exiled male had no intention of getting his ass ambushed.

"Seracletona Baratheon, huh? You know, I always assumed you'd died or dissapeared just like your petty father," the bombay cat spat with a dastardly smirk, knowing her scent promised her to be around here somewhere, though darkness couldn't hide much with his still keen eyesight. Latterday's voice had chaned much, deepened, scruffed, but it still had the same kind of scheming quality.

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So she really was alive, wasn't she, not jut a doopleganger or some farse? The tattered feline almost took a step forward, but his mind refused to let his forelimb do anything but raise up, hanging in awkward suspension before he snickered, shook his head, and returned it to the pavement. Hadn't it been blatently obvious? Sera here wasn't the only one fit to lead, born with a right to rule. Did she know of Edge's pathetic demise? The one Lancelot brought on? The one that had split her very existence into mindless fragments that went on to lead clans of their own? A soul, divided, and after all these years, she still hadn't given up on her poor screw up of a son. Oh, he had one of those soul shards embedded deep, deep, in his existence at the very moment, and it ached, longing. A piece of Latterday was just longing to go wrap the femme in some kind of awkward hug, saying things like, "I missed you," or,"I wish we could go back." But it wasn't him thinking, no. Hell, half the time Barghest wasn't him thinking, but that was another story. The black cat was repressing those feelings of regret and could only dip his head while his body leaned for in a bow drawn for mockery.

"The fact that you remember my name is flattering, your highness," he purred with a sardonic snicker, drawing his pointed ears back to touch the scarred flesh of his skull. This form wasn't the one he often inhabbitted nor was it any kind of beauty. No, this was the one Edward had and would have killed should his mother have not prevented his own well deserved demise. But the man had grown much since then as well. Many things could happen in two years, but deep down, people never changed. Latterday was no exception, flicking his kinked tail with violent intensity. His claws draw the ground as he moved, finally, taking just a tiny step to the side to better observe Seracletona's full grown body. If she had changed bodies, he couldn't tell. She was still a tortie, and they all looked the same anyways.

"It's such a shame, you know, that your father was such an idiot. I finally found my way to the top, and what about you? You... you look well?" A hit of sincerity had laced into his voice and broken through his steely demeanor. Dammit. A hiss sounded from the back of hs thraot as it was obvious he was struggling to think. Fuck it, he'd just go with things. "I... never thought you'd be a member of the Baratheon house, but you know, I guess it was just in our blood. Desiring an elegant home. It's why I went the way I did, anyways."

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The serval turned, twisted, the bare nubs of wings trickling outwards for the first time. What was this... feeling? There were voices. There was feeling, feelings other than the warmth of the insides of one's mother. Hypnokit released a loud cry, obviously confused. Where was he? Where was this place? The boy desperately began waddling about but stopped and could only cry louder. What was this... feeling? Was this life? Was he free? Too many thoughts, those not of his own, poured through the wildcat's skull and forced him back. He was a demon child, alright. The baby just didn't know it... yet.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]What to do, what to do. Life was no fun when you didn't know anyone or anything, and it was also no fun when it was too damn hot to do anything. Glancing to his right would only ensure that the heat was actually visible. Those little squiggly things, he didn't know what to call them, clung to the air just above the ground and waved him away like a caution sign. It was annoying, really, how he couldn't do anything productive when his tongue was constantly rolling from his mouth in a pant. Using his dappled wings to fan himself, the kitten merely lay his head over his paws and huffed. It was a blessing to be born with such appendages, but the three month old couldn't help that he, one, hated the heat, and two, had been born into a clan named after the sun in one of the hottest months of the summer. With a small groan, Hypnokit placed his bat wings over his head with no sign of relief anywhere in sight.

"Why's it gotta be so hot...?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Thought I'd make the little devil one of these <3

Hypnokit Ocularis Cipher, son of Akashi and Bill Cipher, is open to just about anything except for death and maim and the obvious other stuff because the guy's only three months old at the moment. But he's perfectly open for cute puppy love crushes or other things

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] It was certainly hot, wasn't it? The serval cub didn't hesitate to wander over. His large ears were good when it came to listening in on other's conversations but this one seemed a little different. They were here to... join? You didn't have to be born here to be a Sunclanner? Quite confused, the young man peered from under the legs of a few others, dark wings pressed tightly against his sides. "Er.. h-hello miss! I'm Hynokit!" Hypno would squeek, tail twitching in barely contained excitement. They were so big! Would he grow up like that? She had spots, but they seemed different somehow. Perhaps a different breed. Narts.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] The cub blinked his crimson optics with surprise before glancing behind him only to find that there was no one there. So... was this guy talking to... him? Hypno looked somewhat surprised but nevertheless pleased. But, before he could say anything, the lion's wings drew his gaze. They weren't like his. Where his were dark with spiny joints that resembled a bat's, Starr's were light, fluffy, and bright, like a bird's. They didn't seem like they would be as effective for fanning though, so he didn't voice an opinion on it. But, something about the other was sending him all kinds of crazy vibes, strange vibes that were so familiar and yet his currently mortal infused mind just couldn't name it.

"Oh hey. Thanks, I just figured they'd help, but it's not by much. They're kinda hot too," the serval mused, forcing himself up to a sitting position. His face turned friendly. "Yeah, I'm Hypnokit, but you can call me Hypno if you want. Nice to meet you Starr."

Next his gaze moved to the bengal and he shrugged. "I'm not. I feel like I'm gonna die." He stretched his massive wing with a groan and sighed. Still hot. That's what you get when your wings are black and absorb the sun's rays, apparently. "What's your name?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Potential best friends with Hypnokit? I think it could have the potential to cause some juicy drama later down the road since Hypno's an arch demon reincarnate and Starr is all angelic.

P.S: Starr's so freaking cute <3 <3

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] /private thread for the three of them to go swimming? :>

Swim? "I've never been," the dark child uttered in response, flicking his gaze from one individual to the other. Of course, he'd heard about swimming, but that was about it. To be perfectly honest, it seemed a little terrifying. Hypno wasn't the largest cat around and his legs were kind of lanky. Of course, maybe swimming could help fatten them up with some muscles, so the longer he thought about it, the more appealing the action seemed. "Er, Starr, right? You said you know my mom? Who's yours?" He offered, changing the subject for just a moment. Not like he'd probably recognize a face or a name anyways, he was just now interacting with people, but still, it would be nice to know for future reference.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] daww thanks! Yasss they could grow up and Hyp's gonna be all conflicted because he's supposed to be all dark and shit but his best friend's an angel and he just doesn't know what to do. Hypnokit doesn't know he's a demon yet ^^' so the baby's still learning.

Can I make them a thread ? :>

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Dad? What was that, like a brother or something? He opened his mouth to ask but was quickly cut off by the idea of a pond. That was a lot smarter than ocean because in his mind because, well, drowning didn't seem too fun. He nodded and flicked an ear, making a small mental note that he'd have to ask Ashki later about it. Maybe before he went to sleep tonight. "That sounds fun. We should go later. And nice to meet you, Quiz. If you didn't hear, my name's Hypnokit, or Hyp, or Hypno, whatever you wanna call me." With a small yawn exposing fangs that glinted in the harsh sunlight, the demon child followed Starr's lead and licked his chest. However, his fur didn't calm as much and it made his eye twitch just slightly. Damn unruly fur.

/you want me to make?

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] What was this... feeling? The damp heat of the day had settled down quite a bit, leaving just the dark orange streaks of sunset to cool down the animals smothering below. Today had been.. strange. Everytime he met someone new, there was just this feeling of emptiness. Sure, he would smile, nod, say his name, acknowledge that he was the son of Akshi, but something was just off. They weren't like him, that little lion guy, Starr he believed, the one with the intricate wings. And of course, they weren't like himself, either. He couldn't comprehend the way that they mingled about. Too many words made him cringe. He wasn't feeling true euphoria, not true joy, not with his mind so jam packed with questions.

Why was he different?
Why was Starr not different?

Closing his crimson eyes for a brief second against the dusk, the serval grumbled a low,"Who cares," to try and convince himself that there were better things for him to worry about, but it wasn't until a small rustle caught his ears that the multitude of inquiries dissapeared. A mouse. It was in the bushes, not too far from where he sat.

With his large ears craning to listen, the serval cub took to the air, swooping down to catch the creature between his paws.

It was struggling. Why did that make him smile so much? Using a careful, ebony claw, he took the mouse onto it's back, the creature still breathing, and began to slip his nail deep into its eye. The creature screamed an squeeled, so he stopped, before he reached the brain and retracted the nail only long enough for him to bring it to the tail. In a swift flick, it fell off. Another squeel. The thing was suffering. Why was this so.. delicious? Continuing to mutilate the poor living creature, the serval sat, purring loud enough for a stranger to hear from quite the distance away.

/my muse for him is endless, my apologies ^^"

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[size=9pt]NAME »[/size]
Hypnobrai (ocularis) Cipher

[size=9pt]PRONUNCIATION »[/size]
HIP-NO-BR-EYE // OC-YOU-LAR-ES
[size=9pt]NAME NOTES »[/size]
- using the one thousand eyes that lay dormant beneath his wings, Hypnobrai gains his name from his deadly ability to draw others in and hypnotize them into doing his bidding, often emotionally manipulating or even memory manipulating them to get the satisfaction he desires.
- Ocularis, his middle name, is derived from the multitude of eyes beneath the cub's wings. As well as literally meaning eyes in latin, it also serves as Hypnobrai's true demon name.

[size=9pt]NICKNAME(S) »[/size]
Hypno, Hyp, Brai baby, Little Bill

[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size]
male

[size=9pt]AGE »[/size]
3 moons physical, 2000+ spiritual

[size=9pt]DATE OF BIRTH »[/size]
June 27, 2015

[size=9pt]SEXUALITY »[/size]
pansexual

[size=9pt]SPECIES »[/size]
sentient being -- Leptailurus serval

[size=9pt]POWER(S) »[/size]
(* means yet to be bought) *memory and *emotional manipulation, *super senses, *possible elemental powers, *multiple possessions with possession combo pack to keep mutations, *teleportation/super speed

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[size=9pt]HEIGHT »[/size]
3"00 ft

[size=9pt]LENGTH »[/size]
3"2 ft

[size=9pt]WEIGHT »[/size]
36 lbs

[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size]
Hypnobrai's pelt is a dusty yellow, the color of powdered sulfur. While not harsh on the eyes, it's certainly not a bright shade, somewhat creamy in fact, making a nice base for the male's dark markings that circumnavigate the rest of his body. From his head to the base of his tail, Hypnobrai's body is colored in dark spots consistent with normal servals, colors varying from dark shades of grey to the epitome of midnight black itself. These dark markings are also relatively well to distinguish on his face with a dark banner of black surrounding both eyes to make them stand out an the same with the rings around his tail that eventually taper into white at the tip. As for his belly, the fur seems to fade out to white, a few spots here and there though these are much lighter and harder to distinguish than those on the outer layers of his fur.

[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size]
Fitting for any true demon, Hypnobrai was blessed with eyes red like blood itself, often glowing when he finds himself either particularly interested in something or just begging to scare the * out of a weary traveler at night. This color is also displayed in the eyes on the base of his wings, though their color is somewhat brighter than the serval's actual, thoughtful, crimson duo.

[size=9pt]FUR TYPE »[/size]
Since he's often fighting or making mischief, the outer layer of the tom's fur has grown coarse over time, much like most wildcat's though his belly fur and face tufts remain quite fluffy and nice to the touch. Along his chest, a particular nasty cowlick makes him look kind of scruffy. But that's perfect for a douche bag like himself.

[size=9pt]BODY MODIFICATIONS »[/size]
It's no hard to miss those dastardly wings Hypno sported from the time he was born to the time he accidentally caught his own house on fire- they're always there, in every body, no matter what. Coated in a deep black with a yellow to match his fur color's crisscrossing the top in a pattern much like the reverse of his pelt, the wings resemble that of a bat's, waxy to the touch with distinguishable, lighter joints. While these may look like durable, simple, wings, the truth is that underneath, in the sides that lay closest to his body, are a thousand eyes waiting dormant for their time to open. Hyp can open these eyes at will, typically fully expanding his wings above his head to make himself look as large and menacing as possible. Though they may seem like casual decoration, these eyes are actual functioning organs imbues him with hypnotizing power and super senses. Nothing hides from these eyes, and given that he is an Indigo child, they also bring him clairvoyance and signify the demon who gave the child life.

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[size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size]
Have you ever met one of those douche bags that look all sweet and delicious but end up leaving their girlfriends on prom night to go * other *es? Well, then you've met Hypnobrai's type. He's gorgeous, and damn, does he know it. Although he can be particularly charming and witty to his friends, especially when drunk or partaking in some kind of substance abuse, inside, he's just looking to get things done his own way, no matter how many people he has to manipulate to get there. There's no mercy coming from this man. If you're a woman, he doesn't care, he hits hard and looks damn good while doing it. Like his father, he finds rape and the like particularly hilarious, using his mortal form to have his way with others and using his powers if mortals don't comply. If he pisses someone off, he'd going to do it the right way. There's no child's play with this sociopath, you're either a friend of his or potential prey waiting to be ensnared in the ivory claws of a demon. He knows he's special as an Indigo child, and by the time he leaves this earth, everyone else is going to know it too.

[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size]
mind games, pranks, poisons, manipulation, flying, night, stargazing, rape, children, murders, hell, heat, parties, skooma, alchohol

[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size]
love, relationships, commitment, angels, cold, spiders, snakes, rabbits

[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size]
Hypnobrai relies primarily on his powers and speed for battles. His long limbs and wings make him particularly hard to catch and agile, making it easy to run circles around an opponent and tire them out before they even know what hit them. Along with this, his manipulative skills are near perfection. If he can confuse an opponent, he'd likely to win, especially if it's an aerial fight.

[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size]
Since he's particularly slender and has the legs of a noodle, Hyp is easily at risk for those who have super strength or can take his legs out from under him. If he's grounded, he might as well be bracing himself for some massive damage since his style of remains solely based upon agility and manipulation.

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[size=9pt]FEARS »[/size]
The only thing to fear is fear itself- and small cute animals. As a child, Hypnobrai suffered an awful, traumatic experience having to do with a rabbit nearly blinding him. After that, he will no longer likes anything cute, nor does he desire to ever be blinded.

He also suffers from fear of commitment and fear of losing his sight.

[size=9pt]PLAYLIST »[/size]
Don't stop by INNERPARTYSYSTEM

[size=9pt]UPCOMING PLOT »[/size]
- becomes a mass rapist >> subject and will likely change
- will try to gain a rank in the exiles or Bloodclan, wherever I decide to keep him
- will try to keep the Cipher bloodline going
- becomes best friend with Archangel
- NEW* wishes to confront father about birth

[size=9pt]CLAN ALLIANCE »[/size]
Sunclan & the Exiles & Bloodclan [primary]
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Woah, what kind of animal was this? The petite winged serval gave his butterfly ears a flick as he moved to approach the cub, wondering not only what the creature was called but also how it could stand the heat with all that fur. "Hey, I'm Hypnokit Cipher, but you can call me Hypno or Hyp," the fledgling chirped, sitting down now so that he could rest his weary legs. Too much adventuring in a day really wasn't that good of an idea, he'd now learned. At least now he could just sit and talk. "What's your name?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Underbrush and thistle crushed beneath the young serval's paws, his long, dark, wings swinging about to take away any actual dangers. How far away was this thing, anyway? It felt like they had been walking for hours, but Hypnokit had always been pretty impatient so he figured that it was just his poor temperament making him unbearably irritable. But it was nice to be away from it all. "Yeah, smells nice. How'd you find this place?" He'd ask as he looked ahead, smirking now as he swore he caught sight of water. Would he even be able to swim?

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] yes to both <3 would you guys like to make the thread?

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Mister? The said bucket of fuzz snickered and flicked his large ears as they began to burn in embarrassment. Mister Hypnokit. It certainly did sound important, didn't it? "Yup, if you get a familiar, they can do all sorts of things!" He added, though it probably wasn't necessary. The kid kind of wanted one himself, although he didn't think he was even old enough. It'd probably just die or run away. "Um, miss? Are you a serval like me? Or are you some scarier cat? I think you look pretty!" He again began to chirp, the little stud.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] The darkness that the place radiated was crazy. The smell of blood was the most prominent, next to rot, and finally booze, but he smelled several other things as well, just he didn't know what they were... yet, probably the sex and drug things Starr had told him about. The petite winged serval cub could barely contain his curiosity as he panned his crimson gaze about. There were people everywhere! Holy shit, how did his dad even live here? Hypnokit gave his butterfly like ears an anxious flick and tried to keep his short tail from bristling. Mother had said he would fit right in, but what exactly was that supposed to have meant? And where was Bill? He didn't even know what to look for. "Um, dad? I'm here!" Hyp said, trying to smirk. Damn, curse his anxiety. Sunclan wasn't nearly this big, not even a third.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] This was his dad? Nice, the guy radiated bad assness, if that was even a word, if not Inky just added it to her computer's dictionary, definition as Bill Cipher. "I'm here to visit! All the other Sunclanners are boring me so I thought I'd come see what you looked like. Don't tell mom though, I left without letting her know," the little serval chuckled before flexing his wings. One of the crimson eyes underneath had opened, taking in the forms of the Exile duo, allowing the kid a sense of unease. What did that one guy have stuck up his ass? Before anyone could see his bizarre ability, the indigo child pressed his wing joint back to his side and waved at Rick with a spotted paw, though it was obvious it wasn't going to receive such a nice gesture in return. He had been here for five minutes and was already disliked. Damn, at least in Sunclan he had some friends. And it wasn't like he knew he was a rape child, he was fairly happy. Not that the news would even change his mindset because, you know, he was an innocent kid and all. "Um, so, what do you do here?"