Posts by ATTICUS H.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus watched the new member with narrowed eyes, vaguely confused and very interested in who he kept referring to as Jarvis. Was he insane? That'd definitely be interesting. When Steve started towards the other, Atti did the same, offering Tony a faint smile in greeting. "I don't believe I've met you yet. My name's Atticus Haddok." The lion sat down nearby, tail curling over his paws.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]He was quite the feisty little shit, was he not? Atticus quietly slipped over, towering over Napolean in his lion body, but it couldn't be helped. Sauron decapitated his other body. Flicking an ear, the lion quietly stopped next to Greenday, tail curling around a hindleg. "My name's Atticus Haddok, pleasure." Not that he wouldn't find this little dog amusing, he was already simply for having Little Man's Syndrome.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus, despite being a lion, was sitting inside camp, his paws over his face, grinning into the ground. He looked almost like a child, despite the fact that he was massive. He ran into a new person (quite literally) and got attention he wasn't consciously looking for. And the way it came about wasn't exactly how he expected it to either. It wasn't sexual attention, just attention in general. Attention that an interested party would give a lover. But that hadn't happened since Western and he was grinning and hiding his face like a child.

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Atticus and his friend hadn't talked about what they intended on talking about. As soon as they had been out of hearshot of Writty, the girl bombarded him with questions, most of them he couldn't answer. Did the tall stranger want sex? Maybe. Did you think he was cute? Maybe. Are you going to see him again? Yes. Do you like him? How do I know that? I only just met the man. The questions went on and on, a couple times, she had reduced him to a breathless mumble of words, too flushed and embarrassed to answer. But of course, she eventually had to go and sent him, almost reluctantly, on his way. Being by himself with the man that reduced him to little more than squeaked sounds sounded like a great idea.

So, wandering slowly back in the direction he first ran into Writing, Atticus scanned the strangers lingering about, licking his lips slightly in jittery nerves. The only thing he knew about the stranger was that he was tall as hell and definitely stood out among those present. At first, he didn't see him, and was slightly disappointed before he checked the tables. A few couples, a family and-- there he was. Quietly moving through the crowd, murmuring his apologies to those he ran into, Atti soon reached the other man, offering him a faint smile. "The only thing I know about you, is that you enjoy watching me squirm. I don't even know your name and I agreed to come meet with you."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]im pretty sure sea and atti are cousins?? lmfaoo somehow atti is related to infinite and i think his grandma was infi's sister

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i need plot ideas for him bc i have massive ass plots going for my other characters but i cant think of any for him rip

++ i also need the motivation to post on the private threads i have /shot

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]The lion had.. an interesting time plagued by nightmares. Writty had been a nice difference to everything, but it hadn't gone anywhere. SunClan.. didn't feel like home anymore (not that he had stayed long before descending into the nightmares). He had no one left in SunClan, no one left from Lovelace and Vertigo's reign, Permafrost's reign. No one he could call home. Maybe it was time he moved from SunClan, tried to forge his own road away from where all his family had names. It was why he was standing on ScarClan's borders now, the male's tail curling over his paws as he sat down.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atti was quite overwhelmed at the amount of faces who appeared, ears flicking back slightly. He was not an imposing male, in fact, he tried to stay away from conflict if he could. The most conflict he could remember was Risencorpse nailing him to a board and throw sharp objects at his head, and his fights with Hepatica. Good times. He looked over General Ira for a moment, before his gaze flicked to the others who appeared, and returned to the male. "My name's Atticus, and I'm.. uh, joining."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]The scarred serval moved slowly along the borders, exhausted. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know entirely how to fight despite how old he was. After a run in with a particularly hostile loner, Atticus was left with small wounds on his flanks and shoulders. However, he did know how to clean himself up, so makeshift bandages covered most of the gashes, dried blood pulling at the short fur he possessed.

Atticus sat down, huffing faintly and waiting in silence for someone to appear.

[ deeaaadd muse ]