Posts by Whiteknight.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]doesn't mean they couldn't have been men

A year, if not even long, had come and gone since last she had found this place a home, willing to let the word fall from her tongue, that she had known the comfort of family and friends, companionship her life lacked now. Her journey had been long and arduous, her steps leading her to travel from clan to group, trying to find that fleeting sense of familiarity, looking for family that had long ago followed her to the grave. For those last few months she had hidden herself away, ready to just give up for life had become a trial that troubled her mind, her body tired and unfamiliar, so similar to her own former self yet still so different. Something had made her go on, however, some small spark of hope that had been ignited long ago when her journey had only just begun, and she had forced herself to move, to take those first shaky steps to the only home she had ever known.

She knew that Frostbite, Twistedlies, and Starbucks would not be there, that they were still gone, long dead relics of a past that haunted her waking and sleeping hours, always there no matter how she tried to push it away, but something still drew her forward, driving her to find where Sunclan now called home. It was all so different now, those who resided here would have been born after her time was done, none would know who she was, the name Whiteknight empty to them but that would later be a blessing in disguise for there would be no hate, no spite, for their were no memories in which such might be drawn.

Taking in a deep breath her nose Knight came to forced herself to move, truding steps which drew her closer to the large structure set haphazardly on the edge of a cliff, her eyes darting about, seeking out movement. Hobbling along the orange and white tabby seemed out of place, the stump of her missing leg swinging as did her tail about her ankles, the once vibrant colours of her fur dull with dust and grime, the skin hugging her ribs and pelvic bone, seeking of little food consumption, but a smile was light on her lips, her voice proving strong as she called out. "If any of Sunclan would please speak with me I'm Whiteknight of Colouredstar and Lovestar's reign, I seek to join you once more, If you would allow me to."

It felt strange saying those names again, Colouredstar hadn't been around all that long when she was alive, her time mostly under Lovestar, yet it was a time she held no real memory of, fleeting and shattered was the few memories she still held. All she really remembered where the names, snippets, such as her dear sister and the choir she had set up, of how close they had once been, but she couldn't dwell on such things, if she did she knew she would cry. Oh she wished that Starbucks was around again, a shoulder to cry on and a warm hug always there when it was needed, someone to confide in and who had loved her for all she had done, but all of that was gone now and would be forever more.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]/smashes through the door with the fury of a thousand suns
I AM BACK
and so is this dick i haven't written in a fucking year
but anyway, hey dudes i be hat and i'm here to stay

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]A simple shake of her head was all Knight came to give to the unanswered inquiry for she did not know Karma, her time had ended well before Lovelace had come to hand leadership to another and so she knew none of the brood that had come to take Sunclan after her leaving, yet her smile faltered when the canine offered who her parent was. For a few beats she thought of simply brushing it aside but chose instead to indulge the other, speaking more softly now. "Whiteknight, but please call me Knight, most did, daughter of... Frostbite and Twistedlies."

Her words trailed into silence and her body tensed, hoping that Ryuko might not know of tho names, of Sabre who was her grandfather, or maybe h could be called father as by the end he had taken Frostbite over, her tail twitched about her ankles, a nervous gesture she couldn't control. "Thank you, is there anywhere I might get cleaned up?" Sheepishly she offered the inquiry, gesturing to her grimy side as she spoke, a mix of mud and dust sticking to the fur, something water would be needed to get rid of.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]it's been a while since i was last in sunclan and even longer since knight was around so i need some threads and plots to get me back into the swing of writing her. i am working on getting her bio up but, for now, have some basic information on her

a reclusive soul she is quiet but now because she is shy, she finds actions to be more telling than words could ever be and so observes before speaking, yet is a soft heart under a hard exterior of cold, cunning intelligence. the daughter of frostbite and twistedlies she currently inhabits the two year old body of a white and orange tabby, as close to her birth form as she might get, but is missing her right fore limb, carried over from her old body

she is transgender and is demiromantic grey-asexual

open; anythjng not listed below
possible; litters, injury ( minor/serious ), drunken one-night stands ( any gender )
closed to; death, capture, mutilation, possession

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]She had no wish to challenge the tiger, a battle that would tip within his favor for her stature was smaller, a missing leg proving to be a downfall in battle already, and she was exhausted, sleep fleeting and hunger never quite claiming her, meaning the weight she had lost had yet to be gained once more. Swallowing thickly Knight drew herself towards the tree, catching the sight of the creature tucked within, his emotions a swirling mass of colour that exploded in her head, pushing her thoughts aside. Grounding her teeth together she cut it off, shutting her power off so his emotions might not distract her.

Creeping closer she did her best to hide beneath the tree, pressing her body up against it, the wash of shadow and light helping to conceal her somewhat. Drawing on her telepathy she made an attempt to reach out to Wythe's mind, drawing in deep breaths as she tried to pass on her message, hoping he did not spot her approach and didn't know she was just below. Why are you here? She offered the inquiry without realizing this was an enemy, the status of foreign affairs currently unknown to her and so she had no idea he was not supposed to be here, waiting tensely for an answer, if any was to come

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]She had seen worse, had been through worse, than what Seafoam could supposedly dish out and so the small feline felt only disgust as she approached, the actions of the deputy something she would have rathered missed out on but there was no helping that. Doing her best to keep her expression neutral Knight offered only a few short words, curious about this Drogon. "A dragon? I thought such beasts were not real, let alone tamable." In her childhood it had been Starbucks that had comforted her when the hallucinations came, those flying lizards with tongues of flame lickkng at their japping jaws primarily what had tormented her, but time had worn away at her and now she no longer experienced the hallucinations nor the fear.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]Well, that complicated things. Grinding her teeth together she pushed off the tree, swaying slightly as she once more regained her balance yet she didn't bother leaving the protection of the tree, looking up towards the tiger as he moved. "It isn't mine nor do I care for it all that much and don't call me missy, I'm old enough to be your fucking mother," a stream of laughter followed these words for she was indeed old enough to be so, though her body was two years old she was well on the way to being six, meaning she was old enough to be his grandmother even. "As for messing with the others..."

Her voice trailed off into silence as the next part was not something she wished to say aloud, sighing heavily as she sent forth her message. For all I care they can go fuck themselves, they're strangers to me, why would I care what happens to them. Though Knight would readily help them all pack their bags for a trip to hell she didn't mean the words in the slightest, hoping her little lie would go over easy with Wythe, manipulating her emotions, worry becoming hate and anger. It might not work but she hoped it was enough to fool the Colouredclanner, closing her mind off icase the other also had the ability to read her thoughts which would help hi to see through her lie.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]It was strange being here once more, to find all her memories were nothing more than just that, fragments of a past that had been wiped out entirely as a new generation of Sunclanners came to take over, faces and names lost to her. In the very least few seemed to know or care who Sabre had been, a tyrant of a time left to rot now and she could not help but feel realized with that information, it meant she could have a new start, not be thought of simply as one of his grandspawns, a creature raised to be as bloodthirsty and power mad as he had been. But a new beginning meant trying to fit in, to learn how things worked here now though she was pleased they still had the mob structure, the familiarity to the old Sunclan she had experienced when she was a child and apprentice stopped there, however.

Stretched out beneath the shadow of a tree Knight came to use her claws to scratch patterns into the dirt, such relieving her of some small ounce of her boredom but it wasn't much, sleep tugging at her, trying to drww her into it,s comforting darkness. Shaking it off the feline swiping at the ground, her paw sweeping along the imavs she had made which disappeared with a puff of dust, casting her gaze over the land, seeking out some company, maybe someone willing to talk or even test her rusty battle skills with, she was in dire need of some fighting lessons.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; background:#b38481; width:300px; height:11px; text-align:left; color:#fefefe; font-size:15pt;]whiteknight [size=6pt]the broken child seeking redemption[/size][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 416px; height: 200px; padding: 0px;overflow: auto; margin-top:5px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify;]name - whiteknight
• there is no specific reasoning behind this name and she isn't quite sure why it is she decided to keep it
nickname - knight
• often goes by this instead of her full name
age - two years
• in spirit around six years
timing method - real time
d.o.b - undetermined
sex - male
gender - female/transgender
orientation - demiromantic grey-asexual

allegiance - sunclan
• born and raised in sunclan but left when she was an older apprentice, since travelled around and returned to sunclan on the fourteenth of october 2015
ranking - regular member

appearance
• white with large splatters of orange tabby over her body
• oddly toned eyes - blue & green
• quite short and skinny, little weight
• long scars over middle of back, unknown origin
• right foreleg was torn off, leaving a scarred stump, often covered with linen bandages
items
• small leather satchel - often left in her room, used to carry everything when travelling
• cigarettes & matches, very rarely smokes, usually when she is extremely agitated or angry
• small knife, for self defense
• large black sweater for when the weather gets colder
problems - walks with a limp/hobbles because of her missing leg

personality
positive
• level headed, intelligent, peaceful, cunning
neutral
• thoughtful, observant, protective, poliet
negative
• quick to judge, aggressive, spiteful, untrusting
problems - anger issues, insomniac
powers - telepathy, emotion manipulation, phasing/ghost mode

daughter to frostbite and twistedlies, siblings are unknown besides starbucks
currently not in a relationship, none is planned for the future, and has no children

theme song - breman, pigmen theatre co.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Silently the small tabby waited to be approached, looking around in hopes she mind find the needed people who she might give her idea to.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]Her lips curled slightly, a soft smile that she offered towards those who came to approach in the form of a greeting, pushing herself up onto her haunches. "I don't think I have met you Mistflight, or you Kate, but it is a pleasure to meet you now," she spoke softly yet her words soon drifted into laughter, a paw placed over her mouth stifling it slightly, her gaze shifting towards Ryuko. Well, it seemed she did indeed know who Karma was now, offering him a warm smile as she spoke once more.

"So you're Karma, father of Ryuko, I presume? Anyway, I'm Whiteknight, but please, feel free to call me Knight," straightening again she stretched her remaining forepaw upon which a small butterfly rested, it's wings orange rimmed with black, a few seconds passing before it came to leave her paw, fluttering above the others before it came to shudder. Finally the small bug came to explode in a shower of snowflakes, all of this taking mere seconds, a little illusion Knight used to perform to keep herself entertained.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]The water of that small stream held a slight chill to it, a phantom of the cold which would seep through it as the months progressed and winter closed over the land, engulfing her wrist as she leaned forward, balancing upon the wet surface of a stepping stone. Finally her toes grazed the bottom, loose rocks and pebbles shifting as she did, righting herself before another paw was submerged, the last following close behind. Slow steps drew Knight forward, the limp which affected her walk clear now as the muscles of her legs contracted, clenching in some attempt to retain heat, forcing her to shorten her steps.

Ever so slowly the water rose, lapping at the scarred stump of her right forelimb before it too was swallowed, tickling along her belly before she finally drew to a halt. Cast in a pattern of shadow and light the stream flowed around her, a lazy, easy thing yet she felt the pull, the water trying to tug her under the surface. Standing her ground she sought out the small silver flash that spoke of the fish that moved through the stream, seeking the ocean where it came to flow out to, her eyes darting to-and-fro, always searching. Sudden she moved, lifting herself only to crash back into the water, her claws finding scales, resisting before they sunk through into the softer flesh beneath, yet this left her unbalanced, her body tipping forward until she collapsed into the water.

"Fuck," a single word, pushed through pursed lips, it was all she came to say as she scrambled to right herself, soaked to the bone but triumphant all the same, the small fish she had killed floating by. Quickly she chased after it, scooping it up before depositing it on the grassy shore, wading out into the middle of the stream once more, not quite ready to turn in.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]It's snowing. Small and delicate is each flake, a mere slither of frozen water which gleams and shimmers as it falls, a perfect white set against the orange and red backdrop of the trees, coloured by autumn's touch. Yet it wasn't real, though pretty those tiny little flakes were nothing more than an illusion, unaffected by the breath of wind that came to dig cold fingers into her coat, by the slight heat that penetrated the air, disappearing as it came to touch the gnarled roots upon which Knight came to rest. Tucked into a space between them the small figure rested her chin upon her paw, watching the flakes as they spiralled and fell, illusions she cast to hold her wandering mind, a sigh drawn from her as the last flake faded from existence.

Strange, such was the only word she might come to find that could express how it was she felt, the sensations which had taken her when first she had crossed the border, since she had come to find her home after so long, but could she really call it that? Her family was gone, dead and buried as she might have been if she had stuck around after the war, or maybe she might have become a soldier for Sabre, a puppet following orders with no hope of ever being freed, her time gone just as the school she called home long ago was.

Her teeth closed around the soft skin of her lower lip, digging in as her jaw shifted, chewing upon the pale flesh. Such an act was something she performed regularly now, a habit she could not drop such as the bitting of her wrists, the skin scarred because of it, delving deep into her memories for it was the only way her life might live once more, struggling to hold back the urge to punch something, wanting that rush of adrenaline, to know that she was alive when she wanted only to be with her loved ones once more.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Romanoff," she spoke the word beneath her breath, testing it, and strangely it held a weight that no other name seemed to hold. Strange to think a name that dictated who your family was came to become such freely given information, a thing so few had once before, a title held close, and yet times had changed. "It's good to meet you." Raising her voice she allowed her gaze to flick up towards the feline in question, giving her a slight smile yet it hardened, her lips parting to release a bitter laugh.

Slowly she turned to Bill, taking a few seconds before she answered, doing her best to resist the urge to slap the smirk from his face. "Who are we to determine what a knight is, hmm? Is it one who dons armour and protects the pitiful and weak, or something who strives to do all they can, to help where they can. Or are they simply fools seeking to be eaten by dragons all for the love of someone who they are forced to be with?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Ahh, yes, I had an idea," the smile the small feline offered with these words was shaky, seemingly ready to slip away at any moment, her paw shuffling along the ground jna gesture of her discomfort. She had never done this before but she had enjoyed the old tournaments when she was a child, spectacular events she would have loved to see once more, even if she might not participate herself any longer. "I was thinking we could set up a tournament, as Sunclan used to do, for us and our allies. It would be split into three different events, a one-on-one fight with no powers and only creatures alive today allowed to be use, as a way to make things fair, a one-on-one with any power at the fighters disposal, an an aerial battle, separated into avians, winged mammals, and dragons so it is fair for those who choose to fight in it."

Straightening up Knight found her voice strengthening with each word she spoke, facing the three yet her eyes moved between them, looking at each in turn. "There will of course be prizes for those who are victorious, as to what those are Hat hasn't had the time to think it over just yet, and when it is all finished we could set up a feast, or a party, something fun to help everyone unwind, possibly a bonfire on the beach."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]Nostalgia, such a bittersweet thing it can prove to be. From the first step she had taken upon the white surface of the beach she had found herself flooded with memories, scenes that were so similar but she could tell the difference, those little details standing out only to be the sharpest knife that scoured her heart. She didn't know how long she would be able to avoid it all, how she was to be strong enough to stay here and live out the rest of her days in relative peace when the memories sought her, tearing apart the little sleep she was able to claim each night. In truth she was not sure she could last even another day unless she was strong enough to confront it all, to stand up to it all and prove she was strong enough to go on, to make a home here.

It was as such the cream toned felidae found herself upon the beach, the small grains of sand stinging as they dug into the skin between her toes, but she gave this no attention, lingering on the soft waves the swell came to offer. The sound of the water was calming, that salty tang that dominated all other scents filling her nose, all of it almost overwhelming. Drawing in a deep breath Knight finally dragged her gaze away from the water, startled when it came to graze over the trio yet this didn't stop her from approaching, curious as to what was going on.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]i stood by your hospital bed-
information - battle - abilities - biography

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( i haven't been in much of a mood to write, being unwell hasn't helped, so hpthis shall mark the beginning of me actually getting active with knight, hopefully, maybe, probably not )

Soft creaks and groans rose from that old piece of driftwood, a log that had long ago been torn from the ground only to find a welcoming embrace in the sea, a journey that cast it upon the golden sand, as she shifted. These sounds were slight, whispers in her ears that were easy to push to the side for the moment, forgotten as quickly as their life came to draw to an end. Stretching out before her the sand gleamed silver beneath the light of the moon, a sea so calm and serene besides that of the dark, frothing waves, raising up in white crested peaks only to crash back down once more. It was a scene she came to bear witness to many nights, the sound of the waves more calming than any other that filled the spaces of the castle, a lullaby to her ears.

Yet it also troubled her for it brought back memories, of a beach house, a hut that squatted on the edge of a beach not unlike this one. It had been so long since last she had seen that building, her last glimpse of it a burnt husk, charred, blackened wooden struts eaten by the flames the last she had seen of it. Maybe the remains still stood, maybe it had crumbled or had all become ashes. Maybe someday she would find the courage to find out, to see for herself hwat had become of that old structure, but for tonight she just wanted to relax, watching the waves through half-lidded eyes.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]i stood by your hospital bed-
information - battle - abilities - biography

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]"Oh, I'm alright just..." Words failed her as once more her thoughts turned to that long ago time when once the mighty Permafrost had ruled, when she had returned for only a short time, but it had been enough. Those few months had been the hardest, even as her time dwelling in the mountain range had been hard and gruelling it at least had some comfort to it, the old school, the beach house, the time before was what tormented her so. "Remembering my childhood, if it could be called that." Simple was this explanation but it was as close to the truth Knight found herself able to get to, not wishing to divulge her plan to find that old beach house, to see what had become of it's wreak.

As the next words flowed through her mind, so like the water she focused upon still, not daring to look to either of her companions, she instinctively brought her shield up once more, not wishing to let this other to see what ran through her thoughts. With the rise of her own telepathic abilities she found her mind more open to others, that another with the same ability could so easily force their way in, sometimes she even found her thoughts were projected without meaning for this to happen. It was bothersome, just as the bright flashes of colour that spoke of others emotion that flashed through her mind proved to be, but she could not afford to give up her power when she was already so weak.

"Chatting, or at least that is what I would call this exchange," speaking softly her gaze finally turned, looking towards Imperialexecution through cloudy eyes. Time had slowly robbed her of many things, a missing limb and poor eyesight but a few of these things, but she knew a blind man when she saw one all the same. "I don't believe we have meat before, you may call me Knight, that is, if you wish to further this little talk, or maybe it is a different task you wish to engage in." Shifting her weight, this drawing another creaking groan from the driftwood she perched upon, she waited for one of them to talk, hoping neither misunderstood her words for she meant nothing by them, simply enjoying this little bit of company on a sleepless night.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]i stood by your hospital bed-
information - battle - abilities - biography

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]( because i can, anyway, this is set in hunter's dream so all characters here will end up being hunters since i don't think yharnem citizens can enter it though you can be something like the doll as well since there is no information saying if she is the only one or if there were more at one point, so enjoy this madness which i'm on a bloodborne high )

The grass whispered ever softly, shifting and wavering about her legs, engulfing the saw cleaver that hung from a limp hand. She had been here for only a month now, a hunter of monsters that had once been real people, their lives cut short beneath her blade, but was their existence really a life? At this point she dared not question it for she did not wish for the answer, to find that she had been killing innocent people, that somehow their minds still survived this disease, living on in those broken shells. Yharnem was a place of bloodshed and pain, once it might have been a beautiful city where laughter and talk rang through the air, now it was the cries of the damned that she heard each day she walked those streets, cleaver and blunderbuss in hand, forced to kill or be killed.

Yet here it was different. Here only Gehmen, the Doll, and the messengers were to be found, though at times she found she was lonely still, that she yearned for the presence of another like her, a hunter forced to kill to save this place, striving to do good even if the deaths they caused weighed heavy on their hearts. She had seen hunters come and go during her time here but she had never approached them, always scared she would be turned away, or attacked as the rogue hunters she had encountered had so savagely tried to kill her, such a thought worrying. And so she sat besides the stone bird bath, or could it be called a messenger bath now for one of them sat within the inky black substance contained in that stone bowl, watching the other hunters yet never daring to approach them.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]i stood by your hospital bed-
information - battle - abilities - biography

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify]She couldn't easily be called new, her time within Sunclan as it currently was did indeed prove to be short but her life had begun and ended here long ago, if anything she might possibly be the oldest member there. But meeting others was not that bad of an idea, she had come to stay isolated for the most part, not quite trusting herself around others just yet, rarely seeking company on her own accord. Yet she had felt the pull of loneliness these past few days and could not help but heed the call, her steps slow, almost hesitant at first, drawing her closer to the larger creature.

A tense smile crossed her lips when she drew to a halt near to him, being careful to keep some distance between them, settling upon her haunches, glad to take the weight off her paws. Though used to it walking upon three limbs still proved tiring and took more energy than Knight had at any given point, the dull sheen to her eyes and the bags beneath them showing how tired she truly was. Hello, I don't believe we have met before. Sending forth the thought she decided it might be best to use the same communication system Alphonse had come to use, and it had been sometime since she had used her telepathy, it would be good to use it for once. I'm Whiteknight but please, feel free to call me Knight.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center]i stood by your hospital bed-
information - battle - abilities - biography