Posts by BLINDFOLD

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okay, i made it! c:
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yeah. where would you like it to be?

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sure! c:
so who makes the thread?

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ahh kins, i haven't been able to make many threads and it will probably be a while before i can, so if you don't mind waiting..

sure fish! as long as you will be able to make the thread c:

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the sound of a voice caused him to jump, which to the other would appear as him shifting back slightly, after his body convulsed. it was expected that one would come along and question his presence, though no one could blame him for being freaked out nonetheless. unsure of what to say, he was quiet for a couple of seconds, staring blankly ahead. it was then out of nerve he said, "sorry. just passing through."

the purple cub worked his way to the edge of the stream and when he approached it, pulled himself onto the bank. shaking out his fur, he let slate blue oculars scan over the shadowclanner. well, he seemed unmoved by the fact that he was an exiler, so that was one thing he had going for him. it was quite unusual, however, considering they were most hated among shadowclanners as of recent. as he turned to leave, he gave the male a polite nod. "sorry again." he held the urge to stay, and check out the territory before him. he knew that wouldn't be appropriate, though, and would respect shadowclan despite his original roots.

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[size=9pt]from the second that i was born it seems i had a loaded gun[/size]

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it'd been a long time since william had been in the city. all of the hustle and bustle didn't seem to suit his style too much, although he did enjoy drifting through it all. one thing he didn't like about the place was the fact that it was so far out, and to get to his destination he would have to make his way through the crowds of people. that freaking sucked. it wasn't easy, being a magenta-colored tiger, because every individual in the city could easily distinguish him. lucky for him, he became skilled with invisibility.

the male stood outside the hotel entrance, waiting to be approached by one of this "mafia" he had come so far for. hopefully his journey would not be entirely wasted.

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well it was about time! after the stressful trek up here, will hadn't been in the best of moods. in fact, he was quite irritated. "what the * are you so happy about? never mind, i don't care." the stocky male would roll his eyes slightly, grumbling under his breath. "do you have any idea how far i came to join this clan? how long i've been waiting here? you know, you really could use some guards." he probably came off as a total jerk-off, but when had that ever phased him? honestly, he could take control of any situation. besides... these people obviously needed him. they would be lucky to have a spy like him in their midst.

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well this wasn't going to be an easy trip, back and forth between two groups. but then again, the exiles didn't even have his full devotion. they never really did. even considering he was always a spy. to be honest, he didn't even know why he was coming back here. he supposed he only returned to have some place to return to. he never felt comfortable in the exiles, yet it was the only place that someone like him was welcome. except for the fact that he was exotic. yeah. but who gave a f*ck? there were even less attractive creatures here, like clown. whatever.

it'd been a long time. seven moons, perhaps. he'd joined the badlands in his first three moons of life, yet even that ended. eventually, he disappeared. he hadn't been seen by any of the exiles. not even his mother. he actually wondered if she was still here. if she was still alive... with her luck, probably not. he thought rather grimly, rolling his eyes. his mother had always pushed him hard, told him to "bring despair, get despair." it was the only bit of advice he'd ever taken with him. why? he didn't really know. william, of all people, was the most hopeful.

despite all that, here he was. returning to his birthplace, only to see what all had changed. soon enough he'd be on his merry way, stirring up trouble in other places. with any luck, he'd start a group even more powerful than these f*cking bastards. until then, he'd waltz right into the cave entrance. "honey, i'm home." he called out in a smooth, yet creepy voice. a sarcastic smile was implanted onto his grim but attractive features. he was still young, still reckless, and still exotic in appearance.
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striding forward into the now open cave, his smile simply widened. a couple of exilers had actually welcomed him home. he didn't know who they were, obviously, but it was nice of them at least. he smirked slightly as he could tell that the second one wasn't happy with his choice of words. his voice was dry. he sounded depressed. "thanks." came the smooth, sarcastic response. "will." he was very hesitant on giving a name, considering he went so long without having to be called anything. people used to make fun of him whenever he went by "blindcub." truthfully, he had no idea why he was ever called that. his real name was always william. little did he know, however, that his fate involved both of his eyes being torn out. "so who's the leader now? he suddenly asked, oddly curious. it was small talk, really. a good icebreaker for him.[/fancypost]
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rick grimes? he remembered that guy. he also remembered he seemed to have children popping up everywhere, like bill cipher. and also like himself, in the near future. it was only typical for a cipher kid to be interested in himself. quite ironic, as well. one thing was for sure. he was, indeed, extremely handsome. and that one thing that no one seemed to place was his bright—magenta—colored coat. he offered the feline a flash of a smile, brief yet flirtatious. "thanks. i'm william, but you can call me will."

it wasn't long before another individual had appeared, and seemed to reflect the same attitude as that "confinedkit" guy. he watched as the cat's facial expression changed. one thing he noticed about this person was that they looked amazing. unusually amazing. yet they seemed annoyed. "what does it matter to you?" he'd ask, slate blue visionaries boring into the other, challenging.

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physical training. something that will could actually benefit from. sure, he knew how to fight. he could swim, climb trees, all of those simple skills necessary to survive, really. but he really could use a bit of physical exercise. being a big bulky tiger was no greater than being a bear. sure, he was slightly smaller, more limber by a margin. but he needed to hone his skills too.

slowly but swiftly he'd approach, moving very light on his paws. if he had been using his invisibility he would've easily arrived undetected. unless, of course, someone had super senses. but it was whatever. he didn't care. "i would, if you don't mind." he said, before shooting up a tree using all of his energy. once the adrenaline started pumping through his system, he would be able to exert his energy more towards his training. "hey what if we take turns using each other as targets? you know, one of us stays on the ground for the other to attack from the trees?"

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okay. what the hell was going on? oh. someone in the exiles was murdered. oh well! who gave a damn? he didn't know them, so he surely didn't. grumbling that his time had been wasted, the tiger turned and walked away.

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it was strange because this was the one time that will didn't have the urge to say something sarcastic or rude. he was unusually calm and considerate. that was extremely rare for someone like him. he thought very hard about what the other had said, and how exactly he'd answer. did he have a good reason? well, honestly, no. his roleplayer had just gone inactive for awhile and before that william was going back and forth, spying on other clans. so in a way, that was his reasoning for being gone so long from the exiles. along with consideration that he'd been treated so horribly by his clanmates. they didn't give a f*ck about him, or whether or not he was even alive. his mother... all she cared about was despair.

thinking back on everything brought back mixed feelings of anger and sadness. feelings that will didn't want to feel. things he didn't want to think about. it made him put up his stone cold walls and shut everyone out. it drove him to his lashing out. fear driven, was what he was. all because he didn't want to be weak. weak on the inside or the outside. but while all of these things flashed through his mind, his expression remained blank. seconds seemed to pass, but all the while none of these things affected the curious creature in front of him. what would he tell them? what could he say to sum up his life so far?

nothing. no one would ever know how weak he really was. "yeah. i got tired of all the sick losers." he joked, smirking slightly to sell it. he'd shuffle his weight around to get more comfortable, letting out a soft sigh. "do you have any more questions or will that be all?"
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bumpy.
if any of you peeps (who requested threads) are active now, i wouldn't mind taking on a thread.

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ah. those days seemed as if it were only yesterday. william never had much care for stuffed dolls... however, he sure did enjoy fashion. people in the exiles were as brutal as the f*cking devil, and regardless of being a child, they always seemed to torture. something that the magenta tiger was learning to do. strolling over, he'd look down at the fox and his little plush pig. his disappointed smile soon enough curved into a frown. "you do realize that it's fake, right?" all good things must come to an end sooner or later.

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a raid? perfect. it would be a perfect opportunity for will to finally use his battle skills. it would also be his first raid... a cold shiver went through his body, also arousing excitement. the magenta tiger came forward swiftly, eyes lit up with an unusual hungry fire. "let's go get those motherf*ckers."

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well he didn't know why the f*ck everyone was all excited about this. it was just another joiner. another face to compete with for higher positions. whatever. the tiger came over anyways, nodding curtly to the dinosaur. "welcome." well one thing was for sure, will definitely wasn't the next one up for the most welcoming committee award.

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