Posts by yasuo connoroy.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]A king cheetah had been curled up within the confines of the windmill since long before his brother's passing, a coma to befall him in the midst of sleep. For some time he had been gone, it could be said, unable to connect to the outside world. The reason being was of an unknown, but with a sudden breath, all of those reasons did not matter. The gasp shook his chest, harder than those breaths he had taken during his comatose, and he rose with a start. It was as if he had woken from a horrible dream of which he could not remember the contents. And in his mind, he had gone to sleep but yesterday, his brother still lived, and nothing had changed but the weather and time of day. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]i can get yas a female body? [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]yasuo was in a coma for all of like no time at all...

any threads with him? (please)[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]There was a sudden sense of quiet around the border, the wind moving in the most subtle of ways. There was barely a leaf to move under the breeze, but those few that did seemed to move with purpose, circling and dancing together in a silent song that none but nature could fully understand, perhaps. A cliche sort of wording, but it was one that simply described the moment best. The leaves settled after a bit, what bit of wind there was calming to soothe the rustling trees into the quiet of the morning. Fog settled around the air, warmth curling around each being, dew settling among the grasses.

In the midst of it all was one, a king cheetah of the name Yasuo Connoroy. Brother to Katerina and Damien Connoroy, he had recently escaped a coma to make a simple decision. He needed a change. Thus he had been brought here, upon which his reasoning was unclear, but he knew that this was to be of a safe haven to his plight. The Ivory Tower, of name he knew, but of members he did not. Plenty was up to learning in regards to this place, but he knew that there was plenty of time to go about it. There was no more running - he was to stay here if they would have him. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo brought his eyes down to the smaller cheetah who had been displayed before him. Surveying the other male, he offered a slow dip of the head in order to show his respects. The sword sheathed on his back shifted lightly at his bow, but remained mostly still as he leaned back up to his first position. "Yasuo Connoroy - I wish to stay here, if only for a bit." And, taking in the appearance of this stranger, the king cheetah would slowly lower himself to the ground. He placed his head on his paws, an aura of calm circling him as to show the nervous lad that he meant no harm. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]He offered a kind smile to the younger feline before lifting to step over the border. Once more, Yasuo would dip his head to Nemo, respect never failing to be of importance to him. His eyes were tired, yet not unkind as he looked over the other male, taking him in. Placing the other into his memory banks, he would glance around with a sudden wariness. "Might you show me around?"[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Much had changed sing Yasuo had left to his comatose state, including the shift in high positions. He would not know of who was on the deck, though he had started towards it anyway. Often had he gone there in times of strife, moving through the windmill solely because of his sibling privilege rather than being of a higher position himself. The king cheetah would pause upon stepping out onto the deck, head tilting slowly to the side, though he did not speak as he tried to examine Bermuda. What was she doing? He would wonder. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]//yoooo.

He looked to those that approached, offering them the same bows that he had given Nemo before speaking. It was only polite, after all. His gaze passed over them slowly, taking little note of Sollux's bad mood, for none had ever been worse than Epsilon, and he had gotten used to the brat. "I am Yasuo Connoroy - brother to Katerina and Damien. It is nice to meet you all," His golden eyes shifted to take in Jacob as well with kindness before lightly resting upon Nemo once again. "Thank you."

/want me to make a tour thread? c:[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]do you want a meeting thread or?[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Excuse me?" Yasuo's brow quirked, slowly turning to examine L. Why would anyone as him for his name or business? He had lived here just as long as his siblings, had he not? You take one nap and suddenly everyone wishes to pull pranks on you. He would turn away slowly, head shaking, but the king cheetah was one of honour, not one to be rude, so he would humour the strange lad a bit. Or, well, sort of. "Yasuo Connoroy, what do you mean name and business? I believe I have been here even longer than you, though I suppose your joke was meant to be funny?"

/he never "left"... he's been in a coma in the windmill for a few moons... >_>[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]What kind people this new place had - he did not wish to hinder his and Nemo's tour or slow the other cheetah down, but he also did not wish to simply run off without giving his greetings. Bowing slowly to each newcomer once more, the king cheetah smiled lightly. Lacie's greeting had been perhaps one of his most preferred type, thus gathering a longer bow to her in response to her demeanor. "It is nice to meet both of you, and I thank you for you offer, Azaleariot."[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo had not had to adjust to a new territory in some time now, but that would not stop him from trying to find comfort in his new home. While he still had ties to the tribe, he would only visit on occasion to meet with his sister. He was, however, a man of honour, and knew who to side with on the field of battle - he had made a commitment to this new group, though he did not see reason for there to be a battle with the tribe. No matter, he was too busy surveying the landscape to think so much along those lines.

Currently he found himself padding about the center of camp, confused and altogether unawares of his surroundings. It was new, and while he figured that he could simply go about on his own to learn the lay of the land, he had been promised a tour already. It was just a matter of when he found Nemo, and when the other cheetah had time for him. He did not wish to impose, after all. [/fancypost]

could you make it? i'll be a bit busy today >_<

oh, sorry, yes

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify] And while she had been born a male, Yasuo was not currently in such a body. She had been experimenting with her body changing abilities and, well, one thing led to another and she was stuck in a female jaguar body. Funny how life works out. It did not deter her, though, as she moved out on a patrol across the border. And, what luck, there was someone there waiting to be accommodated. "Name and business, sir?" [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo took a slow step back, a bit caught off guard. Well now, she'd never slept with a male - or anyone - before. Honestly the idea was foreign (but to alien) to her. Not unknown, but different. Strange. "I... I see."[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo's golden flecked eyes flashed to the side suddenly as he took in a breath. The king cheetah would stand, the mane-like fur on his back shifting under his sword as he did so. Glancing across the camp he would finally take notice of Nemo there, and though he did not wish to impose, he decided that offering a greeting was not imposing. In fact, ignoring the others presence likely would have been rude in its own right, thus reason enough for him to make his way towards the younger feline. He would pause a bit away, head tipping to the side slowly. "Are you alright?"[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo moved to take a seat next to Nemo, an invisible brow furrowed at the overall demeanor of the lad. "Tell me of your plight - I may be new, but perhaps it is but new ears that your issues need to fall upon?" He had never been one to simply evade a cry for help. Especially not after Katerina's attempted suicide - and then the actual suicide of another member. The strife within one animal became his without thought, for he did not wish to see such pain in another ever again. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"If I did not wish to listen, I'd not have requested you tell me what troubles you," Yasuo added lightly, offering a gentle smile to aid the other in feeling more comfortable. It was rather apparent to him that something truly was upsetting the other, something hardly to be called stupid if it brought him to tears. Slowly, the king cheetah removed the sword from his back, placing it and its sheath on the ground so that he could be perhaps more approachable, looking to Nemo with concern in his eyes. [/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"All this time... I've been asleep since yesterday, what might you mean by all this time?" The male tipped his head as well, glancing at the group with a nervous laugh. Well, if this had been a prank he had decided that it was no longer funny. Why was he being spoken to like someone who had been lost, or never existed in the first place? It was not like he had run off or anything - was a simply nap so evil? Little did he know, of course, how long the nap had been. [/fancypost]