[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Awww, man, 'Lare. You don't wanna be partners wi' little old me? Even to a guy like me, that's cold," came the sarcastically petulant response to Ululare's statement. "I don't smell that bad, right? And I promise I won't drop ya, brother dear!"
"So, whaddaya say? be my trust partner?" Tiresias asked this in the prettiest, highest-pitched voice he could muster. "You simply must!"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias shrugged at that, but still grinned. Pollux seemed pretty chill. A cool cat– hah! No pun intended. "I was born a cat," the maned wolf said, trudging out of the water to stand near Pollux. You know, for polite conversation. "And I really *ing hate water, so I guess that carried through to this body, even though I'm kind of not a cat anymore."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]That voice. That... that voice...
Tiresias had definitely, definitely heard it before.
The maned wolf's ears swiveled and and then stopped, and Tiresias broke into a sprint, longass legs covering ground at double the distance of a shorter creature's. He burst into the clearing, top speed, and just caught the last glint of Ululare, winging off through the trees.
"Ululare, you old mother*er," he said almost in wonder, then looked at the dragon's body and back up at the sky a moment later. Oh, well! There would be time to catch up with his brother later, when he came back. Tiresias was in no hurry. He sat down in the middle of the clearing, then, thinking the better of it, stood up and looked over the black dragon. "Man, he really did a number on it, didn't he," the ex-deputy said, more to himself than to anyone else.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias looked at Queen, surprised. "Dibs? Man, that's *in' cold. The guy ain't even dead yet, and you're callin' dibs?" He twitched his white tail, and a chuckle rose in his throat. There was something almost funny about Queenslayer's comment. "Dude, you can just *ing get a different snow leopard body. Maybe a girl one? Or one who's not nearly as old. No offense, Pollux– you're a *ing baby compared to me," he offered.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]definitely !! c:
should they have a thread?
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias watched as Ululare winged back in, and then cackled. "That would just be a perfect *in' picture, wouldn't it now? But the neighborhood has to *ing sleep sometime, I guess, and all three of us here would just be one big party. Though, I do really *ing like parties," he added thoughtfully.
"Where I was? On my own little spirit walk, my friend. More like, I got *ing tired of the pomp and circumstance of clan life and decided to live like a *ing hermit in the woods, hiding like a little bitch in a cave and shxtting in holes. Vey, very fun." Decidedly, he sounded very sarcastic in that last bit, so Tiresias reiterated: "No, really, it was actually *ing fun. Reminded me of when I was younger. Y'know, I didn't come out of my mama's womb old as balls, though a lotta people seem t'think it." Here, Tire cackled again.
"Where were you, 'Lare? You can't have been in this *ing dragon the whole time, right? And, like, you look different." The maned wolf looked pointedly at Ululare's dragon wings and wicked teeth. "Somehow. More badass, yeah?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]@crim: i can c:
@nighttime: omg yes oMG YES
im pming you right now
ROMAN
: /screams yes yes yes
i can make, if u want !!
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Well, there wasn't much to say about the situation.
Tiresias had found a six-pack of beer in the woods and dragged it into a clearing, somehow managing to tear the cans of beer out of the plastic rings that held them together but then, when it came to opening the cans themselves to get to the drink he loved most, well, he fell short. First, the maned wolf tried picking them up and dropping them– which only succeeded in denting the cans– then he tried twisting the tabs on the top of the drink with his teeth, because hell, he'd seen people do that, again to no avail. The tabs twisted right off, and Tiresias was left staring at the drinks sulkily. The * was wrong with these things? Goddamned opposable thumbs. Why wouldn't the drinks just *ing open?!
He heard someone approach, and, without looking up, called, "Hey, man, you know how to open these *ing *es? They're, like, not *ing opening. At all. And, a waste of beer is a shame, so... I'll let you have one if you c'n open it."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]clicky here
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]anytime, guys !! c:
i'll post tomorrow, i gotta go to sleep soon
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]preach
bloodclan has always been in texas
bloodclan will always be in texas
there is no escape
though you're probably right about me never having been to germany haha
the closest i've been to germany was in the airport boarding a connecting flight to rabat, morocco and i don't even remember 'cause i was, like, five lol
....
ive never been to texas either
but my dog is named texas!! that's gotta count, right???
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias laughed, and then stopped laughing abruptly. "Wait. Who *ing exactly is falling first– you or me?" He gave Ululare a quizzical, slightly wary look that didn't do anything to touch the roguish light in his copper eyes. Like everything on Tiresias, when he grinned again, it hung lopsided on his muzzle. "'Cause, like, if I fall, you'll *in' catch me, right? Yeah?" Not that he didn't trust his brother.... ok, yeah, maybe there was a little bit of him that didn't trust his brother. Whatever. Overtake and overcome your fears, that's what they'd preached in old Bloodclan and that's what Tiresias believed in now. More like, they'ed preached "if your fear surfaces, rip out its throat", but that was just the same thing, right? Right. Definitely.
So, without further ado, Tiresias collapsed like a limp puppet, long, spindly maned wolf legs traveling in all directions. Um, yeah, hopefully Ululare caught him.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias looked at the group, yawned, and then sat near Cesar, before replying to what Jet had said: "She wants more booty? More body? Man, she don't need to announce it! All she needs t'do is *in' ask me." He then chuckled at his own joke, curling his tail around his paws. "Am-I-right, Cesar?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias saw Sola, but didn't say anything to Kaiser. This was gonna be great!
The maned wolf rolled his eyes away from the two canines and looked at Pollux slowly before replying, "Nothin' really, just, y'know, *in' cat stuff, brother dear. But of-*ing-course I'm not afraid of getting my damn fur dirty! I was just in the water!" He paused here, and a sly smile hung lopsided on his maw. "Dunno about you, though..."
With that, Tiresias charged playfully at Kaiser. If he hadn't been knocked into the water by Sola, there was a huge chance he would be now, and if the fourth tier was already in the water, then Tiresias would aim to jump on top of him and shove his head under the water momentarily. The maned wolf wasn't that heavy, anyway– in fact, he was pretty light, only being as tall as he was due to his really frigging long legs.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Ohohoho, this guy could wiggle dem eyebrows. Tiresias, not to be outdone, wiggled his non-existent eyebrows even more, putting what he thought was a "sexy" expression on his face and grinning lopsidedly. "Good I *in' called, then, huh?" He asked Cesar. He really wasn't sure how the jaguar got around, because, I mean, he had a *ing mermaid tail where his ass should be, but y'know. People managed. Somehow.
"So, brothah, work your *in' magic, man. How the * does one open these small shiny cans full of heaven?" Tiresias nudged a beer can over to his friend and watched closely, hoping to pick up on how he did it.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias nodded to Skyla, standing up quickly. "Gotcha." Then, he glanced at Jerome slyly. "Looks like it's you n' me, huh? You know any good places t'get *in' sweet rocks?"
/muselsess
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias looked at the dead bodies, then at Blackplague, then back at the dead bodies. He wasn't particularly put-off by the carnage at all; rather, he was slightly amused by it. Having been as old as he was, dead bodies were almost nothing to him. "Dude, when you tapped that guy on the chest, what power were you using? That was wicked *in' awesome!" Tiresias wanted that power. Think of how useful it could be! I mean, as an ex-warmaster, the maned wolf was already an expert at fighting, but one could always learn more... exotic ways, to spice things up a bit.
At the other creatures' dismay, Tire rolled his eyes. "It's not like they were allies or anything- the guys were *ing loners. Death is a part of Bloodclan, hence the damn name." Usually, Tiresias had patience with his clanmates, but weakness was not something he tolerated. They needed to stop being such *ies and man the * up.
/mobile
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Tiresias Mortis, at y'service."
Wow! A sentence without swearing, from this sailor's mouth? This was a first!
The maned wolf strode jauntily over to the gathering of assorted animals, a crooked grin hanging on his scarred yet handsome features. He was here because, like most others here, he wanted to make a point of knowing some more of his clanmates' names- not because he was new to Bloodclan (he had lived in Bloodclan most of his super-duper long life- but because he was freshly returned to BC, and the more names and faces he knew, the easier it would be for him in the long run.
/mobile
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Yes, and I'M Tiresias Mortis," the maned wolf padded over to take a seat next to Melantha, imitating her tone playfully. "I used to be deputy, around the time your great-gramma was alive." He waited a moment, wondering if any surprise showed on Zydrate's features at this. At first glance, Tiresias seemed to be just your average partying young adult. However, just because his bod was young doesn't mean he was.
He curled his tail around his paws, eager to hear about how Zydrate was possessed.
/mobile
[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Tiresias whipped around as he heard his other brother's voice, grinning wildly. "My Kaiser senses are tingling," he told Ululare jovially, and at Kaiser's comment on how big the dragon was, Tiresias cackled madly. "If you're into that, brothah. You really can *in' screw anything, can't you?" Man, this was awesome! All three of them here, making dirty jokes and freakin' out the neighborhood like always.
Oh, yeah, Ululare probably didn't know about Russ' name change. Tiresias turned back to his dragon brother and said, "By the way, 'Lare, Russ here changed his name. He's called Kaiser now, apparently– Kaiser, as in kaiser roll, like the food. I have no *ing clue where inspiration for that came from. Maybe he was thinking of eating the buns like groceries and took it literally."
