Posts by THIEF.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]theres a sans for every clan and then some

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]* wha's with this place an' giving out your full fuckin' pedigree? that's dumb. the lynx snorted as he approached, a sneer painted across his maw. Neue stared down at the creature in disdain, a single eyebrow raised. What was this.. thing even supposed to be? It looked like some kind of mutated rat, and not one he was familiar with. *the hell are you supposed to be?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue blinked. Since when could food.. talk? His ears twitched a bit, head cocked to the side in a display of his obvious confusion. Was.. he that tired? But why were other people responding to it? Nervously, he leaned towards one of his clanmates and whispered to them, * why's th' food talking?, sounding just this side of distressed over the matter.

The realization that he was indeed tired enough to be hallucinating talking prey made him painfully aware of that fact. Eugh.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]- comic neue is a Real Font based off of comic sans, and so is itc cancione

- the timeline he's from is riddled with Bad Awful Things. can you believe he's homesick

- his wyvren body was intended to be his only power, and it would severely injure him ir kill him if he used it ever

- hes a narcoleptic w/ cataplexy. sometimes he forgets words when he says them

- i have his death thread written already oops

- the rabies infection was supposed to be his perma death but i changed my mind

- Craig is Bad at Interesting Facts

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]fight the whole school, teeth

this just in: craig is still too lazy to switch off this sub

cha cha slides out of blizzardclan
//rushed + its 3am. idk if he'll b back we will See[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] Really, he wasn't actually suicidal.

He had tried once before, when Cancione was still a little kid and similiar feelings of numbness had sunk into the very core of his soul. He'd tried to bury himself in the snow, freeze to death like a lizard in a freezer; tiny brain trying to fire until it inevitably died. It was like falling asleep, so he'd read once in an outdated text book. All he had to do was fall asleep. it was going to be good, so good, until someone had found him.

Greater Dog had found him, funnily enough. Neue still laughed over it in private because somehow, laughing over your suicide attempt wasn't "acceptable humor" for a town that thrived off of rape and torture. Still, the thought of a dog digging a bag of bones out of the snow was pretty fucking funny to him, even now.

So, no, he wasn't actually suicidal.. that's what he tells himself when he sits up here anyway. He'd been coming here more and more these days, as stress piled up more and more. He felt like he was drowning in it, honestly; choking on his own petty problems and insecurities because he's too fucking tired all the time to do anything about any of them. God, he was so sick of being tired all the time? What wore him out so much anyway? Napping? He was too tired to be a productive member of society, memories skipping away like sand from his palm. Neue couldn't remember what he was doing before he came to sit upon the guard rail, let alone what he said he'd do or where he'd go to deliver gifts.

The demotion hadn't even bothered him, oddly enough, until someone tried to apologize to him about it. Then, the thoughts came in droves. How useless could he be? Fucking up such a damn simple position like that. Worthless. Useless. Why weren't tou just scrapped when Aster noticed your obvious flaws?

Then there was.. Blueberry getting..

Neue's mind went blank. There was too much. He couldn't handle this much. Really, he kind of just wanted to sleep and not wake up to see the next morning.

So, not thinking, not really, he...

jumped.

Ground beneath his paws was a memory, the lynx plummeted off the guard rail of the main isle. Time seemed to move slower as he free-fell, cliche as it was. His life didn't flash before his eyes as he grew closer and closer to the ground either. It was kind of a disappointment, really. He had time to think about the life he lead, but he didn't. He didn't want to.

He didn't think about Blueberry and how his only fucking friend in this place was hurt beyond anything that he could do to help the poor guy. Feeling helpless wasn't something Neue was accustomed to. He felt guilty, and he hated it.

He didn't think about his brother and what he would do once he found out his dog was dead, killed himself even. Would he believe it? Would he care? That was the bigger question.

Neue ended up crashing onto an island lower than the main one, instead of the earth as he'd expected. Much to his disappointment, it didn't kill him either, but a blissful darkness enveloped his mind all the same; ensnared his soul in an icy grip in which it couldn't free itself. Though his flank rose and fell, Neue was dead to the world around him.

[align=center] shinedown - enemies

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:344px; font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:90%; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#cd0c0c;] — listen up, there's not a moment to spare. it's quite a drop from the top, so how you feelin' down there? it's a cold, cruel, harsh reality: caught, stuck here with [b]your enemies.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:300px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:90%; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#cd0c0c;] — 'cause i'm just getting started, let me offend! the devil's got nothing on me, my friend. all i want is to be left alone; tact from me is like [color=red]blood from a stone

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]neue used to live in blizzardclan for a long while
what if.. he did it...

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]i dont feel like making a joining thread but HELLO

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]
aaah yea it could

skip to the torture, maybe? im no good at capturing rip

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]yep! private or open?

itll be his first ever torture woo boy

anything specific you want done?[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] The little squirt was from BlizzardClan, his old home. Ironic, right? There was some sort of ironic humor in this situation if you cared to look deep enough.

Neue wasn't sure why he had grabbed the apprentice. The scrawny feline dangled from his massive jaws as he crossed the territory. The smell that reached his nostrils was rotten. It made him want to throw up. His strides were short and quick, a long tail trailing after him. They'd had seen him try and snatch his collar back from his now deceased former body, and he.. he had simply reacted. His mind had gone blank, and he'd just grabbed them and ran from the territory as fast as his new body could carry the two of them down the stairs.

Once he had reached a suitable clearing, the bear-like creature finally spat the Blizzardclanner out of his mouth. Thin lines of saliva connected his maw to their pale colored pelt. Neue grimanced. Disgusting.

" Brats like you should, should really mind your own business. " the massive bear-like dog growled, though his voice stuttered, as if he wasn't sure of his actions. His brother wasn't here. Cancione usually told him what to do. A hulking paw pressed down none too lightly on the Blizzardclanner's flank; the pressure wasn't enough to do any harm, but enough to keep the apprentice pinned under his paw's weight. Neue swallowed, nervous. This was a kid. He was harming a kid. The Guard back home would have his head for this. They'd toss his remains into the river. He shouldn't do this. His paw pressed down a little harder instead. Against his better judgements, Neue continued.

" If ya'd of just let me get my collar in peace.. 'ey, you'd be back home. Safe 'n.. safe an' warm. You regret it yet? "

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2369261.new#new boop

lmao ok. if a specific injury comes to mind lemme kno[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]" For you t' learn a fuckin' - a fucking lesson! " Sanguine eyes were wide with something desperate; it was not rage, for the bear-dog was not angry. Kids were annoying; he was fine with most kids, but the only kid he'd ever associated with BlizzardClan was Verdana. He didn't like Verdana. All he was associating this one is was that whiny little pup that dared to look so miserable about something he took with a grain of salt. " Brats like you need a beating for anything to sink into your thick fucking skulls. "

The claws on his paws were not dull - they were more akin to bear claws than dog, though both characteristics ran rampant through the amphicyon. Neue hesitated, for a moment, before raising his paw and slamming it back down on the apprentice's flank. It would break or fracture something, he was sure. Even without trying, without his super strength, the strength of this body alone was impressive.

His claws would try and dig in as well, sharp hooks trying to embed themselves into flesh like it was a tree and not a squishy apprentice. He could kill him, easy, but he didn't want to. There was still some glimmer of loyalty to his old home in him, unfortunately.

// rushed!! [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]As the Amphicyon became grossly aware of his new clanmates starting to watch, he felt a trickle of insecurity wriggle its way into his soul. Nervous, the bear-dog lifted his head, keeping his massive paw on the apprentice. Tortures were supposed to be a show. Was this one? He didn't really know. They looked.. well, Neue was never any good at reading expressions here. Bored, he guessed. Anxious, suddenly, he attempted to remedy his failure. " Uh.. heh.. I.. didn't expect an audience? Wh.. what should I.. uh.. I do with 'im? " An eager mutt he was, trying to impress his clanmates. There was a lot he could do.. probably. Nothing came to mind, except beating his shit in.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Ph. Oh.

This was.. fine. He guessed. Neue felt marginally bad for Blizzard's appearance here. He did snatch Whitepaw in a fit of.. something. Frankly, he still didn't know why he did it. He'd been caught, and simply, reacted. The hulking bear-dog was still unused to the slowness of his body, stalking up to the battlefield slowly. A long tail swayed behind him, twitching anxiously now and then — these were people he knew, might of even been friends with. Ah, well.. he doubted Blueberry was among them. This was fine.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:300px; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; text-transform:; line-height:86%; letter-spacing:-1px; color:#cd0c0c;] — peel the mask away, drop the masquerade, loose the tough guy facade; the world's a scary place, everybody's afraid. whether they like to admit it or not, its the truth

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]crawls in really fast to say hello before runnING