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This was stupid. Everything was stupid. Why did it have to feel like everyone and everything was out to get me all the time? Every turn I took was the wrong one, every person I met found a way to take advantage of me, and every damn time I tried to enjoy myself something bad had to happen. Like now, for example.

I'd been walking all day trying to find some sort of shelter, and when I'd finally had the luck to find a hollowed out space in the roots of an old tree, the den had collapsed on me. Covered in dirt, bruises, and small cuts from the rocks, I pulled myself free of the loose dirt in a coughing fit, dragging myself a few feet away so that I could hunch over and gag up globs of dirt.

I was angry and terrified, and I hated that my body trembled from the rage and terror. Hated that it was so quick to betray how I felt and confirm the weakness that everyone knew lived inside me. My parents had known it. My littermates had known it. And when the other families had come to drive me away, they all let it happen.

"Damnit!" I growled, the outburst sending a nearby bird fluttering up into the trees.

It sucked, the tightness in my chest. It was the feeling you got after you exhausted yourself trying to get something just right only to have it all destroyed or taken away a moment later, disregarding all the effort you'd just put into it. Where was I going to sleep now? And my hip and shoulder stung from the cuts there, the blood darkening my fur from a light russet to a dark brown where it spread.

Welcome to my life.

@SUGA ARCANIUM
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No worries! Im totally down for that! Maybe their first fight can be the 'misunderstanding' fight that comes from Duncan trying to dominate Fourth and it just escalating? Like maybe the two can go for the same piece of food at the fresh kill pile and Duncan could snap at him out of Alpha reflex, sparking a vicious fight between the two that's the cause of instinct rather than verbal goading?
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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I happened to be around, so I was with the first wave of people to approach the leader. Jackdaw, they called him. I couldn't really remember if he'd been around when I was. Faces and names had never meant much to me. Still, there was a vague curiosity in me as I hear his call, and so I made my way over to take a lazy seat where I could hear, tail flicking behind me in a very feline-like way.

"Not bad." I'd say as I hear Duncan greeting everyone as he approached. I'd gotten a weird feeling from them when we'd first met on the border, and I was definitely watching them, but I didn't really care enough at this point to read too much into it. Things happened and I dealt with them. Sometimes I had the benefit of being given the facts so that I could plan ahead, but I wasn't going to stress during the times that I didn't.

I just wasn't written like that.
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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Tracking for ships!

#Fourthcrisis xD
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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"So, Bloodclan still has it's softys."

The words left my lips with an amused tone, and I made my way over with calm, smooth steps. Mine had been among the many pairs of eyes to catch sight of the other Bloodclanner carrying in his victim, but I honestly hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Hell, it was almost comical. A Bloodclanner trying to save someones he'd actively tortured? Why? It didn't make sense to me, but then again I saw things a lot differently than most people did.

But I liked that weakness when I saw it in others, was drawn to it like a shark to water. It was fun to mess with people, especially when they looked as cute as this one did with tears running down their cheeks.

"Don't baby him Dimitri. He made a choice, now he has to live with it." I would say, snorting dismissively as the other male crooned over Hypokrises. That kind of shit pissed me off. It was too sweet, and everyone knows that things that are too sweet make you sick to your stomach after a while. "Dustys right anyways. Our resources should be for us."

I would glance down at the mangled Riverclanner then, a brow raising in amusement as I took in the kids handywork. "You sure did a job on him, though. At least now you know you don't like getting your hands dirty." I'd say, before letting my gaze shift toward them, lips turned up slightly at one side in a challenging smirk. "Or did you just like it a little too much?

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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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I would have wanted him. Used goods or not, dull or vibrant, I would have wanted that boy in my life. For better or worse. Fuck, that sounded so cheesy, so ridiculously pathetic. And it was every bit the truth, a bitter pill of truth that was mine to swallow. The problem was that once that pill found its way into my system it unleashed a tidal wave of things I didn't understand, things that stopped me dead in my tracks as I struggled to keep my bearings in their wake.

"Hullo? M'name's Awol Warfare, an' I wanna-- can I join again, please?"

It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn't moving anymore, that my legs had gone stuff beneath me. No, it wasn't just my legs. My entire body was rigid with tension, the fur along my neck bristled, and I found my ears angling themselves forward trying to listen. Because what I'd just heard couldn't be right. Timing just didn't line up like that.

The voice had come from up ahead, maybe fifteen feet away where the break in the wall that ran along the border was, the break that let people into the territory once accepted. All I had to do was walk and I could step through to see, but nothing was working. It felt like the minutes were just ticking by when really it was only seconds. Things had slowed down, and I found myself locked in a war fighting a foe I seldom crossed paths with, and it's name was hesitation.

True hesitation. Doubt. Uncertainty. The words weren't once I was used to, and they didn't sound right being associated with me. It was always this way with him though, even if I never let him see it. He'd been the only one to ever make me feel it, to ever have me question myself, and it pissed me off. Enough to snap me out of whatever fuckedup hold my Writer had put on me.

My jaw clenched, and with a low growl I started forward. There was something predatory and purposeful to my strides which were usually uncaring and unrushed, and while I couldn't recognize it myself there were others -such as Duncan- who would see the raised tail and erect ears, and would know it for the uncompromising gait of an alpha- one more thing that only Awol seemed to inspire in me.

If this was someones idea of a joke I was going to rip them apart. And if it was Awol he was going to get a foot in the ass for all the trouble he'd caused me.

But my fucking Writer.

The minute I turned and stepped through the opening in the bloodwashed wall of stone and saw him, that hesitation hit me again. My legs locked up under me and I found myself standing in front of him, face to face. He didn't look like he had the first time I saw him, but I'd always known he was restless in his own skin. It was him though. I knew it was. He was a bit older, sure, but still the same undersized, weak, lanky Awol I'd always known. And that pill that I'd forced myself to swallow earlier had a second wave to hit me with, new things and old things stirred up that pissed me off some more.

And they rose up in me, things I didn't have names or words for, but it hurt in a way I'd never felt before, more than just cuts on flesh.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" I demanded, a controlling growl resonating in my voice as I managed to take a step toward him. I could smell him now, and it only made the feelings in my chest hurt more. I wanted something. Needed something. I wasn't smart or experienced enough to realize what it was at the time, and so like always I used aggression and violence to try to fix it.

But Awol would know that, wouldn't he?

As meak and as gentle and as frail as he was, Awol had to have that understanding in him. How else could he have stomached so much of me before? Those feelings I didn't have words for, he did. So surely, under my yelling and anger, he'd recognize the bigger picture like he always did, he'd hear the hurt and longing that I didn't have name's for.

He had to. I needed him to, even if that wasn't something I could admit to myself yet.
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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I had just come back to camp and snatched a morsel up in my jaws for lunch when a shadow swept through the place. I looked up to find the Leader, Jackdaw, swooping down with a body in his grasp. A snorted in amusement as he tossed it half hazardly to the ground, not because the act of cruelty was funny, but because his disregard itself was amusing. Then again the guy was writted to be a fucking zombie, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't seem to care about what he was doing. Just another mechanical task, he Jackdaw?

Sitting down with my rabbit still in my jaws, I'd tear a junk off and begin to eat. Dinner and a show? Who said Bloodclan didn't come through now and then?

I paused a moment, casting a lazy gaze around the clearing. I didn't see Awol anywhere, and while I definitely wasn't going to acknowladge or admit to how unnerved that made me, I figured it was probably for the best. Tortures has never say well with him, and I doubted Jackdaw wanted someone crying over an enemy during this.
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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OOC; Thank you! Fourth is very near and dear to me and I love breaking the fourth wall when I write, so I thought a 1st person character would be great for that :)

I had always been quick when it came to learning or adapting. For some reason though, that aspect of my personality hadn't followed over into the social area of things. Which was really weird because I liked to think I spent a big part of my time socializing with other people. Well, I guess I already had the answer for that. I picked things up quickly when it came to stuff like hunting and fighting because I cared if I ate or had a place to sleep- the world might just be some fake thing written up by some mysterious people, but I still had to run by the laws of the universe. If I didn't eat I went hungry. If I didn't sleep I would be physically exhausted.

People, though? I didn't need to be nice to survive. I didn't have to adapt to care about others. At least up until this point I hadn't, and I liked to think I was doing just fine. I was healthy and at peace with myself, and I knew what I wanted and how to get it. Things were good.

And yet, clan-life had a knack for testing me.

When I originally spotted the small, silvery form of someone seated on the riverbank ahead, I didn't think much of it. Bloodlcan had a lot of members after all, and it was unrealistic to think that I would be the only person in any given part of the territory. But I fast found myself recognizing the hunched and unhappy-looking form of Hypokrisis, the one who'd made short work of the Riverclanner, and as the distance between us lessened I noticed the tear trails staining his cheeks.

Ugh. Great. Another Awol.

If he thought I was going to comfort him though, he had another thing coming. My clanmates were a means to an end, a way for me to amuse myself, but that didn't mean I cared for or empathized with them. I was prepared to walk right by when they suddenly noticed me and began to straighten up, greeting me with level words to try to hide teh broken pieces behind them.

Whatever. I wasn't interested in smashing down the thinly woven mask he was wearing, not if it meant having to play the 'crying shoulder'. Not that I would have. There were a dozen other ways to take a persons mind off something, and all of them were more fun than being used as snot rag. So, when he called out to me I decided to answer with my usual tone of casual aloofness instead of attacking with sarcasm- for now, at least.

"Greater reason? Your funny." I'd say with a snort of amusement, making my way over with lazy steps. "Nah, I'm just walking to walk. Bored, I guess. Nobodys around that I used to know, so shit kinda of sucks, you know." I'd say, not asking the last part since I knew he was aware that shit did, indeed, suck. "What about you, can't sleep?" I'd ask, casting a raised brow in the others direction as I plopped down comfortable to sit near the rivers edge, staring into the red depths. I had no idea how it worked, but it was impressive none the less.
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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I never thought it would be true, but I was glad for body language. I said way more with my bodty than I ever could with words, because there were still words I didn't understand, feelings I couldn't express with them. But my body, it knew. It knew how to say "I'm angry and excited and I missed you, and I'll kick your ass if you ever go again'. It could say things that I wasn't strong or smart enough to say, and in that moment I was glad for it, even if it would bite me on the ass in other situations.

I watched his display of submission, felt it stoke a fire in me, but I didn't have the words for what was burning.

When he launched himself at me I was ready to hurt him. I wanted him to understand, to pay him back for all the unrest and the bullshit he'd brought with him into my life, things that had stayed with me well after he was gone. And when he threw his arms around me I meant to thrash him, to show him that it wasn't okay to do those things even as he was rambling excuses.

But he was so happy to see me, and for some reason I wasn't expecting that. I expected the submission. I expected tears. But I wasn't expecting him to wrap his arms around my neck and press his cheek to mine. I wasn't expecting affection from a person who I'd forced my friendship on. And it softened my resolve, to the point where my intent to punish was all but thwarted.

Still, i tried, I I snapped toward him to topple him onto his back and my fangs closed on the throat he'd been so eager to expose to me moments before, but I found that my teeth couldn't -or wouldn't- penetrate the skin.

My senses were flooded by him; his smell, his taste, the sounds of his breathing and his pounding heart. And as I stood over him I found my fangs loosing their hold as I lowered my upper body to pin him beneath me, and instead of ripping him to pieces I unleashed a barrage of nips and growls along his throat, a scary and primal sight of flashing fangs and violent snarls, but none of which held more force to result in anything but barely broken skin.

I thought I was punishing him, as gently as I could, thoughted that I wanted to hurt him for hurting me, but just couldn't bring myself to do itI couldn't admit to what they actually were.

Love bites.

Claiming bites.

My body telling his what my words couldn't, that it wasn't okay for him to take off like that. That I'd missed him. That he drove me insane on a dozen different levels, only half of which included wanting to hurt him but all[p/i] involving wanting to touch him. That I'd kick his fucking ass if he ever did it again. That he had a [i]lot to make up for after ditching out on our friendship.

I would have marked every inch of his body if I'd been given the time. My name on his lips was echoing in my mind, and I surprised myself at how much I wanted him to say it again. How many emotions could he put behind it? Probably more than I ever could.

But my assult was cut short by the beating of wings and a voice calling out, and with a growl of annoyance that was meant for for Jackdaw and his lousy timing, I reluctantly stopped what I was doing to turn and glare at the other. Awol seemed content to use this time to ask about the other Warfare, and was a lot more polite about our interupted reunion that I was. I didn't want Awol wasting his words on anyone but me right now. It was my turn for attention, and if I had sit quietly while said hellow and exchanged niceties with everyone who came by I was going to lose my shit. I wasn't anywhere near done with him.

"Sorry isn't good enough." I grumbled, stubbornly refusing to remove myself from atop him in a display that was just as immature as the words I'd just spoken. But I refrained from interupting his conversation with Jackdaw, letting the other ask about whatever family member might have been there. I hadn't even bothered to go looking. Who Awol was related to was of little interest to me. 'Meet them later. There's Warfares everywhere. You guys are like cockcroaches."

It didn't even occur to selfish old me that he might be missing someone else, or that he might have other reasons for being here that didn't include me. But that ewas typical Fourthwall, never thinking of anyone but himself.
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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"What the fuck is a Grenooy?" I'd ask, lingering in the entryway to the boys house as if I belonged there. I hardly knew Krisis, but there was something about him that made him more appealing than the others.

I'd been passing by when I saw him head inside, and while I'd oringinally come to bother him into amusing me, I figured this was an equally interesting thing to amuse myself with. He looked rather stricken, but I didn't mind.

OOC- crappy track post, g2g walk the dogs!
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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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That might be a good way to eventually get the whole vampire jealousy thing going for out plot, Mars? If he and another vampire (Dimetri) become friends, then he could eventually get this paranoid idea that Dimetri is going to try to steal Rat from him because of his unique/addictive blood?

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So, this is Fourth! I have a ton of muse for him and usually post advanced, but I can make smaller 1-2 paragraph posts to match whatever your muse is at :)
Fourth here is unique in the sense that he knows he is just a character in a story, and he often breaks the fourth wall to acknowledge this. He is known for being really social, but kind of an asshole as well. He's impulsive, aggressive, and sarcastic, and he has a tendency to not really care about others or their feelings.

Open to enemies, one sided crushes on him, best friends, etc. No kill/capture/maim right now.

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Basics
Male - Canine/Feline Hybrid - Demonic/Hellhound - Very Big - Homoromantic/Bisexual - Doesn't believe in love - Retractable Claws
Interactions
Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful
Relationships;
- Doesn't speak about his family
- Has mentioned his 'brother' once
- Has pent up romantic feelings toward Awol Warfare
- No Admitted Best Friend
Battle/Health Records
- Is in full health 5/18/17
**PLEASE NOTE;; That on occasion Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is an individual who -instead of gods or reincarnation- believes wholeheartedly that he is just a character made up in someones story, and therefor nothing he says or does has any real consequence. Because he's aware of this it allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and therefor none of the terrible things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will frequently refer to his 'Writer' during his 1st person posts and complain about them and they way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big thing that someone- or some ones are writing. That's why my posts may read a little odd, as Fourth is aware that he is a character in a story **
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Im gonna make one where Fourth drags him to his room in the pyramid and tells him he has to live with him xD

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"Meh. There were only a handful of people I knew in the first place. I travel a lot, so I don't usually have to deal with going back to a place only to learn everyone I knew was gone. One of the benefits of lone wolfin' it." I'd say, finding the words true enough. If you weren't in one place long enough to know people you couldn't miss them when they were gone.

As they went on to explain why they were out there I'd not and chuckle in agreement. "Yeah, if there's one thing I could do without it's all the humidity. At least before when I was here they had the cave system for the dens, so it was pretty cool undersground when you needed to get the hell out of the sun. Now you just gotta deal with it or sit at an oasis all day."

Which was, admittedly, a pain in the ass when you had fur as thick as mine. Sure, I loved the feeling of laying on warm sand, but when the air was just as hot it didn't have the same effect.

"So, what's on your mind? Gotta be something important if your losing sleep over it." I asked, not because I cared in particular, but because I was bored and talking to Hypokrisis was better than wandering around alone all night.

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I both hated and loved the way I felt in those next few moments. It was more exhillerating than anything I'd ever felt in my life, better than any kill or success I'd been a part of- but I hated what it implied. For me to feel something so intense it was more than just the lust I'd experienced in the past for people meant this had to be the next step up- and what was the next step up from lust? Love?

No. It couldn't be. Love wasn't real. It was a shallow, fickle thing that gave way over time, something that could only evolve into disapointment, weakness, and hurt. Things I would never be a part of. Heh. Saying it like I had a choice. And maybe I did. I might have been written to feel a certain way, but I didn't have to give into that feeling. I still had that much freedom.

For right now though, it was okay. Whatever this not-love feeling was, I could deal with it for now. For a few hours. For a night.

"Who said I'm done?" I'd reply, gaze narrowing on the smaller form pinned beneath me.

I wasn't done, hell I was far from done, but there were parts of me that were still in denial that any of this was actually happening. Obviously it had been planned by my Writer, because things like this didn't just line up out of nowhere. I knew there'd been a reason I'd suddenly started feeling restless and wanted to come back, and it's because they'd known that Awol was coming back as well. They had to.

And while he seemed tangible enough, fucking drowning me in his scent and taste and sound, but it all seemed so fickle, like he could go away again in an instant. And while I was nowhere near done with him the arrival of the other Bloodclanners had made me realize that I wasn't satisfied out here in the open, where everyone could come and gawk. I didn't want to share. Not right now.

As Barbara appeared I'd roll my eyes, because what did she know about us? Love? No. This was just possesion, right? Me taking what I wanted, like I always had. But she was right about something. We did need a room.

"That's actually not a bad idea." I'd say, finally drawing myself up to my feet as my gaze slid back to Awol. "C'mon, we're going to my place."

I didn't turn away to lead the way though. No, letting him out of my sight didn't sit well with me. Instead I leaned over and nudged him firmly, aiming to roll him onto his feet before setting him forward in front of me, as if I were escorting a prisoner instead of a friend. As if I were herding away something that was mine. And I was.

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I was vaguely aware of the fact that I wasn't thinking clearly. The aloof persona I usually possessed had been all but shattered in the face of Awols return, and while it bothered me I wasn't in a mental place whereI could address it. I was still trying to process the fact that he was here, to get over the onslought of emotions that were raging inside me. I'd never felt so much so quickly before, and I had given into the thrill of it almost as soon as it hit me, better than any fight ir scheme I'd been a part of yet. More satisfying than any accomplishment I'd made so far. And I was a fickle person, someone who enjoyed getting their way and enjoying whatever pleasures I could expose myself to, and so this was something I was letting myself get caught up in even though I knew I shouldn't. Even though I knew it was too intense to be anything I could trust.

So I'd steared Awol away from the group, marching along behind him so closely that I practically was walking in his heels, directing him with soft growls of correction whenever he accidentally turned in the wrong direction and promptly pushing him forward whenever someone who recognized him tried to stop him to say hello. He'd have a meet and greet later for that shit. Through camp and into the pyramid that housed the clan, the one that was just hallways and rooms. My room was in the lowest part of the structure, underground where it was coolest. At the far end of a darkened corridor lit only by torches we finally made a sharp right, entering the room at the very end.

It was nothing fancy, and for the most part was empty. I traveled light, so when I'd come to Bloodclan only a few days prior I hadn't had much with me, and hadn't bothered to collect anything since. The room itself was perfectly square, and like the hallway outside was dimly lit. One thing I liked about living this far underground was that it was also quiet. Most people didn't like the time it took to get down this far, which meant most of the rooms were empty, offering better privacy for those who did live there. A single torch burned on the wall above a bed of thick fur, and a bag of basic supplies sat against the opposite wall, but other than that it was empty and dingy.

I didn't give him much time to take in the sights, though. The minute we walked through the door pushed it shut behind me with a 'thud' that was far from gentle, because nothing about me was gentle. Even when I was holding back everything was still rough and frantic and abrupt. Chaos. It was just how they'd written me. But I didn't care, which was another benfit to how I'd been made. I didn't care about personal boundarys or about other peoples feelings, and I sure as hell didn't care about consequences. Not with Awol, especially.

So the minute the door slammed shut I was moving, strong fingers grabbing for his wrist to pull him back and turn him toward me with a grip like iron. I wanted to see his face, to keep the distance non existant.

"You left." I said, the word a soft growl through clenched teeth as I glared down at him through dark bangs. "You fucking left me Awol. Made me give a fuck and then disapeared."

What gave him the right to convince me he was worth keeping around, only to fuck me over? I was mad. I was hurt. I was filled with all kinds of impulses, and I knew I was going to cross a couple lines here tonight, but I was okay with that.

"How are you gonna make this up?"

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AWOL WARFARE.  

Sorry about dissapearing! My roomate accidentally cracked my laptop screen and I just got an HDMI cord today to run it through my tv so I can RP. I'm back to proper activity now :)

Also this is a Human AU unless you want to RP it normally lol

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"Yeah, come out from whatever rocks your hiding under and play a bit." I'd call as I padded in after Marina, eyes sharp and fangs revealed in a malicious grin. I'd been brimming with all kinds of energy and stress, and fighting was deifnitely one of the top 3 ways to get rid of that shit.

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I nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice sounded from the woods behind me. I whirled around to see who was there, prepared for the worst and expecting nothing better. At the very least people wanted something from you, and it was when you couldn't -or wouldn't- comply that things could get messy. For me in particular it was not hard to be immediately suspicious, because what could anyone want with m? I had nothing to offer or anything of value, and so when the stranger simply offered up some help I found myself unwilling to give in right away.

Instead my naturally wide, boyish eyes narrowed in suspicion, and my chest fur fluffed up in a confident deline-like way that together seemed an act of stubborness, witch it was. I wasn't going anywhere just yet. "I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone from sounding rude though it was pretty clear I wasn'y feeling entirely confident with the situation. They way they'd just appeared made me nervous, and there was something about their calm tone that I wasn't so quick to trust. Soft voices and kind words didn't do much for me, not when I'd been taught to suspect everyone and everything.

I was still nervous, but the two people who approached me were nice enough, and it was easy enough to emulate them. It was a bit of a relief knowing that the people weren't just going to glare at me for being some outsider or newbie, and while I was secretly horrified at the idea of embarrassing myself in front of them, I was also detemrined to make a good impression.

"It's nice to meet you guys! My name's Oliver, I'm new to the Rift." I'd reply, figuring the new the last part already. The group was active, but the group seemed really close knit, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn they all knew each other. How could they not?