Posts by A?AM.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]BloodClan was just a ray of sunshine, wasn't it?

Although she could recall the stories of old, tales of the crimson river that danced about in her memory. It was being brought back, then? She supposed it did add on to the fearsome idea of BloodClan. If the idea that they had rotting corpses littering their borders didn't scare one enough.. now they had a river of bodily juices.

Summerpaw approached with a distasteful wrinkle of her nose. She wouldn't object, but she wasn't in love with the idea. "Next time I need some blood, t'least I know where to find it."

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]A snort escaped him, not that he minded really. "It seemed ShadowClan still hasn't grown a fucking pair," the tall masculine drawled with a bout of growls at the posterior of the sentence. Which, really, didn't surprise him. Leave it to a bunch of limp dicks to show up to an enemy appearance and .. literally fucking stand there. Rolling his eyes, he pretended like each step was an effort and moved closer to the Shadowclanners. "Literally you guys outnumber us and you're all just.. standing there." Not that he was complaining, really, but he came for a fight.

Once again, he surprised even himself by the fluidity of which he moved. Despite his hulking form, he was a natural fighter and moved with equal grace. Spotting Twinpaw, a laugh he failed to keep in spouted from powerful jaws. Faustus didn't bother to respond to such a pitiful comment and instead, his eyes fell to the baseball bat. "Once again, motherfucker, this isn't an American sports game." But, this was ShadowClan. It wasn't exactly surprising to him that one of their members brandished a glorified stick. Grumbling profanities amidst each breath, he shot forward, aiming to slam into Twinpaw, which would send him reeling, and then he'd slash at his sides with elongated claws.

//anyone open for capture? :^D

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Well that was fucking random.

Faustus' tilted head was a clear display of both his confusion and pure curiosity. Was that a huge ass dragon he just saw? Usually, trouble found him, but today, it was the other way around. Except, when he got to the scene of the supposed crime, he burst into fits of laughter. This was ShadowClan's- and BlizzardClan's, for that matter- idea of territory destruction? Glancing towards the destroyed building, he blinked. Since when did they have a building above ground? Now he felt a little disappointed-- he didn't get to see it before this piece of shit destroyed it.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]He wasn't planning for the attack to be a ploy to finally lure these dipshits off their asses, but it worked out just fine.

A kitsune. How adorable was that? Faustus would have cooed had he not been locked on combat. Dodging the girl's attack wasn't too difficult, and he did so with ease. He simply redirected his entire attack to Holly, aiming to slam into her with the full body force of a youth tiger and simultaneously bite down with incredible jaw force on whatever he could get a hold of.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Faustus arrived with a grumble, but it wasn't aimed nor directed at Neo. It was ShadowClan, really. They were a thorn in his side and they wouldn't fucking dislodge. Not to mention thorns have zero brain cells, did anyone else catch that resemblance? Just him?

"ShadowClan needs to be kicked right in the fucking ass," the male was in a sour mood, and he expressed it accordingly. Huffing, the massive animal took a seat, molten gold eyes trained on Neo. As far as the Luca thing went, he was cool with that. Luca was a good substitute leader.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Ah, his wonderful brother had decided to grace them all with his presence.

"Wonderful to see you, again," murmured the masculine with a side grin, striding over to peer at Neo. Faustus wouldn't question where his half brother had gone off too, though he was rather curious. It was good to see he was back, though.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]He didn't even need matches, which was super convenient if one thought about it.

Fire sprouted from the trees, from the grass, and he didn't even have to fuel any of it. The licking flames ate up the gasoline and thrived, growing higher and farther. Faustus watched with coldness in his molten gold eyes, but his grin was smug.
"C'mon, Shadowfuckers!" His jeering call echoed. Though they'd come to rape the territory, he was in the mood for a fight. Then again, when was he not?

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Oh, this bitch again. Faustus found himself rolling his eyes, despite the fact he itched for a fight. Yeah, well, he wasn't in the mood to fight idiots. Turning with a snarl, Faustus lit up the ground all around her with flames and sent then towards her. If she wanted to escape, she'd have to flee in the opposite direction, otherwise she'd be burned.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]faust isn't into torture, but he most likely will beat your character up a bit!! any shadowclanners, any rank (^:

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"Why the fuck do you need to shift so much?" He snarled in a rush of irritation. It seems she wasn't skilled enough for him, so she had to change bodies left and right. Golden eyes flashing dangerously as the blades pierced his skin, he jerked his neck and ripped them out. A surface wound-- no biggie. He'd suffered much worse and gone on to fight the same day.

Eyeing Twinpaw, a scoff escaped him. The kid was fast, he'd give him that, but Faustus was faster. Dancing away skillfully, he avoided a concussion and dove right back in again, aiming a flurry of powerful swipes at the male. If hit, not only would they create deep gashes, but they packed a punch as well. Faustus figured he shouldn't body slam the poor kid-- he'd probably kill him.

Setekh earned Faustus' snarl, and the male whirled to face him. "Tell your shitty ass fucking kids to stay out of the damn battlefield and maybe we won't fight them." God, these assholes needed to find some fucking common sense then teach it to their posterity because damn.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"Where is my sauce?" His outcry was a bit over the edge, but he was enraged. He'd asked for sauce more than ten minutes ago, and his chicken tenders were sitting helplessly on his plate. How the fuck was he supposed to eat chicken tenders with no damn sauce?

Standing up, the muscularly built male strode over to the doors, shoving them open. He was in the kitchen now. "'Scuse me? Who runs this joint?" Faustus ran a hand through his flaming red hair, molten gold eyes not exactly angered by definitely not particularly pleasant.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]The frown lodged in his face had become far more defined, and he was not happy. "Sorry, I must have missed the sign on the front that read "*ty Service,'" he grumbled, retrieving his own sauces before returning to his seat. Which would be alone, except he'd found a pug earlier that day and decided to dine with it. The animal was very sweet, and extremely obedient. It just.. sat there and ate it's chili fries.

"Next time I expect some of that quality service that was in your online reviews!" Faustus shouted, angrily dipping his chicken tenders in his fries. Of course he'd googled the restaraunt, what smart person wouldn't? And they did not deserve their five star review.

//LMAo faustus is basically that angry man who comes in with his dog and i love life
& edit bc typos!

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]good luck !!!

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"No roundhouse kicks, then?" The masculine inquired with a wrinkle of his nose. That was just too bad.. he'd finally gotten the move down and had to wait to use it. Ah, the struggles of life were plentiful.

"I'll play," he lashed has tail, seating himself next to the two males with a grin. "How're we choosing the teams?"

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]omg faustus could impregnate his kitsune body ; ooo

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]gasp yES faustus is kind of a player and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say he's a manwhore given his personality sO
& he would never rape, so that's fine w me! & will there be an adoption or ? ;o

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Serendibite Valhalla . wrote:

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*continuing screams of pain as I draw sere and deadpool ship art* (inspiration click)

But yes yes welcome. Majority of us are sane.
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WHAA T THE FRICK THIS IS SO GOOD
also welcome !!!!!

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Faustus arrived shortly after Orion. His curiosity peaked at the sight of a rainbow cat, but to be honest, he'd seen weirder shit. "Hey! Nice highlights." A grin spread, directed at the female who had yet to say her name.

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]"Well.. can you tell us what you're doing here?" Her inquiry was not at all unkind, but it was firm. Summerpaw grew serious compared to her careless lull when she first arrived. "I'm Summerpaw," she introduced herself shortly, figuring maybe Mirae would grow more comfortable if she knew their names. "You can join, or stay here temporarily if you need it."

[font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]She couldn't recall a time she had gone finishing, excluding her time as a child back in the Rift. And, she was positive that if she had gone fishing, they had done so with their paws and not a makeshift rod. Though she didn't agree with Bel's method of fishing, it may have been useful. But so far it just looked as if he'd caught a boot, and in doing so cast out his pride.

"Wow, Bel, that fish looks delicious," Summerpaw had no note of sarcasm in her words, despite the obviousness with which they were displayed. Icy blue eyes amused, the lupine glanced up to the spirit with a small smile.