[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size: 8pt; width: 445px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]He thought he was good at fighting. Self-trained, after all. The maine coon approached, ears twitching back once or twice as he examined the scene, silver eyes flickering over the few forms of his new clanmates. "C'mon! Let's fight! This shit looks awesome, maybe we can own some idiots." No, we're not going to. Seems like people had already started, but he wasn't interested in that today. "I'll just watch," Luftrauser said, finding his seat to the side. If he wanted to join, he would. For now, watching would probably be more exciting than fighting.
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Luftrauser had no idea that this kid was a murderer. When Boypaw approached, all he saw was a quiet lion, ear tips twitching and tongue piercing rolling in his mouth. He huffed and nodded to him. "Mm, alright." He plainly replied, shifting on his paws and then standing. Might as well get himself acquainted with the territory, right? He was about to huff off and announce his departure when Coralie approached, his silver eyes landing on the serval. Love. It was definitely a universal nickname, but Luftrauser didn't like it too much anyways. He didn't show his distaste, for 'fear' of being rude, but instead offered a shake of his head. "No, I'm quite alright, thanks. I can handle myself," he said, tail flicking to the side. "Look at you, tough guy." The black maine coon turned and then began to stalk off. "I'll go wander around for a bit, catch ya guys later." Luft murmured, trotting away from the WindClanners. He'd see them around again.
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The maine coon looks back towards Batpup, after having his gaze wander, and then twitched his ear tips at his inquiry. Questions, questions, questions. He just wanted to train and sleep, not really walk about doing this. Well, he had brought this upon himself, so he might as well answer. Though, he didn't exactly want to. "Somewhere far away from here," the domestic feline offered with a slight dip of his head. He rolled his tongue in his mouth, something he usually did when there was an empty silence. He can't think of anything else to say, though, so Luftrauser shifts on his paws and looks back towards the others.
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i still havent done it and i gotta watch a video and do this map shit for global
asdfghjklhow is everyone ? :''''''''''''''''''''''^)
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I GOT SOMETHINGH U M A N AU
where like,,, maybe it could be a ww2 au??
oops i just read i,, scratch that
idk if you want me to expand on the idea but,,, hnng
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sky!!! hey!! its welsh!! i havent been here in WC in forever :'^> whats up?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size: 8pt; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Luftrauser soon approached himself, having been spared from the screeching he had heard when he was following it. He came just in time to hear Arcanic state his name and business there, and he huffed. He didn't know who the kid was or whatever he had done or wanted to do before he came back, so he wasn't much interested. Guess you could say he was in Batpup's boat, but with a little less hostility. The maine coon hadn't even said anything, either. Luftrauser seated himself, silver eyes locked on the hawk and lips formed into a small frown. "Welcome back... guess." He didn't even bother saying 'I'; just barely dipped his head and huffed. "Luftrauser."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size: 8pt; width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]There were people again, but now they were collected at the edge of camp and talking to some guy he didn't know and definitely wouldn't bother getting to know. All he really knew was that this guy was just a little bit too close, since the border wasn't even fucking near there. The maine coon stopped and didn't bother to seat himself, eyes flickering over his clanmates then to Apollon. Ah, what was the point in saying anything if Jonathan had already covered it? Actually, why was he even here in the first place? Luftrauser just wanted to go back to his cabin and sleep. He huffed and decided it wasn't worth the time to walk back so he'd seat himself and await the guy's answer.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 465px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Aw, Zowie had remembered when he had given Ross a therapy session as a weekly task. That was... it felt like forever ago now. The german shepherd sighed as he approached, a small smile on his lips then turning to a neutral look, his gaze tired and hungry. Okay, he had eaten that day, but he was kind of weak and it showed. His ribs poked through, eyes bloodshot. He seriously had to stop this some day, it was ruining him. He could protect others without neglecting his own health, right? God, he spent his every waking moment in the medical ward or trying to sleep or staying up in camp. Zowie huffed and then seated himself near Omorose. But, as he had done so, his eyes traveled to the snacks and he couldn't help but grab some, digging into them as soon as he laid back down. "I'll uh... watch. Maybe'll talk," he smiled to Ross, eyes blinking heavily.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 465px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Hogpup, Mako, and Roadpaw. The three names the once fox cub then bear cub had. Zowie loved the kid, honestly. He was quiet, loved pigs, and was all around a loyal kiddo. Zowie had gone over to see what the commotion was, only to see the bear cub's body impaled with an Exiler's body near the scene. No, he thought. What? Zowie's mind was running a blank, green-hazel gaze widened and lips quivering. Him too; along with many others had perished for some other reason, or they disappeared. It was a common thing to happen around there, was it not? The doctor sighed, his ears flattened against his head, tail lashing quickly as he went and stood closer, humming something under his breath to keep the sadness at bay. "'ll miss ya, Roadpaw. Y'were a good kid, y'know that, right?" He said, forcing on a small smile, tears welling in his vision as he let out a quick hiss of breath. The german shepherd turned away and stalked off, his shoulders shaking. Of course, one of the people he cared about most in this clan was gone. He wondered if it would happen to Artpop or Wardaddy. It was starting to remind him more and more of war, of the loss of his old friends back when he was a human, fighting in a Sherman in one of the most brutal things in history. He'd grieve now, and eat and sleep later.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 465px; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]A nap. God, that sounded like heaven to the german shepherd. Naps were something he never took, and if he did, they were never intentional. Zowie would usually fall asleep with his face in a book, or just because he had been lounging about, keeping a close eye on the NPC ShadowClanners that moved about the camp like a sea of animals. The doctor and Mercenary was walking, now, through camp, head lowered. He noticed Artpop's scent, though, and was drawn to it. (Of course he would be, considering the drag queen was a very close friend of his.) He burst from the crowd—albeit not as amazing as it sounded—and found the King appeared to be sleeping in a great bundle of pillows. "Ah, Art?" He asked, ears pricked forward. The pillows did look nice, and they did smell comfortable, so he was tempted to lie among the things as well.
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well,, i was here a long ass time ago but i thought "hey ill come back to wc with this d00d" and i did so here i am :^)
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[e] also nice to know its getting work on atm :'^)
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He felt so small without a weapon, and that wasn't good for the maine coon. He was a large cat, considering his breed, but that didn't mean his claws and teeth satisfied him. So, he had carved a knife out of bone and gave it a leather grip. He was alright with crafting, so the knife hadn't taken long and neither did the harness he had created. Of course, Rauser had stayed up all night making these things, but now he felt more powerful. So the feline was training now, the knife between his jaws as he hopped about, making sharp scores in a lone tree. His breath was coming out in pants, ears pinned back and body burning with exhaustion. He wasn't going to stop anytime soon, he had to get used to using a weapon again. His paws moved quickly, turning his head so he could throw the knife into the tree. It caught in the bark, causing small chips to fly from the tree and spray along the earth. Luftrauser sighed, shrugging his shoulder and feeling the leather move against his fur. That was enough for the time being, he didn't want to strain himself too much.
"Yo."
That voice again. Luftrauser looked about, but then sighed. No, it was still all in his head. It was going to be like that forever, wasn't it? The maine coon's tail tip flicked, a low exhale leaving him before he stood, pushing himself from his haunches to grab his bone knife. He grabbed it between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug. With a crack, it released and the maine coon was back to jumping about and striking the tree.
"You never listen to me."
He paused, face knit into a scowl. At least it was talking in a normal and sane tone for once, not screaming immature dribble. "Because I'm busy," he says. The maine coon threw the knife at the tree again, but it merely bounced off and fell into the grass. He went to retrieve it, huffing out a tired breath. Luftrauser retrieved it once more, going back into the groove of attacking the tree, practicing agility, and throwing the knife into the tree.
"No you're not. I'm a voice in your head. Just listen to me, for once. I'm a voice of fun, Luft. This place's so borin', can't we just cause some chaos?"
"No."
He throws the knife harder this time, and he can hear his neck crack softly.
"Luft. Luft. Luftrauser. Hören Sie einfach zu mir. Y'know that language right? I need you to listen to me."
"Halt... mund..." Luft wants to retort, but it's been so long since he's actually spoken that language that he can't really form the sentence. He knows he wants to say "Shut your mouth." He can't, though. He ends up sounding like a fool in the end.
"You were so close! C'mon Luft, I know you want to just... slap someone, hurt 'em, or just fuckin' do something for once! A tree isn't a fuckin' enemy, you dumbass."
"What is it with you and hurting others physically?"
"It's fun! Y'don't have to be a hero or some shit. Hurt who you want, be nice to who you want, kill who you want!"
He was about done with this now, his grip so tight on the knife that his gums and teeth hurt, his head pounding and the voice droning on and on. He stomped the earth now, claws unsheathed and tail lashing like a whip through the early morning air. Luftrauser huffed, humming something under his breath as he threw the knife into the tree one last time. It was bare, bark littering the ground and fallen leaves from his previous antics fluttering about in the air and down onto the grass. The WindClanner's eyes were narrowed now, teeth working on the tongue piercing in his mouth as he grunted. Silence occupied the air; punctuated only by the distant chirp of the morning birds. He seated himself away from the tree, looking out into the wide clearing that lead towards the camp where he was settled in now.
He was almost calm, but then the void in his head was filled once more.
"You're so pissed and angry, just loosen up."
Something in him cracked, and he rolled his head back, a growl rising in his throat as he gripped the earth between his toes. "Just shut the fuck up," the feline yelled, his voice cracking slightly as he felt something whistle past his ear. His silver gaze widened, fur bristling and hackles standing on end as he heaved himself up. He looked down, seeing his knife sticking handle side up in the grass and earth. No-fucking-way.
"What the fuck."
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