Posts by ATROXA P. G. M.

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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] Questions, unfamiliar faces, more questions- scary. Scary. The canine's breath got caught in her throat as she glanced up at Kurloz and tried to find the words to tell him why she was here, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Why had she come back here when it scared her so bad? What pushed her to do this, it was beyond her. She knew Rawberry was safe in Colouredclan, why the hell had she brought herself here?! The little angel tried breathing a little more and her eyes eventually flitted over to Jemma.

Cauterize. Burning the wound shut. No, no she didn't like that. The canine shook her head a little and drew in a shallow breath to try and relax- Jemma was worried. Worried, not angry.

"I'm... I'm... I'm just here to v-visit." She breathed out in response to the copious amount of questions being flung her way. Why she came to visit a place that had steadily began to frighten her, she didn't know. Red was another familiar face, but Kineticpup was not. She found herself flinching a little and questioning whether or not she could trust the child- why? She didn't know why. She shook those paranoid thoughts away and let out a breathy exhale. "Visiting. I-I'm... Okay. I'm okay. I-I just- wanted to know how ev-everyone was... was doing." She forced out.

"Hhh... I heard about B-Breakdance." The spaniel eventually added, "I-I... I'm so sorry that happened."

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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] Everything was happening too fast for the canine to handle. More and more Colouredclanners came pouring in, which was a relief, but it wasn't long before she felt something sharp being pressed to her throat. The spaniel drew in a sharp breath and dug her nails lightly into the earth as tears steadily began welling up in her eyes. No, no, no she didn't want to die- but she also didn't want anyone to get hurt. A little sob managed to pass her lips as she tried to inch away from the deadly blade, half expecting it to cut her head clean off.

Wide, terrified red eyes flitted over to her clanmates in the form of a silent cry for help. She felt... pretty useless right now, but that was bound to change soon. Very, very soon indeed.

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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] Weirdly enough, Macarona was rooted in place. Yes, rooted in place, but not out of fear. Her tail lightly twitched as she stared Morbid down from afar. Her once-bright red eyes slowly began to darken as time ticked by, and she actually pushed herself up to a stand. She unfurled her wings and emitted a soft little growl as she turned toward her captor and took a small step forward. She appeared... angry. Really, really angry.

She didn't like that accusation. "They... care about me." She rasped out softly, steadily approaching the Exiler. She flared her wings out a little more and a savage snarl actually rolled out of the back of her throat. "How dare you accuse them... of not caring." Her voice dropped to a raspy and angry hum. It wasn't long before the dog suddenly teleported away from the place she was once in, and she appeared behind Morbidrealities in a flash. The teleportation was quick and even surprising, especially when coming from a timid angel like her.

"How DARE YOU." She snarled, before teleporting again and this time attempting to swing her paw down toward the feline's muzzle, trying to harshly punch them in the nose. She'd quickly lunge forward with her superspeed a few moments later, trying to tackle the feline to the ground and sink her teeth into their shoulder. She wanted to hold Morbi down to the ground and growl a little louder, her hackles rising.

She looked livid. Really, really livid.

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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] He seemed kind of anxious, now, and Macarona felt pretty bad. She let out an anxious little whine and frowned a little and shrugged her shoulders a wee bit. "H-He just... sounded mad in general. M-more angry with Nighttales, a-and I don't know why." She said quietly. She lifted her paws up and lightly waved them to try and calm the hulking tiger down. "E-Everything's okay! I mean, I don't think any less of you!"

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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] "Um-" She flinched back from the unfamiliar kitten and bit down on her lip. Was he safe? He was safe. Bruce, though she wasn't the fondest of the panther, seemed to confirm that. The already anxious spaniel drew in a few more breaths before calming down. Why did she leave? She wasn't sure. She racked her brain for an answer and eventually just blurted out a simple "Bad memories."

It wasn't a lie. Even though she loved and trusted Rawberry, this territory in general still haunted her. She could hear her own wails and screams echoing through the camp and in her head on an unending loop- it drove her damn mad. She shook her head clear of any other thoughts and cast Eliot a wary smile in greeting. "H-Hi, yeah. Hello." She then sighed again as the thought of Breakdance fell over her once more.

"... I-It really is a shame. She... she was like a hero t'me."

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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] She liked Colouredclan and Skyclan, but it... they didn't click for her. Perhaps she'd grown a little too used to Scarclan's barbaric nature that calmer clans struck her as odd or surprising, or something. Regardless, the little spaniel had convinced herself and her girl- pardon, her best friend to move on to some place quieter. The entire trip there consisted largely of the little spaniel weakly whimpering about how scary the territory was, and her warning her demonic companion to stop throwing bugs at her.

It was odd that the two got along so well, really. Despite being mauled half to death by Rawberry's own teeth, Macarona still stood firmly by her side. Perhaps it was because the angel had a strange amount of stubbornness that she held despite her looking so wishy-woshy and paranoid all of the time. She always found comfort in the gluttonous female despite the attack, and from what she knew Rawberry genuinely felt... bad for what she'd done. It wouldn't happen again, the angel was sure of it.

Or, well. As sure as she could be.

The cinnamon colored canine came to an abrupt halt near the border of the Garden, and felt her breath get caught in her throat. She swallowed thickly and rolled her shoulders back in an attempt to look sort of relaxed or something, but that... quickly failed. The atmosphere of this place made her all antsy. With a nervous little whine, the angel eventually elected to duck behind her demonic companion and let her take the reigns on introductions and whatnot.

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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] 'This is a bad idea.'

The nightmares had gotten ferocious and extremely vivid- almost to the point the young spaniel couldn't handle sleeping anymore. Rawberry had been missing, and she was left alone. All alone. The canine didn't like being alone in a strange place, so she elected to return some place familiar. Some place she'd called home months back.

The little angel looked positively exhausted, not that that was surprising. Just being around this place sort of made her question whether or not it was a good idea. All she could think about was that... incident. It scared her, which made a good amount of sense. The closer and closer Macarona came towards Scarclan's border, the more and more the old wound on her shoulder began burning. She grit her teeth and slowly sat down, her wings lightly quivering with the rest of her body.

"M-Macarona... I'm..." She paused to draw in a small breath. "I'm... H-home." And alone. And scared. And exhausted. And not looking so hot. But, whatever! She was here and that was what mattered, right?

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the child is back

& yeahhh i get that
do whatever you think you'll have more muse for!

[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] No. No, she knew the territory far too well. She recognized certain parts of it that she wished she could just shove away and forget about, but hey. That was impossible. The spaniel looked over the two unfamiliar faces and clenched her jaw a little, feeling her anxiety swell and her paranoia start chipping away at her head. She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head to clear those thoughts.

"N-N- No. No, Thank you." The spaniel sputtered out. She let a wary and nervous smile make its way onto her face a few seconds later, though.

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subaccount aesthetics are important pls
gotta make it pretty af

and ooo
snas has a system

[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] Macarona trailed after Bruce and fearfully stared over at this unfamiliar Phantomclanner, her jaw clenched and her legs lightly shaking. "... Gifts, I think. Unless they... tr-tried to throw a surprise party and it fell flat." The canine remarked quietly. She lightly tucked her wings beside her body and let a soft exhale escape 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] The spaniel smiled weakly at Bruce. A familiar face, finally. Even though they'd met and it was rocky at first, she was relieved to know someone she recognized was still around. The spaniel trotted forward a few paces and cast the panther a weak smile. "N-Nice to see you, Bruce." She said lightly. Then, of course, he asked her if she was alright. Her smile faltered and her eyes were instantly casted downwards and towards her paws.

"... Not really." She answered honestly. "I've been having trouble sleeping... N-Not even my plushies are helping." The cinnamon-brown canine said with a quiet sigh. She jumped and turned to Ren next, who seemed to be squinting at her. It was true that one thing in particular here scared her, but that thing was also her girlfriend. Boy, she was suffering. "It's nice to meet you, Ren."

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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] Meanwhile, Macarona felt like she was looking into a mirror. Normally, she was the one sobbing and being all mopey and alone. She kind of had a knack for that, and had come to... dislike it. The skittish little angel approached soon after Twistedhalo and glanced down at the sniffling and sobbing Littlepup. The spaniel hadn't experienced loss to that degree- not yet, at least. She was sort of in a state of denial. She was always insisting that Rawberry was okay and Rawberry was still around, but she'd been running low on hope. The two had reunited, but the demon disappeared just as quickly as she showed up.

The angel limped forward and brought one of her wings up and above Littlepup to further block the rain from the child. She... wasn't sure what to say that hadn't already been said, so she elected to keep her mouth shut and merely serve as a source of comfort.

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mac's is pretty messy atm
same with my main account
fir shame

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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] See, Macarona was scared of ghosts so the news that Breakdance was back scared the hell out of her at first. The fumbling little angel came sauntering over and blinked long and hard at the old leader, her brows arched upward and her jaw dropped slightly open. "Wh-when did you..." The question died on her tongue. She shook her head furiously from side to side and lightly ruffled her wings. "If... You need me to do anything, just say the word..!"

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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 could relate. She'd gone from Scarclan, to Skyclan, to Colouredclan, to The Garden, and back to Scarclan again. The meek little canine wasn't sure where she was right to stay anymore- Rawberry had gone missing, and thus she'd been left to wallow in her own unending anxiety and paranoia. The ex-tribune sauntered up to the border of Scarclan and offered this abrupt and kind of grumpy kitsune a nervous smile. They reminded her very vaguely of Finnishwars, if only because of how grouchy they seemed.

"I-I... I see." The timid angel mumbled, "Welcome to Scarclan, then. ... I'm Macarona." She greeted with a dip of her head and a little ruffle of her feathers.

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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 spaniel was familiar with happy-go-lucky murderers. Far too familiar. This newcomer reminded her very vaguely of Rawberry, who came off as kind of distant and delusional but was brutal as all hell. The canine briefly glanced at the gaping scar on her shoulder and the wounds that littered her forelegs and stomach, and she shivered. She'd never, ever be able to shake the image of Rawberry's bloody maw coming down and trying to rip her open and eat her.

She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she actually began to quake in place a little bit as she neared the source of this Rawberry-esque voice. Her nervous gaze eventually fell upon Bluebloodedroyalty. "I'm, uh... sure he's very proud." The angel remarked with an awkward half-smile. "Uh... What's your business with Scarclan?"

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there he is
the myth
the legend
baby gangsta

ngl i wanna bring freckles back

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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] It was surreal to see someone other than Breakdance host a meeting, but the nervous little spaniel approached the group and sat down towards the sidelines regardless.

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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] You're really that scared, aren't you?

She didn't like that whoever was... in her dreams kept bouncing around in her head. Mocking her. Poking fun at her. It wasn't a comfortable feeling- it left the poor spaniel feeling tired and jittery. It didn't help that the dreams were at large random bursts of vivid memories, generally revolving around emotions and violence. The emotions were never really good, either. It was usually some faux-happiness masking over layers upon layers of crippling fear and distrust to the point it almost suffocated the timid little thing.

There was one particular bit that stuck out like a sore thumb- a constant phrase uttered time and time again by whomever she was stuck in the mind of.

'Never forgive. Never, NEVER forgive.'

Never forgive what? What had they done? Why did it matter to Macarona? The canine was all about forgiveness, really. She was a pushover and easily swayed in one or two directions by the slightest breeze of the wind. She had sense to her, though, and would put her foot down if she saw it as necessary. She'd done that more than a few times- particularly when Rawberry tried to persuade her into giving into a few 'nibbles' from her carnivorous friend. They were shot down with ease.

The trembling angel shook some foul thoughts from her head as she neared Blizzardclan's border and plopped herself down to a wary sitting position. "I-I'm... Joining with a dual-membership." She explained quietly, "My name's Macarona... I'm also a m-member of Scarclan."

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