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  • CAKE BY THE OCEAN (OPEN, MEET AND GREET)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Axis. Alex. Axel. He received more and more nicknames every day it seemed, but he responded to Eremiel's jest with a particularly devious grin. So Windclan had a sense of humor, eh? Those that he'd left were paling in comparison already, but at the same time, he missed some of the creatures, one in particular that he nearly laid down his life for. Hearts were funny like that; perhaps one day he wouldn't be a hopeless romantic know-it-all, but that seemed as likely as he himself ever actually mending his short comings. And, in his mind, the fiery wolf was as perfect (and handsome) as one could come.


    "Eh, I can't remember sh*t so no hard feelings...Ezekiel." Zeke. Heh. Yeah, he'd call him that. It made his name sound less like Eunju, and less like he wanted to shred him up and roast him over an open flame.


    The rattling of bones made his hair stand up, suddenly appearing spikier and wilder than his typical messy norm. At first, he'd assumed it was his damnation approaching, a battle ready spawn of Cartesians ready to rip him limb from limb, sacrificing his heart to their god Bill Cipher, but it wasn't. Hell, it was way sexier. And though she might have been his damnation, Axel would gladly go to hell and back to have her walk past again. Blame it on his Phantomclan roots. Undead sh*t kind of turned him on.


    Plus, no one here knew his ass was gay as a two dollar bill. He could play any card he wanted. Unfortunately, not all his cards were... appropriate.


    "Oh ho, really? Can you bring my heart back from the dead? Because it's been dead without your gorgeous self. Nightingale? I love it, girl. I'm Axel."


    He'd wait for her reaction, grinning a charming grin, fluffy tail attacking the ground with vigorous wags. It was always fun to play these games- just because he wasn't interested didn't mean he could dish out what was deserved. The fox was pretty beneath her mask. Axel was a little curious as to what such a mask signified, but he dare not ask what had the potential to be a dangerous question. It was likely to be as tender as his tattoos; that night was one he never wanted to relive.


    /;w; I'm so sorry for this.




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  • SPRING AND A STORM | private, axel

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] He'd been here two days. Two fucking days! Axel had been attacked, broken his paw, and had been rejected. But with all seriousness, his presence in Windclan was a triumphant check mate dished out from his often suppressed conscience. Luca laying before him, bleeding and lifeless, was a sight that had been burned into his retinas, carved into his very soul as though his essence was tender as wood. Time and time again, he'd slammed the fox's heart into the sacrificial alter in the Aztec temple the Cartel resided in, but the whispers, the anger, it had never stopped. He'd lost control of himself, and fearing the worst, he'd fled. Like a coward, he had chose the dead of night, running faster than ever, chest rising and falling at speeds that made his lungs sore and chest achy. He was no better than the scum traitors he despised, no better than Barghest. The piece of the other's soul had driven him to leave his life behind to find a place where one could thrive without the pains of needless, senseless death. Luca had driven him to better ways-


    Axel did not know this. The wolf's fear, a constant, nagging ghost clinging to his back, never left. Needless to say when he'd spotted Luca, the ex vanguard had gone numb. He was here, waiting, perhaps for the one thing Axel still had of the incubus.


    Large charcoal paws cast themselves forth, but with every step, Axel's weight was forced to one side, keeping his injured paw out of harms way without making it totally useless. It was likely he was in for a fight, and like what had happened with Feliks, he wasn't about to let himself be defeated in his current weakened state.


    "The f*ck do you want?" A rare, deadly growl escaped Axel's throat, his spiky mane standing bristled and heated. Fire. He had fire. Should the Elitist try something, the current Windclanner wouldn't hesitate to use it. While the soul hurt him, it was a trophy, a manner of pride. He wouldn't give it up easily; he wouldn't seem weak.




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  • SPRING AND A STORM | private, axel

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] His snarl reverted to a snicker, though one not letting go of any venom it may have contained previously. "Oh, I'm flattered. Really." A few flames licked his heels, singing the dry field grasses beneath his toes. He'd never quite figured out what it was one man heros sought to gain. As far from perfect as he was, he could admit his mistakes, his flaws. If he f*cked up, he'd pay for it, and if it meant stepping on pawns along the way, he'd do it. But, despite his ambitious tendencies not differing too vastly from what he could observe from Luca, the way the other's soul swirled into his was unsettling. There was no mixing, like oil and water they bumped and collided but could never quite agree. The images that were placed in his head, sick, twisted delusions, made him cringe. What could such a creature do to hold a soul so evil? Axel was no saint, but his corruption was nothing as severe as the potent evil that wafted off of the Luca's being. As if to signify his raging emotions, the flames roared and crackled, drifting off on the occasion into the iconic winds that swept across the barren field.


    His pupils contracted, now slits as opposed to their typically round, friendly geometry.


    "You know, for a guy that looks like you, all hearts and sh*t, you have to be pretty f*cked up to have... to have whatever the hell this is."






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  • CAKE BY THE OCEAN (OPEN, MEET AND GREET)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Placing a paw over his heart, Axel feigned hurt. To call him a natural charmer was an understatement. Sweet words and spicy charisma could make any ordinary guy interesting, but he used it as a guise. If one pretended to be overly friendly, people seldom asked about you, and if people seldom asked, he could slide by in life without gaining too many unnecessary ties. His pout didn't hold up, letting a smile crack open his pencil thin lips.


    "That hurts, birdie," the red wolf snickered, continuously eyeing her intricate flowers. To have flowers adorn oneself, she was likely busy, keeping them alive and such. Axel killed plants like there was no tomorrow, and with the way he weirded fire to fight, the ones that didn't go underwatered would likely be burned to a crisp in the event of an attack.


    "It's a pleasure to meet you, too."


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  • PUPPETS IN THEIR GAMES (PLOT WITH AXEL?)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] ^^ say hello to this derpy baby


    Axel is actually 2 years old this year (shocker) I've had him for forever and I'm so glad I found a clan he can fit into. Axel is loosely (VERY loosely) based off of the Kingdom Heart's character Axel. His mother was Edge Glory-Candela, ex leader of Phantomclan and his father was Riptide Amarna, ex Hawkclan deputy. Current living siblings are Barghest, ex Boneclan leader, current Boneclan HP, and Celeste Glory.


    Plots he's open to
    - I really, really want a romantic interest for this guy, but I also want him to go through several break ups first. He's primarily homosexual but will toy around with females and is a major flirt. Let me know if you're interested in a heart break or potential relationship. Everything has to be rp'ed out.
    - friends
    - parties
    - dank memes
    - smoking/getting high
    - pranks
    - enemies
    - drunk/high litters
    - accidentally getting a girl pregnant
    - everything else.


    Closed to
    - DEATH.


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  • A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK // open, visitor

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Yeah, Cherviltea thought it wouldn't work. Out came the crimson canine, first peeping his face out from in between a few cats that had come to observe the noise (like he had) before ultimately revealing himself. Selective hearing didn't allow him to hear Bill or Cipher, but he'd heard what was important.


    "Did someone say my name?" The confused creature blinked his large eyes, a little dumbfounded. Flashes of yellow and black obscured anything else. He knew the scent he ultimately recognized the voice. Axel's bright fur stood on end as he stepped forward. Being new to Windclan, he hadn't recognized the collie as his leader, but he certainly appreciated someone blindly fighting for him. He parted his jaws to speak (not in his defense, it was likely something sarcastic and worth of an ass kicking) but his mouth quickly shut.


    My servant.


    No. No, he was no one's servant. Flames burned the grass beneath his feet, a tame ember that didn't indicate any kind of danger to the nature around it. What would have been a semi-friendly, snarky remark had boiled and molded itself into anger, his pearly fangs revealing themselves from the sheath of his lips.


    "Look, Bill. You got a problem, leave this guy alone. Take it up with me."


    Like that, he'd attempt to surround he and Bill in a ring of fire, secluding them from the other Windclanner. Bill could teleport, as could he. It wasn't a means to trap anyone, it was to keep his business his own. Nobody was going to get hurt because of his decision- he wouldn't allow it.


    "I was your servant, huh? No, f*ck that kinky shit, I follow my own rules. I respected you until I learned the terrible sh*t you've made people go through. I want no part of that."


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  • CAKE BY THE OCEAN (OPEN, MEET AND GREET)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Purekit, huh? He'd noted the scars. They were troubling to say the least, a little ironic because of his name but he'd bought it. The kid was cute, even if he hated kids, and he'd ultimately leaned forward when he started speaking, trying to hear better thanks to his tinnitus worn ears. That was when it hit him. Something was wrong, something he couldn't place. The attack hit him faster than he could have imagined, pushing him to the ground before he assumed Cherviltea had managed to help him. Again. Who was this guy? The air exploded from his lungs, the field instantly spinning. The blow had been powerful enough to stun him, and with his already broken paw, he'd fallen like a damned tree. In order to defend himself, he made his pelt burning, searing to the touch should Feliks come at him again, but he struggled to stand.


    Axel had never assumed himself some self righteous hero, he'd merely learned that he wasn't cut out for the business of murdering, killing, and selling. The whole practice was sick, and Feliks was sick for believing in it. Green eyes narrowed dangerously, the wolf eventually standing. His chest heaved, lungs still hurting from his long escape.


    "Heh, dirty trick, f*cktard. I never thought you of all people would hunt me down. You always seemed a little different, like you had a spine to ya. Maybe I was wrong."


    In a retaliation attempt, Axel mustered a weak smirk, his vision still refusing to settle back to normal soon shooting out a fireball to hopefully hit the wolf . This was what he got for escaping a tyrannical leader? The Cartel was brainwashed; he was convinced of it now.


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  • PUPPETS IN THEIR GAMES (PLOT WITH AXEL?)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] yesssSSSS maybe she can get annoyed because he starts flirting with her and eventually he can tell her he's not a pervert, he's actually just messing with her and only interested in men?


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  • PUPPETS IN THEIR GAMES (PLOT WITH AXEL?)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] I'm terrible with plots I'm so sorry ;w;


    can you by any chance?


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  • KNEE-DEEP IN THE RIVER //private

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] /assuming they're in the cross roads between clans, i apologize if they are not ;w;


    How many nights would he continue like this, wandering aimlessly, looking at the moon as though it's alabaster surface may have some kind of hidden wisdom? Life had not been the same for the wolf for quite some time. Losing a loved one was difficult, very difficult, but he still had hope, one day, as he passed the streets that Phantomclan was down, he'd see his lover. Tonight,though, it seemed as though his only companion was the cigarette he was smoking on.


    The field grasses swayed against the bright red creature's legs, his limp causing his steps to be significantly louder than he would have liked, but his depression quickly found himself uncaring as to if someone heard him. Bill had attacked him, then Feliks. Axel's body was aching, but he kept walking, drawn to something he couldn't quite name. It was a tugging sensation, one that wouldn't let his bloodied body sit. He needed to bathe anyways, and the creek he'd passed running from the jungle was a perfect spot to do so. Windclan had gotten attacked enough because of his ass. They were... funny. Each was willing to lay down their life for someone they barely knew.


    But it was qualities such as blind loyalty that had drawn him to them.


    A sound caught his ears, forcing him to halt significantly faster than normal and grunt from the discomfort his weight created in his paw. Someone was walking. A Cartesian was walking, to be more precise. His large size had been the only thing to grant him sight of a dog, and with every fiber of his being, he hoped it was that dog; Jesse had actually been someone he'd often thought about now that he was away from "home".


    His green eyes focused a little more, and slowly, he began forward again. If he got attacked again, alone, it was curtains for him. His life was over. But when had Axel ever cared about consequences? His thin lips ushered in a gentle, waning smile. If death was to take him this night, so be it, but being the traitor he was, if Jesse was here, it was likely he wouldn't be the only one getting on Bill's shit list.


    "That you cowboy?"


    God. He hoped it was.


    (sorry if this is crap </3)

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  • SPRING AND A STORM | private, axel

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Axel's throat tightened, stunting his words with his almond eyes widening ever so slightly. Killing gave him power, intoxicated him with delusions of grandeur, but when Luca's heart had been firmly clenched between his jaws, he'd remembered his morals. For a brief second, he had hesitated, but there had been far too many others watching for him to tuck tail like a coward. The new Windclanner offered no hesitance now, standing his ground as if this stand may very well be his last. A dark chuckle sounded from somewhere deep in his throat, Axel's tail giving a single dignified lash as though he had returned to his birth cat body. "I did, didn't I? I swept you right off your ass too. Huh. Sorry 'bout that, pretty boy. Guess we're soul mates, now."


    Licking his lips to combat the sweltering heat that had crept up from both he and Luca's flames, he'd take a daring step forward, lowered still. "You want it so bad? Come and take it."


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  • PUPPETS IN THEIR GAMES (PLOT WITH AXEL?)

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] ^^ story of me life.


    you want them to have an interaction thread just to see where it goes?


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  • SPRING AND A STORM | private, axel

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] /so excited because i haven't had a private battle thread since 2014


    He'd prepared for the attack, readying himself to catch Luca in his jaws but he'd leaped past him. The talons slapped the back of his flanks and scraped, causing the maned wolf to whipped his head around to look at the other, quite shocked. Burns were superficial to him, primarily because he was, in fact, just a giant ball of literal flaming homosexuality, but claws didn't feel so pleasant.


    "Hey, just because I called you pretty doesn't mean you can slap my ass," the wolf spat, digging his jagged claws into the earth before proceeding to turn around fully. Luca had been Axel's prey once, who was to say he couldn't be again? Cautiously eyeing the smaller creature, Axel kept his weight off of his paw the best he possibly could, resorting to sitting almost in spite of the incubus. "Alright, man. I'll make ya a deal. No powers-"


    The flames died down and ceased, leaving only a faint glow of pink to radiate against his pelt.


    "- no bullsh*t. I haven't had a good fight in a year or so, so fight me as you are. You give me a hell of a show? I'll give you your messed up soul. You lose? I'll keep it and sell it to the highest bidder, how's that sound?"


    Of course, he didn't wait to hear the answer. Axel took off as fast as he could forward, attempting to leap in the air to then crash down on the fox's back or tail should he be off course. Maned wolves weren't particularly heavy creatures, but they could at least kink a tail or two.


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  • it ain't me, babe [ OPEN & M&G ]

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Cry, huh? Axel was new himself, but a meet and greet was a meet and greet, and he knew that, in order to ever actually get to know anyone around here, he was going to have to attend some. His own had been a f*cking disaster.


    "Cry, huh?" Limping, the maned wolf managed to make his way among the crowd,recognizing significantly less faces than he actually knew, but wasn't that the beauty of being new to a clan? A handsome smile laced his thin lips, accentuating his slender, charcoal features. "Cool. I'm Axel. Nice to meet ya, man,"


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  • CHEESE AND QUESO (JOINING, OPEN) IN MY FACE-O

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] His dark red fur helped to hide the long gashes that lay underneath, but nothing could shield his twisted, ugly, broken foot from eyes of onlookers. Axel had needed a doctor since he'd taken off from the Cartel, since his better sense of judgement had told him he was not a sick, twisted individual like the rest that had occupied the Aztec temple. But he was still on the move, having found no solace and Windclan, not to mention to entire Cartel had a bounty on his head. A broken foot wouldn't stop him. No, he was far too damned stubborn for that.


    Licking his dried, chapped lips, the maned wolf stopped along the border, his weight instantly shifting off of his useless, charcoal appendage. Without Luca's soul, he felt relieved, like he could do anything. All was in vain, however, if he couldn't hide his sexy ass from Bill Cipher, because now, he was on the demon's sh*t list and being on a list that short was like sentencing himself instantly to death. Axel's ability to hold his own and create his own opinion had apparently been frowned upon in the Cartel's brainwashed society. He'd seen it happen in the Exiles- and he was not about to be a part of a ridiculously and unexplainably insane group such as that. There wad methodical evil and senseless evil, and though Axel was no villian, he'd rather come to a place where his chaotic-good rear end could plop down without having to ask Bill if he wanted the seat first.


    "Heya, Colouredclanners!" The lanky canine called with a cheerful, almost playful grin to light up his handsome features. I'm a refugee that's currently playing a deadly game of hide-and-go-seek with a floating, demonic ghost cat. Yeah. That was the way to get accepted. He'd keep that bit to himself.


    "The name's Axel, Axel Glory-Amarna, and I'm here to join."


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  • A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK // open, visitor

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Axel's snarl retreated, replaced with a look that was almost empathetic. Yeah, it had been his idea to join, but he'd come thinking the Cartel was merely a group of stoners that lived life and lived life well. He hadn't been expecting to have to murder anyone, or to even feel like he could. That power- it had scared him. Perhaps he was a coward after all. "You... You've done a lot of things, a lot of bad things, Godfather."


    He almost instantly recoiled after he substituted the Cartesian's title in place of his name. There weren't shackles around his ankles, in fact, he was free to call the rapist whatever he pleased. But out of decency, he felt it almost appropriate and resumed.


    "But everyone has sh*t that they've done. I didn't leave because of you, I left because I'm not a killer. I left because I don't belong in a society that thinks it's okay to just actively seek death and destruction without boundaries... I... I loved everyone back in the Cartel, but I'm not a villian. I don't belong, and if I stayed, I couldn't keep up my own duties."


    It was almost certain, in the wolf's opinion, that Bill would likely think his excuses were just that, excuses, but Axel had a legitiment point to make. He'd left for him. He'd left to continue searching for Uta.


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  • CHEESE AND QUESO (JOINING, OPEN) IN MY FACE-O

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Axel smiled but shook his head, politely declining Garlic's offer. He was a strictly meat kind of guy. Pizza was meat, right? However, before the wolf could get started on the fact that, not only had he been offered a potato in greeting, the beige serval's name was f*cking Garlic, Yuri and Camilla caught his eyes. Was this just the great Colouredclan migration? His three uninjured paws fidget uncomfortably, but he ultimately let his white teeth show more as his grin extended.


    "Man, all you elitist have wax stuck in your ears, huh? But I guess you're holing up here, now, so I can't call ya that," he'd pause to lick his lips. Hopefully, Yuri knew this was all in good fun. Backgrounds didn't mean shit to the ex-vanguard; he was just in it for a good time. "But I'm here now, so you can't say I'm from the Cartel, deal?"


    And then of course, here was that adorable little kitty cat that was just as sarcastic as he was. Ah, how things like that ended up. "Yo, Camilla! I'm glad you're not dead. Good to see you again. I got sick of not being able to speak my mind. Plus I ain't a killing people type of guy."


    This was rather exciting. So far everyone seemed nice, or nice enough, and welcoming. Far better than his previous alliances.


    "It's nice to meet all of you. Just so ya'll know, I like to party and sh*t, and if ya ever wanna hit me up to go do crazy stuff, I'm your man."


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  • WE ARE SIAMESE IF YOU PLEASE (OPEN, DOUBLE JOINING)

    [size=22pt]NULL ETERNITE[/size]



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    Hidden scrolling.


    The landscape was a little too bright for her liking, alive, as if it may leap out and take she and her sister hostage. To go Proclan hadn't been her first desire. Colouredclan, Shadowclan, both had been names the caracal would have likely preferred, but alas, they weren't the place for them. Void's lack of hearing and her own lack of restraint were a dangerous combo for a group that was so utterly boisterous. She had liked Nighttales, though, but alas, it would be best to move on.


    Her midnight pelt rippled in the gusting sea breeze. Fall had caused the air to become a comfortable alternative to the sweltering heat of summer, and briefly, Null would cast her bright blue eyes to her trailing sibling to see if she was as comfortable.


    Hopefully, it was third times a charm.


    The young wildcat paused along the borded, her tiny claws flexing out of their paws as she bent her body in a stretch. [i]"Let us see if these people are not as foolish as the others,"[i] Null said via telepathy to Void, a smirk bewitching her dire thoughts. Eventually, she'd open her mouth to speak, her white tipped ears flipping to face the ground.


    "We wish to join."


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  • to the audience you're nothing but a piglet }} m&g

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Gangs. There was no f*cking use for them. Considering his ass was lucky to still be breathing after he'd escaped the Cartel, he'd had his fair share of the "ride or die" mentality, specifically because dying didn't fit in his agenda. The new wolf recognized a few faces, Nighttales, Lucien, and a round of NPCs, but instead of addressing them, the happy-go-lucky male simply let his eyes address Yuuri. Heh. Yeah, what a name to have.


    "Heya, kid. The name's Axel. I'm new, too, so I'm probably in the same boat as you are," Axel woofed with his signature grin, cheek tattoos raised closer to his eyes. "It's nice to meet ya."


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  • PLOT WITH AXEL AND HIS DANK MEMES

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Axel is one of those guys that is down to do crazy shit but at the same time, probably one of the most philosophical guys you'll ever meet. That's what stoners are for right?


    I'm up for anything with him. He has interests in both sexes but leans to homosexuality. He's only closed at the moment for death and litters (because ya boi here hates kids)


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