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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa scowled at the age restriction. "Fuck, I'm only 5 moons. Have fun." She wasn't that annoyed, seeing how walkers made her fur stink and there was always the possibility of getting bit when around them. The husky pup leaped up, knife in paw,a and began to saunter off. "Don't get bit!" She called over her shoulder before entering the prison.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]If Alyssa had known it was Merle's birthday, she wouldn't have cared much but probably would have found him some sort of gift to make up for her lack of enthusiasm. To her, birthdays were another year closer to death and shouldn't be joyful, but whatever, she was just negative that way. Anyways, the husky pup was naturally drawn to the weapons shed. She was almost always nearby, whether it was watching warriors enter and exit, the guard watching lookout, or her, observing the knives. Alyssa approached Russia and Merle with caution, aware that they might be talking about something they didn't want younger people to hear, but was relieved to discover it was only about weapons: Her forte.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Who, what, where, when, why? Alyssa had no idea what was going on and why it was an emergency but she was interested nevertheless. She took a seat within her fellow BloodClanners.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]track for later
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Well, this was certainly going to be interesting.

Alyssa hated the Rift, that was no secret for anyone in BloodClan. She had thrown a tantrum when her parents ignored her, when her "friends" ignored her, when fucking everyone treated her like a shadow. Although she wasn't anything special here she had a name, people knew her, fuck-- they trusted her to hold knife training sessions (which she still needed to get set up, mind you). The husky approached with stomp-like steps, her pale gaze narrowed to furious slits as the scent of her former hom--hell hit her nostrils. "Them?" She demanded with almost amusement before swallowing a difficult breath and giving Markedman a sweet smile, almost too sweet. "I'm Alyssa, probably don't remember me, but no feelings if you don't." After that she went back to sorting out her machete. It was as beloved as her dear old knife, but she needed to get used to other weapons, and lucky for her old home she got the more dangerous one. Like Blue, Alyssa could handle walkers. Everyone in BloodClan learned how to protect yourself against them, especially if you were Merle's daughter.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]"Any food in there? I'm starving like a fucking horse." Retorted the husky pup as she sauntered over, machete in hand, and curious gleam in her pale eyes. It was unnatural for Alyssa to not be cursing and demanding shit, but today she was extra cranky with her old home running around the place offering their "help." She glanced up at the BlizzardClanner and offered her a sheepish smile. "I mean.. Uh, thanks for the gifts."
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Spiders, to Alyssa, were the scariest thing that walked this earth besides her parents. She was shivering and shaking just by looking at the stranger and she distracted herself by looking at the borders in case any walkers were approaching. Don't throw up the child solider commanded herself, eyes closed. You'll be fine. You can kill them in the night or something. Her eyes flew open at the announcement of Merle and Beth being her parents. Shit, her dad got on fast with that old blondie, didn't he? Eyebrows past her forehead, the husky pup quickly tumbled out the usual phrase, "Welcome to BloodClan then, I'm Alyssa. We're half-sisters 'cause Merle's my dad." She chsoe to ignore the spider comments, she might hurl.

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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa had discovered that killing walkers was a fun past time hobby. She had been walking the sandy terrain of BloodClan with a bored sigh every now and again when a walker had swerved towards her. Naturally she began to run - typical - but the husky got the smart idea of chopping at its knees with her machete. With the walker sprawled out on the floor without legs it had been easy to stab its head. The kill had enlightened her head with some sort of pride and she looked around, curious to see if anyone had seen. As usual, they hadn't. But she doubted Finnishwars or Sola would materialize in the air and give her a present of congratulations. "Whatever. I don't need them." Grumbled Alyssa as she picked up the weapon from the ground and continued on with inspecting the walker.

It was a leopard with gaping holes for eyes, an empty jaw for teeth and the once beautiful fur was slick with grease. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of decay and death but continued to inspect every detail of the animated corpse. There was a thin bracelet on one of the legs she had chopped off and Alyssa bit back the urge to start screaming: she often forgot these things once used to be normal animals like her and her clan-mates. They had morals, dreams... Dying was the worst, especially if you turned into one of these nasty shits. Lifting her machete above her head one last time she gave the dead walker a stab to the head just for good measure. Crimson liquid splattered up into the air and she let out a furious groan as her thick pelt was hit by the deadly blood. "Seriously?"
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]"Prom means dresses and alcohol and love." Retorted Alyssa as she sauntered over, an obvious look of distaste running through her pale visionaries at the idea of the prom. Sure, her clan-mates could go, she didn't care, but there was no chance she was going. It wasn't her cup of tea. Nevertheless, the husky was keen to show her worth to the BloodClanners here, so she approached the scene to stand beside her younger half-sister. Spider girl. "Merle or someone will be here soon to accept or decline the invite. Probably accept but you never know, yeah?"
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa was yet to experience death or anything remotely bad. Sure, she had been kidnapped by the Exiles and used as a punching bag, but that was hardly anything when you had a smile like honey and a bite like poison. She had gotten out that shit-hole all by herself and made it back to the Rift before anyone noticed-- hell, if she'd died nobody would've noticed. The only thing that tied Alyssa to her parents in the Rift was her classic birth body: An ash themed husky with the same icy visionaries as her father, Finnishwars. Cold and dead looking inside, unless filled with rage, but you get the point. So when she spotted a young looking husky on the border she thought: Oh my God, the world wants me to die. Because who wouldn't want to see her nightmares walking along the border of her refugee home? The husky bit her lip and gripped onto her machete with an iron grip as she sauntered up to stand beside Arachnophobia, her fellow Merle-descendant.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]A dick? Gross, but also funny. How did this guy come up with this shit, the barbed bat and dead men's dicks? He was just full of surprises and Alyssa felt her curiosity grow as she neared the small group. "It probably shriveled up." Muttered the small husky with a careless kick towards the dead walker; she was starting to only see them as bags of meat like how Talia described them.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa had never been close to the third tier in her month of living here but he had always been around. A familiar face she spotted in camp, someone she could look for in the darkness when she was lost -- just for the reassurance of home. And now he was dead. The small husky skidded to the scene with wide eyes, her paws gripping her machete as tightly as possible, a lump in her throat. Her first real dead body. Walkers didn't count they were already dead, but now... "Who did this?" Retorted the child soldier with a frown as she observed the wounds.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]"Smashing its head with the rock first would've saved you all the stress." Commented Alyssa as she approached the Rift member with a hint of uneasy. She was weary and closed up around her ex-clan-mates, but he could do with some advice on Walker killing and she knew how to give it. "Their blood is awfully hard to get rid of." She added with a limp smile, her own paws wrapped around a red handled machete; she held the weapon tightly as if there was no tomorrow, and her icy visionaries were cast over the exploded walker. "It was a good kill, I suppose." Alyssa added.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa wished she had the same amount of enthusiasm as her half-sister but she definitely didn't. Sauntering up with stomp-like steps, the miniature husky offered Firestarter an awkward nod of greeting. "Alyssa." She greeted with a shrug, her attention turned towards the machete she owned that was held in one fore-paw.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;][ so sorry for the late reply !! my laptop broke (it still is broken) but my dads given me his old one. i'm still adjusting to it ]

Alyssa hated to talk about her feelings -- hell, she avoided thinking about them if she could. The only emotion she had known all her life was anger, and she hated it when she got angry, but she couldn't help it and nobody really understood what it felt like to loose control like that. Disappearing under a thick sea of anger was terrifying and horrifying at the same time. She looked up at Talia in surprise, embarrassed to be caught without a scowl on her face or just so unprepared. Swallowing a breath, the husky shrugged when she called her kill decent and she just wiped the blade with the pad of her paw then shook it in the humid air. Scarlet droplets splashed onto the sand, staining an already stained mess. "I guess."

She watched her auntie begin to walk along the border and raised her non-existent eyebrows in surprise and confusion. More patrolling? Alyssa was young, she was even meant to be outside by herself, but for some reason nobody here cared. Her and June had always been exploring the bunker and looking for secret escape routes, but now her siblings were probably all dead. Even poor James, the King of anxiety and hidden tears. She felt awfully alone in moments like this when her mind crossed to how her siblings were dead, her parents thought she was useless, and she had no friends. The kids here hated her and she hated them, too.

It was true, she hated Rifters, everyone in BloodClan knew or could probably guess, but Talia was different. She seemed to care a little bit -- maybe more than a little, Alyssa had never been good at reading people -- and that was enough for her. Just to know someone out there cared for her, whether it was the aunt that was connected to her by a MIA father, a friend or a distant clan-mate: it felt nice. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this warm feeling in her stomach but it instantly faded at the realization she hadn't moved yet.

"Me backing down to a challenge? Never." Smiled the first tier with an awkward step after her auntie, her short legs working just as hard to catch up to her. There were so many walkers out there nowadays she could sense Merle getting worried. They were all worried, tense, all sprung up like springs waiting to uncoil at the speed of lightning. "When do you think the zombie issue will go? Its kind of annoying." She asked curiously.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Okay, fair enough, but was ripping them apart any better? She made a silent oath when she saw him spitting out walker blood and for the sake of his life she prayed he hadn't gotten any in his actual system otherwise it'd be game over. The young girl took a mental note to watch out for a fever breaking out across Nightfury's body. "I don't think we've met." Stated the husky as she took a seat. "I'm Alyssa."
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Another one of Merles offspring could be heard approaching, grumbling about useless shit and how crappy life was with walkers lurking everywhere. The miniature husky was no larger than a newborn pup despite being a few months old but the scar crisscrossing across her face said otherwise about the naivety of dear Alyssa. She gripped the red handled machete in her paw tightly at the sight of Merle and Beth cuddling up for no reason and some random woman glaring furiously. Oh shit. Oh shiiiiit, seriously? Gross! Old people drama! "I'm Alyssa." Grumbled the child solider as she continued to watch the awkward encounter between the three of them, dry amusement sparkling in her cold visionaries.
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa and Gino thread?
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Alyssa watched from the distance, her eyes squinted almost shut against the blinding sun. Was that Arachnophobia walking near the enemy? Disbelief and annoyance sparked in Alyssa mind as she began to stride towards her younger half-sister. She knew walkers were attracted to sound so she kept her mouth shut but her thunderous expression said it all. Once she was in a safer place the husky exploded with, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Getting too close to them could get you killed!"
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 14px; width: 470px; cursor:url(http://static.tumblr.com/obptcxj/QvHmo0l0g/cursor__6_.png), auto;]Killing walkers and patrolling the borders for aimless joiners was kind of boring to the young husky by now. Although her father led this place and was a key part of the group, she was merely a sideliner who watched shit go down, like her fathers ex arriving just after Merle got a new girlfriend. Talk about awkward? Anyways, Alyssa was beginning to get restless in the prison and had decided to collect her knives from the weapons shed. She had three: a small switchblade, a kitchen knife and a machete. They belonged under a heavily loaded shelf of spears and guns without their bullets (not that any animal could fire them successfully).

Letting out a bored sigh, the husky flopped down onto her back to stare at the cloudless sky above her. She wondered what it felt like to fly and if the stars shuddered away at the lightest of touches, all glitter and stardust floating into the dark abyss that was space. Was she really imagine what it was like to touch the stars? Wow, she seriously was bored. Alyssa glanced across at her three beloved weapons then went back to the sky watching.
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