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ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

His powers never malfunctioned. Never. Not once had he remembered a time where he woke up as some goofy creature that he really didn't want to be, something everyone would laugh at before ultimately accepting that he wasn't a wolf anymore. Really, his most notable change had been whenever he'd encountered a life-altering being. The first had been Odin who had given him the body of a kitsune with a similar color scheme and slightly different horns; that body hadn't lasted long as he quickly encountered some thugs on a mission given to him by Ghostcity and had his guts ripped out. The body turned to bubbles and he was left in his wolf body once more--thank the stars it wasn't something else ridiculous! The next was Belphegor, the demon who had turned his brain into a literal pudding cup and the cause to his wild delusions, who had "blessed" him with the body of a hellhound, leaving him stranded in it so long as the demon remained attached to his being. The spell was broken with The Change, that weird shift to these strange lands known as Agrelos and the demon banished from existence and Trash awoke in his birth body once more. Good riddance, and fuck Belphegor not only for ruining Trash's mind but for making him purge a shard of the demon's soul into his girlfriend at the time, Maxine, and turning her into a hellhound and damning her to hell. It didn't seem Maxine Caufield was as lucky as Trash. But his luck had run out, it seemed, as today was the day his powers would play a little prank on him. Something funny was in the air, and suddenly the rats in his mound of pillows and blankets atop a layer of mattresses felt so much heavier than he remembered. With a grunt, he'd shove one off of him and it would squeak in protest. A small growl rumbled in his throat and he instantly stopped, blinking in surprise. Was that his voice? "Oh no," came a voice that sounded like he'd just puffed on a helium balloon, "OH NO!" he'd shriek upon hearing his new voice. He exploded from his bed, tiny paws pattering a flurry against the stone floors and he hardly made the old and rusty stairs rattle and shake as he raced to the top. Up, up, up, and into the light burst a three pound chihuahua with large Tiffany blue eyes (oh, he had a second one again!), a cute little muzzle, and adorable little horn nubs with glowing markings. His fur was thick and luscious, he was definitely a show chihuahua by looks alone. "It was funny when it happened to Karma but it isn't funny now! Undo this! Undo it now!" he screamed, bouncing with every word as the force he exerted was more than his little vocal chords could handle. But his mouth worked, and it wasn't crooked anymore! There were some perks to being this cute, he supposed, but they weren't on his mind right now. He was the leader of the most villainous, murderous, heinous group of creatures and he'd been turned into a three-pound snack. Not to mention, who would take him seriously now? Another tiny growl rumbled in his throat and his body began to shake from the force.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

He would be lucky if he was easily recognizable. Trash had done quite a number on this boy considering her didn't feel pain and his reactions to certain injuries fueled the Usurper to push further than he normally would go. Not to mention the mental onslaught the muddy-brown lupine had laid upon the boy, wrecking his mind as well as his body nearly beyond repair. He was still alive, hanging in his jaws, with not much left of a pulse. Quickly he moved, the remaining bits of his victim lolling back and forth limply in his jaws as he ducked and dodged branches and debris as he made his way to their camp. He had missed a patrol already and he wasn't planning on getting caught before he left Seraphiel with his precious shit-eating Ruiners. He acted as though they were so much different from when Trash had called this place home and he was right, however the Usurper wasn't impressed. Outside the gates to their home he stopped, the snow leopard a mangled mess. His right front leg was broken in several places from the paw up to his shoulder and hung limp as a wet noodle; his left was missing and the wound cauterized at the shoulder. Claw marks littered his face and it was so swollen it was hard to discern exactly who this was. "TRASH" was carved down his side and the wounds were sickly scabbed and dried blood dripped down his side. His tail was nothing more than a stump, the rest fed to some mystery creature, probably their resident cannibal. His tongue had been removed as Trash had very quickly grown tired of his emotionless remarks each time Trash tore him open. His abdomen was shredded, organs could be seen pulsing beneath angered flesh that still seeped and oozed blood. Panting, he held him by the neck and shoulders between powerful jaws. A single Tiffany blue eye stared forward and a smirk pulled a corner of his mouth upward toward his ear. C R U N C H! His jaws closed around Seraphiel and broke his neck and collarbone and every vertebrae between. If he wasn't killed immediately, he would die within a few moments of hitting the ground. Trash's jaws fell open and like a wet rag doll the snow leopard cub fell from his jaws and he teleported out of view. The gore left behind would be enough to distract them while he made his get way.

//out!

seraphiel s.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

His guess was that they had captured a Blizzardclanner. Whoops. How had that one gotten under his radar? He'd have to put a stop to that if he ever wanted his plan to work.. but how to solidify it? He was still working on that. The muddy-brown lupine stalked up behind Vera to veer to the left and stand beside her if not a couple inches ahead of her despite every fiber of his being screaming at him not to. He didn't like how their last encounter had ended and he couldn't imagine it going much better now. Nothing ever went better with Trash as he usually said something stupid but hopefully he could wrangle his mouth considering it was broken and bound shut. Gave him more time to think as he had to project it into Aleksei's mind. "Then I'm here to listen," he'd say, taking a seat, "kind of hard to talk your ear off in this condition." Oh but somehow he'd still manage to.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

He was terrible at consoling others. Perhaps telling Scott about how he accidentally condemned his last girlfriend to Hell would make him feel better? Probably not. At least Travis wasn't dead though.. not yet anyway. Once Trash got his paws on that two-headed snake he was going to eat him alive. Or do his best to, his stomach may explode considering he was swollen with bullshit. But that was a matter for another time. For now, he only knew how to offer physical comfort and so when he stalked over he would brush against Scott and stand close to him to allow Scott to lean on him should he need it. Maybe knowing someone was there would lift his spirits if only a little. He hadn't lost a patient yet and he wasn't about to even if he wasn't a Moonshiner anymore. But this wasn't about Scott, it was about Sugarshamrock which was a mouthful of a name. "Shamrock, good t'meet'cha," he'd say with a nod, however it was via telepathy as his jaw was broken and set with bandages as best as possible, his maw wrapped shut and about his head; he looked rather goofy. His jaw was slightly off-set giving him a crooked mouth. "Name's Trash. If you weren't aware, we live in a prison at the bottom of this here canyon and you're free to pick your own cell and decorate it how you wish. Don't be afraid to ask questions, no one around here bites, they just make a lotta noise don't mind 'em."

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

They hadn't heard from the Veil in a while, how nice of them to stop by. In the doorway to the prison stood a three pound chihuahua with a crazed grin splitting his face in half. Don't be fooled, his little body was tougher than it looked, even more so than the wolf body that had malfunctioned into this adorable little face. "Pull the dick outta your mouth and maybe they'd understand you ordered them to attack," he squealed in his helium-toned voice. He raced toward the lynx, Tiffany blue eyes ablaze. Surprisingly, he crossed the distance shortly between himself and Kapkan. He leaped into the air--how could a chihuahua jump that high, that far?--to slam his paws into the ground right before the Veiler and send a ripple through the earth with his earth elementals, pulling sand up and around Kapkan's feet to solidify him into place and even begin to pull him into the ground.

Kapkan

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

A single, Tiffany blue eye shifted from Aleksei down to Macbeth, as they knew her, at her question. She really was new to all of this, wasn't she? He shouldn't be surprised, many creatures had never been a part of a clan or group before but then again his simple brain often had a difficult time putting himself in the shoes of someone else. He often thought what he knew was common knowledge but perhaps not.. especially when he never divulged any information with anyone, really. Again, simple brain. "They're from BlizzardClan," he projected into her mind as he was unable to speak with his mouth, "The black dragon is their leader, Aleksei. He doesn't like me very much so this probably won't end well." He refrained from adding a "get ready to run" on the end. There was no need to alarm her too much just in case the proverbial shit didn't hit the fan.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

As the light started to become too much for his eyes to bear, shadows sprang up about them, dulling Nephele's light back down to levels he could see. But where was she? An invisible creature bowled him over, but the sudden contact made his head snap about and tiny, sharp teeth gnashed through the air in the area where her paws, head, neck, and chest would be close enough to his body due to the contact she made. He'd summon puff of sand into the air which would cascade down around them, possibly getting in Veiler's eyes and also landing on the invisible feline to outline her shape. Couldn't hide now. A telepathic screech would be projected into her mind in an attempt to disorient her while a tentacle of sand sprang from the ground and was aimed to slam directly into her abdomen to wind and possibly shove her back and away from him.

nephele

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

Sorry? What was there to be sorry for? A single, Tiffany blue optic scanned the wolf as he lifted his wing and found no physical marks and so he confirmed that this really was mental illness, something that herbs and bandages couldn't mend. Helpless; he felt helpless and he didn't like it. The hair between his shoulders would bristle for a moment as the feeling washed over him quickly followed by irritated and anger, but not at Scott rather at himself. He was a Medic, had been trained as one long before he had made his way to leadership roles and yet he didn't know how to fix this. It wasn't even something that was fixed right away, soothed within moments of the spreading of a salve.. No, this was far more complex and was so much more delicate than anything he'd handled before and his shaking paws couldn't stay steady anymore. Thankfully, he wouldn't be alone in trying to help Scott as Karma arrived with some encouragement, but all the while Trash's little brain worked on how to comfort him, help him in the best way he knew. Carefully, he'd step over the male, letting a muddy-brown paw slip between crevices and spaces left by Scott's paws in his curled up state and nestled down on him as best he could. It was awkward at first, but gravity helped his body slip into the natural curves of Scott's larger and more filled-out form for Trash to sort of snake over him with his front half laid down atop of him, rear end still standing. His paws were draped about the ebony wolf's neck and his head rest on Scott's shoulder just below his head. This would help right? "We'll even bury that asshole if it makes you feel better," the lupine offered, turning a determined gaze upward at Scott. "That's bullshit Scott, and you know it," he'd counter, a little more harsh than he needed to be, "Fighting is in your soul. It's not just about bashing some fool's skull in; it's survival, that drive to prevent yourself from withering away to nothing and disappearing on the wind like dust. If you didn't have that fight in you Scott, you wouldn't have come here, wouldn't have stayed here especially when that fuckwad was trying to make you leave," he projected via telepathy, determination setting his brow, "Remember how angry it made you when he shit on the whole of the Exiles? Said this place was disgusting and detestable? How mad it made you that he wouldn't let your kids be raised here? I know it's in there Scott, reach for it. Stars, Scott, you have to reach for it, grab it and never let go." He'd vowed that he'd bear the pain of his people, of the Exiles, and he'd bear Scott's just the same if only he'd let him.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

"Who said Travis?" the chihuahua's ears perked up and his head snapped about so fast atop his shoulders that, by rights, it should have twisted right off. "Motherfucker better not be on my territory, I'll tear his balls off. A-U-F-F, ya hear?" He was getting worked up now, tiny three-pound body starting to shake and tremble with the rage he couldn't begin to contain as he was far too small for his massive emotions. Oh, and it was very obvious, now, that he couldn't spell with his butchering of the simple word "off" but by now they should all know their Usurper was illiterate. Tiny paws and nails scrabbled against the ground as he followed after Scott and Karma's scents--had he heard that by spidey senses?--and it wasn't long before his tiny paws brought him to the tiny opossum that had become Karma. He'd come close enough for him to climb aboard, knowing that his little legs were probably tired and Trash had more than enough energy to lap the territory twice. "C'mon baby, rumor has it there's a shithead around here cruisin' for a bruisin'," he huffed, his little body bounding off the ground with the effort exerted. Once he had Karma in tow, he'd race after Scott's scent and fix his Tiffany blue gaze on the massive, ebony wolf, suspicion in his gaze. "What'cha up to, Scottie pal? Wouldn't happen to be on the trail of a certain traitorous snake?" he'd ask, flashing his perfectly straight and white teeth in a smile, trying his hardest to be innocent but there was no way he could pull that off, not after everything he's done.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

"I'm not one to judge anyone's kinks," came the voice of the Usurper, sounding like he'd taken a big puff of helium before speaking. A dastardly grin split his adorable little face in half, the corners of his lips damn-near touching his ears. The muddy-brown, three-pound chihuahua with little nubs for horns and a soft, poofy pelt had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, regarding the lion duo with brilliant, Tiffany blue eyes. Strange, this tiny creature held the Exiles at bay but certainly there had been stranger leaders. Didn't one clan have a child leader at one point? He thought he remembered something like that way back when.. Not that it was important, anyway. Did he find it strange that one lead the other by a rope about his neck? The way the second lion's eyes darted about but never lingered long told the tale of blindness and Trash could very easily put reasoning behind this rather strange portrait painted before him. But as was code since he had been born, he wouldn't stick his nose where it didn't belong as he didn't want noses stuck in his business where they didn't belong in return. And so he wouldn't ask too many questions, just what was required of him. "What are your names, boys? And what's your business on Exiles territory? Anything I can help ya with?" He was friendly enough, and if they weren't intimidated by him they better fuckin' should be.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and the demonic little chihuahua's head whipped about, fixing the lupurca with eyes as enraged as the ocean during a hurricane; they even seemed darker in color as the veil of horrible things he wished to do to Travis clouded his mind. A smile split his face in two, pulling the corners of his mouth to his ears. "Got'cha, fucker!" he growled out, even his voice had turned darker, as though there were a second set of vocal chord being strummed with each word that fell from jaws with lips pulled back to reveal sharp, white teeth with his nose wrinkled in that nasty look little dogs loved to show off. Sand would wrap about Travis' paws and pull him closer to them before solidifying him in place. "I hoped you'd come back, Travis," he drawled, squeaky voice accompanied by a much deeper, gravely voice. Who's was that? "Didn't I say you'd be in for a whoopin' if you ever came back here?" he'd ask, confirming to the lupurca that he was who he thought the chihuahua to be. He'd glance to Scott and Karma, but he could only assume Scott wouldn't want them to harm him. Pity, Trash was going to have to break his heart a second time.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

Something tame. Rolls eyes into the sun. Trash didn't know the definition of the word "tame" and he couldn't crack open a dictionary and study up due to his hellacious illiteracy. The world truly was cruel, just about as cruel as the chihuahua had turned out. Thankfully he didn't have to set it up with a broken, throbbing jaw, but being tiny was just as useless. It had taken two days to set everything up as he had fallen from high places trying to decorate or hang something only to end up short of breath and gasping on the ground for a few moments. There was only so much of that he could take before he had to call it quits and come back in the morning, but he'd done it. The cafeteria had been turned green: streamers in several shades of green and even gold and yellow hung from the ceiling and doorways and windows and literally everywhere, balloons to match and fake cauldrons filled with gold-painted rocks (he wasn't about to find a gajillion gold colored coins when spray paint was so much easier to find) were set about and the room looked absolutely perfect. He'd set up activities for them to participate in and hopefully everyone would just jump in without him having to order them about; sometimes he swore everyone was allergic to fun. All of the traditional St. Patrick's Day foods were spread about a few tables along with a variety of other types of food just in case some Exiles didn't like tradition; but all the drinks were dyed green no matter what they were from water to wine, they were all green. Softvelvet had wanted him to do something little considering his medical condition but since being turned into a chihuahua he didn't have to take it easy and had therefor gone all-out. Typical, right? "Who's ready to party?" called the helium-high pitched voice of the Usurper, his muddy-brown body bouncing off the ground with the force of his shout, "It's St. Paddy's season, get wild," he'd add with a grin, throwing open the cafeteria doors to allow his roguemates in.

//activities set up:

- bobbing for apples (in green water)

- pin the tail on the donkey (poster, no donkeys were hurt in the making of this party)

- horseshoes

- pie in the face (need volunteers c:)

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

"Cold.." came the voice the chihuahua, his squeaky, helium-pitched voice low. Dread filled him and it showed in his eyes. What was he supposed to do without his oracle, his guide? His fires had dwindled down to coals, the lava that flowed through the body of the primordial lapine and glowed through his markings. How did you stoke coals to flames? Add more fuel. What was fuel to Dagda? Flesh. Was fresher better? He truly was at a loss, Dagda being different than the others if only in the Usurpers mind. He'd whine softly, pawing at Karma's tiny opossum form out of distress (this body seemed distressed easy, note taken). "He's not gonna die is he? Should we build a fire? Dagda, are you supposed to recharge in fire?" he'd venture, his pudding cup for a brain coming up with even more wild ideas and theories. Really, it was better he shut his mouth but unfortunately he did not have the ability.

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

//retro broken jaw + cute-ening!

The muddy-brown lupine padded up beside Damion and set his basket of hearts on the ground, a shit-eating grin on his maw. He'd pick up a heart and toss it a few times to get a feel for the weight before looking at the Ruiners gathered. Oh, goodie. He'd shrug at Stone's question, "Happenstance," was the only answer he'd give before lobbing the heart directly at the tiger's face, however it would probably miss it's mark and fly the completely wrong direction and head for Firefly and Redsirens. Whoops, they certainly were slippery.