Posts by TINTALLE

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] He shook his head, feeling quite bad to have let her down. With a small smile he passed over another blank card with neatly written writing, it said: I'm just a slow learner, besides most words and sounds from maws tend to look alike so I can't tell what word is what. I should be sorry.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] But... the words processed slowly through the child's little mind, staring off sadly at Inaho. Did that mean the wolf was leaving him? Did that mean his friend was leaving him. He wanted to follow, trying to waddle behind the Blizzardclanner. He hadn't come to understand 'enemies', all he knew was 'friends'. He would have to learn it sooner or later, but the kitten turned back. Was his family hurting...Inaho? His stare of confusion morphed into one of horror - was his own home the one that was wrong? Were The Exiles wrong? Was his own birthplace...his enemy?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] So Silentkit was back in The Exiles...but now, he felt off. Was it The Exiles in the wrong? All he'd ever felt was that his home was...his home. He believed that whatever The Exiles did was okay, it was in the light. But now he'd been left in the dark, alone and confused. When he was in Blizzardclan, the smell even in the air was pleasant. There was less hostility, there was happiness. But all he could feel in The Exiles was pain and torture - destruction. he didn't understand.


    Was his home the enemy? He looked at his satchel and camera, hugging the items closely. He'd missed them so much, but Silentkit felt yet another tug. He 'heard' a dark voice seeming to guide him. He had to leave. The Exiles were his enemy, he had to escape his enemy.


    /development - he's not actually going to leave but is temporarily thinking the exiles is the enemy.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] Oh good, he wasn't bothering her. Yes, I like any book I read - even the gruesome ones, he then wrote, wishing he could write just a little faster. He pressed his paw over his maw, as though to signal his sudden train of thought. Does Cynthia like reading too? Silentkit likes to read because books talk to Silentkit like no one else can.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] He was accompanied by the warmness of Privatekit, the child smiling softly. It was good to have Private - he loved him after all. But for some reason his Papa Jokie didn't seem to happy about it, it seemed to concern papa. Is it wrong to love like it is wrong to hate? He would question himself, watching Gleefulcomic as he spoke.


    /does chara's telepathy project words like sound? as in the words being sent are comprehended as sound?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] He was about to taste the drink when Whitedove seemed to launch herself over and take it away. When would he ever get some wine? Instead he was given some berry-looking fruits. Were they poisonous? Well they were given to him as he took a bite. Waahhh, sour.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr]It reminded Silentkit of Joseph - his brother who couldn't seem to live without his glasses. What was up with glasses anyway? From his beliefs - maybe they gave him magical powers. So were glasses magical? Silentkit wanted to have magical powers too.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] No he did not look rad - but Silentkit couldn't hear in the first place. Silentkit found the robotic male quite terrifying, actually. But maybe he could at least take a picture, holding his camera close and letting his polaroid flash. There, a photo of a robot. But did The Exiles always have to draw in such weird and strange creatures?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] More bad emotions in the air. Did The Exiles always carry such painful emotions around with them? Everywhere they went - more pain and mental destruction. More war. He stopped, looking at his parents. They killed too, they tortured too. He wondered if they were really in the right. He used to be tolerant of such violent actions, but the tug in his heart told him otherwise. He read Inaho's words, opening his mouth. He wished so badly he could speak...but he couldn't. Not while he was deaf, not while sound and words were nonexistent in his dark reality.


    The child clutched at the dirt beneath him, staring at the ground before letting go and setting himself down. Fine, he'd stay. But it...it was only because of the guilt he had. He didn't want to be cold hearted.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] His ears folded back. Like he expected - the exiles had this thing for carrying such...destruction painted emotions in the air, everywhere they walked they left a footprint of despair. So the robot didn't like his photo taking, the child taking a couple of steps back then walking away. Robot doesn't like Silentkit, he would say, gloomily staring off, No one likes Silentkit.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] He raised his head slightly, staring off with pained eyes. He hadn't seen Privatekit in a while. Of course. Silentkit's family and friends had to be fake, right? But the truth was that the child's eyes were so negatively driven, driven in a way he saw only darkness everywhere he turned. Bloodshed, war, and pain. The Exiles was cold. But so was Silentkit.


    /hnngh, feels though


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] It's disgusting, he thought bitterly, grinding the back of his teeth. Tortures, captures, kills. He hated all of them. They were awful and pointless activities. The Exiles simply did so to show fear. It was vain. But he was trying to find the most peaceful way to overcome things. Either he quickly left or he killed himself. One of them.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr]silentkit c:


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] Papa looked angry, the child staring from a distance. Was papa hurt because of him? But he clouded himself with bitter thoughts instead. He was guilt-tripping him, right? He bit his tongue, staring painfully before tearing his lime eyes away.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] I don't really care how it is done but currently Silentkit's plot is that he's against his own clan - The Exiles. He's mad, he's bitter, and he's negatively viewing everything. So I was thinking some Exiler - i don't know how - chooses to punish Silentkit by giving him a really bad beating (preferably public), it'll at least give him a better taste of fear and pain along with activating the feels for an upcoming plot.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr]The scent of blood seemed to touch the male's nose, Silentkit frowning. Blood - The Exiles were filled with the scent of blood as he grabbed a basket of herbs - particularly one to help with bleeding. He would quietly pad over, looking at the bleeding male as he set his herbs to ones that treated infections and ones that helped with bleeding and painkillers. He avoided the glances of anyone present, looking over to Lee and giving him a look that he wished to help treat him, trying to approach the injured joiner with some marigold and goldenrod in which he'd made into a poultice. The juices left over would be used as a painkillers.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] He stared at the paper. Algebra - he hadn't learnt of it just yet. But then he wondered if mathematics was needed in their society - all they did was kill right? There was yet another bitter episode the child was having, grinding the back of his teeth. But he tried to push the thoughts aside. Solve for 'x', right? So was 'x' the unknown quantity?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] shh you're scaring everyone <33


    It's just to help his plot move on aha


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] Well unless you want their friendship destroyed, I had different reasons for why Silentkit would get a beating in a sense? But then the best pathway is that Silentkit's going to try and commit suicide - as hinted in another thread he was in. So either Privatekit chooses to beat him up because he is planning on suicide and just loses himself or he chooses to beat Silentkit up because Silent's planning to 'attempt' to leave the exiles - though the second one will lead to his suicide.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 360px;; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][hr] Silentkit was grabbed by the tail, looking at Joker. Was papa always this bitter? His thoughts grinded against each other, as though all his processings had turned sour in hate. He never got to see Inaho's words, the child's heart beating against his chest. What a cruel place.


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