Posts by Avrir

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -9px]/fallls to the ground
so damn tired but i has a character, what do you guys think of his sig, it is bugging me to no end
basics be a hover and beastiary will be a link for his bio when i can be bothered to write it

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -9px]using this account cause gotta see what it looks like and i too lazy to go to my storage

& i do not get the hype over halloween, i get a giant bowel of free candy yeah, but it is just pointless to me, this is coming from someone who lives in a country that doesn't do halloween of course

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( can you tell i haven't written anything worthwhile in months and have no muse or is it just me, cause i haven't and i don't )

Silence filled a world which was but a swath of grey beneath the pale illumination of the dawn, still under a soft blanket of fog that clung to the earth, never quite straying from the ground, mirrored by the clouds which pooled in the sky high above. Upon the threshold of a new day a sense of dread and fear crept up upon him, a feeling of heaviness pressing along his back, weighing him down. It was one of those mornings where it seemed the world held it's breath, reality warped beneath the grey lens of the morning light, separate from what was real, giving him time to linger over the wretched things inside.

Mornings were awful, a time when things were slowly awakening though time had become nothing more than an afterthought in his mind, sleep often collapsing long before the sun thought to show, leaving him alone in a world overrun by darkness, yet it was peaceful than, alone in the velvet black of the night. He was not entirely sure how long he lingered there in his place, nestled amongst grass dotted with beads of dew, afraid to move, his head tipped back so he might watch the sunrise, not ready to allow himself to chase futile dreams just yet.

When finally the sun came to rise above the ridge of the horizon Isena found the courage he needed to raise, unfolding long legs so he might stretch his stiff muscles, gleaming ivory teeth revealed in a yawn. For sometime he had been traveling, no destination in mind for he enjoyed the freedom of solitary life, yet it had proven a burden for the young canine as the days turned into weeks, until finally months passed him by, loneliness creeping in to leave his heart heavy. He knew not where he might end up, his knowledge limited to the fact he might not return to the home he had left so long ago, such all that drew him on and what gave him strength enough to raise, his first few steps tentative, his joints protesting with jolts of pain that gripped his limbs.

Caught off guard by the sudden sensation of pain he waited for it to pass, a grimace caressing the cracked surface of his lips, his strides starting off slow and short when finally it passed, quickening as the threat of pain subsided, falling into an easy rhythm, each step marked by the click of his claws as they struck the surface of the sidewalk.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Mother Nature can be a fickle mistress, a caressing touch beneath which life might come to thrive so easily becoming deadly, teeth that tear and rip, destroying what once was. In the depths of that abandoned city one might so easily find the mark of that cruel punishment, sidewalks where once an endless traffic of life had moved empty but for leaves that twisted and dances, skittering across the pavement beneath the guiding hands of the wind, glass shards pushed haphazardly aside so they might not be stepped upon. High above it all the skyscrapers stood, proud though now they stood empty and gaping holes marked the walls of glass, vines and climbing flowers creeping up their sides. Slowly the hints of former life that had inhabited this place deteriorated, swept away beneath the current of time, mere memories now caught in the back of the mind, never quite accessible.

There had been but two times within the expanse of his life that Isena had come to be caught in the bright, lively scape of a city, the flow of life blood through veins of steel and wire, always moving but here it was different, a small piece of paradise seeming removed from time. It was strange to think of it in such a way but his thoughts wandered where they might, his movements slow, relaxed as he traversed the twisting roads of Chicago with seemingly no destination at which his walk might end, walking simply to do so.

He knew he would need to stop soon, that the pain would force him to cut off his little escapade, a thin heat building within his thighs, creeping down his legs, but for now it was easy to leave it be.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]He had not truly known what he was looking for in the broken depths of the city, seeking something that was just out of reach, lingering at the edge of his thoughts, taunting him, yet he had never thought it was life that he mîght come to find. Caught in a reverie created by the ebb and flow of his thoughts Isena did not catch the approach of Rick, never did he hear the noise of metal scraping against metal as the spirit flask was once more closed, that of metal groaning as it settled into place with the lose of the feline's weight. No, none of this found some way to penetrate his mind but the voice did, oh yes, that did indeed find a way in.

The simple words meant to catch his attention seemed to resound over and over, his mind tricking him as it struggled to figure out what was happening all around, the source hidden from him. Slowly his thoughts clicked into place and he looked about, trying hard to find someone hidden in the fog but it was a task that proved futile, nothing standing out within the swirling mass. Swallowing in an attempt to dislodge the lump that had come to raise within his throat Isena found his voice, yet it was shaky and soft, a mere whisper at first, inaudible. Steeling himself Isena came to try one more time, "you don't scare me! Ghosts aren't real."

Pursing his lips his voice tapered off into silence, broken when another spoke, softer this time, yet such did not stop him from jumping, a single, loud bark erupting from his jaws. Embarrassment burned at his skin when he realized he had been mistaken in thinking that there were ghosts here, proven wrong when he came to look towards Wingspan, flesh and bone as he was. "I-ah- fuck." Mumbling the words the canine thought better of trying to speak any further, shutting his trap before he could make a bigger fool of himself than he already had.

( it is nothing of the sort & rick, this is gonna be a fun time, i just know it )

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( i'm hungry and in the mood to write some silly stuff so this kinda happened, as well as i love wagon wheels )

Mornings were a slow time for him, one of struggle as he tried so desperately to cling to the ragged strands of sleep yet he was never able to hold on for long, always it seemed to slip away in those moments when the world was slowly waking around him, leaving him to sit and ponder beneath the gaze of the raising sun. Upon this particular morning he had come to wake before six and he found himself restless, seeking to wander and so he had, leaving the apartment he had taken as his own though he longer to curl up on the old, moth-bitten couch once more, to slip into the depths of sleep, yet such was not to happen. He lingered only long enough to wiggle into a blue flannel button up, the cold breath of wind that flowed through the space discouraging him from leaving without covering up, the fabric hanging off his frame, the sleeves nearly covering his paws.

It was adored in the button up that the doberman came to wander the windy city, watching it raise from the depths of slumber all around, giving hesitant smiles to those he passed but nothing beyond that, holding his tongue for he had no wish to converse. Finally his exploration drew to an end when he noticed a confectionery shop tucked away into a corner, it's old wooden door slightly ajar, inviting him to enter.Slowly Isena crept closer, pressing his nose against the crack between door and frame, taking in a few deep breaths, though he smelt nothing but dust and a faintly sweet smell, candy left behind when the shop had been abandoned.

He put a small bit of pressure on the door, it's hinges creaking loudly as it swung open, the sight which greeted him one of boxes piled high, covered in a thick film of dust. There seemed to be no one inside as far as he could see yet his steps were hesitant as he entered, gaze flickering about, trying to catch movement amongst the boxes. Satisfied he was alone Isena chose one of the boxes at random, pushing it over only for the soft cardboard to split when it fell upon the ground, yellow and green packets spilled from the break, curiosity getting the better of him and so he moved closer, sniffing at one of the packets.

It smelt faintly of something sweet and his stomach growled, reminding him of the fact he hadn't eaten since raising hours ago, leading to him tearing at the packet, trying to get at the thing inside. This task proved a struggle and when he finally did get it open the biscuit inside was in pieces but he didn't mind, licking at one of the pieces, the sweet taste of it driving him to take it into his mouth, the biscuit easily breaking beneath his teeth. He would end up with a stomach ache later but for now he didn't care, simply enjoying the little treat.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]"I-I uhh," streaming from his mouth was nothing more than a confused mass of sounds that none might mistake to be proper words strung together into an intelligible sentence, fear a flower blooming deep in his chest, each breath a shallow sip of air and his eyes never quite rested anywhere, moving between each face before flicking away, taking in various things over their shoulders. He had little contact with other creatures, much less ones that proved to be non-hostile in their approach nor of a smaller stature than himself, and he had no real clue on how he might proceed, worrying over his thoughts before he dared open his trap once more.

"Isena, my name is Isena," he said within a shaking voice through a slight smile, yet it proved to have a short life, falling away to become a frown. Slowly he came to swing his head around to look towards Hope, intrigued by what she had said. "Windclan? You're onna the lost clans, oh dear this ain't good, please don't eat me, I'm just skin and bones."

As his voice trailed off into silence once more the canid came to flatten himself, or at least his front half, pressing his chin against the concrete while his hindquarters stuck up in the air, an odd sight to see yet he thought nothing of performing this action. He knew well the tales of the lost Clans, groups of animals that had banded together, war mongers and deviants that would skin you alive and eat you if you did wrong. Their stories where some of his favourites but he thought them just that, stories to which he would listen before falling asleep, to be caught in the territory of one such clan proved terrifying.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]It was... strange to be within this place, confined to a single area and yet to have the taste of freedom, that lingering light-headed giddy feeling he had first felt when he had entered the city's limits, was wondrous to say the least. For so long he had been under the thumb of so many, a slave of his own heart trying so hard to please and serve, yet it damaged him to a point where no amount of time might truly repair the cracks, fill in the void which left a gaping hole inside of him. He had thought his actions were noble, a chevalier is what he had once seen himself as, helping any he might come across, but he was beaten and bruised, a little boy in a world all too big for him. It took some time but finally Isena wised up and took his chance, striking off on his own into a world that sought to swallow him whole if it could do so, and so here he was.

Only twice before had he set foot into a city and so he had felt excitement at first, hints of an adventure driving him to explore but it had long since subsided, his urge to explore buried now beneath a film of fear and distrust, each day harder than the next to get through. He would be lying if he said he didn,t compare his current situation to that of his old life, each morning starting with fear of the eyes which might be staring at him from the darkness, teeth gleaming in wide smiles. But they were never there, no one ever was within the small apartment he took for his own, in some ways that was more worrying to him than anything else for before the threat was clear, here, he was not so sure.

With thoughts of his past clouding his mind the doberman had left behind his little hidey hole, donning the comfortable flannel button up he had come to take to wearing upon his explorations of the city so he might keep warm, leading him to this moment. Alone he walked through the darkness of the night, the soft calls of nocturnal animals echoing all around, mingling with soft voices of those who seemed to have taken to the night as well, caught in conversations Isena cared not for. He ignored it all, simply walking until he felt a familiar pain grow within his legs, tugging at muscles that tightened painfully, until finally he sat. Falling heavily upon his rump he came to look towards the stars so high above, remembering the old stories his mother had once told him, of the lost Clans and their savage ways, though he knew better by now.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( hey i'm hattrick but i go by hat most of the time, been around for nearly six years now. i'm big with writing, reading and gaming, primarily i write gore/horror as it is what i started with and love most of all, as for books, criminal mystery or horror are my favourites and for games i am not overly picky but right now dragon age inquisition and the witcher are my favourites. i'm always open to talking about anything so feel free to message me if you want, sometimes it might take a while for me to reply since i am stuck on a tablet, my hands are full with a lot of stuff most of the time and i live in australia so i usually am asleep when you guys are up, but that won't stop me from talking with anyone )

He was hesitant to approach at first, the call echoing through his head and he felt an urge to go forward, to see if he might have some fun and meet some other people, but there was also fear, that nagging feeling that tugged at him. It took some time before the doberman was able to get his courage up enough to take a chance, each step seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, his progress slow yet he got there all too fast for his liking in any case. Looking about at the unfamiliar faces he came to take a place off to the side where he was not too close to any one person, not wishing to intrude upon anyone's personal space and hoping they might do the same for him.

"I'm Isena," he spoke only once he was sure the others were done yet he had no interesting facts about himself, nothing he could share that seemed at all too personal. "Uhh, I collect old medieval weaponry and enjoy reading about history, specially the wars." As the words left his mouth he regretted saying them, thinking that the others would surely see him as odd for liking such things but he did indeed find history fascinating and all the weapons he collected were merely for show, many rusted or dull to the point they were useless for their original purpose.

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