Posts by TINTALLE

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  • close enough to start a war / open

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Oh yes, absolutely graceful. He had watched Luca's absolutely grand entrance and introduction to the fem from a few metres away. He guessed he just wasn't noticeable considering his translucent body as he wandered in the shadows of the hallways. Azazel had been doing some mental training in an attempt to build up his body's tolerance to the strength of his soul and the mastery of his powers, but it was more than obvious that his body was already beginning to crumble at the pressure. Like he said, the body he was inhabiting was weak. Although it had initially shown potential, he hadn't had the time to properly examine it when he went in for the possession. He guessed he would soon have to search for another creature to take over.


    His body morphed into a more tangible form, visible within the darkness as his red eyes glowed within the depths of the corridor. It faded as he approached, looking to the pair with a ray of curiosity. He sat down, not wanting to disturb their conversation, but still he wanted to know how the fem was settling in. "Are you navigating alright? Have you managed to find a room?" He sounded almost concerned, or perhaps he even resembled a worried child as he tossed his questions with a softened gaze. "Oh, and forgive me. I'm Azazel, but my name's just a name. I'm not a demon, promise!"
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  • AWAKE AT NIGHT & SCHEME | private; eggnog

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He had trotted into the Mansion, high with energy as he opened the doors and turned around. He was bouncing on his paws, eyes as wide as his brightest smile. "Ah, I'm so glad you joined The Elite," he said, conjuring a duster and using his telekinesis to brush off some of the dust. He also conjured a red carpet which he used a gust of wind to unroll to the end of the hall. "This is the entrance of the Mansion. It could use with a bit of decorating but nevertheless this is the front of our home. Oh, and I hope you liked the moat around the Mansion. Make sure you don't fall in. I know I almost did that once, it was suuuper clumsy of me. But if it ever happens, not saying you would do that, just call for my name and I'll come straight away."


    He cut off, pausing for a hum. He scrunched his nose, looking around. Perhaps he would show the boy the prettiest room. He wouldn't want him feeling sick from the rooms that happened to have an extensive amount of rotting corpses. He begun walking once again, "I'll show you to the Stylist's Room 'tomo! And do you currently have any questions? Am I going to fast?" He hoped not. He didn't want to scramble Egg's mind.
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  • thrill of the hunt ; joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][ ooc ] omg yes 'meep meep make way for the murderer and the egg'. Also I'll merge their tour with their private thread! https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2489487.new#new


    He grinned, tilting his head to the side with a gleam. He came closer, but avoided approaching too suddenly. He didn't want to cause the younger male to panic from his sharp movements. After all, being suspected as a murderer would have been too awkward for the ebony tom. Although the place was an anti-clan, it seemed like The Elite was buried in soft-spoken and sweeter individuals. It was disappointing, but expected. He didn't ever see them raiding or causing trouble with anti-clans after all. "Mm, I'll take you into the Mansion," he said, "Maybe we can even find you a room!" He gestured for the angry egg to follow him.
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]An Exiles HP would be great! Would you like to skip straight to capture?
    What would you like me to draw?
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]ah do you want to go straight to capture or have a private thread first then?
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  • LIFELESS / open, herb training

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]No, he wasn't interested in herb training. Azazel had had a long life of failing to understand herbs, and he knew it would be about the same now. There was absolutely no way he would learn. His mind was simply not wired in the idea of saving others. Maybe he could learn a bit about poisons if he managed to stay awake for the whole lesson. It would make for an interesting torture session if he ever wanted to include plants, and perhaps finally a use for his flower prints. Even then, the boy still couldn't tell weeds and flowers apart.


    The dark furred tom would approach with keen eyes, flickering as he examined the area before taking a seat beside his favourite egg. His tail swept over the surface of the cold ground, eyes focused on the fox. Hopefully the Clan would learn a thing or two about herbs considering that if the time came, Azazel would be unable to save them. His paws were for death, and there was nothing he could do about them.
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  • hey cool kid / open, body switch

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Regardless of what body he took, he was always held his signature black pelt and, rather dazzling, red eyes. But it had never occurred to him why he never considered taking on the form of another species. He guessed he just liked being as close to his birth body as possible. He was especially glad he had been born a cat over a kitsune. Foxes had always managed to make him somewhat uncomfortable. Of course he refused to show such a weakness, but it was always the booming reminder of his father that stirred his uneasiness.


    As usual, the tom had been lurking through the Mansion in a hopeless search to discover something fresh. Or at least something to occupy his mind without the male going insane on boredom. Otherwise it'd mean a lot of explaining and a lot of hiding. It was almost too coincidental when he stumbled across a voice coming from a room nearby, and he decided to invite himself in. Eh? Who was that? IN front of him stood another feline, a feline he hadn't seen in The Elite. He scrunched his nose, checking the male's aura and noting that it belonged to Duskmire. Well that wasn't too bad.


    "Is that a new body?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "A little bit on the thinner side but handsome."
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  • A DROP OF SPICE {open, fashion competition}

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]When he heard the scoff, Azazel immediately made it his mission to go find Duskmire a whole set of things to wear. Perhaps he could even bury the male under a pile of clothes he thought would match. But then he remembered he had absolutely no sense of fashion whatsoever. He was a mess if he had to say so himself. He conjured a black fedora, holding it out with his telepathy in front of the older male. "Ah, try on this hat," he said with a smile, "Pretty please?"
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  • WE ARE GIANTS | open; capture

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He used air manipulation to pull the fem back when she seemed to lunge for the prison's cells. Azazel's eyes narrowed, red hues beginning to glow in his amusement. He came closer to the canine's form, and used his super strength to pin the wolf to the ground and attempted to use his earth manipulation to hold his victim in place like ropes trying her down. He pulled back, coughing. It seemed like now that his obsession with stealing the bodies of youth was overweighing him. He was, of course, physically weak without his powers. And the body itself seemed intolerant to his overuse of them.


    His expression for the moment looked frail, but the boy pressed a sweet smile regardless of the sharp pain which throbbed in his chest. "Ah, I see you have a lot of scars there," he said, examining the fem's body with a mildly concerned face. He had basically ignored the girl's snarl, deciding to change the subject and continue with his childish efforts to hurt her. He gasped, ears perked in his excitement. "Since you like scars so much, how about I give you your own tattoo? It'd be like a gift 'tomo."


    But before he could commence, it seemed like two Elitists had decided to interrupt the fun he was about to have. He held onto his innocent gleam, greeting the two with a casual wave of his tail. "Some abandoned camp. It's dangerous for creatures to be wandering out alone," he replied, then turned back to Pippa with a sneer, "Otherwise you'd get captured."


    Azazel conjured a knife and a set fire to the blade, heating it to the hottest he could get then scraped it sharply against the ground. His scarlet eyes showed every bit of hysteria he was feeling. Maybe he could start a number streak of all the creatures he managed to capture. Mm, that was somewhat unoriginal. He held the knife midair with his powers, then lowered it close to her fur. "You know what'd be exciting?" he begun in a low voice, licking his maw. Azazel's eyes widened, "If your pelt caught on fire while I slide this hot knife into your flesh."


    He giggled, then aimed to use his knife to draw deep scar on her neck in the shape of an eye.
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]nice!


    can you make the thread? o:
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  • Waiting for the rain [♥] open, joining

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]"To be fair, I didn't hear you mention your name and I didn't want to scavenge your mind for your name because that's just breaking another's privacy. Ah, but that's rude of me to say. Sorry for that, Bethany," he replied, putting a particular emphasis on her name. It was sweet, yet touched with a sense of cruelness as if she had now been placed on his hit list. His delighted eyes tossed a wink, and the boy disappeared with a teleport.
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]i just have to go off soon that's all
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Yep and thank you!
    I'll be locking this thread now so I'll ask further questions on the private thread while I'm at it!
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  • Be captured for art?

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt] Maplemeadows ; sounds good to me! I'll PM to your character your capture thread!


    Pebble ; thanks for the interest but I don't draw animals - sorry
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  • KILL THEM WITH A SMILE | open; capture

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Hm, the Exiles were an enemy to everyone, weren't they? He scrunched his nose in thought, closing his eyes for a moment as he dragged his next victim across with ground. Of course, the tom had every means to use his powers to lift up the ebony feline without having to resort to such an unorthodox method of transportation. But Azazel's powers were focused on something else. Upon noticing the older 'doppelganger' who also seemed to bear a pair of red eyes and a ink black pelt, he had noticed the male had his own powers. Now, he didn't seem to have an excessive amount, but teleportation just got annoying for when it came to captures. So the male did what he had to do, and attempted to use memory manipulation on the Exiler to temporarily block the apprentice's access to his own powers. Whether it worked or not, he had lost the ability to care. His body was frail after all, and he wasn't too sure if the kid had good control over his powers or not.


    Azazel puffed his cheeks, shoving the male into his own separate cell by attempting a kick then conjured from the ground some makeshift chains. Hopefully he could get it on his prisoner, otherwise he'd have to stress his body out more trying to contain the wild thing. Time to be hospitable he guessed, pressing his best worried expression over his youthful features.


    "Mm, are you awake, sir?" the boy asked, circling around him. He was wincing slightly, doing his best to smile over the pain as he walked. He hummed to himself in thought, looking up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers he wanted. "Ah, so how can I be a good host? Ah, would you like some snacks? I have some apple pie left over from the other day. I promise you it's still good 'tomo."
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  • IF YOU CANT CONVINCE CONVINCE THEM [p; capture] CONFUSE THEM

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Heh? A kitten? There used to be a time when Azazel would capture young children, but that had been because he was a young boy as well. As someone who was spiritually two years, he didn't exactly find much accomplishment in them, especially considering the girl had - well - fallen over. She looked almost hopeless, too hopeless. He closed his eyes in hard thought, considering the fact that the child was possibly nearing apprenticeship age. Why did everyone always condemn others for capturing children who were almost six moons? It wasn't like cats had some magical pass floating above their heads saying they were allowed to be captured.


    He guessed he wouldn't necessarily torture the kid, but perhaps he could manipulate the child into being confused with where their home was. Confuse them on who was good or wrong. He smiled, turning visible from the shadows as the ebony tom greeted the child with a flash of his luminaries. "Eep! Are you okay there?" he asked, noticing the fem's fall with a sad glimmer to his hues.


    [ ooc ] perhaps azazel can make domino temporarily confused between skyclan and the elite? like unable to tell who's good and who's bad? otherwise, did you want me to do art? azazel wouldn't torture her because he doesn't want to be exiled from the elite yet.
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  • WE ARE GIANTS | open; capture

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He pulled the blade back, conjuring it elsewhere as he tilted his head to the side. "Aww, that sounded so..." he paused to think, then returned his glowing gaze back to the fem who whined, "Pathetic. I mean seriously, a whine?" He pulled condensed water from the air around him, focusing on the floating liquid as he traveled them down to her neck and used molecule manipulation to turn the water into ice. If he managed to place it over her wounds, it would be a terrifying pain of ice over an open cut from a burning blade. He would continue to make the ice colder and turn it into dry ice. If she moved, there was a chance it would touch her fur and cause yet another pain. His crimson hues narrowed, "Surely you could do better than that, miss."
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  • BITE MY LIP AND CLOSE MY EYES | OPEN, JOINING

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Eh, another joiner who wanted to be a part of the Elite? A part of him said 'the more the merrier', but another part of him was almost too astounded to even say a thing. The Elite wasn't special, but the tom wasn't going to stop him. If the feline was looking for a good anti-clan, he wasn't particularly sure if this place was a good choice. They were more chill than violent. "I'll see you around then, Anthony," he said, winking his crimson hues as he gave the male his sweetest smile. "Of course I'm always here for any questions and concerns but I'd say you're in pretty safe hands 'tomo. Call me Azazel."
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  • KILL THEM WITH A SMILE | open; capture

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Torture, yes, was highly amusing for him. But Azazel's methods of capture and torture had actually changed. He quite liked keeping a childish and innocent composure, different to the way he had acted when he had actually been nine moons. Azazel guessed that although he enjoyed inflicting slow pain, he always wished he hadn't seemed to rush straight into it. It was more fun to annoy and pester. He hummed to himself, back turned as he ignored the Exiler's reply and used his super senses to locate the treat of his choice. It didn't take long when he conjured a plate of freshly baked cookies and slid them towards the ebony tom. He had stolen them from table of a human's home.


    "Naww, but you could have desert right?" he asked, then returned a guiltless smile, "After all, this will be the sweetest thing you'll get from me."
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  • A DROP OF SPICE {open, fashion competition}

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He managed to tumble himself inside the trunk, clothes falling out as he scrambled up, collapsing the box to its side. He blinked, giving an awkward laugh. Had he done it intentionally? No, but messing up the things people organised came to him naturally so it seemed as Azazel picked up a shiny crown that had fallen and placed it gently on his head. He used telekinesis to keep the oversized headdress from plummeting back onto the floor. Azazel had also managed to find himself a red kingly robe and a staff. "Now I'm like royalty," he said.
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