Posts by SHORTSTUFF !

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"Really? I thought fire was cold." The fennec hummed sarcastically as she approached, her bushy tail twitching in disinterest. Yaaawn.

"that bitch over there."

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Trip? Shortstuff respected the leader to a degree. Badromance? Shorty didn't have a lick of it for the foreigner yet. She especially didn't like this leader's fucking attitude, as hypocritical as that sounded. Jeez, people were so hypersensitive these days. The fennec innocently tilted her head and batted her eyes at Badromance. "I'm sorry, I thought you were a leader, not a dictator." She responded innocently. "Freedom of speech exists for a damn reason, you know. And I can be as sarcastic as I want. I actually have a sense of humor." The fennec spat back, before stalking off without another word.

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"Yayyyy. The Fennec Fox welcoming committee is here." Shorty's sarcastic banter came from the distance as she trotted up to stand beside Admin, an expression of disinterest plastered onto her face. "What the horny lady said." She remarked later, before conjuring up some gummy bears and munching away.

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Shortstuff hated greeting joiners. She guessed she could try to be nice for once- what, with Badromance getting offended and butthurt over her having a damn sense of humor. The fennec slowed to a stop and stared at the sketching feline, her expression unimpressed. "Hey, nerd. What do you want?" She asked bluntly, "And what's your name, for that matter? I'm not doing the stupid 'name and business' shit because that gets old as fuck. And it sounds stupid."

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"I'm, like, eight inches tall. You don't need to look so nervous." Shorty snapped as she approached, annoyance still thick in her tone of voice. She stared at this newcomer- despite being older, she still had to look up. Fuck being a fennec fox.

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"And remember to inhale and exhale if you want to breathe." Shorty rumbled sarcastically as she began baby-kicking her hind paws around. Of course, this got her... somewhere. She was kind of like a tiny motor boat.

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Shortstuff simply nodded and padded happily after the other feline, her bushy tail twitching to and fro.

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This was about as nice as Shorty was going to get. The fennec nodded a little at his ... optimism and felt herself throw up a little bit in her mouth. "Yeah, right. Welcome to Darkclan, I'm Shortstuff. Don't call me Shorty." She said simply. "I'd offer a tour but I hardly know this place myself."

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"I didn't put peppers in it! It's called scent manipulation, you dummy!" Shorty said in her defense, her voice losing its menacing tone and instead becoming a little more childish and laced with false-innocence again. "Jeeeeeez! You think you'd know how powers work!" She rolled her eyes and groaned a little, before she caught his next comment on her having.. actual fire. Legitimate fire.

"Yep, lemme just pull some burning flames out of my nonexistent pocket." Shorty grumbled, already getting fed up with this guy's stupidity.

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"... So the dude's speaking out against you guys, and you're all flipping the fuck out and acting like thaf Cipher guy was a while back? Nice leadership skills." Shortstuff thought to herself, a small smirk making its way onto her face. None of these fuckheads were suited for leadership. If a few words or members that were done with their shit pissed them off this much, they were better off as ordinary scum of the earth.

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Oh this was rich.

"When did I ever agree to you lot being my "family"?" Shorty threw back with a raise of her brow and sniff. "Ah, right. Never." She said firmly, locking gazes with Historia and snarling a little. She was already getting fired up by this talk. So this bitch was literally telling her to put on some cute show and not be the real her? To be some kinda pansy-ass that can't take a few insults? Fuck no. The Fennec fox's hard gaze never quite left Historia's as she continued, deciding to chew this lady out before she got the fuck out of dodge.

"So, what you're saying is: hey! Stop being the Shortstuff you are, and start being the Shortstuff I wanna see!" The Fox chided loudly, her tone more mocking than it was distressed. She saw this coming. This new leader was too sensitive for her tastes. She'd tried to be polite, but everyone here was so hyper-fucking-sensitive. They were weak. The fox snapped her teeth together and elected to continue, "Here- I'll make shit easier for you. I'll leave. If you're going to dictate how I live my fucking life, and dictate how others live theirs, I'm getting the fuck outta here. I didn't know I was a member of some clan run by a tyrannical bitch who likes to force others into being as hyper-sensitive as she is." With an exaggerated bow and an irritated snarl, Shorty turned.

"Oh, yeah. To solidify that Anti-Clan vibe? Try not to let words hurt you- it makes you look like a wuss. the whole sicks n' stones saying, y'know?" She didn't even bother to look over her shoulder before she got the hell out of there, kind of wishing she'd been able to chew out this wench more.

// aaaaaand she's left Darkclan. IC OPINIONS BTW AAA

goodbye friends she is gone

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"PUT ME DOWN, YOU PEDO-LARDASS!"

Belial was, literally, a demon. The Lord of Lies. A being from hell. His partner was also a demon in the literal sense. Both of them were not mere mortals like the rest of The Exiles or the rest of this damn world. Shortstuff fell under the category of 'mortal', but her attitude and her demeanor gave her the nickname 'satan'. 'Devil'. A demon in a metaphorical sense, but not for no reason. No, Shortstuff had a tongue that was sharp enough to literally cleave a man clean in half. She trusted no one and expected no one to trust her in return. No one was worth her fucking time unless they proved it so.

When she was flung harshly onto the ground by her captor, the Fennec Fox was sent sprawling through the dust. She snarled and attempted to kick some dirt into the eyes of Belial, her lips peeled back to reveal needle sharp teeth. "Keep your fuckin' hands to yourself, you perverted fuck!" She yapped, then directed her gaze toward Bill Cipher. "Oh, piss off, you stupid dorito cyclops! Your lack of original insults make me die a little on the inside."

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"Yeah, I have a fuckin' temper. You'd be fucking pissed if some egotistical jackass decided to pluck you up and abduct you, too." She pressed bitterly, her large ears pinned against her narrow skull in distaste. She hardly paid much attention to Bill or Governor. HEr gaze remained mostly fixated on Belial- although tears soon flooded her eyes as she felt herself.. burning. Burning from the inside out. The fennec fox had to bite back a wail of alarm and agony at the feeling within her body. Instead, she clamped her jaws together and squeezed her eyes shut, her scrawny body trembling.

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She was still weakly twitching as she tried her damn hardest to hold back wails and screams of pain as her body continued to light her veins on fire. She twitched and kicked around, before she suddenly stopped as Belial suddenly teleported in front of her and she felt a knife- serrated and sharp- force its way through her fur and flesh and into her boiling body. That was enough to break down the strong and hot-headed facade she put on, and bring about a shriek of pain. Shortstuff's crocodile tears instantly began spilling down her cheeks- fat and wet- and dotted the ground beneath her paws. "F-FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING SADISTIC PIECE OF--"

Her shriek of rage was cut off by the feeling of something being tied around her neck. Instinctively, Shortstuff began to flail her body from side to side and snapped her jaws a few times. She stopped quite quickly, however, when she felt metal push its way into the flesh just above her sternum and just beneath her chin. She drew in a sharp breath and squeezed her teary eyes shut, her body shaking furiously from side to side. "F-Fuckyou... Fuckyou,fuckyou,fuckyou,fuckyou!" She swore over and over again just beneath her breath. She was terrified, but determined to keep herself looking as strong as humanly possible.

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He was mocking her and, despite the fact that she was a sobbing and hysterical wreck, she was still determined to bite right the fuck back. The fennec flared her nostrils and eventually drew in a gurgling breath. "G-G-Go f-fuck y-yourself with a rusty pike, y-you meme-loving f-fUCK---!" Her insult soon turned into a swear of pain. The fork did, indeed, dig a bit deeper into her chest and chin. Blood was beginning to bloom around the edges of the punctures, and it slowly began to creep down her neck.

Without much hesitation at all, she shrieked out again as a gang of needles pricked her in the hind leg. She kicked out reflexively and bit back another wail as Belial's knife steadily tore through whatever was in its path- leaving a jagged, gaping wound in its wake. "F-FUCK YOU!" She snarled vehemently, her angry facade still trying its hardest to remain strong. It was failing, and failing damn fast.

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At this point, she was too afraid to respond. Instead, the Fennec elected to shoot Belial a hard and furious look. If she could kill people with her gazes alone, Belial could consider himself exorcised and sent back to whatever circle of hell he'd crawled out of in the first place. Unfortunately for the tiny fox, however, she couldn't kill this dickhead even if she tried. As more Exilers gathered to watch her be humiliated, she felt a fresh rush of tears fill her eyes as she let out a warped sob.

It twisted into a snarl of pain as she hit the ground, sending te Heretic's fork jerking deeper into her flesh. This wasn't good at all. Feebly, the tiny creature squirmed and attempted to tilt her head back further as if to keep the fork out of her chin and sternum. She clenched her teeth together and briefly opened them as the flesh along her back was neatly peeled away- almost like a ribbon being pulled off of a present. She clamped her jaws shut again to muffle another shriek and bit down, quite harshly, on her tongue. Her hind leg continued to weakly kick about as this carried on.