Posts by ATTICUS H.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]quietly launches link
https://join.me/947-242-933

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atti turned his head away from the others, ears flattening against his head. A trembling breath taken in and a torn sigh escaping. His throat only constricted more with the arrival of clanmates, momentarily unable to respond to the others. A faint, dry laugh escaped the lion, keeping his head turned and away, feeling tense and out of place among those present. They were all incredibly young compared to him, compared to his generation. He was standing among his grandchildren - or at least, those who could have been. He didn't like it.

He didn't like that they were here either. But he wasn't about to push away help, not when he was clearly distressed. Atticus, however, was grateful that they didn't pry, that they didn't try to find out why he was upset. After a few moments of composing himself, the warrior turned towards them, a weak smile replacing the previously numb expression. "U-Uh.. Yea, thanks.." His lips pursed together into a thin line, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Just.. um.. passing time." Passing time in the most painful way.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sure, fine by me ^^

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]!! have you guys ever read loaded march?? it's a merlin fic and its fantastic

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]just beware, it's rlly long and i still haven't finished it lmao

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]launches atticus

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]hoLY SHIT MIST
jesus i mean, this year i had to write a story and it could be about anything
(our teacher is incredibly lax on stuff)
and i wrote about one of my other characters' hellhound plot except i adapted it to fit human roles which ended up being 8 pages i think, front and back

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]cries bc I've only played da:i and rlly want to get da and dao

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]He'd woken up late. He'd told her he'd meet her at the coffee shop at 9 and he'd woken up after the fact. Oh, she was going to strangle him. Atticus tripped over himself as he stepped out of his apartment, brushing a hand through his hair and jogging down the street. By the time he reached the mall, his breathing was heavy and he was struggling slightly, his face red. Stopping just inside the door, where there were the gusts of wind as you walked in (because Impy couldn't remember what they were called), cooling himself off so he didn't look like more of an idiot. Once he wasn't as breathless, the relatively tall man moved into the doors, rushing past people and narrowly missing them until he crashed into someone.

Backing up slightly once he bumped into them, Atticus mumbled his apologies before his breath caught in his throat. No thanks, he didn't want to be talking to this man. He was.. far too tall. "You.. You are very big." A heartbeat afterwords and Atti's eyes widened, his hand reaching up almost pleadingly. "No wait, I didn't.. Shit, that's not what I meant to say."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]His mouth opened, but he couldn't offer a response, fingers tightening around his jacket and choking with the taller man's response. He had not been expecting that kind of answer and a faint blush crept up his throat and settled on his cheeks. "N-No.. I wasn't. Oh god.." Did he want this sort of attention? Not consciously. But subconsciously? Some part of him did. A nervous laugh tumbled from his mouth, brown eyes darting up to the other's before looking away quickly, blushing a little harder. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat and he couldn't respond, his feet shuffling slightly in the nervous anxiety spiking inside his chest.

"I- Hah.. Sorry that I ran into you. I'm uh.. sure you're a nice guy. Bu.." He swallowed thickly, talking a small step backwards. "I- My friend, she's.. she's waiting for me and I have to go. Sorry, again. I just.. I was in a hurry." He was babbling at this point, his hands shaking just slightly. Was it adrenaline from being hit on or was he genuinely frightened of the man standing in front of him?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]sneaks in
atticus is a babbling idiot
that is all i have to say
sneaks back out

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus looked vaguely surprised to hear his own name called, not expecting to be promoted so soon (not that he was chomping at the bit to be promoted anyway). The male, disapproved of Seafoam being high, but he couldn't stop him, and he couldn't say he wasn't at least slightly disappointed he didn't have any drugs himself. Getting rid of old feelings twisting inside his chest seemed like a good plan but he had yet to go through with getting himself addicted to a substance. Breathing out faintly, the lion looked up at Sea and then to the others called. "I.. Uh, thanks."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]A soft chuckle sounded from behind Greenday, looking at the presents that sat waiting while Green, instead, wrapped himself. "Plan on giving yourself to someone?" He drawled, slowing to a stop and sitting down next to Green.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]screams
someone give me the muse to reply to all these private threads

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus snuck over to stand quietly next to Cory, curiosity getting the better of him. He had been afraid to intrude, but there were others present as well.

[ sneaky track ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"I'm sure he'll be around soon." Atticus said, quietly padding over and giving the girl a faint smile in greeting. He assumed, that since the NPCs starting to gather weren't hostile, that she wasn't a threat. And if she was looking for Bucky, then that was even more of a reason to treat her well.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus didn't respond at first, didn't know how to almost. Were they worse than BloodClan when he was still Head Medic? Capturing and torturing as they pleased. Based on observations, that would be a yes. His gaze followed Boo for a few seconds, confused slightly, not disapproving if anything. He wasn't sure what he'd do in that sort of situation, some of his children in an enemy Clan (granted he wouldn't have children with an enemy anyway, but Holly's situation seemed to be a little different).

[ flops i forgot where i was going with this ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]atticus is about to melt into a puddle of "oh god"
http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2272875.0;topicseen

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]He said calm down but he was stepping closer, if only causing Atticus' heart to beat a little harder. Was he trying to make him blush so bad he was completely red and struggling to talk? Because it was getting to that point. Atti thought he was tall compared to others, but this man was almost unnaturally tall. He'd been about to respond when the other reached out to fix something, warm fingers brushing against his skin and he suddenly couldn't breathe. There wasn't near as much oxygen around him and the close proximity did not help him in calming down.

"Get a room!" Off to the side, he heard someone yell and what little color that wasn't red immediately flushed darker. But it wasn't the fact that it was a stranger, his friend had come looking for him and to find him in that predicament. Fantastic. Swallowing a bit thickly he took a step in her direction. "I.. I, uh.. sure. Sounds good." If he hadn't been at least slightly enjoying the attention, albeit underneath all the stuttering and struggling, he would have rejected the other. But someone paying attention to him? That was a different story, even if it had been accidental. "I'm sure I can find you by height alone." A faint smile, slightly shaky, appeared on his face, lingering for a second before turning towards his friend. Once he caught up, there was a shit-eating grin on her face, and as they walked away, she stole glances in Writty's direction, obviously extremely amused as to where she found Atticus.

[ timeskip to later on in the day? c: ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]So they wanted to play a little game? Atticus could play, even if he'd been a medic most of his life. Defending his home tended to make him a little more vicious. The lion listened to the announcement, turning to go and head out in the territory, as if scouting to see where they were and if they had arrived yet.