Posts by UNDERTAKER.

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After the raid, Gaelicprince had waited around the territory. Nobody had seemed willing to attack him, for one reason or another. It was easy to believe that BoneClan were scared to attack, scared of the consequences, if the only one to initiate some sort of combat happened to be their leader.

There was a large box on the territory, a handle on the side of it. A curious BoneClanner had already turned the handle, the jack-in-a-box making the age old tune as it wound around and round and around. It must have took, two, three minutes, but eventually, the 'jack' sprung out of the box. Instead of revealing what was normally encased, a kitten's head was bobbing around, the sheer look of horror even evident in death. One eye had been gouged out, the other looked like it had beaten out of it by blunt force. All of the tiny teeth were missing, ears were cut off at the midway point, and the mouth was forced open by a dislocated jaw. It continued bobbing and bobbing and bobbing, showing no signs of stopping unless something was willing to touch it.

A bloody note could be found at the back of the box, should they get through the horrors to see it. The writing was surprisingly neat, though the words weren't particularly friendly.
Dear BoneClan,

Merry Christmas! Sorry the gift is early, us Exilers can be so overzealous, I'm sure you know this by now. Inside you'll find a kid, or maybe you've already found him, anyways, you would have loved is screams. They went from Mezzo-soprano to soprano in record time, but don't worry, they were always loud. I didn't know young brats could have such a wide voice range though, it's rather surprising.

Sorry, is that making you uncomfortable? Well if it makes you feel any better, he was on Santa's naughty list. I mean, who would want such scum if they couldn't even stop themselves from throwing rocks at squirrels? Impulsive, reckless little shit, am I right?

Anyways, my clanmates are calling, so are yours, they're calling out the name of the deceased kitten, wishing they could kill me, wishing they could have saved them. I do really need to go, but do you want to know how I truly punished him? I only ripped out one of his eyes before he died, so he knew the types of indescribable things done to his body. You can thank me later, he's a good pawn in the afterlife.

Now I really have to go, and I hope you all have a splendid Christmas. I've stored his guts for you in a tree nearby, feel free to use them as tinsel if you can find them, might make the place look better.

Lots of love,
An Exiler
oxoxoxoxox

He may have had too much fun writing the note, and he truly had gone overzealous with it. But, letting his mean streak out every once in a while was satisfying. The perpetrator was no where to be found, he had at least some knack of common sense in his brain.

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aya cipher wrote:

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— BoneClan [by Gaelicprince - link]

// hehe, I see what you did there xDD

Anyways, here's the thread C:

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Ah, the souls who were so chuffed about a promotion. He had discovered that unless you were leader, it meant nothing. Maybe if he ever got promoted one day, he could adapt to the role, but for now, whilst he had no mortal influence, he would act bitter towards it. Why would he want less freedom to whatever he pleased? It didn't make too much sense. Gaelicprince trotted over, though he refused to speak or say his congrats. Saying well done to someone he barely knew, pointless, really.

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Tracking the hell out of this because Gaelic's name could bring on some pretty amusing ship names cx

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His time in the Exiles had so far been quite interesting. He had witnessed puppet like loyalty from the lower ranks, he had witnessed no loyalty from the higher ranks, he had ripped a kitten's head off quite literally [though the kit had not been from the Exiles], and he had been called Gae. Lovely. Some of the things amused him, whilst others hindered the development of positive emotions, so overall, he couldn't give a biased opinion on the group.

Right now, the russet setter was in camp, chest completely covered in crimson blood. He was surprised how much a little body could bleed, the kitten had provided him with his weekly entertainment that he had wrote about so passionately in his letter to BoneClan. It was good to be back in action, no more stagnancy with his ex-rank in another world, just him terrorizing mortal lives like he was used to. This time, he would be stuck in a fragile body for much longer, which had it's disadvantages, but maybe he could expand his influence. Everyone in his home country whispered his name in terror, maybe he could make the same happen here.

For now though, it was just a philosophical ambition. The canine was trying his best just to lick the sticky substance off of his reddish fur, not caring if he got company or not.

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Sure, here's their thread C:

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Gaelicprince is a Generation 1 Exiler, who currently just has a normal rank. He was exiled from the afterlife after being unable to please his superior's wishes, and is desperately trying to get back there due to the vulnerability he feels in a mortal body. In casual situations, he takes the form of an Irish Setter, but he has a 'battle body', which is his hybrid body. He's relatively pessimistic, his humour's often dry, but this is just because he's been fed on negative emotions for a long time, and has to develop into feeling more positive things.

He's open to:
- friends
- enemies
- rivals
- interaction threads
- capturing/murdering/torturing/bullying other characters

I'm picky about:
- him getting captured [if he is, then expect it to be a pretty short capture since he'll retaliate almost instantly and escape if he can]
- litters [he would have no emotional attachment to anything biologically bonded to him, and he's not the type to go around having babies]
- romance [just until he's starting to feel a little less demon and a little more animal, maybe we can work something out long term if you're interested]
He's closed to:
- death
- torture

Feel free to ask about anything else C:

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A stranger with a different scent crossing the border with no obvious motives, it was easy to see why the Irish setter got annoyed at this. For a clan that he had been told was strong, it was so simple crossing over the borders still. Name and business was such a strange question to ask as well, he believed that 'get the hell off of our land unless you're joining' was so much more appropriate in situations like this.

"And speak quickly," came a scornful growl. He didn't look like he was ready to burst into action, but if this wasn't friendly, then he could easily explode into a fit of rage.

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Tracking, I have no idea who Prince would be xDD

Probably Mor'Du from Brave or Scar from Lion King, idk xD

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"And yet the outsider manages to smell better then you," he rumbled, mainly to himself. The Irish setter wasn't going to take a side with this, all he knew was that he preferred other scents then that found in the Exiles. The smell of fear, the smell of fresh blood, all of that seemed better then the base Exile scent that he was now carrying. Gaelic wasn't going to complain though, he had been through worse other then scenting a sour smell.

His eyes partially narrowed, the canine not looking at Eris as he was about to speak. If someone around them would be shaking in their boots, and he couldn't capitalise on it one way or another [right now, considering the newcomer's status, he definitely couldn't] then Prince had no choice but to make sure that he wasn't going to send the guy into paranoia. His stare wasn't exactly soothing,, and his voice didn't exactly calm the masses. As if he had been asked a muted question about his name, the Exiler would murmur "Gaelicprince, welcome,".
// welcome to the Exiles! C:

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Gaelic would definitely be able to call him weak and undermine him, he has a bit of an inflated self-confidence so any chance to lash out at timidness he'll most likely take cx

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Yeah sure, would you like me to make it? C:

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acacius : They could probably become friends, though it would probably be slightly one sided since Prince will just want to make sure that Lost's darker side isn't going to interfere with his life [meaning he'd most likely try the latter cx]. Who should make their thread? C:

Annie : Ok then, that'd be fine. Would you like an interaction thread for that or would you just like to say that it happened?

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Noted, have fun in Brazil ^^

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He was free.. for now. The wolf had struck a deal with the one he had been reincarnated into, and for an unknown amount of time, he would be able to move and speak without his voice getting completely muted. It was satisfying, however, what he had to do... he would just have to avoid getting too close to anyone here. The BloodClanner he was stuck inside had been so paranoid about the Knights of Eden, it almost made Com sick.

The ex-ShadowClan's medic hadn't had the best of times in the Knights of Eden. He had left to isolate himself from ShadowClan, having been too stressed, but in the end, he ended up becoming the centre of attention for a brief amount of time - very brief. It still managed to fluster him though. His girlfriend had showed up, having found evidence of him cheating under the influence, bypassers had thought he was a rapist or something, and someone had stated that the scars on his back were from some strange sexual session because of the whole affair. It should have put him off from joining, he had been ridiculed for quite a while, but he still liked this place. He might not have gotten his temporary freedom without it, and he wasn't a particularly big fan of battles.

The small alabaster lupine would pad up to the borders, small frown on his face. What if this didn't actually work out? He was sure all of the old guys were gone, but what if the rumours were still spreading? Commonwealth shook his head at his worries, looking up as he called "Uh, hello?". Hopefully he could get this over and done with quickly.

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Omg that sounds amazing
// throws support

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// hello! ^^

Yikes, they had to ask if someone was an enemy? He wasn't sure what type of creature would say the third option, certainly not him. He wasn't an intentional enemy or anything, he was just carrying the burdens of one. Damn it, why did he have t show compassion to a creature who had absorbed his soul?

The canine shuffled slightly, frown raising into something which just appeared neutral. She seemed happy enough, and she had addressed him with an honourable word even despite the off putting question. "Hello there. I'm Commonwealth Xerses-Panem, I wish to join the Knights of Eden again, if that's ok," came his response, nodding slightly in greetings. His death had revoked his membership, and though he would have been happy to just slip onto the territory and isolate himself, it might have caused uneeded problems for him.

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Well, that was unexpected. The dog pretty much just stayed still, eyeing the buffalo with amusement. He didn't have an emotional attachment to the camp, or anyone living inside it, so it was obvious to see why he had showed no anger towards the attack.

The canine disappeared, and once he flicked out of invisibility again, a new creature emerged. The hybrid teleported on top of one of the buffalo, quickly biting down onto it's neck to quickly stop it's stampeding. His fangs must have stayed there for minutes, making sure the creature wasn't going to stir again. If he wanted to, he could have killed every single creature where it stood, but why the hell would he waste his time? Feeling the last heartbeat from the large animal, 'Balor' would remove his fangs from the fat being, tilting his head up towards the sky.

"Exilers! They have graced us with free large massed food, a gift from the ones who started a war. They knew their own claws couldn't damage us, oh what bliss!" he chuckled, standing on top of his prize. Now his lack of shits were truly shown off. "We can even play a game of bucking broncho, or one of those Spanish Bull Fighting types if we can wrangle one of them up," came another maniacal giggle. Chaos was rising, and that egged on his less pessimistic side.

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"Thanks... and oh, you can stop calling me sir now as well," Com stated quickly, having a rather modest view of himself. A respectful term was ok if they didn't know him, but when they did know him, they could just call him Com, or Commonwealth, he didn't expect respect.

He blinked quite rapidly at the question, straightening himself up. There was no way of explaining everything that had happened to him in the past eight months or so. "I died," was one of the curtest responses he could utter. It hadn't been as simple as that, he had been killed trying to save someone from his old clan RadicalClan, only to be hunted down by one of the warriors. He was a healer, the only battle knowledge he had was with strategies, and brains could only get someone so far.

He was about to say more on the matter, but then the crocodile lumbered over and his attention was diverted. "Hello Titus," Commonwealth nodded coolly. Damn, that croc was big! Plus, he was probably freezing as well, it would suck to be a lizard in the winter.

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"Ow, my ears," the wolf muttered under his breath, flicking the aforementioned appendages with irritation. Whoever said Super Senses was beneficial deserved to get hit. Ok, maybe that was a little mean, not everybody shouted, but still, when he did meet someone who did, it always ended up in pain. Thankfully, the super senses wasn't as prominent in his nose, otherwise he might have just passed out from the peppermint smell.

The wolf shuffled over, neutral looking frown on his maw. Everything that needed to be said had been, so Commonwealth wasn't going to repeat it, instead he would just stare curiously at the stranger.He used to be the joining ninja quite some time ago, getting to joiners before anyone else did, but now, he was more then content to wonder over quietly.