Posts by ATROXA P. G. M.

AAAAAA PLOTS GALORE
mac is abt to kick desi

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] She was pretty easy to read, wasn't she? Macarona bit down lightly on her lip and gave her head a stiff little nod. ... Alright, fuck it. She couldn't really hold this question back much longer. The spaniel shifted her gaze over to Nighttales and swallowed thickly before opening her mouth to pose a pretty controversial question.

"... I-I... Met someone in Skyclan who..." She paused to rack her brain for a name, "said he was named Frightfur..? He... He really was quite hostile t-towards me, a-and you and... someone named Derrick." The spaniel's voice was rather hushed, but serious nonetheless. "Who... is that, exactly..? H-He acted like Colouredclan w-was horrible, but... it's much more welcoming than Skyc-clan has been, as far as I'm concerned."

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rolls in
i've been so inactive with macarona cries a little
i need things to do w/ her

she's already got a girlfriend but let's go
cute ships with the awkward crybaby angel

screeeeeeee
i need to do things with macaronaaaaa

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Macarona listened to the announcements from her hiding place towards the back of the territory. She was still new and getting adjusted to this place, so most of the announced names were pretty foreign to her.

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Everyone here was relatively nice, from what she could gather. She was still anxious and wary simply because she was alone and, well, everyone was pretty intimidating. She'd not seen Rawberry for a few days, which only further worried the little spaniel. She figured she'd try to get her mind off of things by sparring off in her own room, particularly against one of the many dummies she had set up.

Believe it or not, Macarona was quite the fighter. She was quick on her feet and packed quite the punch, as demonstrated by one of the stuffed dummies being knocked clean over by one swift kick of her paw. She yelped and jumped back in surprise when the thing went toppling down to the ground with a loud clatter, but quickly regained herself by puffing her wings up and chewing at her bottom lip. She was brave!

Or, rather, she liked to think of herself as brave. Other people said she was, but she didn't entirely see how. The angel let out a soft sigh and trotted towards the fighting dummy she'd knocked over before leaning down and lightly nudging it back up into place. Of course, she made the mistake of putting a bit too much weight on her still-healing foreleg and ended up collapsing just seconds after pushing the dummy up. She really needed to be mindful of that injury, didn't she?

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] She shuffled around on the ground for a little and eventually managed to stand up, albeit shakily. She stumbled around a little bit before she hastily nodded in the direction of Eph and Midnightpaw. Her lips pulled into a nervous little smile and she offered her tail a little wag. "I-I'm fine!" Macarona insisted with a little wave of her paws. "They're... ... They're old wounds, m-my... my leg's still healing, i-is all." She explained in a light tone of voice. She limped towards the other two and paced in a tiny circle as if to prove that.

"S-Sorry for worrying you two."

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] I want to see Macarona.

Macarona heard those before she smelled everything. That smell was... welcoming. The spaniel had been mulling over the whereabouts of Rawberry for what felt like weeks, now. She wasn't even sure if she'd ever see Rawberry again and, of course, that lead to her worrying like there was no tomorrow. Where was she? Was she safe? Was she alright? Had anyone gone out of their way to hurt her? That thought made the spaniel pretty angry, actually. She knew most of Scarclan hadn't been happy with what had happened to Rawberry, and a few of them even threatened to act out against the carnivorous feline.

They hadn't even bothered to ask how Macarona felt about that. Or, rather, they wouldn't have had the chance to- she was out cold for quite some time following that attack. Now, however, she was awake and aware of what happened. Furthermore, she was aware that Rawberry- yes, Rawberry- was back. The spaniel's heart almost jumped into her throat as she came limping through the undergrowth, her eyes wide and her heart hammering in her chest. She pushed through the foliage faster and faster and eventually broke out into the clearing.

"Rawberry!"

Her eyes were already misting with tears as she drew closer to the demonic feline. Tears eventually began rolling down her cheeks when the light pink feline's figure finally came into view and without any hesitation whatsoever, Macarona attempted to fling herself into the other's side with a happy little sob and a soft whimper. "R-Rawberry... R-Rawberry!" She squeaked out, frantically attempting to press her nose deeper and deeper into the demon's shoulder. Her body was practically trembling with a mixture of excitement and she almost fell over when she tried to put some weight on her harmed foreleg.

She backed away from the other and instantly her gaze began surveying the scruffy feline. Her voice was weak and tired sounding and she looked.. hungry. Really, really hungry. Macarona let out a weak little whimper and almost instantly began to worry and fret over the other. She limped in frantic circles around the other with a weak little whine. "Wh-what happened? What happened, Rawberry? A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] The vastness of the territory in Colouredclan was really interesting. She liked the difference between everything and how colorful things was. The spaniel had been exploring this particular biome when a hulking white tiger grabbed her attention and she found herself freezing in mid-step. She stopped in her tracks and tilted her head at the white figure and tilted her head lightly to the side. He was... a Colouredclanner she'd yet to meet, no? "H-Hello..?" The skittish angel called out as she came a bit closer to the big feline.

"I-I'm not disturbing you, am I..?"

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] "J-Just out walking, is all..." The canine said with a nervous smile and a light flutter of her wings. She was awkwardly silent for a few moments before her brows furrowed and a thoughtful little hum rose in her throat. "I-I... Don't think we've met before. But, um, I'm... M-Macarona. It's.... it's lovely to meet you." She said with a nervous wag of her tail and a crooked smile. Oof, his horns were scary looking.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] A guilty smile pulled onto the spaniel's face in response to Nighttales' reprimands. "R-Right... I'll be careful." She said with a quiet little nod and a shuffle of her paws. She wasn't really sure how long it'd be before her leg fully healed. The scar at the top of it was pretty ghastly at best, especially considering the wound had been down to the bone. Part of her was worried she'd never walk again, really. Or, worse yet, she'd never be able to grapple or wrestle. It was one of her passtimes, so it'd kill her if that was the case.

"H-Huh?" The leader's comment caught her off guard. Macarona snapped her head upwards and almost instantly brought her wings forwarf to shield her face. Her timid nature really was shining through, now. "I-It's-- it's nothing special, really..! I'm... Thank you?" ... Socialization wasn't really her strong point in the slightest.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Macarona's home had a God and a Devil, and the God in question was gender ambiguous. That being said, she wasn't really concerned for this stranger's gender identity or anything, she'd roll with whatever they were cozy with. Apparently, this individual was female. The spaniel limped up onto the scene and let a nervous little smile worm onto her face as she came up beside Sidewalkpaw. "Welcome back," She said with a quiet dip of her head. "I'm, uh... I'm Macarona. It's nice to meet you."

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bc macarona has obviously been hurt enough LMAO
i don't want it to be too extreme- she had her front forelegs broken a while back and was lowkey cannibalized. if anything, psychological torture and some light physical torture would be nice!

suh-weeeeet B)
i can set up a thread notifying she's been captured if u wanna set up the torture thread? idm if it' opened or closed

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] How typical of the Exiles to capture someone who was somewhat of a cripple. Macarona had been swept up and off of her feet by an unknown attacker and dragged off without a trace, though a few white feathers were left in her wake. Whatever was happening, it was bound to be scary for the timid little dear. Very, very scary indeed.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Derrick? This was the other fellow Frightfur had brought up. ... Macarona felt her throat tighten a little as a strained whine wormed its way out. She nodded her head and let out a soft giggle at his question about nicknames. "A-A... A lot of people in Scarclan called m-me Mac, so that works fine." She mused with a little ruffle of her wings. Mac sounded a lot like snack, now that she thought of it. Was that why Rawberry referred to her as Mac so often? The spaniel shook the scary thought away and swallowed hard.

"Um... If you don't mind me asking," She began softly. "Do... You know someone b-by the name of Frightfur? He... I ran into him and he brought you up. He... didn't sound happy."

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] As if she could really stay away from Scarclan. Although the territory brought back scary, scary memories- she still missed this place. The freckle-nosed canine slowly limped towards her own home and let a quiet sigh pass her lips as she tried to calm her nerves. Deep breaths. She had to focus on her breathing and stay calm. She'd be okay... They wouldn't hurt her. She squeezed her eyes shut and let a hollow whimper rise up in the back of her throat as she pushed onwards and toward the border. Of course, once she sat down she was suddenly slapped with an onslaught of memories.

Personally, darling, I disagree.

She flinched backwards and snapped her eyes open with a small yipe as the foggy memory of Rawberry- Cranber- lunging at her filled her mind. She could still smell the blood that had been pouring from her shoulder even months after the attack had happened. Her breathing was quick and she was trembling lightly in place, her red eyes suddenly tearful as panic gripped her. Scary. This was scary. She should've gone home- stayed home. It was safe there.

It wasn't safe here.

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okay!

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Scary. Macarona was scared, but that much was obvious. The spaniel hardly had time to wake up before she noticed there was an actual fight going on in front of her. Her captor and Nighttales were locked in combat, and she instantly felt her heart crawl into her throat. The spaniel brought her wings up to her sides and a pitiful little wail managed to escape her as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Breathe. Breathe. Nighttales was here. She was okay. Breathe. That wasn't going so hot, but hey! She could dream, of course. The captive angel weakly tugged and struggled against the bindings 'round her ankles, but to no avail. Eventually, they gave way with a small clatter as Nighttales' elemental powers got to work. The child, of course, was still stuck and trembling in place as she watched the two with horrified red eyes.

Nighttales hadn't sustained any major injuries yet. That was good... but she wasn't sure how long that would last before someone else rushed in. Would they eat her? The Exiles housed a lot of cannibals, she didn't see why they wouldn't.

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hot damn
inchworm child

macarona: is taken
nighttales: nOT TODAY