[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]yeah that new rule has been giving a lot of people trouble I hear. Myself I've just been chilling out today, enjoying my last real week of summer what up.
Welcome fellow newperson! I'd offer my child for this, but my muse for private threads is like n0pe.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]Was it a gift or a curse, the fact Wolfsong had always been capable of truly understanding beings? Understanding in a way he could pierce passed eleoqent masks of make-believe emotions and look farther into a savage soul to find ounces of kindness meshed amongst the endless hurt and all with a simple gaze of his wide, dream-like eyes. Some would inquire how such an idea could be anything resembling a curse, but Wolfsong found there was always a thorn sticking from the lovely rose. He could understand all creatures from murders to maesters, but not a sole one could do the same for him. From the grunting of his words and the light confliction in his tone, Wolfsong was well aware the other was lying. [b]"You're a horrible lair." The words came soft as summer rain, as Wolfsong's gaze fell to the other and a loose smile of broken pieces formed upon his features.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]Forward he came, wrapped within the crimson stained bandages of his own faults as he did so. It had been the noise of others that had drawn Wolfsong from his postion to the ever-gathering group. The moment he haulted movement to settle alongside Mulberrybloom, a smile fell seemlessly upon ablaster features. [b]"Welcome home." He stated this with the scent of mixed clans stangent upon his own tattered pelt, showing he had no home and had no plans of staying in the brotherhood's borders beyond when he'd healed and yet there he was. He was quite the odd one, the boy named Wolfsong.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]Who was he looking for? It was truly an admirable inquiry that fell from the stranger's lips. Was it the ghost he was chasing from clan to clan or was he searching for his own self's shattered pieces spread about the territories? Perhaps it was a combination of both. [b]"A wolf named Russianblood." A name was all he had to offer to Finch, not even a gender, but it was much more than he had to gone on previously which had been pure intuition and determination. Finally, the long-awaited healer approached, spreading out healing supplies in a form of ironic pick your posion. Wolfsong was rather glad when the other instruced those around him to spread out. It had seemed for awhile he'd pass out purly from the rush of new surroundings rather than his injuries. As Finch attempted to pull away, however, Wolfsong gave a slight tug to indicate he wished her presence to remain. They barely knew eachother, but the warmth of her body and mind was one he had grown attatched to.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]He inhaled deeply, scent of the Earth's fresh rebirth after heavy rainfall filling the capacity of his lungs and pleasing the aesteich of his soul. Wolfsong truly disliked storms, but the after affects, the calm amongst the wreck was a scene in which he found he'd never become bored of. The wander-bound youth was settled at the edge of the make-shift camp, body slanted downwards in a sitting postion as his paws played with the damp Earth inbetween each toe. His bandages were prominent in the shimmering light of afternoon sun, just as much so as the loveliness of his ocean colored hues were high lighted in it's rays. Wolfsong had been recovering quite seemlessly, having no trouble as he did so, but he was begining to grow restless at the fact he was supposed to be taking it easy. Ah, well, some things couldn't be helped. The youth stood upwards, stretching before begining once more to walk on his merry way- until he tripped head first over air that was. It was a graceless stumble, one in which he wished could have been avoided. Wolfsong stoof back upright, noticing a crowd begining to come his way. How he'd wish no one had seen that. Oh well, he wanted to meet his current home's people anyways right? [b]"Good morning." He stated with a sigh. They more than likely thought at this point he was a walking, talking accident in the works.
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Congrats! 
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threads with all and yes! I can make Jenshi's and Dangerzone's, would you mind making Wolfsong's and Lucina's however?
SORRY I'M SO LATE GUYS LIFE'S BEEN A PAIN.
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]Forward he came, wrapped within the crimson stained bandages of his own faults as he did so. It had been the noise of others that had drawn Wolfsong from his postion to the ever-gathering group. The moment he haulted movement to settle alongside Tama, a smile fell seemlessly upon ablaster features.[b]"Welcome home." He stated this with the scent of mixed clans stangent upon his own tattered pelt, showing he had no home and had no plans of staying in the blizardclan's borders beyond when he'd healed and yet there he was spewing nonsense about knowing of a home. He was a strange one indeed, the child deemd wolfsong.
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He inhaled deeply, scent of the Earth's fresh rebirth after heavy rainfall filling the capacity of his lungs and pleasing the aesthetic of his soul. Wolfsong truly disliked storms, but the after affects, the calm amongst the wreck was a scene in which he found he'd never become bored of. The wander-bound youth was settled at the edge of the make-shift camp, body slanted downwards in a sitting position as his paws played with the damp Earth in-between each toe. His bandages were prominent in the shimmering light of afternoon sun, just as much so as the loveliness of his ocean colored hues were high lighted in it's rays. Wolfsong had been recovering quite seamlessly, having no trouble as he did so, but he was beginning to grow restless at the fact he was supposed to be taking it easy. But Wolfsong tended to be a horrible listener. [b]"Anyone up for a friendly spar?"
[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial; padding: 15px]FOOLS AND HEROS[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]The scent of fresh blood was overwheelmingly rampant upon the two crimson soaked creatures approaching the brotherhood's borders, the Earth's purity being stained an angry red as they went. Wolfsong's breaths were heavy and uneven, the entirety of his body trembled in a series of quakes from the pain. He was heavily injured, more so than the limp npc feline he assisted that walked along half-concious leaning against his side.
Their open wounds and clashing scents played out a good idea of their story without either having so much as to split their jaws to allow the sequence of it's events to flow past their lips. Wolfsong had been traveling through the wooded area when he'd caught wind of another's blood curling screech, turning around to find an npc brotherhooder who was dead set on injuring the younger for crossing into sunclan territory.
The tale ended in anything less than luck, for the lion was a good deal older and advanced in skill than he had been but had been half-dead from heatstroke. This heatstroke induced state had caused him to lose conciousness. Wolfsong had managed to half-awaken the other, the npc begrudingly allowing for the wanderer to assist him home.
The youth refused to let anyone die, not if he could help it.
So there he was, walking straight into sunclan's borders, understanding the consequences of simply crossing into a clan unannounced but currently uncaring of the frivlious politics as he did so. Wolfsong had meant to stop within the borders of another group soon enough, he'd not expected it to happen in such a way but apparently the hands of fate had dealt his cards differently. [b]"Somebody, please, he needs help!" The words came frantically, dream-like hues of azure frantic. From Wolfsong's horrible wounds, one could tell the youth had not been winning the fight that he and the heatstroked lion had been fighting. If he believed in a god, he would have prayed he was not too late.
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He was greatful, however, for the great weight of the npc to be lifted from his side upon the other being tossed the ground. Wolfsong found he could no longer stand, sitting downwards as another, female this time. arrived. "They should be fine." He continued through labored breath, "It was heatstroke I think. They tried to attack me on the outskirts of your territory when they passed out completely." One could tell from Wolfsong's wounds compared to the other's, the young wanderer had not been wining. They all smelled of the npc, so he must have taken them to the right clan, Wolfsong noted this with great relief. His sentences were more so directed towards the quite worried child whom first approached.
It sounded like a foolish tale, to save the person who'd caused so much grief to him and had been set on ending his life, but as he sew the words together through broken senteces and slurred syllables Wolfsong did not believe so. A few moments passed when a final voice with medical knowledge arrived, good, they'd be alright now. As the thought crossed his mind he nearly fell over, the youth managed to catch himself before meeting with the Earth's cool ground. The more he thought over it the more he realized he wasn't quite far from passing out entirely himself.
The last to approach, however, seemed emersed in some form of medical knowledge. "Thank you. But what about him?" Quite hypocritical of his first two statements.
//late by I suck and yes you have permission! Deep gashes on hind leg, upper right of his head, and chest along with minor bruises and cuts along his body.
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Forward he came, wrapped within the crimson stained bandages of his own faults as he did so. It had been the noise of others that had drawn Wolfsong from his postion to the ever-gathering group. The moment he haulted movement to settle alongside Finnishwars, a smile fell seemlessly upon ablaster features. Wolfsong couldn't help but find grand amusement in Crismoncowl's behavior, finding it similiar to another in which he thought fondly of, [b]"Everyone's a bit misguided, it's just how you let it affect you that makes the difference I suppose. Besides, it's a very nice name. " Mused the youth, "Welcome home, Crimsoncowl."
He stated this with the scent of mixed clans stangent upon his own tattered pelt, showing he had no home and had no plans of staying in the blizardclan's borders beyond when he'd healed and yet there he was spewing nonsense about knowing of a home. He was a strange one indeed. "I'm Wolfsong, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir." It was unknown exactly where he'd found his manners from, having been raised within the exiles with a "father" who was anything less than unruly, perhaps it was from the set his parents he could not recalle.
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He inhaled deeply, heavy rainfall filling the capacity of his lungs and pleasing the aesthetic of his soul. Wolfsong truly disliked storms, but the after affects, the calm amongst the wreck was a scene in which he found he'd never become bored of. The wander-bound youth was settled at the edge of the make-shift camp, body slanted downwards in a sitting position as his paws played with the damp Earth in-between each toe. His bandages were prominent in the shimmering light of afternoon sun, just as much so as the loveliness of his ocean colored hues were high lighted in it's rays. Wolfsong had been recovering quite seamlessly, having no trouble as he did so, but he was beginning to grow restless at the fact he was supposed to be taking it easy. But Wolfsong tended to be a horrible listener. One of the perks of being a wanderer was learning various fighting movies exsclusive to one particular clan, he held no mentor, and so all of his battle training was to be done by watching and attempting. He wondereded, what would sunclan have to offer?
[b]"Anyone up for a friendly spar?"
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bump <3
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An amused smile carved itsself upon ablaster features, dream-like hues of azure sparkling in gentle mischief, [b]"If you promise not to go easy on me." Returned the youth. The one before him, Crimsoncowl if he recalled meeting him upon the border correctly, was more expierenced and to be greater feared in battle; but Wolfsong's unperdictable nature and mental handicap of being incapable of giving in was something to not undermine. "The first move is yours," Wolfsong offered, oddly polite even when reffering to brutish matters like sparring.
He gave an awknowledging nod to Nurseryrhyme and the other creature to approach before preparing himself for whatever his opponet may bring.
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Wolfsong Cipher should have been desensized to torture.
It was impossible to escape battle within a clan such as the one he had been raised into- a place which the murky earth was constantly stained with crimson splotches, where the scent always reeked of melted corpses and the sound of eternally damned prisoners' screams were ever present; only ceasing when they'd yelled out to the point their throats refused to make sounds any further. Yet, he'd never lost the ability to cry out for the horrible crimes in which were commited, to become angry for the lives cruely stolen by those who had no right to do so.
So as the youth came upon the scene, adding on to an ever growing group, as his gaze fell upon the horrid nature of it's making the dream-like azure within his hues turned as terrible and sad as the sea. Wolfsong could not help the tears that threated to, and eventually did, stream down his cheeks; but wolfsong was unashamed to cry. He cryed long and often for the sins and woes of the cruel world around him, to the point he wondered if by the time he was fully grown he would have exhausted all his tears and be uncapable of crying any longer. He had not known these beings, only the twisted fate in which had befallen them, but he felt great sarrow and anger for their deaths. [b]"Do they think it's some kind of game," His tone was low, voice trembling like a quake within the Earth's crust. "That life simply doesn't matter?" The last phrase spoken, however, was one of pure fury.
