Posts by [RICK S]

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Hendrix was right, complimenting her sapphire eyes, the near amathyst looking gems twinkling just enough to fetch his curiousity. Que the little demon's interest as he ambled over to get a good look at his mentor. The stones didn't seen to hurt her, so he wasn't about to try to help or remove them- though they were certainly pretty. "Nice, nice," Hypnopaw chuckled simply with a nod. "Try not to hit me with those when we spar, yeah? I don't think my little bones could take it."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Lavender. Lion. Abathur. That's right, he remembered her. She'd seemed strange to him, but now that she was actually in the clan , he had put his thoughts aside since it had been shown quite clearly to him that not everyone shared his behavioral traits. And it was a good thing too. Since Hypnopaw's throat was actually kind of sore today, head aching too a bit, no real reason why, his typical giddy demeanor was replaced by a clam and stoic one, giving way to the more handsome features of his face for once not being over run by obnoxiousness. "Yo. Lavender. I think you remember me from your joining, but I'm Hypnopaw if ya don't."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Across the ocean? Wow. He blinked his eyes in awe but nodded. His own birth had been just around the area, but traveling had always held a special interest in his perceptive mind. Beaches and shores, palm trees and exotic fruits- he'd always wanted to see them. But it seemed as though his home ha been found an that was just find with Hypno. "Eh, I was born in Sunclan. Yours sounds a lot more rad," he chuckled, Kim of curious to see if she would then steer the conversation.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] -tiny bump for approval or dissaproval :>

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Now his eyes were bright, highlighting the sudden nod of his head and an enthusiastic chirp of,"Hell yeah I am!" What, was Abathur going to spin a web, kill something, have a baby? Oh goodness, he was so excited. And the poor man handn't even said much of anything yet. It's medium length tail he had began wagging uncontrollably. "W-why do you ask?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] On his black bat wings caught tightly on a breeze, Hypnopaw had already giggled the whole way here and was doing such now, using his nails to press down a paint can's top to spray neon green, toxic, lead paint on the trees and structures of the Riverclan camp as he fluttered down. A few obscene stick figures here, a HYPNOPAW CIPHER WUZ HERE BXTCHES there, and boom, he was happy. Maybe he'd grow up and be an artist- it didn't seem likely, by he considered, looking at the piss poor drawings with awe like they were the most beautiful thing in the world. Oh wait. He had one more thing-

Finding a large oak, he used the last of his paint to spray WORSHIP THE MIGHTY ABATHUR before tossing the little can in the river. Eh, he'd just conjure more later. For now, the little serval just chuckled a sinister chuckle and flicked his tail with wings extending above his head as he landed.

"BLOODCLAN! MAKE THEM SUFFER THE WRATH OF OUR RACHET PAINTING ABILITIES!"

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[ RAID THREAD FOUND ( here ) ]

Woohoo! Hypno was excited. And why was he excited? Why, because, beneath the little Cipher's right paw and all around the young serval was a hoard of paint, spray cans and paint cans, any shade you could ever think of and in every shape in size and any kind of paint. To put it simply, Hypnopaw had conjured a sh*t ton of stuff, so much to the point that it had made his head hurt, but with adrenaline in his veins, he gave his large butterfly ears a scratch and ambled onto a boulder where several NPCs were eating with one another. He was rude. Whoops.

"Yo! We're leading a color raid on Riverclan, and by color, I mean vandalize their sh*t with graffitti or art or whatever you want, spray it in their eyes, their mouth, some of this is actually toxic too, so that's a plus-"

Hmm, hopefully he wouldn't be so clumsy as to get in his mouth because death by paint was so not cool.

"Anyways, let's go kick ass!"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Gaurd. Okay then. Using his massie bat wing, Hypno would attempt to stop her in her tracks as she hit it's waxy surface, swinging his body around to try and leap atop her back with a playful, somewhat cynical giggle. "Boo."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] "Hola, sister," Hypnopaw greeted, sitting close to Abathur since, though he was being calm today, he really liked the male. Why? He didn't know. Just a hunch. The little demon would shuffle his wings, give a yawn, and muse about if he was really doing nothing. Meeting people was something- and he was breathing, but Ululare didn't seem rude in his words, even if he had offered to potentially kill his mother to quit the third eye's reign. So it was okay. Plus he seemed hella rad, so that was a plus as well. "I didn't know you were here too."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Like the skills he'd gathered from Obscuro, he was fond of learning. It helped his arsenal of hidden talents, tricks to get back at those that found him comical or dumb or a sad mix of both since he was really only the first of those. The demon's mind was far complex. Listening closer, his irises gleamed. "You intend on teaching me to be graceful? How?" Now he was seriously curious. If Abathur could teach the kid some grace, he might very well be a god. Hypnopaw was merely a trickster. Knock his feet from under him and, well, he was as good as dead.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Puberty? What the fuck was that? The young apprentice was bounding over, expecting this to be some lesson about fighting or healing- maybe puberty was a disease he needed to be armed against. But, Hypnopaw was thoroughly bewildered, so he didn't say much, nodding his head as he waited for Mr. Pollux to start.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Whelp. He was back. Kind of. He was still a Bloodclanner, secretly, but no one needed to know that, nor would they even know. The serval's bat wings pulled close to his sides as he landed, crimson gaze scanning the horizon and eventually the volcano before he started forth. "Shit, it's hot.Can I get some water up in here?" The Cipher yowled, not even really giving a shit about the border. His daddy was leader, right? He could fuck up those that messed with him anyways... or Envy would. "Hypnopaw Cipher, yadda, yadda, returning member. Whatever. Nice to meet ya, how you doing." He didn't have time for that joining shit anyways.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] track- doing!!

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] He'd raided Riverclan with little success but, hey, maybe this one would evoke more responses. With a museless nod, Hypno decided he'd take a raid as well, flicking his tail about as he contemplated better techniques to try this time.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Eh, if his father hated him, so be it. He honestly loved the man/woman and only wanted him to be happy- but his fangs gripped together at the look of Lilith. B*tch. He'd punch her teeth out for that- secretly, because he didn't want to get punished and pushed out of this hell hole too. "No, ma'am," the little demon responded to Bill, shaking his head. "I only wanted to go there to talk with my mother about some things. I shouldn't have left, and I'm sorry. They're not all that fun over there- I.. I hope you aren't too cross with me," the young serval then turned his crimson eyes to the cat coined Lilith and his tongue spit out at he'd in a stupid little display of "I-don't-give-a-*" and should he have possessed fingers, he would have flipped her off. "Piss off, lady, they live in the forest now. It ain't hot, it's like a shady place of fools that don't know what they're doing. But you don't seem too educated. So I'm sorry your petty little brain doesn't allow you to learn about others. Shame."

/sure <3

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Holy shit. His mohawk? He didn't even know he had one of those! Did he have an invisible mohawk? Was he going to lose his invisible mohawk? Oh no! But all of the other words made his head spin as well. There was that one person, that one person that made him clutsy, and cute, and honestly, he couldn't control himself around. With a shake of his head, Hypnopaw was shocked. Was he going through this already? He didn't want to be treated like an idiot or an imbecile, maybe it was time to grow up. Puberty or not but still, that one person..

"HOLY SHIT. I'M IN LOVE WITH ABATHUR! PUBERTY HAS FORSAKEN ME. WHY MY LORD?" Hoky hell, the boy was so confused.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] No trust, huh? That hurt, he almost recoiled, but with a blink of his eyes, he washed away the thoughts and flittered his wings to keep his others eyes from tearing too. Damn them. Damn his mortal attachments. Puzzled at the sudden response, the serval shrugged and gave the snow leopard a harsh spit,"Yeah, they are. Lucy's new name is Skullcandy. Mel is there."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] His ears flattened, like long, oval pancakes against his skull. "Y-yeah, they do. I wasn't really recieved well by a few, but yeah. I think I'll be staying. If you'll have me." And as Envy arrived, his demeanor lightened. Even if Bill had dumped her, he'd still see her as an adoptive mother. She was cool, and that's all that really mattered to him. "Hey, ma. I'm actually coming back. I like it there, it's neat, but... My dad's here. I feel better with him around."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Oh wait. Now that he thought about it- "H-hey, wait, Mr. Pollux, um.. All of those things also attribute to best friends. That's not love, is it?" If it was, Hypno here was already a full fledge lady's man. Kind of. He thought he had a lot of female friends, anyways.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] The little serval trotted over with his bug white paws flailing before his lanky little body. "Slap one on me."