Posts by Jet H.

[justify]if you could make it that would be 10/10 !!
but if not id be able to do it too :^))

[justify]hollux ;^))
wink wonk

also polla and verle ND hollerl
aND hollerlux
bc 3 dudes bein 3 dudes

[justify]Red. All his saw was red. It swamped his vision, bobbing up and down with each leap across the terrain he took. He was sprinting, chasing, teeth bared but grinding forcefully. His front and hind legs would come close to connecting, and in an instant be tearing away from each other, propelling the tom further along the landscape.

"Eat shit!" A voice ahead of him yelped, it's possessor a small animal, a raccoon. He'd come across him at the border, but Hollis burned the trespassers words down quite quickly to realize the animal was just there to get a kick out of his anger. Didn't take long for the first tier to go at him, blinded by rage. But what had the pest said? He'd been threatening him, the Clan (which he wasn't so much as mad about), but then the bitch started past him, trying to break into their territory.

The boy was on him in an instant, grabbing him from the ground and flipping him on his back to pin the smaller creature. It squirmed and yelped beneath him, whining about how he was 'oh so hungry' and that he didn't mean it, and was begging for forgiveness. But the explanation was no use, Hollis' vision and mind could not be cleared until he knew the little shit wouldn't bother him anymore—at least not on this planet.

Dead. The nocturnal creature was dead, and finally Hollis could think. He was breathing heavy, sweat beading at his temples. He spit some of the raccoons fur from his mouth, doe brown eyes squinting as he picked the limp body up between his teeth and searched for the direction of camp, the sun beating down into his line of view. His sides still heaved as he began to trudge across the sand, small grunts leaving his muffled lips.

[justify]Oh my god.

He'd been walking, that's all. Just minding his own business.

Thumpthumpthump.

The distant rumble caught him off guard, head snapping around to gaze over his shoulder, eyebrows knitted and jaw clenched. On the horizon. Moving shadows, looming closer and closer. What were they? They were running fast, that's all he could tell, and the were coming towards him—no, maybe a little bit over to his right. But whatever the group was—it spotted him, and it was charging towards him.

He made a noise, almost like a hiccup, lips pursing as tension filled his muscles. He stumble across his stiff legs for a moment, the loud pants coming from the stampede of animals dwelling closer, tickling the fur on the back of his neck. Hollis broke out into a sprint, mouth open.

But it was too late.

One hit into his leg. Two, heads bouncing into his flank. Three, jumping, piling on top of him. He swore under his breath, letting the weight carry him into the soft dirt. But time ticked, and he felt no biting, no cutting—he felt soft prods, nibbles, and nuzzles. And yapping. He heard puppy yapping.

The lean make was able to flip on to his back to meet eyes with an eager yellow pup. It breathed it's baby breath right in his face and didn't hesitate to lick him square on the face. Then there were two on his face, and then three. Warm puppies, about a dozen of them, roamed around him. He squirmed and spluttered, eyes squeezing shut, lips pursing.

So much warmth, so much happiness. It was like the best hug ever. A smile began to burn into his shaky lips, but was swallowed down as he grunted, "Help ... please." Hollis wanted to laugh, but he kept still instead. Where had they came from? Who let all these little dudes out?

After a few moments of no response from anyone but a pup, he sighed, letting a chuckle slip past. A chuckle, a giggle, a laugh as his nose was kissed with the soft tongue of a Saint Bernard puppy. "I'm gonna keep you guys." He whispered. They all collectively began to whine and yap again, embracing the grump even more. "Shush. Shush." He snapped, trying to keep calm, biting his lips to frown.

This was the best and worst thing ever.

[justify]"I jus-just ... uh—" The usually stoic male jumped a little at Melantha's voice. God, she could be a sly little one if she wanted to. Deep down ... Hollis loved dogs. It was ... it was an ugly obsession to him. They were just ... cute, and ... and he wanted to hug all of them. He would never admit that though, obviously. What kind of tough guy had a soft spot for pups?

The feline was eventually able to squirm himself out of the mess. The mass of small fur balls whined and cried as he pulled away from them. Big sad eyes peeked up at him everywhere, making his go wide. They all began to surround him, sniffing and licking him in adoration.

"H-Hey, stop that." The first tier had to hold back a giggle, tearing away from the dozen, trying to move towards the deputy. But instead, they followed. He padded away a distance, and they still followed. He ran in a circle, trying to escape them, but still, they followed. "You guys ... won't you k-kids stop following me?" And yet they still showered him in slobber-kisses. So ashamed, he was so ashamed.

[justify]"Muffincakes? What about Babycakes? Or sweet-cheeks? Muffintop? Cupcake?" The tall tom could go on and on, but he stopped, a grin growing on his face, his tongue ticked between his teeth. "Right. I'll stop now." And he did—for now. It was funny to do this kind of stuff, just bullshit teasing. It wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings, unless they were some piss baby. Then they probably deserved to hear some of the truth.

The silver furred boy strolled forward to the lime-eyed female. "Welcome then, or at least welcome back." He said this in a less meaningful manner, he didn't really care for the sugary greetings. "Hollis Faust." That was his name, and that's really all there was to it.

[justify]its hollerl
PH MY GOD
HOLLERL
IDK WHY BUT IM YELLING ITS SO FUNNY

[justify]Usually Hollis would be quite eager to get a good view of the torture session, but not this time. No, certainly not this time. With a dozen puppies following him around all the time, looking up to him like a parent or something, he felt weary as he saw the crocodile, cigarettes in each nostril, stepping back. He kept his lips in a firm line, turning his head to the pack of pups wagging their tails behind him.

"Go home ... you guys. Scram." He mumbled to the young dogs, and without hesitation, they all gave a joyful yap and tumbled away. God, those little shits were obedient. The silvery tom stepped forward, smirking at Pollux. "Oh, you gettin' Sola some croc skin boots for the holidays?" Hollis chuckled lowly.

[justify]"Well then you're accepted, Jack."

The rumble of the tom came with his low appearance, head hanging and peering up at the joiner with sharp brown eyes. He had his lips parted, licking them quickly to sense the dryness of his mouth. "I'm Hollis Faust ... welcome, I guess." He wasn't all too great at these welcoming parties on the first hand, but on the second hand the herd of puppies that constantly pursued him with an awkward catch. He wasn't quite sure, the dozen of them just started following him one day and that was that. Hollis was a mean bastard, but hell, he loved the little shits that followed him. Wouldn't admit that, though—he only told them, and they didn't talk much so they wouldn't go yapping their heads off.

His gaze jumped to his rear, head craning to watch the pack of pups. "Shhh." He murmured to a few rowdy kids, whom were biting at each other's tails. "So, how'd you get here? Someone recommend you to us?" He questioned Jack. The silver make wasn't usually so curious, he just wanted to keep his mind ticking.

[justify]oh wow those plots are perfect !!
i have hollis, who's a bit of a jerk and a player, but i think maybe the first plot with the ex-lover could be interesting? while he's a bit of a playboy, he really likes to pursue after his lovers so,,, maybe they could be former lovers and have things be sour between them and see where it goes to?

[justify]SCREAMS YES
WHO IS HOLLY THO??
gotta be cute but a jerk
OH MY GOD THUMPER FROM BAMBI LETS GOOOO

[justify]aw yesss !!
if you can make it, that'd be amazing
if not, ill make it right after i finish studying !

[justify]"Nah, this is BallClan now. Everything ball around here. We beat BloodClan and now our religion is ball. Welcome."

Haha. Hollis could almost laugh, except he really hated his own joke so he kept quiet, kept his lips tight. "You alright there, man?" The platinum furred feline questioned. Man, this dude looked a little bent out of shape. Not that he didn't either, Hollis wasn't innocent of that. "M'Hollis, by the way, kid." The boy mumbled, stepping towards the shaky stranger.

[justify]Hollis made his way over, eyeing Sola as he circled and took a seat. God, why was he so tired all the sudden?

[justify]Quick, quick. He had to get there quick. Too much time wasted, and he would be in trouble—because he was in trouble. The serval was jogging towards the border, biting his tongue and then biting his lip, switching between the two with haste. His steps were taken gingerly, as his hazel eyes were bruised with exhaustion and discomfort. He should've never left, he should've never let SunClan go again, and again, and again. He had to stay here, he felt safe when he was, and he felt that if he stayed, maybe things could be safer in SunClan, too.

Hell, he just didn't know how late he was to the party.

The tall cat gave a sheepish smile, his pace slowing at the scent markers. His gaze checked left and right for a sign of a patrol, but when he detected none, he spoke up. "Hello? I'm Ashton—I'm rejoining." Again. It had been a long time since he'd been leader, and it had only been so many weeks since he watched Seafoam take Boo's place. Seafoam. That's why he was here. The speaking of loners had gotten him worried of the name Orpheus, the new ruler. But he had feared that Sea had passed on—not a takeover. It would be a loud awakening for Ash.

[justify]Holy shit. It was something he wanted to say, but kept his lips tight as he usually did. It would've been rude—even if he had said so in a concerning manner. Hell? SunClan was now so low that it could be considered an equivalent to hell? His heart seemed to go ice cold in his body, shivering all the way through his spine. "Thank you, Greenday, Apollo." What had gone wrong? In the span of a few weeks, how had the milk spilled and gone sour. His face seemed to go blank, yet the storm behind his eyes that lead into his mind was a war.

"Hey, uh, are you two alright? I mean, everyone, too, is everyone okay? Something doesn't seem right." The serval asked softly then, his eyebrows pushing together. Ashton spoke lowly, tone smooth as a whisper. There was this feeling inside of him that gave him a sense of alarm for SunClan. Live there for a while and that happens, usually.

[justify]He would bite his tongue again. He would listen to them speak and he would hire his tongue until it bled. A takeover? A takeover. His hazel eyes went blank and then they went dark and cold like a stone. A metallic green, usually swimming with marigold and daffodils, his irises now went bleak like the blade of a knife. "God." He sucked his word in, and coughed it right out. He watched the three females approach and explain with parted lips, his breathing heavy. He stared at Emilie with a loss of words, finding no expression of comfort for his old friend or for any of the SunClanners.

For once, he didn't know what to do.

He had always gotten away from something if he didn't like it, move on to something that made him happier. But now that he had ... the thing that made him happy was now ruined, almost gone. "I ... holy shit." So then he had said it, unapologetic for his shock as he glanced away from everyone and held back his tears, held back his anger. It was after a few more moments of recollection that he was able to speak again. "I won't need any food right now, but it's nice to meet you, Florence—Lydia, too." He stared once again at Emilie. "I need to talk to you later, Em." Ashton then looked to the others as well, "I'd actually like to get to talk to all of you sometime as well—I just ... I ..." He broke off, a paw placed on his face as he shut his eyes. Someone might've expected him to make a run for it now—but SunClan was his home, and he needed to help.

[justify]You're as good as dead here. The words made his mind go fuzzy. He knew Seafoam had his struggles, Ashton had his and so did that girl and so did that guy as did everyone. But to know that the vessel of his body was capable for the torture and murder of others without his own control? It chilled him to the very bone. It scared him. Albeit a lot did make him terrified, but nothing did as much as this did now. He held his breath for a few moments, watching Dorian and then Olivia.

He made a soft noise, feeling numb but having to respond to both of them. It was when Emilie spoke that he was able to figure out what to say again. Things weren't coming so easy all of the sudden, and he wasn't surprised. "Y-Yeah. I'll be careful." He murmured, though he knew he was caring for others but not so centered for himself at times. "You be careful too, Em. All of you, no use in looking for trouble, yeah?" Ash wished he had something light to say, something hopeful and full, true. But his words felt empty and clear like glass.

[justify]He felt suddenly locked up. This was Seafoam? Or ... or was his old friend no more? Had this Orpheus taken up every aspect of the leader? Every single bone in his body felt like cold glass, sharp and hard to bare with every movement. But yet, Ashton walked forward very carefully, a pained expression fallen upon his gentle features. The serval kept his attention away from Orpheus, detouring it to the newborns. God, where was Seafoam in this monster? Couldn't he witness the birth of his children? Was that not enough for this monster taking over him?

Ashton made a soft noise, a sad, low noise. Like a whine, but short and soft, staring down at the children. "Y-Yeah ... do you want someone else to look after them?" The serval asked lowly, squeezing his eyes shut. He obviously wasn't about to help the creature that hurt many of his Clanmates, but rather assist Seafoam's children. He knew his old bud would do the same for him, even in this crazy situation.

[justify]He didn't like any of this. It was a low blow for the former leader. He had visited SunClan just a few weeks prior ... just when Sea had been promoted. Things had looked great to him ... and now, he was speechless. It struck him at every nerve to know that people feared their leader—their tyrant, more. Orpheus. He was not Seafoam, but the bastard took up the form of his old friend. It made his insides feel like they'd gone rotten. Migraine. It gave him a migraine so severe he felt nauseous.

"Hey, meet and greet ... uh, my name's Ashton—I used to live here, too." The serval called out. He was particularly happy go lucky, even when he felt locked up in these circumstances. But he'd always been able to push through, after all. This tyrant wouldn't be able to live forever, after all.