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  • I am a semi-automatic lonely boy // Traveler

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    "Neither," the cougar respond promptly with a smile as soon as the word's left that thing's 'mouth'. Was there a word for, didn't give a shit? Even though this group was technically an anticlan, they were so insignificant on the face of this planet for having no real reputation. "Game? Boy, did I wish it was a game," the feline would let out a rumbling laugh at the stranger's next statement, unfortunately, life wasn't a game, "I'm just a simple traveler, I'm just here to look." That was the synopsis of his lifestyle, just to look.


    As for the second arrival, he could tell that these folks weren't too friendly. It was a shame since he was planning on maybe settling down here for a few moons. But then again, what did he expect for trespassing on some anti-clan's lands? Insinuating that he was a dumbass was uncalled for however. "Marshall," the golden pelted feline would then add, "you guys want me to leave? Cos, I can do that though I don't really want to." Hint hint.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN | UPDATED; 3/6/17

  • TASTEFUL [P; WEREWOLF ATTACK]

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    It was a regular night and the cougar had already found himself a nice spot to rest. He was pretty beat from the day of travel and was falling rather quickly to sleep until he heard footsteps. His blue-green eyes would snap open and the feline would quietly rise to his feet. It wasn't often that he encountered another and he wasn't about to fall asleep with some stranger about. Milwaukee wasn't keen on dying anytime soon. Exiting his temporary shelter, the mountain lion would catch a whiff of the stench of blood and death. It was a familiar smell, comforting to say the least but it was also a sign that there was possible danger. "Hey!" He would then call out, hopefully whoever this was would show themselves. He needed to see what he was dealing with.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

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  • I am a semi-automatic lonely boy // Traveler

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    Oh boy, she took his words too literally. "It's just a phrase, you know? Can't have people on my ass screaming 'did you just assume my gender you misogynist pig?'" The mountain lion added with another slight laugh, noting the creature's aggressive step forward. "Aight, aight, so you don't appreciate visitors but how bout your leader cos I don't really care for your feelings, only rules," he stated bluntly, a smirk on his lips. But sike! He didn't care for rules either, hence the free birdness. Honestly, he was dragging this out so he could stay in this nice place a few second longer.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

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  • Everything I've ever known is wrong // Traveler

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    He more or less drifted through the jungle in a trance-like state, as if he was listening to some sort of music that only he could hear. In fact, there was a little melody that played in his head. It was the strangest tune, he couldn't remember where he had heard it but the song seemed to get louder and louder as each month passed. And of course, to make matters even more ominous, it had began as a faint whisper when he first came back to life. Eerie.


    But he was very conscious and very aware that he was trespassing on this newly reformed clan's land. The golden pelted mountain lion did not give a shit, however. He was a traveler and no imaginary line was going to stop him from his exploration especially since this place promised many aesthetically pleasing things from what he had heard.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN | UPDATED; 3/6/17

  • I am a semi-automatic lonely boy // Traveler

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    What? "You retarded?" He would ask, genuinely confused of where she got the idea that he was calling for help. Whatever this thing was, it didn't have a brain. It seemed like nothing would even happen if he spoke to it, "go get your head checked, dude, before it's too late." But wasn't this creature a weirdo too? What's with that smoke shit? Oh boy, was this bitch one of the many demons running around the world at the moment? 'She' didn't seem too far off from it. "Bruh, chill," he would then remark, noticing Rae's form warping. To be honest, it was pretty cool but it made 'her' butt ugly at the same time. Anyway, it didn't seem like she wanted to enlighten him on the rules of this place.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

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  • Everything I've ever known is wrong // Traveler

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    What's with all the weird looking creatures these days? The other week he had talked to a thing that posed as a female but was made of weird smoke. Now, there's a pastel coloured femme with wings addressing him. At least this one wasn't a rude bitch. If anything, weird colors aside, Pixel looked like a nice creature. And then a normal looking one arrived, some kind of small cat. He wasn't sure which type but they looked pretty average. More women.


    "Oh, I'm just a traveler, totally harmless," the golden pelted cougar would respond promptly with a smile of his own, "I heard that the Knights of Eden was being reformed and I wanted to check it out, since the last time I didn't have a chance." He didn't speak any lies at the moment, well, the 'harmless' part was rather sketchy. But as long as these creatures didn't hurt him, he would fight them either. He just wanted to see things after all.
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN | UPDATED; 3/6/17

  • I testify like a lullaby of memories // Traveller

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    And then, his travels lead him here to the Rift, another place that he had never seen. He was currently in the pine forest that seemed to make up 99.99% of the territory in his opinion. But thankfully, it smelled nice. The cold morning's condensation on the pines emitted the classic forest smell that the cougar had grown to like. It was like one of those candles you could get from Bath and Body works, but better since it was in real time with real trees.


    Anyway, no one had apprehended him yet. He supposed that was good new though he was hoping for a bit of conversation or something. It had been a few days since he last spoke to someone. But, that wasn't the main goal here, finding the castle that the Rift members lived in was. Thinking about the end goal, the feline would begin to notice a pattern. A lot of groups seemed partial to living in castles and large buildings similar to it. His birthplace, Westeros was filled with them, the Kismet Union had some greek architecture, and the other he visited, the Knights of Eden was pretty medieval like as well. What's with that trend?
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    [center]I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN | UPDATED; 3/6/17

  • SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN // MAEGOR'S TAGS

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  • SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN // MAEGOR'S TAGS

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  • THE FISTERHOOD OF TRAVELING PANTS — storage

    VIOLENT SHRIEKING
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    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17

  • SHOOT ME UP TO ENTERTAIN // MAEGOR'S TAGS

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    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17

  • BANG BANG, GIMME FAME // Disorientated Joiner

    God wasn't this fucking pathetic? He was pathetic. Afflicted by a migraine, the pale golden lion stumbled through the strange territory. He was damned lost for sure. For the past few moons, he had a quiet existence in the King's Wood in his raven form but when his brother died, it triggered a series of suppressed memories. He had crippling headaches for weeks after that. Sure, he remembered a lot of shit about himself, his former self, but he was barely capable of thinking for the whole duration.

    When his conscious finally returned to him, he was staggering through the territory of the Skulls, but of course he wouldn't know that. The remainder of the migraine prevented him from figuring that out. It just looked like a jungle to him. "Fuck," he muttered weakly, his disused vocal cords straining from the effort of speaking one word. He was tired and riddled with dehydration and starvation, it wasn't like he could hunt for shit in this condition. Finally, his body gave out and the lion collapsed into a heap. The only signs of life could be observed from his half lidded seafoam eyes, they were still vibrant despite his weakness, and the slow rise and fall of his chest, his lungs weren't ready to give up yet either.

    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17

  • BANG BANG, GIMME FAME // Disorientated Joiner

    He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to rest for a while before attempting to get up again. However, a small voice caught his attention. Had he crossed over some clan's border? Most likely. Weakly shifting his head towards the ferret, the dry mouth of the lion would open to answer the question, "a cigarette." That's all he wanted but not what he needed. Anyhow, he ended up coughing, the irritating dryness in his throat tickling him, "and water. Please." Then he finally attempted to move again, the scarcely maned wildcat would manage to lift his upper body up into a sitting position though he was still slouched. "Where's this?" He spoke again despite the fact that he should be conserving his energy, his curiosity won over his health per usual.

    //Hi and thank you!! :^)

    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17

  • BANG BANG, GIMME FAME // Disorientated Joiner

    The Skulls? He remembered them but it wasn't like he knew much about them. The only type of pirate-y behaviour he was aware about was the classic 'rape and pillaging' that the ironborn in Westeros were so fond of. Were the Skulls somewhat similar to his home clan's seapeople? If so, he would be rather pleased with that fact. Maegor has never been a peaceful creature anyway, he craved violence. "Thank you," the lion coughed, his lean frame quaking as he did, "I'm Maegor." The birthname of his just slipped out. Of course, if this had been a few moons back, he wouldn't have made that mistake. He absolutely abhored his given name, after all, who wanted to be named after some ancient deceased ancestor? His brothers had no problem with that but he did. He had wanted his own original name but that principle was long forgotten by Maegor.


    After a pause, the weary beast, still cursing his own weakness, was about to speak once more but refrained when Selfdestruction arrived. She offered him a cig and the light golden pelted lion would offer a grateful smirk back before accepting it, "a lighter would be nice." He has elemental powers but in his current state, he couldn't so much. Talking and thinking with a pounding headache wasn't fun after all. "And," he then added, "I'll join too, I guess." He coughed, plagued by his dry throat but his loquaciousness still urged him to keep speaking. "That is, if I don't die first," he would grin jokingly as he somehow managed to keep himself in a sitting position.


    /mobile

  • WILDER THAN LIONS // open, joining // LOUDER THAN SOUND

    "Bill fucking Cipher," the lethargic looking lion would sneer as he joined his group of clanmates. Oh did he have history with this guy. Maybe it wasn't as much as some in his clan had, but it was enough for Maegor. Anyhow, this 'history' was back in the time when the golden furred feline lead the Exiles. Westeros and the degenerate's group of rogues had been at eachother's throats for a while and he, Milwaukee was the name he went by, had spent most of his time in the Exiles in his raven form, whether it was spying or taking shits on creatures faces in the middle of meetings. Honestly, the latter was his most proud accomplishment, not a lot of creature can claim that they pooped on Bill Cipher. But even with all that behind him, he never hated the bicolored male. In fact, Maegor had always grudgingly admired and respected Cipher's ballsyness. Not a lot of creatures had that kind of spunk and sheer survivability. Well, maybe not the latter, Bill's strange speech pattern made the pale golden lion to think otherwise.

    "Didn't expect to see you again," he added with a smirk, fully expecting for the feline to not recognize him at all. He then turned to Sel and added, "but if we're voting, I'd vote to let him stay. A little bit of infamy doesn't hurt, right?" And hell, they could use this monster too. It was a win-win though some of their allies maybe bothered by it. But who cares? They were pirates.

    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17

  • BANG BANG, GIMME FAME // Disorientated Joiner

    Sel? Short name, good. It'll be easy to remember. He would offer a nod of thanks to the femme when she passed the lighter to him. Popping the thin cancerstick into his mouth, he would deftly light the cylindrical object and hand the lighter back to the femme. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, the lion sighed with contentment. It's been a long time since he tasted the acrid smoke, it was nice.

    Tucking the cig in his paw so he could speak, the generally maneless lion would shake his head. "I dunno, to be honest. My heads killing me, painkillers ain't worth shit," he revealed with a snort which devolved into a few coughs, "but I probably can't die even if I feel like it." He offered a confident grin, "so I wouldn't be a waste of resources, promise." He would bring up a paw and cross his heart before setting it down once more. Sel seemed like a nice creature, he'll be civil around her.

    Noticing another creature approach, he would take in their frail appearance rather curiously. But hey, he couldn't say much about that considering his own stature at the moment; starved as shit. Anyhow, the fact that she offered him water put the femme in his good books. "Bless your soul," the lion would cough after taking another drag of the cig that was probably destroying his throat faster than before. he gratefully accepted the skin of water and sipped it. He was well aware that if he guzzled it down, he might suffer more later down the road. "Calla? It's a pleasure to meet you," the lion offered back after swallowing one more gulp of water. God it was so soothing. "Damn, feeling better already. Thanks," he did. The water did wonders to mediate the pounding headache he had, "is there anything I should be aware of as a Skullclanner by the way?"

    I GOT A FEVER FOR THE VIOLENT BEHAVIOR

    I'M SWEATING BULLETS LIKE A MODERN ROMEO | TAGS | 6/22/17