Posts by Duskmire.

Duskmire. · Mar 1st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Can you hear me? Are you ok?

Distant and echoing words drew Duskpaw back into his thoughts, and eyelids fluttering open once more, the red tabby attempted to lift himself from the ground, only to slip and fall back down. He felt too weak. He could definitely see someone here now, though, they were talking to him. Groggy and hardly functioning, the injured apprentice looked up for the first time at Elizabeth, someone he'd never met before. "W-what? Who are you... where... what happened...?" the red tabby stammered, again struggling to lift himself but failing. His neck stung terribly, almost as if it were on fire, but for some reason the wound was causing his whole body to act out of whack. Squeezing his eyes shut, Duskpaw shoved against the dirt and at last forced himself to his paws, stumbling and crashing sideways into a tree trunk, which he leaned on for support.

Now that he could see drops of his own blood in the snowy grass beneath them, Duskpaw's expression of confusion warped into one of aggression. Baring his teeth in self defense, the weak apprentice focused hard and tried to use his powers to reverse time, which had no effect, since he was far too weak. Just giving himself a worse headache, Duskpaw slid back down onto the ground and gave up. If he was going to die, he was going to die. It seemed there was nothing he could do about it. "What's... what did you do to me?" he demanded hoarsely.

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Duskmire. · Mar 1st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw sat down with the rest of the crowd and nodded to Jonathan, though his eyes betrayed his feelings of suspicion and dislike. Duskpaw wasn't a fan of the advisor after he had cheated on his wife or whatever, but he had attended this anyway for some reason. "Duskpaw." the red tabby said flatly, even though the two of them were already acquainted. Jonathan had actually been the first WindClanner Duskpaw had ever met, surprisingly. He had originally had great respect for him, but these days couldn't care less after all his public family drama.

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Duskmire. · Mar 1st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw had been feeling worse and worse since it happened. He hadn't told anyone; he couldn't. No one could know what had happened to him, he would surely be punished or treated like a freak. The anxiety alone had been eating him alive, but now his physical well being had slowly begun to deplete as well. The apprentice spent days cooped up in his cabin, shuddering in the dark corner and pushing away the horrible thoughts that had invaded his mind.

Ever since Elizabeth had turned him into this monster - accidentally, but still, - his body had begun to deteriorate. Duskpaw refused to give in to it, the horrifying disease he had been infected with. All problems he might have had prior to this had gone away, becoming meaningless in comparison to the struggle Duskpaw now faced. He had become a horrifying creature he could never have dreamed existed before; a vampire.

Food no longer tasted normal to him, in fact, it made him sick. With each passing day he felt as if he was starving to death, and he had become too weak to do much of anything. His mind screamed out in hunger, and Duskpaw felt nauseous as his brain pounded with the desire for blood. Thick, crimson blood. Duskpaw, in the shadowed corner of the room, placed his paws on his head and shuddered. No. He would not drink any fucking blood. That was insane. The blood of prey would keep getting him by, he would be fine.

But he wasn't. The blood of tiny birds and mice was not sustaining him. Duskpaw feared he would die, but he could do nothing about it. He would not bring himself to harm a clanmate in the way his mind begged him to. But the bloodlust was becoming far too powerful. Once green eyes now glowed an intense yellow in the darkness. He could no longer control himself.

He didn't know how or when he had gotten there, but at some point Duskpaw found himself out in camp, standing over the body of a fellow apprentice. The other feline, full of life and vigor just hours before, was now a lifeless heap of a creature. Blood dripped from Duskpaw's chin. He'd given in. He had given in and now this apprentice was dead. He had not been able to stop himself once he'd had a taste from the punctured artery, and now he had a full stomach of the blood of his clanmate. He had gone too far. They were dead.

Now back in control of his body, Duskpaw's eyes stopped glowing, and the blurriness cleared from his vision. Panic rising in his throat, he stepped away from the corpse. No. No. He had forsaken the home that he had just begun to fit into. Terror clouding his mind, and seeing no other option, Duskpaw fled into the fields. It was uncertain whether he would ever return.

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Duskmire. · Mar 1st 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Duskpaw had never felt so horrible in his entire life. Not even after his first home had fallen to ruin and he had lost his parents, oh no. This had just climbed the list to number one. He had killed someone. Struck them down with one paw and lunged for their throat. Drank their blood hungrily, as if it were water. He was a monster. And so the vampiric boy had fled WindClan, leaving all his friends behind, and a corpse for them to discover as well.

Guilt ate away at Duskpaw's organs as he wandered through BloodClan territory, unaware that a Clan actually lived there. It was a wasteland out here, and so far away from home that WindClan would never find him. Hopefully he would die for what he had done. It didn't seem like there was anything for him to suck the blood from out here, anyway. Tears in his eyes, the apprentice slowed his jog to a mere stagger, chest heaving. He was ready to embrace death, but it didn't seem ready to meet him just yet.

Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw stopped at last, completely out of breath, and looked up at the huge tiger with a mixture of fear and confusion. Why was there a tiger out here in the middle of...? Name and business? Does a Clan actually live here in the... A look of realization spread across Duskpaw's face as it dawned on him where he was. BloodClan. This must be... Merle?

"Duskpaw... I don't... I don't know my business, really..." the red tabby apprentice stammered, still gasping for breath. "I guess I could use... some water...? I think I might... die." Duskpaw admitted honestly, mind still racing. If this was BloodClan, they would help him even though he killed someone, right? They wouldn't care? The apprentice prayed not. Though he despised himself for what he had done, he was slowly beginning to process it had really been an accident, and if he could find refuge he should.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw stepped in late, feeling incredibly out of place. He had minimal herb training, but felt so useless around the group that he figured he may as well give the training a shot. He was no vicious fighter, he hadn't really the heart to kill, so perhaps he would try his hand at medicine. He doubted he would know any of these herbs, but he willed himself to at least try to guess them. Duskpaw was desperate to fit in whatever way he could, for he did not want to lose what was probably the last chance he had at finding a permanent home for himself. Taking a deep breath, the former WindClanner sat down and looked at the herb Kata had presented them with.

"Hopefully I am not too late..." the tabby began quietly, staring contemplatively at the leaves as if they might tell him what they were if he looked hard enough. Had he ever seen this in Fleece's den..? Maybe, but he'd never asked what it was. As the others said it was chervil, a bell seemed to chime in Dusk's mind and he gained some faint recollection of what he was pretty sure it was for. "Like they said, chervil. I've never really used it myself, but I recall being given it when I had a stomachache in my first home." he recounted, suddenly remembering the treatment he had received from Silverpaw's mentor all those moons ago.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]All the mention of torture and loosely tossed around swears made Duskpaw feel like he might be in a weird dream. Tortures...? He supposed that was what he should have expected, joining BloodClan, but it made him feel terribly uncomfortable and out of place. Perhaps he deserved it, though, for killing someone back in WindClan. He told himself again and again that it was an accident, but couldn't get it out of his head that he could have stopped himself. And so here he was stuck, with all the other murderers and torture-friendly souls. He was quite literally a weak pro-clan baby stranded in a pack of murderers. Nodding meekly in understanding, Duskpaw tried to absorb all that Merle had told them in the meeting. "Congratulations." the red tabby said quietly to Katastroféas, whom he was familiar with from the herb training.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]EDIT: thread here

This was at least familiar. There had been weekly tasks in WindClan, so it was at least refreshing to see they had them here as well. Approaching slowly, Duskpaw offered the giant tiger leader a weak nod. "I'd like one." he said softly, not making eye contact. He felt so very out of place, even at such a commonplace event, and could not help but frown as an uncomfortable queasy feeling stirred in his stomach.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Whatever sort of drama was going on here was far over Duskpaw's head. The small domestic feline sat a distance away, glancing exhaustedly between Merle and the stranger, listening to their bizarre conversation about changes in leadership, and apparently a murder. They were very nonchalant about death and the passing of the leadership baton, so that at least made the apprentice feel slightly better about his own terrible deed. Death was so commonplace around here, everyone seemed to be numb to it. Duskpaw could not help but hope he reached that point soon. He was overwhelmed with guilt over his accidental murder, and wanted nothing more than for it to fade into the background until it reached little importance. Nodding slightly in what might be considered congratulations to Diable, Duskpaw heaved another sigh and waited to see if any other accusations would be tossed around.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]track for now

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw was incredibly intimidated by Merle, but had convinced himself - mostly out of fear - that no one in BloodClan was truly a bad person. They just... lived differently than he was used to, that's all. Approaching the three-pawed leader with a nervous frown, the former WindClan apprentice took a seat a considerable distance from the tiger and gestured to his stump leg. "Do you need anything for that..? It looks sort of, uh, re-opened. I could... conjure some marigold or something..." the red furred feline offered, his sentence drifting off as he decided he had said enough. Merle seemed like a man who enjoyed getting to the point, so he didn't bother elaborating or asking why he didn't have the metal thing he was so known for. Even before joining the Clan, Duskpaw had known Merle for his metal-knife-hand thing, it was just something he had associated with the BloodClanner. How unfortunate that he had apparently lost it. Perhaps someone with elemental powers could melt some metal and make him a new one..?

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw bit his tongue and nodded, though he was tremendously nervous to undertake the task he had been given. Sparring...? He was a terrible fighter, and had no motivation to improve, so he would almost certainly get whooped by whatever opponent decided to take him on. He would do it, however, because he had been told to. Swallowing what little pride he had left, the apprentice walked off to go humiliate himself in an unfortunate spar.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw stood by Boleyn and Henri, examining the weird canine with concerned olive eyes. They hadn't done anything too questionable yet, but seeing as they were in their right mind joining BloodClan, it was only a matter of time before the weirdness began. Duskpaw himself had voluntarily joined the group, mostly because he felt so guilty for murdering a former clanmate that he felt it was where he belonged, but he saw himself as a weird exception, almost like someone that turned themselves in to prison. Perhaps it was a bold sterotype, seeing as most BloodClanners were fairly normal, but Duskpaw couldn't shake the pro-clan prejudices he had learnt.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw knew Boleyn only by her name, and so he used that knowledge to his advantage as he watched her wander into the jungle. "Need any help, Boleyn..?" the small domestic feline inquired, halting in his tracks just outside the trees. He himself was out there just to procrastinate the spar he had to do, and anything he could do to further the start of that would be grand.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]so obviously duskpaw has fled the clan after accidentally murdering someone in his vampire bloodlust, which he struggles to deal with having recently been bitten and all that

he's hiding out in bloodclan bc he feels like he is trash and he belongs with murderers and stuff

but I would kind of like him to be found and questioned about the murder so.. I guess what I'm asking is would anyone be up for discovering dusk and dragging him back to WindClan for interrogation?? :0

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]yES THANK U ALL

should we have a thread where he is found and then dragged outta bloodclan and then a separate one here in WindClan for his interrogation as well? ;0 I can make the search party one, if so!!

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]All Duskpaw had learned from this was that Belial had no shame. He wasn't about to stomp over and demand candy just yet, but the apprentice did watch with what might have been the beginnings of a smile. It was almost heartwarming to see these terrifying people fucking around and wearing dresses and handing out candy, it sort of reassured Dusk that BloodClanners weren't just tyrannical war machines. Finally giving in to curiosity, the red furred apprentice approached Belial and examined the candy. "What candy would you recommend?" he asked with a tiny sly smile, as if inquiring what a waiter's favorite dish on the menu might be.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Well, Duskpaw had been told to spar someone for his weekly task, so that was what he was reluctantly going to do. He had no desire to do anything within the group and was operating mostly like a robot at this point just to keep going, but this he actually strongly opposed rather than feeling indifferent. Still, he was forced to do it, so the red tabby stood at the edges of camp and cleared jos throat. "Would anyone... like to spar..." he grumbled, heaving a tremendous sigh. He had no battle training whatsoever, so this could only go terribly for him. Maybe if he was fully himself he would try to put some effort into winning, but Duskpaw was still so torn up about his reasoning for fleeing WindClan that he could not even fake enthusiasm in the slightest, so, essentially, he was going to get his ass kicked no matter who he sparred.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]The soft spoken apprentice simply nodded and ventured into the trees, obeying her request without a word. Duskpaw had always been a little quiet, that was the introvert in him after all, but he had been especially less talkative since joining BloodClan. It was entirely because of the incident that had driven him here from WindClan, of course. He missed home so dearly, and wanted nothing more than to go back and talk to Fleece and Sabbath, or read a book with Felix, but none of that could ever happen now that he had killed someone. Now, he was nothing short of an exile, and if he tried to go back he would no doubt be questioned or punished. Perhaps a brave man would go and face his punishment, but Duskpaw was in fact a coward.

He stepped through the jungle leaves, glancing briefly at Bolelyn, before stumbling upon a rather nice area of land. There was a small clearing among the trees where a large branch must have fallen at some point, because light streamed down from above and onto the fertile soil of the jungle floor. "This would probably work, but you would have to dig up some of these jungle plants to make room for herbs." the red tabby suggested absentmindedly, glancing up at the hole in the canopy above.

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Duskmire. · Mar 2nd 2016

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]( oOPS SORRY for the late reply lmao im still gonna reply to threads from before his disappearance )

Cave exploring...? Duskpaw was unsure how comfortable he was with the prospect. He had never really been underground before, but the thought of being trapped under layers of earth that were far heavier than him freaked him out. Steeling his courage, however, the red tabby nodded nervously. "Uh, you guys should lead the way. I'll um, bring up the rear." he said less than enthusiastically.

They were nowhere near entering a cavern yet, but somehow Duskpaw already felt himself becoming jittery. Don't be a baby! It's just a cave. He chided himself, wiping the nervous look from his face and replacing it with faux confidence. Sabbath had said she knew the cave systems anyway, so there was little chance of something bad happening... right? Just to make sure, as he stood up, Duskpaw asked, "The caves are safe, right..? I mean, they won't collapse on us? Not that I'm scared or anything..."

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