[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#33ccff; border: none; width: 270px; height: 30px; padding: 0px][size=5][font=georgia]DJ NPT[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-top: -22px][size=6][color=#33ccff]▼[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#000099; border: none; width: 260px; min-height: 200px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -34px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; color: #6699ff; line-height: 100%]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 440px; padding: 5px; min-height: 170px; width: 240px]Damn, this knife was girly as hell. But the panther dude that gave it and a box of who knows what to him said it was strong enough to cut what Napsta needed it to cut. He looked at the small letter that came with the knife and the box again, reading off the words and information in his brain.
[color=red]"jang-mi kal, otherwise known as the rose knife. please use caution while using, as it can cut through metal and bones. open box in case of ""incidents"". do not pay me. do not question validity. do not reveal where weapon came from. leave fur on ground. - TF"
Well it's not like Napstaton hadn't gotten some sketchy stuff from people before. And It was just a flowery knife, so what was the big deal? He didn't even care about what the thing did to his body at this point. He had made a deal to get himself suited up with a robot body after this, plus it seemed like using the knife would be simple enough. Speaking of what he was doing right now, Napsta put the rose knife up to his flesh, more specifically the flesh on the upper portion of his back legs. Those wound no doubt be a pain to get last, so why not get them skinned first?
If only Napstaton was a bit careful with anything. The wolf growled as the knife went into his skin, trying desperately to keep a smile on his face. His paw was unable to move the knife in the right direction after that, and Napsta just kept putting force down on the knife in his back leg. Of course, that didn't end well for Napsta. A large pang of pain hit him, causing his body to flinch and a his smile to snap into a larger grin. [b]"F-F_ck." Was the only word the male could get out as he looked down. Large amounts of glowing blue blood was basically pouring from his stump of a leg, the rest of his leg laying a few inches away from the wolf.
Napstaton, being the idiotic male he was, decided that the incident was nothing more than a fluke. He'd do better on the other leg, right? Right. Unsurprisingly, nothing changed from the first incident. His leg was cut off, and more glowing blue blood spilled out of his legs like a broken glowstick. "H-Holy sh_t...this is...uncool..."
[spoiler=mobile tags][color=#6699ff][color=#33ccff]information
Napstaton ▼ Windclan ▼ Warrior ▼ male ▼ 19 moons ▼ bisexual ▼ single ▼ dj ▼ #NPTwuzHere
[color=#33ccff]powers
glowing eyes and heart ▼ conjuration
[color=#33ccff]bodies
Blue and white wolf
[color=#33ccff]battle
name in bold #33ccff ▼ Hard physically, Medium Mentally ▼ no kill ▼ no injure ▼ pm to capture ▼ will kill ▼ will injure ▼ will capture [/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=1][font=arial][color=white]© phantasm | #tastemplates
