Posts by Frightfur Seraphim M. !

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur has recently visited with Sunclan but now things had changed already apparently. Sunclan had a new leader in Thea. She was honestly surprised but happy enough to see a new leader take the reigns over the long-standing pro-group. The maine coone feline arrived at Sunclan’s border with a smug smile and a candy sucker stick poking between her perfect pair of lips.

”Hey, SUNCLANNERS! The Rift invites y’all to a vacation event. They’ll be more than one event to appeal to everyone, depending on if yer interests lie in playing games or chilling out. Also, I heard Thea was leader here now, so congrats to her!” the ambassador called out, reinforcing her message with a weak telepathy to make sure she was heard of course.

LINK::: finesse || VACATION EVENT MAIN THREAD

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur had honestly not visited the Dark Dynasty in some time. She was curious as to how they were faring since she’d last set foot here. She’d seen Flora around and well so she wasn’t thinking they were bad-off. The maine coon of the Rift and Colour Command blinked as she stopped at the group’s border and she sent out a telepathic message and called out with her vocals in order to be heard,”Howdy, it’s yer ambassador from the Rift and the Dark Dynasty is invited to the Rift’s vacation event! They’ll be plenty to do so I hope y’all can attend.”

LINK::: finesse || VACATION EVENT MAIN THREAD

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur winced slightly at Risk’s poke to one of her front legs. It was a really strange sensation since she could actually feel the poke this time. In her bionic legged servel body, no touch to her prosthetic legs felt like anything but now that she had real legs she as more or less normal in that department. ”I guess more like lost a bet? Hmm, but not exactly. Just bad luck,” she cocked her head in thought. Yeah, bad luck that she couldn’t find a way to force her spirit back into her favorite form.

Her glittering eyes went to Yuri and a smirk formed in her lips as she reached to idly poke at Risk back in hopes the legendary gambler wouldn’t notice but Fright saw it as payback for poking her off-handedly,”Good to hear ya like it, love! But how many times do I gotta say, my other body’s fine. Totally fine until I return to it.”

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur nodded along to Colotik and Jude’s anger. Yeah, the BHR sucked. And Yuri hadn’t even said all of it. They’d beaten her son, Twistedhumor, and stolen her other son, Keiran, for a long time as well as killed her dear friend, Greymatter. She had a personal vendetta against the Rouges for humiliating and hurting her family and comrades like they were nothing but mice to slaughter. ”I wish we could fight with them right now, too. The Rouges are the damn worst...” Fright muttered before she raised a paw and flicked it at Yuri,”Hmm, I know. I wanna try! Let me tell about the Cartel!”

*:･ﾟ✦ Frightfur blinked as the Wind Haven leader listed their current stances on alliances. They were similar to the Rift’s is what she thought as she shrugged, letting Yuri speak when he’d come to a decision. And it was…default enemy. Fright wasn’t really surprised. ”Aww well…safe travels to ya then, Vasin,” the spirit smiled amusedly but she seemed sincere in her wishes. She wasn’t always an ass, after all. Besides, Wind Haven had done nothing to Colour Command or any other place she’d called home so she didn’t hold any deep grudges.

*:･ﾟ✦ ”Howdy there, Clover,” the maine coon Whitecoat called with a mouth full of candy, sharp-eyed and carefree. Frightfur looked about the Muzikant Castle courtyard and huffed, mostly thinking of the place as the area she’d given birth to her newest five babes rather than the recreational and gathering place it was known to be. ”Anyway, got a task for me?” she asked with a quirk of a blue-dyed brow.

*:･ﾟ✦ At the demotions and warnings, Fright hummed thoughtfully. She’d never had a problem with Clove and Builderbear was a real cutie. Still, she had faith they’d make a comeback at some point. At her own shoutout she scoffed but smiled because any amount of praise from Yuri was enough to lift her from her salty moody moods.

”Great job, Clover! And Lemonwater, Aile, and Judithix, too,” she called as the promotions were announced. The anti-reinstatement was not needed for her, she was already itching for a fight and to cause fun for her own amusement. It wasn’t that she liked to be cruel for no reason but she did enjoy a good bit of chaos and excitement to keep her interested in, well, living. ”Ah, got that, Yuri. Looks like we need to be meaner to our enemies and stuff, huh guys?” Fright said with a snarly smile.

*:･ﾟ✦ He’d had trouble sleeping the night before. He’d been wide awake from sundown ‘til sunrise. His eyes were heavy. His heart, heavier. He was so used to walking away. He’d walked out of his responsibilities, his confusing marriage, and any remnant of his former life now was vain to cling to him like a sickness stirring in his stomach. He told himself he needed no one. He was strongest on his own—a one-man army of bittersweet smiles and steel fists. But he knew he was wrong. No one deserved to be lonely, not even someone like Frightfur Seraphim.

The perfectly pale servaline walked out to the desert border of the Solaris Kingdom in the softest light of the dawn with a glistening candy held tightly between his teeth. The blush of embarrassment found its way to his face at having to even imagine how he was going to admit he’d shown up to a place he barely recognized because he was pathetically tired of being a loner. He breathed a dainty sigh as he twirled the candy sucker around in his mouth and a sweet smile began to form on his candy-coated lips. He’d better speak now. He didn’t want to be found first by a morning patrol—that’d just be awkward.

The serval boy shifted back and forth on his bionic forepaws. It was hard to believe the fierce battle medic, free spirit, trouble maker, rough n’ tough cowboy gangster and so on could look so nervous but here he was. Weakly shrugging and telling himself to not worry so much, the feminine serval called out in his signature trashy drawl, ”Howdy! Err, Solarians, if anyone can hear me, my name is Frightfur Seraphim. I’ve come looking for some friends…and a place to stay…maybe some food… I can stick around awhile, right?”

*:･ﾟ✦ The servaline boy had closed his eyes in a state of nearly nodding off as he found himself waiting, praying just a little, that his high-pitched voice carried across the dunes. Stumbling out of microsleep, the sound of shifting in the sand alerted him that Claes Go Deo had showed up to welcome him. At first all he noticed was that there was the pretty face of a pretty boy staring right at him. Smiling so gently that the hotheaded Seraphim couldn’t even muster up the courage to be bitter or angry at the amazed gawking directed at his replacement legs. In fact, even after the other boy spoke, all Fright did was stare and stare and stare as if he were looking at a ghost.

And then—relief. It was a feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, maybe he’d even cry. This boy, who was like him in the sense of being young and slender and daresay beautiful (albeit their species differed and the boy before him looked too skinny compared to his own pudginess produced by the consumption of a wicked amount of sweets), had spoken a music that touched his ears in the form of soft-spoken whispering. He’d no longer have to continue his journey in life completely alone—he was welcome by Solaris Kingdom should he choose to accept their comfort.

”Claes…thank you, ya have no idea what it means to hear—“ Fright had shook away his crushing emotions of relief, happiness, and shock to smile sweetly again but all too suddenly he seemed taken aback, ”Wha? You can cook? No, no, I ain’t letting ya go through all that trouble for me. We just met!” Though, he wouldn’t admit he was fascinated by this fox’s kindness and his offer was almost too charming to let go. No one had ever cooked for him before.

He opened his mouth to say more but another Solarian had appeared to join them in the morning hours. A she-wolf wearing a black eyepatch and…gold bands with gems. The thief and kleptomaniac inside him instantly wondered: was it real gold? She must be wearing a small fortune on her body! However, her small laugh and welcoming grin reminded him that he was not here to steal anything, whatsoever. Still, he couldn’t just pretend to NOT notice what she was wearing. ”Suncircle Knight? I guess I feel safe here already. Glad to meet ya, Meenah, I simply love your outfit!” the feminine felid waved a metal paw to his new, larger and fluffier comrade.

Another canine Suncircle Knight appeared. This man…he looked like he’d seen better days. Fright studied the bandages on the coyote’s legs and the missing fur with a concerned hum. ”Sir, Ryad, let’s head back to wherever y’alls base is. I wanna see it. Perhaps, you could rest when we get back? I can’t help but notice you look like you’ve gotten the worse of a fight.” the child-like serval couldn’t help the medic in him and was a little pushy in his suggestion but he found himself quickly warming up to the likes of these folk. They seemed tough in each their own ways but kind, too.

Frightfur’s lurid green eyes finally flickered back to Claes Go Deo. He’d almost forgotten about one important thing, ”Uh, Claes…about what you said before. I think I’d love to be your guest.”

[OOC: ack! apologies for the length! thanks, i love all these sweet characters already <33]

*:･ﾟ✦ Perhaps the ghost of a girl would have gone unnoticed by Frightfur on a normal day. It was true that he’d arrived tired and a little disheveled in the Solaris’s camp, but his energy had been soon revived by his own curiosity. The camp was huge and exploring the ancient buildings was a perfect way to kill time. He was completely preoccupied in exploring, that is, until he spotted the smudge of pale fur in the shadow of a nearby building. The bionic serval flickered his fierce, green eyes in the ragdoll feline’s direction and slowly dawned a smile.

The serval was panting, hot, from all his rushing around in the last few hours and the shade looked like a clever idea to hide from the heat. And he was having so much luck with making new friends that he had to try again, right now. He tried to reach out to Lampetia via a gentle telepathic call as he stepped closer, ’Are you new here? I am. I’m called Frightfur. Are ya hiding from the hot weather?’

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*:･ﾟ✦ He couldn’t understand the weight of the loss. He had always been drifting, befriending others for some time and then losing them one by one as he pushed them away or they pushed him. Family had been something he had made for himself, not something he had been born and blessed with. He’d never been in Yuri’s shoes and he never wanted to be. He understood what he could and that was enough. Yuri’s crisis was understandable. Still, it vexed the servaline boy until the fading bruise at his temple began to throb and ache and sting all over again. Yuri’s home had been his home too, after all. And they were never going home. Hell, home could not even exist.

This new world he found himself in was stranger than the last. It was intriguing to smell its new smells and see its new sights. He’d been working his ass off for days in order to keep his traveling companion and himself from kicking the bucket—collecting fresh water, food, basically everything. He was tired and scratched up from doing everything himself, not like he wanted it any other way. Frightfur Seraphim couldn’t seem make light of this tiring trek, it was more of a funeral march than an adventure, with his former boss sobbing every inch of the way like some poor, kicked puppy. It didn’t suit the butterflywinged aristocrat. Also, it was awkward.

It was about time for the butterfly bastard to wake up.

”Hey, shuddup!! I can’t think over your whinin’. And it’s not helping anybody, just so ya know…”

Maybe he shouldn’t seem so uncaring. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried yelling at him again when the last twenty tries had been fruitless. But why should he share his own feelings or expect Yuri to spill anything save tears for his? That was not the answer. He just needed Yuri to stand. To get up. To get a move on. Or else.

Or else the two of them would get nowhere and Fright knew he would struggle and break his goddamn back if he had to carry the striped tabby along. Yep, things had hit a low point, a deadlock, a standstill. The luminous green eyes of the frightful serval fell solely on Yuri flattened on his back in self-pity. He let them sit in silence for some time, then he suddenly spoke, slowly with his voice laced with a cheerful attempt to stir the other. ”Actually…ya know, I have something for you. I think now’s a better time than any to mention it?”

//haha it's okay, me neither

*:･ﾟ✦  ”Wha…what?”

Frightfur nearly jumped when he heard Yuri’s voice, not because he was chickenshit but because he had not even been expecting to get a response. He swallowed in an attempt to wet his dry throat and shove down the hilarious guilt that began to climb up his very being starting from his itty-bitty toes. Two burning eyes stared back into Yuri’s one. If his voice had sounded sugary, his face was hell. Black lips curled into a half-amused grimace, usually gentle eyes slowly transformed into slits of shady business, a metal paw rose—

whack.

He was holding back, but he managed to aim a strike to Yuri’s head with a metal forepaw. That should give him something to cry about, Fright beamed triumphantly.

”Get the hell up! I don’t wanna see no more crying and moping and feelin’ sorry for nuthin’. I can’t take it. You look like an idiot…and you’re not always an idiot,” the little serval was raving. He laughed once, twice, a third time, barely able to contain his amusement at having to order the former commander around. ”Haha..anyway. Let’s get going. I want to get out of this forest before I die of old age,” he reached this time gently with a metal paw to prod at Yuri and without a glance behind him, he started to walk ahead down the forest path.

//finger guns

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^{Why did he become a medic? What got him interested in healing anyway?} 

^{Frightfur doesn’t fit the medic stereotype. He’s loud, he’s an avid fighter, he’s vulgar and rash, and he doesn’t look as if he’s got the most gentle touch (what, with those heavy, metal paws and all). He grew to admire the art of healing from the Colouredclan/Painted Brigade medics he surrounded himself with (either from being the first to arrive in a time where emergency healing was needed and watching the medics or from the fact he was always landing himself in the hands of the doctors due to his constant fighting and injuries). He owes his interest to the medics Greymatter, Lucinda, Emptyskies, and especially to his first friends and love, Befriendingdemons/Lucien. He desired to be close to those former comrades, and to do that, he studied medicine.}

^{However, he is mostly self-taught because he was way too arrogant to ask for help in learning the different herbs and techniques that came with the art of healing. In secret, he memorized some of Befriendingdemons/Lucien’s handbooks and notes that the other had left lying around the home they used to share (as well as reading some old books Lucinda had left behind in the Colouredclan/Painted Brigade library). In short: he took it upon himself to learn the art of healing due to his admiration for his best friend and former role models. Despite all this, he never got over his fear of being operated on and is very uncomfortable to have someone else patch up his wounds, etc.}

^{Why does he hurt others? What about him makes him do evil things?}

^{Firstly, Frightfur is a certified antihero. He’s got his flaws that make him seem bad, wrong, and downright ugly, but he still has some things about him that tell others that something about him isn’t ALL wrong. He doesn’t often fully enjoy injuring or even killing other creatures (unless he’s acting in revenge). He isn’t the most ruthless of the #badguys but he enjoys the thrill that comes with danger and death.}

^{He has over his time in Agrelos and the world before it attached himself to many antigroups and evildoers and he upholds the violent traditions these organizations and people have left behind in order to ‘fit in.’ He truly harbors a wicked and twisted nature deep down in his blackened heart due to his unrelenting anger (the same anger that has kept him earthbound as a restless spirit) from suffering many tragic deaths in his former lives that he can’t seem to let go or shake off. In short: he doesn’t get pleasure from hurting others, but he does it for the thrill and in order to uphold his current and past comrades honor as followers of an antigroup way of life. Plus, part of him is just a little bad to the bone.}

^Habits

^{Frightfur has some list of habits he does for fun, when he’s nervous etc. He’s got a habit of admiring his blue, metal claws of his bionic forelegs when he’s trying really hard to look busy or he doesn’t want to be bothered when somebody else it talking to him. He also is highly curious and if he so much as sees someone who interests him, he will try to follow them everywhere (often trying to make it look like a coincidence they kept meeting) in order to get to know them better. He also has a habit of carving words and things on tree trunks when he’s bored and alone in the wilderness. Sometimes he pretends to not hear what someone has said for fun just to see if how many times they will repeat themselves.}

^{Flattery—the double-edged sword}

^{Fright sports a very cute and winsome face (aside from his mysterious green gaze and his often attempts to appear tougher than nails). He likes to use this cute charm to flatter others in order to get them to like him or to attain what he wants. However, this works both ways as Frightfur is very easily flattered into forming a liking for others and can be easily persuaded or manipulated by acts of flattery and charm. Especially weak to pretty boys.}

^{The ones you can’t lose}

^{Despite seeming aloof, selfish/greedy, or a one-man-show at surface level, when Fright forms a bond—it is lifelong. He is deadly protective of those he claims as his ‘friends’ and will happily let anyone know what happens to those who lay hands on anyone he cares about. His violent protective nature goes against his desire to ‘play it cool and rely on only on himself’ and he goes as far as even endangering himself to keep those he holds dearest safe.}

^{Superiority Complex}

^{Frightfur Seraphim too often feels like he is better than most other creatures (a fantasy that is only inflated by his status as an immortal spirit with lots of experience who has lived and died in several lifetimes). His arrogance is key to his outstanding confidence and bravery as well as a major factor in making him look like an asshole, brat, and know-it-all. He is arrogant to a fault and even believes he is invincible in battle and someone who cannot be killed. He takes losses and insults to his skills/abilities hard and is an incredibly sore loser. His superiority is oxymoronic however, because he worries that he can’t/won’t be trusted or accepted on equal standing to mortal creatures. He also can feel contrastingly and frustratingly inferior to/uncomfortable around others due to his long list of crimes, broken promises, and unholy disposition.}

^{The Matador}

^{Fright has an unhealthy enthusiasm for participating in violent, dumb, dangerous, and daring activities/challenges. This thrill stems from his tendency to not feel excited or interested in anything if pain, trouble, or extreme challenge is not present. He likes his odds if the odds are stacked against him. He truly feels pleasure at the reality of being faced with a difficult opponent or insane predicament. Somewhat a low-key masochist. More often than not, he amazingly comes out on top when staring down the impossible…or suffers the consequences.}

^{//these will be periodically added and expanded on from time to time~}

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