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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]Hypocrites, every single one.

As the youth approached the battlefield, armed with the shield of idealism and the spear-head of spirit, something seemed eerily familiar about the circumstance as a headache suddenly struck him. The shifting grains of gold beneath his feet, the beams of the unforgiving sun pounding down upon all creatures below it, a repulsive smell similar to his homeland yet distinctively unique to the tribe of split bones and spilled blood- if it had not been for the yowls of heated battle and cries of wounded soldiers, it would have felt...comforting in an oddly poetic form of irony. He had no time for odd feelings, however, pushing away the strange feeling of awakening once again, yet for the first time into the back regions of his mind. Today, he was not here to feel, he was not here to understand, but he was also not here to kill; he was here to fight.

Hypocrites, every single one.

From the ruthless bloodclanners who claimed their ways righetous to the exilers sounding the tones "vengences", from the elders to the kits, to the battle torn clown to himself; hypocrites, every single one. He understood this fact, and he lived with it. After all, he was not here to understand. Hues of ocean's depths no longer reflected a peaceful summer day's light sky, but rather that of a tsunami; powerful and unhaulting scanned across the field to find Butterscotch. Both without an opponent, the young exiler charged from the front so that the other could see his attack, attempting to slash at his paws and knock the bloodclanner of his feet and painfully cut whichever legs his claws touched if successful.

The banging in his head was heated and growing by the second.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]Wolfsong's hues of ocean's depths became narrowed tides at the reaction in which butterscotch had to his oncoming attack. The other had been slammed to the floor and a smile of all things had danced its way across the other's features followed by a brisk thank you. Thank you. That's what had spilled from this bloodclanner's thin lips. No, he did not take to this creature's mindset in the least. The blood that curled at the elder's paws seemingly brought him satisfaction in a twisted ,poetic sort of way. Fighting this enemy head on was not the way to engage this particular opponent, he observed. The other was a purely unsound of mind, thus Wolfsong found he'd have to approach him a different way.

The ebony leopard made a point to take a stance of defense, gaze locked upon his opponent seemingly permanently. He would not be a pawn in the sick game of this bloodclanner, and he refused to bring him satisfaction. Wolfsong Cipher was no one's play piece; oh, if he only knew. "You're move." The youth stated cautiously. The headache he'd had since arriving to bloodclan was becoming a real nuisance, making Wolfie visibly wince and quite vulnerable, even if he attempted with all his heart to ignore it.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]track for wolfsong sibs
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]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.

That was the exiles. That is was the world had seen his clan has. However, they'd missed it. Missed the kindness of Wolfsong's foster father, the cleverness of his long friend Privatepaw, the general varied forgotten diversity of personas that were buried somewhere between the murders and stigma. Wolfsong, of course, included as he always had fought viciously to protect his clan but never once had he killed- he planned to keep it that way.

I bother speaking this to assure all that this had not been the reason Wolfsong had left. No, it had been the lies. The fact was, Wolfsong did not belong among the exiles but had been stolen away when he was young from his true clan. A clan he could not recall, a mother who's face had been long distorted, it had all been repressed but little at a time the memories were returning. So for now, he would wander until he could gather himself, until he knew for sure where he belonged.

The ebony creature came forward to Sunclan's borders with a very nasty gash in his chest (earned from an unkind rogue who had been ten times larger than himself) and his usual welcoming smiling spread across youthful features. He had no choice but to stop to rest awhile, so this had brought him to Sunclan. As he awaited the boy, who smelled like death but smiled like life, simply hoped they would allow him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]What'cha need?

As the ever-bubbly female approached, Wolfsong blinked. To be rather honest, he didn't even have the answer to that simple question when it came to the grand scheme of things. "It's alright," The youth returned, wincing ever slightly upon gesturing and lightly touching the offending area. It truly did not hurt that badly, but Wolfsong was only mortal. "Just a flesh wound, it will heal up soon." Wolfsong inquired with a tilt of his head, " But I'd like to stay here for a day or two to rest if I can- I promise it won't be long, and I won't eat any prey. Where is here if I may ask?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]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.

That was the exiles. That is was the world had seen his clan has. However, they'd missed it. Missed the kindness of Wolfsong's foster father, the cleverness of his long friend Privatepaw, the general varied forgotten diversity of personas that were buried somewhere between the murders and stigma.

I bother speaking this to assure all that this had not been the reason Wolfsong had left. No, it had been the lies. The fact was, Wolfsong did not belong among the exiles. To put it rather shortly, the youth had been caught in a tale spun of webs threaded with lies in which he stood in the center of. So for now, he could solely wander in hopes pieces of long shattered memories slowly returned and he would find himself.

The ebony creature came forward to Sunclan's borders with a very nasty gash in his chest (earned from an unkind rogue who had been ten times larger than himself) and his usual welcoming smiling spread across coalfeatures. He had no choice but to stop to rest awhile at this point. As he awaited the boy, who smelled like death but smiled like life, simply hoped they would allow him.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]//yassss gurl, he's back and more confused than ever. XD

Circusclown. Yes, even that murderous creature, one born of brittle bone who soaked in the crimson of his enemies, held a heart. A certain sadness within the heated glares that told a tale of humanity within the seemingly inhumane. He still had not forgotten the day he'd attempted to break up a fight between the said circusclown and leo, he took a nasty slash in circusclown's place before circusclown swiftly pulled him out of the heat of battle (rather gently) and gave wolfsong a rather rude wake up call. In that moment, Wolfsong learned not everyone was what they seemed. However, this did not make up for the other's murders actions. Not by a long shot.

Name and business. It should have been a simple phrase, one without need of racking your brain to answer. But things, as Wolfsong had learned, were never as they seemed. A sigh left thin lips, "That's a good question." Noted the youth dyly, an odd emotion clouding sky flecked hues before being dismissed nearly as swiftly. "My name is Wolfsong, I'm something of a wanderer and was hoping I could stay here for a small while until my wounds heal." Half-inquired the ex-exiler, hues examining the female before him.

She, in all honesty, looked like she needed more help than himself. "I will only stay one or two days, and promise not to cause any problems or eat any prey." Badass? Now, such a word had never been used to describe Wolfsong before. He was a mediocre fighter, impulsive by nature and not as cunning as most among the ranks of warriors, and so the thought had never crossed others minds- let alone his own. Some might have called him brave, but Wolfsong found more often than not it was the word "fool" that fit him to a tee. "So it would seem," He smiled at Virgo somewhat defeatedly, "But she seems to be quite a deal worse off from myself." Wolfsong motioned towards Sylame.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]//stumbles in

Tis I, the resident wanderer, the being who slips in and out of chats due to their constantly traveling char. What's up cool cats?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]These two can have a thread? I swear to god I'll make it and come up with some form of plot I just have to wrack my brain hard enough unless you have any ideas?

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]Wolfsong had seen much death in his lifetime, but as he approached the scene that stunk of rotted flesh and fresh blood, the youthful wanderer could not withhold the tears from streaming down ivory features. Too many times he'd witnessed life's gruesome end, but he still had not hardened his heart to its misfortunate and he wondered if he ever would. "Yes," Wolfsong attempted to clear his tone of any signs of his sorrow but it was an ill attempt. "I suppose they do." This response to Kineticpaw's words was quite different from Haushinka's solid truth, but Wolfsong found he much preferred the way in which the tiny child described it. It was his idealism, he supposed, that made him a fool.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]Omg yes, that sounds so cute! I'll make it if you want?

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]"formal events are not my thing these shoes are new and this is a very long staircase at least you were at the bottom to break my fall I’m so sorry" or "i tried to help you not get mugged but was knocked out and you had to take me back to your house to take care of me" aus are really putting me in a loop which would you prefer? XD

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px][color=white]It was utterly breathtaking- that of scarclan's territory. The apparent land was conjured from ancient, though crumbling, buildings forged from stone and pure will by the human beings in which had created each and every one of them. Especially at night. The stars shone and twirled within the ebony sky above like performers in spotlight upon an ill-lit stage. Some might have called the youth made for being awake so late simply for the pleasure of gazing at the stars, but Wolfsong felt it well worth the trouble. When one gazed into the sky, after all, it made everything else feel so measly in comparison; we all need to forget about life for awhile sometimes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]Hello! So I just brought this kiddo back and need some plots for him. So Wolfie here is a wandering through the clans attempting to recall bits and pieces about his repressed past. He is an honorable youth who has a reckless streak and is hopelessly naive. He refuses to kill or torture and a stubborn cinnamon roll through and through.

OPEN TO
- Friends
- Mentors (teach him life lessons guysss)
- Rivals
- Enemies (not as hard to make as one would think)
- Au Threads
- Anything else you can think of!

CLOSED TO
- Death
- Killing others
- Rape/raping others

The outsiders hits hard at home man. I cry real easy too and was reading it in class and broke out in tears because I'm a wimp. ;-;

I love to role play the 20s because I have a really weird interest in the mafia.

Babe, you should do it when you have a lot of muse waiting might make your writers block come up you know? But whatever you decide and works best for you. <3

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]An exiler. The words were spoken with little care, yet Wolfsong could not help but find his fur standing on end. Perhaps it was the fact, after leaving the exiles, the boy had found out how truly revered and hated his ex-clan had been. It was for good reason of course, and he knew that. Scared and maimed- though the youth certainly held his fair share of marred flesh, the enitrety of his body was not covered, not yet regardless. "A crew hm?" Amusement danced in stunning hues of ocean's depths at the younger creature. How adorable.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]Even Song found he'd fallen in love with most marvelous display of sea creatures and equally as colorful humans that were within and ran the aquarium. As much as the teenager moved, never settling in one place very long, it was rather hard to sway his gentle heart to find adoration in something resident among his temporary town due to knowing he'd move on in a matter of a few months and so he did not wish to make the ache worse by attachments. However, this had been the exception because for the first time in many a years the young Song felt like he had a family among the staff and had fallen in love with the sea creatures he'd constantly worked with. It had been the longest he'd stayed anywhere for that reason.

The youth had exited his training session with the lovely orca Russia guess who he named it after in a tight-fitting, bright blue, dashed ebony wetsuit that brought out his stunning hues of the aquarium's deep blue pools quite marvelously alongside his oddly ivory colored locks. To put it rather frankly, Song was very much that of a pretty boy and it was one of the main reasons the youth had been hired. (Aside for his affinity with animals of course.) He approached the edge of the shark show soaking wet, shaking his head to attempt to dry out his limp locks somewhat to keep them from drooping in his eyes.

"Good evening Miss Break." Song approached the other's side with his usual bright smile, it made him feel nice to have Break around- not only did they both have odd names but she was truly a kind lady though her gruff attitude was apparent. "Ready for your vacation?" Song mused before turning his gaze back to the arena. "Oh, so that's the new guy huh? I bet he'll do well." He said, cheering on the unknowing Mac from the sidelines.

best au ever btw kaliko

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]Song knew nothing about Nosferatu, not even the simple fact of his name. However, if he'd been capable of reading minds like ivory spilled with black ink he would have deduced the man to be a great deal smarter than himself. In his defense, he had no other choice if he wished to eat. Song did find that each and every night came with a new adventure; whether this was a pro or a con was not hard to discern. The evening had been going rather smoothly. "Exscuse me, would you like another-" Song's bright smile slashed downwards as hues of ocean's depths became turbulent and a sigh escaped thin lips.

Here we go again.

The younger man soon came forward to the gathering group, grabbing the much larger man who'd been bothering Flicker by the arm with a surprisingly tight grip as a quite forced smile found its way upon pale features. "Sir, I'm going to ask you to please leave now." Song stated surprisingly politely, however, one could tell that the youth was attempting with all his might to hold back the storm beneath the polite facade of his he bore.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: sub;text-align:justify;width:350px;margin-top:-8px]Au name dally! And I'll have the thread up in just a bit!