Posts by ?NDERS.

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nope
da:i completely ended me

i'll make it when i have time nwn
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Anders shifted his position a few times to try and settle comfortably as Destinypup apparently forgot what she was meant to say, shrugging one shoulder subtly and remaining silent to allow her to try and recall her words. Had he ever been a forgetful child? Not ... Really, but at her age, he'd feigned forgetfulness to avoid speaking his opinion. Often, being shy was a brilliant disguise; only now, it wasn't one he wished to parade around behind. He'd wasted time being afraid. And though insecurities couldn't just be abolished, he'd learned to hide.

As Hazel spoke, Anders snorted. He would've rolled his eyes if he'd had any control over them. " Oh, ha ha. " he deadpanned. Yes, pick on the blind guy. Lower everyone to his level. " At least you'd be able to sneak peaks. I've got nothing. " he picked at his staff, rolling his shoulders back.
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It was all coming up Anders, today, wasn't it?

Even Petey wasn't keen on this one. Cooing like god knew what and pecking at Anders's heel, pushing the blind hybrid closer towards ol' Blighty, until the bipedal male was stood a few metres across from the hyena. Heck, the spirit healer could practically smell demonic possession on this one. He tightened his grip on his staff, touching his forehead wearily. " What he said, " the seven month old remarked, glad there was an understandable, seeing person nearby. Petey came and sat behind him. Nope, the Lahore pigeon wasn't happy at all.
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" Can anybody here read? " Anders then pressed. No? Great. He curled his fingers against the note with a huff, shaking his head. RiverClan. It'd take days to scrub the stench from his hands.
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Not seeing the smile considering he couldn't ... See, Anders nodded. " Welcome to the Knights, then. I'm Anders. Nice to meet you. " he spoke, curling his right thumb tight against his staff as he gestured with his left.
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" I'd bet Petey you would. At least once. Just a little peek. But, I suppose I'd have an advantage over you without super senses. I have exceptional hearing. Being blind has some perks. " he could hear the footsteps of mice. He could hear the different tones in a person's voice. He could hear the breathing of someone in another room-

Which kept him awake at night, among other things. Maybe it wasn't that good after all.

But hey, Marco Polo!
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And he was a squire. Great. " It's not mandatory, is it? They can't force me to go. " asked Anders in a demanding, almost frenzied, snappish tone. He grit his teeth, expression sour.
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Right. Petey wasn't too keen on this guy, and it showed in his restless movements against Anders's foot, so the male sighed and bent, scooping up the Lahore pigeon and setting it on top of his staff. " Well, nice meeting you, Blighty. " he uttered, deciding to leave. " Hope you stick around. " or not. Whatever. Didn't matter. He turned around and departed, tail flicking behind him, tapping around and hoping he didn't trip.
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Anders didn't even have to be nearby to hear the screaming. Oh, no, Exilers. Bad. Taking children. Very bad. Ought to die. Good idea? Probably. Except he wasn't the best at fighting, and he could only set things on fire in very specific circumstances -- i.e. him not wanting to set anything on fire. Thus, he'd probably just sit around as Littlescout had ordered. Had to be better than walking to his doom, right?
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A meeting? He supposed weekly meetings were a good idea, better than more or less on intervals, or sporadic ones that made little sense. The rhythmic routine would be undeniably appreciated by somebody who did, in some form, appreciate outer order whilst he wallowed in his own chaos. Anders heard the call and grabbed his staff from where it was leaning against the wall, using it to pull himself from his feet, before he ambled over hesitantly, stubbing his toe at one point but doing his best to ignore the pain. It'd abate, he knew. A little soreness wasn't the end of the world.

The boy stood amongst his clanmates curiously, head cocked.
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shrieks jacksepticeye

A pet? Anders had no pets -- no, Petey was not a pet, he was just a very agitating experimental patient -- so was intrigued by the idea. Enslaving another animal as a companion? It ... Sounded strange, and Anders wasn't all too keen on it, but ... He supposed ... If the pet was happy? That was all that mattered.

But could anybody be happy in chains, truly?

The hybrid had been polishing the gold ' sleeves ' on his calves when he heard the commotion and glanced up from where he was leaning against a tree, one foot awkwardly lifted so he could complete his task. It was uncomfortable, but it worked. Petey was huddled in the sun a few feet away, cooing occasionally, but lifted up its head and make an unhappy sound when something started squeaking. Anders, too, was alarmed. That was not a happy squeak. Rather, the animal -- a mouse, a rat, perhaps? -- sounded enraged. He wondered what was going on.

" What's happening? " he asked warily, stooping to grab his staff.
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Anders nodded, lacing his fingers together in a bump post.
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Mock battle. Something else he'd be terrible at, thought the blind hybrid in a surprisingly sour way. He'd never usually been bitter about these things, but there was very little he could do but be a sort of combat medic, considering he had no control over his powers and was haplessly clumsy. And so easy to overpower it was painful. Anders said nothing as he listened in from where he was lay near some flowers he'd fallen into a while ago, on his back, splayed out like a starfish. Battle. He'd wish them luck, that was all.
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He could hear voices as he wandered, nearby, discussing something or other at the border. Curious as always, Anders was not one to leave a scenario unchecked (or maybe he was -- just not today), and so the male diverted his path and headed towards the sounds, somehow successfully travelling towards them and coming to stand nearby. " What's going on? " he asked, smelling food.
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Anders was tired of bowing down, even in a game. So, the male, legs folded up in an awkward, tangled mess, only turned his head in their direction, his fingers drumming against the ground. Ooh, a little tyrant. How fierce. The hybrid tilted his head and pressed his cheek against his knee, yawning.
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Anders happened upon the note after Petey led him to it whilst they were on a walk, the Lahore pigeon cooing incessantly until the hybrid stooped to pick up the letter. Hmm. An invitation, perhaps? Anders wondered how these flimsy pieces of paper didn't blow away with the wind sometimes, really. With nothing to do but wait for somebody with functioning eyesight to turn up, Anders tapped his foot on the ground, whistling.
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" I don't think shaking him would be good. If he's collapsed, his body is less able to correct itself -- meaning if you put him in a position that blocks his airway, you may just suffocate him to death. " the mage advised on hearing the commotion, making his way over, led by Petey, tapping his staff about so he didn't step on anyone. He'd offer to help, but he was sadly nobody official ... " If you need anything, I'll try to get it, " he uttered nonetheless, though he doubted any aid would be required in this simple situation.
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Anders had been in the same position for maybe five hours. And what did that mean? Dead legs. Again. His stupid legs had fallen asleep, leaving them numb and heavy and hard to move -- but he needed to get up. He'd not drunk anything for a day, and hadn't eaten in two, and his stomach was finally starting to protest. And yet he knew that when he tried to move, feeling would begin to return, leaving the dreaded pins and needles to feast on his flesh. Ugh. As melodramatic as he probably sounded it hurt -- and yes, he could just heal the symptoms, but he felt like that was cheating. Sort of. Ugh.

The hybrid muttered under his breath as he braced himself against the wall he'd been leaning against and pushed upwards, forcing himself to his feet -- and there it was, the pins and needles that stabbed through his limbs, leaving him crouching to cling at his calves and run his hands over his legs, drawing the pain up into his finger tips and crooking them to dispel the agony. Ah, yes, that was better. He slumped with a snort at his idiocy, shaking himself out and bending to grasp his staff in his right hand.

Now ... Where did they keep the food?
He'd never remembered.
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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2109042.new#new
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" He sounds really happy, " remarked Anders dryly, brushing at his sash-covered chest. " And no, I won't eat him. Mouse isn't my thing. "
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