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  • this is how it's gonna be– one for you, nineteen for me (ideas, o)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Triesias padded into the new leader's den. God, this new territory was all so damn shady. I mean, yeah, it was always shady– Bloodclan was a shady clan, no pun intended– but Tire was so accustomed to the desert light, the heat, and the golden, shifting sands that he'd been born and raised in that the forest was strange, foreign to him.


    But that aside, Tiresias had some ideas for the clan, both of them spawned from the fact that his roleplayer was worried about Bloodclan losing their board, and thus wanted to both make the clan more welcoming to newcomers and also to lessen drama and improve relations between characters and roleplayers alike.


    "Heyyy, *ers!" he called out to the HPs and any assorted characters already in the den. "I got some bitchin' ideas for y'all! Anyone down to hear 'em?"

  • DON'T FEAR THE REAPER! – return for the millionth time, o

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Hell yes, he was back, baby!


    'Millionth time's the *in' charm,' Tiresias thought to himself, padding jauntily into Bloodclan's new camp. 'Millionth time's the *in' charm.' And hopefully it really was– this time, Tire was back and planned to stay back.


    He had taken a break from Bloodclan for a while, after Ululare and Russ and even Mel had disappeared for a bit, because he had just gotten tired of clan life, he guessed. Once he had felt like that before: in his youth, back when he was a cat. Good times, good times. He'd gone into the desert alone, and had survived only through his own skill and tenacity, a traveller who needed nothing and no one but himself. Tiresias had felt increasingly like he needed to return to that in his last days in the Bloodclan-in-the-desert, and eventually he found himself trekking out, back to the old asylum to retrieve his maned wolf body (he wasn't too worried about his eurasian wolf body; it would preserve in the desert heat), and off he went into the desert again, on his own little Iliad, his own Atigone, his own Odyssey, re-living the days when he was not only young of body, but of mind, too.


    The trip did wonders for his mental and physical health: he'd never felt so alive in absolute ages! The maned wolf's body he inhabited was still a young adult, which only enhanced the feeling that he was back in the old times, living as a troublesome rogue. When he returned, two things that were slightly troubling happened: Tiresias seemed to have forgotten how, or otherwise lost the ability, to possess his other body, the eurasian wolf, but no matter. He liked his maned wolf one more now. The desert, it seemed, had bonded him more closely to it. The other troubling thing was that Bloodclan had moved– and again, this didn't phase Tire. He followed the scent trail, from the old camp to the current one.


    It was a good day, a nice, hot summer day. The bugs buzzed and clicked among the fragrant, dark bark of the pines and beeches, and small creatures rustled in the undergrowth of the forest. It was pleasantly cool for the maned wolf under the canopy. True, it was a change from the desert, and a part of Tiresias ached for it, yearned for it– the caves where he was born, the soft, orange dunes, the red spires of rock rising out of the gold landscape like behemoths– but still, sometimes a change of scenery was good. Tiresias knew that more than anything, especially after his recent trip.


    "I'M BAAAACK, BITCHESSS!" He threw back his head and whooped loudly. "OOOH-DE-LALLY, MOTHER*ERS!"


    Oh, it was good to be back.

  • hands up | open, fire (drill)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias, curled nose to tail, heard the shout for fire and cracked open an eye. He had an inability to take things seriously, but...


    "Hot damn!" His voice hoarse from sleep, the maned wolf pushed himself to his feet, longass legs almost causing his head to crack on the roof of the small cave he'd found and taken as a den. He'd actually smelled burning– maybe it wasn't a practical joke after all. Quickly, but with no panic whatsoever (he'd been in a fire situation before, and though he didn't exactly always act like it, Tiresias Mortis' experience told him that if it's something you can't fight, get the * out of there and do it fast), he poked his head out of his den, spotted a candle right next to it, and rolled his eyes. "If there isn't a real, damn fire to begin with," the maned wolf growled to himself, "They're tryin' real *in' hard to start one."


    He slipped out of his den and, deciding to still play it out as if there was a fire, ran in one quick circle, howled, "FIRE, FIRE, IT'S A *IN' FIRE!" to incite more panic, and then calmly padded over to sit beside Melantha.


    "Hey, Mel," the maned wolf grinned at his friend. "Luv'ly night, isn't it?"

  • ARIEL THE LIL MERMAID && open, new body...

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Triesias couldn't resist a grin at Cesar's predicament, and as he loped over, gangly legs taking the earth in great strides, he cackled a bit. "Ohh, damn, man, this is fuckin' great! Bitchin' kicks, brothah!"


    He easily overtook Cesar and, looking over the jaguar, nodded approvingly, a solemn expression on his handsome face, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Man, you're like, the little merman or some shit. You could be the Bloodclan mascot." The little merman was the book, right? He'd read about it, somewhere, sometime. Some human with a fish head, or was it a fish body? Eh, Tiresias didn't give a damn. Humans wrote books about weird things, anyway.

  • BEACH BLONDES – open, swimming at a lake!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias, earlier that day, had been walking through the forests of Bloodclan when, quite unexpectedly, the trees ended and he found himself standing at the edge of a lake. The water was shiny and crystal clear, a brilliant cobalt color as it reflected the sky and the burning sun. Tiresias didn't like the rain and he wasn't the biggest fan of water, either, but this– well, swimming on a hot day like this looked like a helluva lot of fun!


    The maned wolf crashed into the shallows of the lake with a whooping bark, sending up droplets of water that caught the light like diamonds. The coldness of the lakewater took his breath away momentarily and he gasped, then, deciding it was better to get used to it as soon as possible, submerged his head. Anyone walking by would have seen the near-legendary figure cavorting about in the water like a pup– what a sight!

  • this is how it's gonna be– one for you, nineteen for me (ideas, o)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias turned as they approached, and grinned widely. "Hey, guys," he said to the assorted HPs jovially, toning his voice down a couple of decibels. It seemed like everyone around was here now, so there was no need to shout.


    To Pollux, the maned wolf grinned. "I like the excitement, brothah. I like it," he told him. This guy was definitely cool.


    "So, I was thinkin', everybody loves pancakes, right? You ever had one?" Tiresias paused for an answer on the other's part, and then continued (after one was given), "Pancakes, are, like, *in' delicious. So, I was thinkin', pancakes make everyone happy, and word around the place is that there was some drama or whatever in the ranks, but if Bloodclan hosts a bonding thing, like a celebration, then maybe it can alleviate the stress for a while." He paused again here, and then said, "So, y'know, we can have a clanwide pancake party. There's some sort of pancake place, I didn't bother to read the sign, just outside the territory and I c'n show you guys where it is and stuff. Came across it in my travels. We can send in a party to raid it and grab as many pancakes as they can hold, and then we can have a pancake festival back here. Sound good?"


    He was going to transition to a different topic here, but screw transitions. "Also, since apparently Bloodclan has had some problems being friendly to newcomers I thought we could have a mass meet-and-greet, both IC and OOC. It's been done before, and it was a huge success, so, y'know, it's worth a shot." Half of what he just said had been bullshit to him, but whatever. Hopefully it made sense to the roleplayers of the other characters, right?

  • DON'T FEAR THE REAPER! – return for the millionth time, o

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The day Tiresias didn't recognize Russiansoldier (or, Kaiser, now) was the day he really was rotting in a ditch. Which was, fortunately, not today. "RUSS! Dude, where the * you been, man? It's so good to see you again! Look at you! How are ya? Better than *in' ever, I hope!" At Kaiser's second statement, Tiresias laughed. "Me? Rot in a ditch? Nah, son. Bloodclan's never gonna get a *in' break from me! I just keep comin' back, brothah."


    He nodded to all the others who greeted him, copper gaze lingering especially on Iris. Her tone of voice told him that she was less than pleased to see him. Oh, well, there would always be haters. The thing to do was to just overcome them– and anyway, Tiresias kind of just didn't give a shxt about what others thought about him. Unless, you know, they were his friends, in which case he'd definitely care. Friends and family were always very important.


    At Cesar's question, Tiresias grinned again. "I'm Tiresias *in' Mortis, man. I was Bloodclan Deputy and Warmaster way, way back when Haemon Mist, my sister, lead the clan. You may have heard of her. Nice to meet ya, Cesar!" Cesar seemed like a cool dude, and definitely a possible future homie.


    And then Mel was there, too, and it really felt like a big, happy reunion. "Mel, it's been a helluva long time! You still look good as *in' ever, though! And yes, Coppermine is younger than me– and to everyone here, Coppermine is probably really *in' old. Like, old as balls old." The news that Ululare was back surprised Tiresias as well, and he immediately started looking around for his other brother. "Have you seen him around?" He asked Kaiser and Melantha. "I miss that ol' *er!"


    "In fact," Tiresias said as he looked around at his friend and brother, and then everyone else gathered there, "I missed both of you very much! It's so *in' good to be back!"

  • PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY – plot w tiresias!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]that's right, folks!


    tiresias mortis, ex-deputy, warmaster, third tier and second tier of bloodclan, is a really, really old bloodclan character. like, really old. like, two-three-years-old old. that's older than most everyone in bloodclan today! (show me someone older who is active and i'll give you a cookie legit draw you something, my deviantart is here)


    but just because he's old as balls doesn't mean he can't have any fun, right? and his body's not that old, anyway (it's young and sexy), so fire away the plots, amigos!


    tiresias is NOT open to:
    • killing / injuring / maiming (he doesn't have multiple possessions anymore so we gotta make this body last ok)
    • litters (for right now, at least)
    • being captured


    tiresias IS open to:
    • love plots (will be really picky though)
    • one-sided crushes
    • friends / homies
    • drinking buddies / stoning buddies
    and pretty much anything else, so suggest away!

  • BEACH BLONDES – open, swimming at a lake!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias looked up at Pollux and grinned. He flicked his tail, splashing up droplets of water, and then replied, "Yeah, man! Usually I hate the goddamned water, but this is *in' awesome! Wanna join me?" Was Pollux being sarcastic? Tiresias couldn't tell, but the devilish side of him told him that he should just act like it regardless. He was having a blast, anyway.


    The ex-deputy looked over at Cesar, the lopsided grin still plastered on his face, and said to the merjaguar, "Swimming's much easier for you than just good old walkin', huh? Little question here, anyways– what are you, exactly? A fish? A jaguar? Like, what the hell do I refer to as your species?" He meant it in the most polite way, but Tiresias was always more blunt than tactful– even when he was being tactful, he still didn't sugarcoat things. You couldn't sugarcoat battle (which Tiresias was accustomed to), and you couldn't sugarcoat Tiresias. And that was only fair, because Tiresias couldn't sugarcoat words.


    His roleplayer read too deeply into things, didn't she.

  • climbing the spires | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias quirked an invisible eyebrow at Pollux. "Are you sure," the ex-deputy barked, "That that's a good idea? Because, if you slip, you're kinda *ed."


    He sure wasn't gonna climb, but he did think that Pollux was pretty brave for trying. Tiresias wasn't a heights man (though if anyone bet he couldn't climb the spire, you can bet your ass he would to prove them wrong). "Still, though, that's *in' badass, man." the maned wolf called up at the snow leopard. At this point, dying was kind of mundane for Tiresias (he'd done it so many times in so many different bodies), so you might as well find a way to do it that's fun, right?