Posts by Ryan Haywood

http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2175957.0

*sneaks in* get yer labryinth revenge. im letting him get fucked up cause...YEH

"Ha, jokes on you fatass. Biting my head off is a task reserved for Cavlarychoirs." Which the Juror would do when he found out Ryan had pulled this stunt to begin with but the sable had no regrets, the Exiles deserved a good roughing up anyways.
With a low growl he tugged back on the chain holding him, rattling it loudly in the process.

"Hopefully the crazy shit wasn't about me. Shhh, don't tell Littlescout okay?" The domestic gave a wink, paw held to his mouth as he whispered out his words loudly in mock secrecy.
"Those bodies were there when I got here, I SWEAR."

Claws digging in the ground he couldn't dodge properly with the stupid chained collar around his throat and so his face met a foot full of sharp talons and with a snarl he blindly lashed out to retaliate only for his side to be torn open as well and the domestic went down against his better judgement.
The chain tangled around a fore-paw and he kicked violently to try and right himself back up.
"Y-you weak bitches don't wanna go one on one?!"

^{If anything it was being mocked that tore at him more violently than any claw or knife, he hated it-hated that condescending voice and its degradation and he snapped his teeth at Burningcastle's legs as he was shoved down into the dirt.
The mention of a rabbit made him suck in his breath in a choked, furious noise and he went rigidly still. Was that a threat? Was that a comment of going after Ray if he fought back?
NOT fighting back was not a thing Ryan was capable of, he had a constant desire to strike out against those that annoyed him or pissed him off and it took every last drop of willpower not to lash out towards the raptor, though the sudden fucking knife in his shoulder helped stop that impulse by pinning that side of his body down.
"Leave him out of this." Came the low hiss of a response.}

kno-- wrote:

[fancypost bgcolor=#c15470; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px;]WE WOULD SCREAM TOGETHER SONGS UNSUNG ★[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]whispers
i need someone to rescue kno from the exiles
if anyone wants to[/fancypost]

[size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/size]

^{*VOLUNTEERS AGGRESSIVELY*}

^{"aw, they took the quiet masked girl. kinda liked her..."}

"CHOO CHOO!"
A bellow sounded at the far edge of the territory and in full bull-form the sleek brown sergeant went hurtling in, blue eyes narrowed and the septum piercing strung through the front of his nostrils rattling noisily as he charged in.
The gray and black splotched Exiler was the target of the large mammal and scuffing the ground once for traction Ryan went rushing ahead right for him, head lowered and sharpened horns pointed inward to attempt to pierce through the Reverant before his horrific torture of the knight could continue.
"THE FUCK TRAIN HAS NO BRAKES!"

^{I was gonna suggest that Cav and Ryan plot a rescue but...Ryan is the daring reckless sort so he ran off ahead and alone since...dumb cow-cat. xD}

^{dammit he should have ran in there screaming yolo! that's more ray's thing tho....he still stole one of ray's catchphrases but yolo would have been better :c I regret}

This was just silly-not really the sort of thing he normally did, but every once in a while a good ridiculous game was necessary to keep one at a healthy level of normalcy. So he told himself anyways.
Ryan grinned at the sarcasm, shrugging his shoulders upward and pretending to holster his imaginary gun, "That depends, would you slaughter some Exilers with me and whisper my name as you did so? That's more like my sort of fetish anyways..." And then he was shot-THE BETRAYAL!
He wasn't sure what hurt worse, his fake gun-shot wound or the pun.
Ryan fell back, one paw clutching his chest and the other extended upward into the air as if grasping for something to hold, "Tell Cavalry that I...think...he's a huge dick...blegh." And dead. Or fake dead. His acting could use some work.

they are littlescout's shoulder angel/devil combo.

cav: "no, we need to think this through!"
ryan: "just stab them all in the face and be done with it!"

"Well, you can wear a mask if you can find one in your size-OOF." His sassy retort was cut off by a sudden weight on his chest, blue eyes glancing upward at the rabbit now perched atop him like some triumphant lord.
"All hail Brownman, he didn't really do anything at all but okay." Plucking a rose off the nearest bush he threw it upward toward the rabbit before rolling over without warning to try and throw him off where he was once again towering over the bunny.
"BUT WHAT'S THIS-the battle hasn't ended yet! The Mad king has one last plot up his sleeve of tricks!" And with that he promptly went to lay down, flopping over the rabbit and trying to squish him beneath the much larger feline.

"Unless of course you want to fuck up the Exiles, in which case MY services are always on the floor." Ryan appeared next to Cavalry with a sly grin, eyeing the lion who claimed himself the Emperor of the Dominion. That place, huh? Never been there. Heard the parties were choice though~
At the Juror's mention of a member exchange he almost wanted to laugh and make a joke, 'What? Trying to get rid of me, Cav? Won't be that easy.' But the chocolate sable held his tongue with a smile.

{ooc; Nightmare can take off a whole leg if he wants o u o, I'm fine with whatever really-so long as he can make a break for it later. So missing one leg works xD Broken ribs, broken bones, gashes-sa'll good! *whispers* i am sorry ryan)

Ryan dug his claws into the ground, teeth clenched so tightly he cut into his cheek and drew blood, "You touch him and there won't be a seconds REST for what I'll do to you. I'll pluck every god damn feather off of you and roast you with your own fire you pussy ass egg-laying son of a bitch." While his voice barely rose above its normal speaking tone his words were forced out with vehemence, sharp and hissing.

^{"Fuck yo-AGH!" It was the first pained sound that he let slip past his lips and it was strangled choking noise from having a god damn raptor suddenly stomp down on his already wounded side, he felt himself pushed into the ground-the force enough to elicit another sharp noise from his throat as his rib cage bent under the weight and something inside him simply gave way with a snap.
Ryan jerked upward at it but grit his teeth once more to hold in the sounds, not willing to give them the satisfaction of knowing it had actually hurt far worse than he thought.
"Picking on a god DAMN rabbit-you bitches must have n-nothing better to do!" The stalagmites fell around him and he ducked his head, the sharp stings of them slicing close and tearing flesh provoking a snarl of protest.}

The domestic chuckled at the comical sight of the rabbit's head simply popping up next to him, he shifted his weight enough to keep from actually smothering the other to death but made no attempt to remove himself.
"Attacked? Naw. We're just gonna take a nap. A nap sounds super nice. YUP. NAPPING." He deliberately turned so that one paw was flopped over atop Ray's head and the fake snoring he began to make was more akin to a bear growling than anything. Jack would probably be offended if he heard such a noise.

"Hhhehh...I think...it's...an improvement...on your looks..." The domestic wheezed out, the pressure on his chest combined with what was most likely a few broken ribs made banter difficult. Also breathing. Breathing hurt like a bitch too.

Yeah, he tended to generate a lot of heat. Being big and covered in fur did that. Sleeping next to Jack during the winter had probably saved all of their asses considering that bears were basically just big furry bonfires.
Ryan considered letting Ray up, given he wasn't sure if he was joking-until paws set to rolling over his sides and he instinctively rolled away, paw going out to swat at the rabbit and through stifled laughter he managed out a, "No-stop-", before rolling right into the nearest rose bush with a startled mewl, "SHIT-OW!" Ohgod, there were thorns EVERYWHERE-there were thorns in his Hello Kitty bandaids on top of other places. Ow-OW-OUCH-!

{ooc; swift ninjassssss}

The domestic twisted, but once more found himself unable to pull his arm back and the metallic bear's claws cut in deep enough to make him bite his lips in an attempt not to cry out.
And then there was Burning, kicking a guy while he was done. Low blow. He'd remember that, remember this, he was going to come back and raise hell.
But for now he braced himself for what was to come, no way to escape then. Shit. SHIT.
"One...second...before you...do that...lemme just..." Ryan turned his paw to the side, lifted up one of the middle toes of said paw and flipped them all the bird one last time before said limb was removed. A moral victory.

^{Ryan had broken a bone before, he'd chased after some prey animal and run right off the edge of a ravine. Shattered his entire back leg, it was a surprise he hadn't had to have it amputated-but it paid to have friends with medical skills. Jack knew a lot, so did Ray, even ditzy little Gavin did as well. So fortunately for the domestic he'd been in good paws.
Here...here was different. It wasn't a clean break it was a jagged and brutal one and all his protests and determination couldn't stop the scream that rose up at the harsh snap of bone-couldn't stop the sound from escaping a second time when the limb was promptly taken right off with one axe swing. It was ironic. The axe was his favorite weapon and here it was, taking away one of his legs.
Ryan jerked back, away from the metallic ursine, twisted on the ground and curled inward tightly as every nerve ending screaming in protest to the horrific wound. Already his head was swimming in a daze, stomach lurching and when the shock set in it was a relief-temporarily.}