Posts by Ryan Haywood

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Ambling along behind Jack was the bulky form of the other larger member of their little group, Ryan had been to the last meeting and had been uncharacteristically vocal during it as well. The tom stepped lightly around the other gent before placing himself next to Ray where he and the red tabby essentially sandwiched in the two lads between them, now all they needed was Michael 'dog piling' onto the scene and Jeremy wedging himself in to complete the set.
With a brisk yawn the sable settled himself down into a more comfortable position to watch what was going on, wondering if maybe there was going to be another raid or something; he enjoyed those!

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look at these beebs and their matching icons im crying aaaa

I like making badges so im kinda tempted to do team gent, team lad badges for fun!

IM ALSO OFF WORK!

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"I imagine its a lot of work corralling this group of miscreants." He'd seen his previous leader run ragged just trying to control a group of six of them, poor Geoff-fellow didn't get near enough credit for what he had to put up with.
An almost blissful sigh escaped the tom as the sun was granted permission to fall down on him once more, warming his pale coat quickly; he did like the heat moreso than the cold. The cold draped over him and made him feel rigid and unnatural, but with warmth came life-a feeling of being part of something bigger. It was nostalgia for his kithood, nestled alongside the cozy form of a mother. Speaking of mothers...
"Eva, has a nice ring to it...so does mom but I don't fancy that joke would play over well with your mate." Ryan was the cheeky sort, despite having not romantic interest in anyone he had a habit of flirting mostly to get a rise out of others but also because it was a good facade for his poor social skills. You didn't flirt if you weren't good at talking to others, which he wasn't-so he faked it for appearances half the time.
Her name was nice, it had an angelic ring to it like it was ripped right from the folds of some biblical reference, but Ryan knew better. Despite his scarred form and gruff looks he was an avid scholar of sorts-enjoying a good read and full of varying bits of knowledge. None of it was particularly useful, but it was interesting.
"Bearer of good news, you are a ray of light fallen upon the desolate undergrowth of hell that is this realm laid in shadows and waste." He also had a habit of waxing poetically without much warning or reason, but hey-it sounded pretty cool.

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I'm EST too but I run closing shifts so I don't get off until like 9 xD

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"God...dammit, Gavin." The curse was muttered quietly like a prayer, Ryan sighing with a tired breath and exaggerated roll of his eyes upon approaching onto the scene and seeing what had occurred. It's like Gavin existed as a walking accident. Paint a park bench and he'd be the first to sit his fucking ass on it regardless of the 'wet paint' sign.
"I'm starting to think you do this on purpose. For attention." It wouldn't surprise him really, the winged tom was on the top of the list of those who would yell 'hey, watch this' and then do something alarmingly ignorant under the pretenses of being cool. Ryan was almost tempted not to help him and even walked past the flailing lad to examine Ray's little hovel with a smirk and arched brow line, "No place like home, eh?", but of course the mewling 'Gavin noises' were getting bothersome and so he turned to try and pluck the siamese out by grabbing him by the back of his scarf and just yanking him up in the air.

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^{M-murrrrddeerrrr buddies with Ryan? <3 he hates the exiles too~}

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His reason for being perched at the border? Well, this place was called The Garden right? And gardens had flowers, yeah? And he knew two people in BloodClan who he regarded as 'flower types' that might appreciate an actual floral arrangement that wasn't just popped into existence with flower prints.
It totally wasn't because he didn't HAVE flower prints, that would be silly-everyone and their mother had flower prints. Obligatory pause for a cough here.
Ryan just felt it'd be nice to get out of the territory for a while and since roses were such a bitch to find in their dark forest he went wandering off to obtain them elsewhere.
The sable had no ulterior motives, this time at the very least, and wondered whether or not he'd need to supply services in exchanges for the flora or if they'd just fork some over if he asked nicely enough.

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BloodClan's territory was lacking in something though he never could quite put his paw on exactly what. Perhaps it was because he'd gotten so accustomed to the towering castle of Eden that anything less was just a disappointment. They'd gone from sleeping in rooms with beds to little tunnels under the earth and although he was perfectly fine with either as long as Ray was there he felt it seemed less 'kingly' in his opinion. Hadn't that always been a dream of his? Reclaim his crown, his title of madness? Maybe a while ago he'd been hellbent on taking of the Knights, kicking Cavalrychoir down onto the ground and making him grovel, but now he'd lost that edge.
Ryan wasn't sure if he was disappointed over it or not, but he certainly disliked the idea he'd softened up.
He was a killer, born innocent and naive and bent and molded into the perfect weapon over time. He'd made a name for himself, emblazoned a reputation onto a battered black skull helmet and turned it into an idol to be feared. Now he was bumming around BloodClan waiting for the next fight when he use to just go out and start one himself.
Stepping along the cool grass of the forest he wondered briefly if it was worth it dropping by the Exiles and causing mischief...

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The words uttered in an almost desperate tone broke his heart, hadn't he just told Ray he wouldn't leave? But then he locked eyes with the dog and realized the real meaning behind his words. He didn't trust him. At first he felt a stab of pain at the thought, but why should he even be surprised? Hadn't he broken that trust once before? Stabbed Ray right in the back? Left him without a word?
Ryan had no right to feel hurt at the implications, he had no right to firmly deny that 'no, I totally mean it this time' when he'd basically spit in Ray's face before. There was more to it than just that too-he could almost feel the distrust now between them and he hated it, hated it with a passion.
But he'd done it to himself, he'd caused this. Ryan had no other choice than to simply try to fix it as best he could and he nodded mutely to Ray's words before dredging up the will to speak once more, "...okay.", he nodded numbly-eyes still wide and fearful as if he was being threatened, "...I promise...I'll tell you..." He had no intentions of leaving, but then again he hadn't before either. All the same, whatever helped-whatever put the other's mind at ease.
In saying such he felt a weight drift off his shoulders, they were still heavy; burdened with grief and guilt, but lighter all the same.
Now the air felt awkward and what he wanted was nothing more than to lift his paws and drag Ray in for a nearly bone crushing hug, get that sickly sweet scent of roses mixed with weed laced across his fur until he couldn't tell whose scent was whose anymore.
But he didn't, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to or not yet. He wasn't sure if it would put Ray off or upset him if he suddenly got physical without warning so in silence he lifted his paws in a sort of obscure gesture; hoping his intentions were clear but unable to form the words to say such due to the lump that had solidified in his throat and constricted his words.

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IM CRYING THOSE GIFS-lmao its so good, god I wanna go dig up Gifs too now aaaa

HEY how about a team same voice thread while I'm on a thread making roll?

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Ryan's blue gaze lazily drifted over to Alistaire as she approached, a quick cursory glance given to her travel bag and the sweet pungent scent of flowers wafting off of it, she seemed as if she was heading out rather than here to greet joiners or join herself. Duel-membership? Or merchant?, he wondered silently, sharp teeth still spread into a neat little smile across his maw.
"I was looking to see if I could obtain some fresh rose bushes, if there are a few to spare that i-" He stopped, curiously cocking his head to the side as Adeline roamed over.
Oh hey, it was the weird spider lady. That's right, she was leader here wasn't she? Ryan had seen her out and about BloodClan, mostly hanging around Moge-ko and the like.
"M'lady Rose, fancy bumping into you~" The tom was, if anything, charismatic to a point but even he couldn't hold up such pretenses for long.
"I was curious if you happened to give out flower bushes or if you sold them rather, I don't mind a good trade though I daresay my services are the same sort of skills you yourself might have."
Killing shit and causing trouble was really all he had to bring to the table outside his witty banter.

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TINY BADGES YEHHHH-also i need to finish drawing aaa

IM OFF WORK AAAAAAAAA

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At the sound of his name his head was lifted, scowl in place in preparation for some kind of scolding that he clearly deserved but would argue against regardless, though imagine his surprise when it was not a punishment but reward that rang like bells from Evangeline's voice.

It was funny how his fellow crewmates were sharing the exact same thoughts he himself was mulling over in his head. He'd vowed to protect those he cared for, the circle of the others around him and those that happened to catch his favor, but outside this small group the world itself was fair game. Give him an inch and he'd take a mile, the tom had the small taste of power now dotting the tip of his tongue and it was something he'd always craved despite his own inward protests. In Eden he had fought tooth and claw with Cavalry over the crown, threatened the other with sharp words and sharper claws and now he was in the fun position of being in a clan that didn't turn their nose up at his actions.
For most Ryan was only a danger to any outside BloodClan, but there was always that chance he might turn inward on those who could be considered obstacles.
His blue eyes glazed over briefly, he could see the sparkle and sheen of a crown but at Jack's polite comment he snapped back to himself and turned to the other gent with confusion on his maw.
Jack was all friendly and smiling but he could sense the depths that warned him there.
"...thanks.", he responded, ears flattening and tail lashing before he rose to his paws and left the scene without another word.

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The weather was the perfect backdrop for a battle, it would cleanse the earth of the blood soon to be spilled and kept the combatants cool in the heat of the day. The dramatic display added to the tone of the setting as well and being the poetic bastard he was he much fancied a fight in the rain-perhaps with a low piano cord playing gently in the background.
"I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought~"
Merrily lifting his paws along the mud and slush of the softened ground the sable ambled along onto the scene with his weapon clasped between his teeth.

Leader of the Exiles-! A target worthy of his axe! While he wasn't quite Bill Cipher the sable knew enough about Rick to consider him prey of the highest magnitude. A hunt he could invest his time in and receive more back than any lesser foe.
He was moving forward at blinding speeds, axe handle in his maw and blade a silver streak as he rushed past any other Exiler present in order to direct his focus on the big prize. Skidding to a stop he used his momentum to send the axe flying through the air-spinning in a full rotation towards Rick's head.

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I had 666 a while back I screenshotted lol

TIME TO POST-cause I'm also drawing aaaa

Eyo, get your chat on here!

May or may not have done a thing...

Holding a mini-event or Raid? Got an adoption going on? Post the link below here so others can see it in case it gets buried under other threads on the board!

CURRENT EVENTS:
i'll never be more || MEETING || than a wolf at your door
CRADLE SNATCHING / have your character kidnapped and taken to the cartel!
JOIN A DRUG RING / customer or worker!
JOIN A PROSTITUTION RING / worker or customer / "VIVIENNE'S BEAUTIES"
BUSTING DOWN THE DOOR | open + raid on DarkClan

PAST EVENTS:

^{might have started a drug cartel with ryan}