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  • testing


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  • slave unto the night : open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Too young, almost too young, to be all this serious. He wished things didn't plague him to be so ... but he was trying to unwind himself, careful to make sure he didn't lose his grip on himself a fly wild. He couldn't let himself go any longer—wasn't that why he was here, after all. Yes! To find some clarity, guidance perhaps. If he placed himself in a place of some reformity, couldn't he do that to himself as well. Cause, and effect.


    His long face lifted, to stare at the King, and then to look away, almost, but then to jump back again at the leader. "Name and business ... this must be the Brotherhood, then." The pitch serval would murmur. "I am Ben Solo, and I want to join." The only apprentice aged boy would then stand, small eyes wandering about Sköll. It was a moment of calculation, where the two seemed to try and read each other—perhaps there was a sense of stiffness to it, but Ben remained relaxed, calm.

  • TB OFFICIAL CHAT/PLOT THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]heLLO
    yeah i was like
    hm
    i could do no kylo
    ooooorr
    i could do yes kylo
    obviously the answer is always to do kylo


    the hyPE IS TOoOo muCH
    little seven year old me is probably crying

  • slave unto the night : open, joining

    [justify]Ben liked to believe there wasn't much density to him, that was on the surface was the full weight of himself. But he knew that what he appeared as—dark, curly fur, muscular build, an empty face, piercing eyes, a brooding expression—was not all there was. There was layers and layers, pushing away and towards each other, crushing and crumbling against each other like plates, the tectonics of muscle and emotion and ache, power, power, above all. But it was all so easily manipulated, bending and easing to whichever form desired, influenced.


    His beady, round eyes circled on Angela briefly, ticking back to Sköll ever so slightly, before training back on to the female. "Thank you." The young apprentice would then say, to both of them, shutting his eyes before raising his chin slightly and opening his eyes once again. Repetitive, repetitive, just keep locking in movements, be idle, stay low—all to control himself.


    His stagnant demeanor seemed to nearly snap when Tetsujin arrived, hard eyes loosening when he began to speak. "Pleasure to meet ... you ...?" Ben's words strayed off as the other male gathered closer to him, hesitance exerting off of the serval. And Jinny place his hand's on the melanistic wildcat's cheeks, right where they met his lips, his body seemed to fidget. But not pull away, he stayed where he was. "Okay ..." The eight month of mumbled, realizing that the almost stranger had put a faux smile on his face. Good god.


    screams aw heck yea they should !!

  • PRIDE AND BLOODLUST / WEEKLY TASKS 1/17-23

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Get to work, get to work. It was the thing that he felt he was truly born for—to get dirty, to do a job most people wouldn't care for—or perhaps do hard work that no one else could do. To make things go around. If no one wanted to do the rough things, what was the point of having easy things? There had to be a balance in the two, he knew that.


    Ben approached, long face tilted upwards towards Sköll. He didn't appear too serious, nor too relaxed. Calm, solemn. "I will take a task." The black serval stated. His voice was rich, deep, masculine, despite his still growing age.

  • TB OFFICIAL CHAT/PLOT THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]forget ur crush
    fall in love with kylo ren
    he doesn't like anybody at all


    heLLO HOW ARE YOU I AM DOIN 100/100


    i will certainly participate in that hell yeah

  • TB OFFICIAL CHAT/PLOT THREAD

    saki-chan wrote:


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 90%;][justify]petition for eskie to stop changing avatars every five minutes

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]why do i relate to this so much
    like what the fuck i can't even post if my profile doesn't look right

  • TB SHIPPING THREAD - because we need one

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]just letting everyone know
    this is the highest point for me
    life achievement(s): ben skölo


    also
    bone solo
    (brokenbones/ben obv)


    im naming these ships as if ben is even remotely romantic
    he'd probably explode if someone kissed him

  • oh quiet down, ive had enough : plot with ben, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Ben Solo | The very arrogant, very impatient, and very troubled apprentice of the Brotherhood. He's nine months at this point (which is a subject to change) and is quite irregular. When he was born, he was believed to become with power and justice—though he struggled to live up to these expectations quite quickly. He had the power, the moxie—but his head wasn't in the right place, and it's led him down a darker path. In this road of his life, he's picky, quiet, but not docile in most ways. He harnesses a lot of strength and when he doesn't now where to put all of it, he becomes frustrated and lashes out blindly in red rage. He has a bit of attitude at times, and can be threatening need-be.


    Ben is currently open for companions, acquaintances, enemies, the whole nine yards. While he won't admit verbally or even through thought to have someone as a friend, he won't be flat out rude to everyone he meets. So, things such as one-sided crushes are welcomed too. If you'd like to have Ben get into a skirmish with your character, that's a-okay too! In terms of romance, Ben is pretty much all over the place—and by that I mean he has no clue at all. He's never been with anyone, though I think he will be very particular about his significant other when the time comes, just not now.


    But, he won't be open for capture or death, nor love or litters at this very point. This subject may be to change, though!

  • BID MY LIFE ON YOU (snowball fight)

    [justify]This ... this was a grave mistake. It was something he could never turn back from. And so he was there, plunging forward into the war zone. His sleek black body seemed to ripple a subtle icy blue tint from the snow surrounding him, sharp black eyes narrowed—he was smirking though. If you looked carefully, ever so slightly on his long face, his muscles were relaxed into a smile. He had a snowball equipped with him—and though it wasn't made to perfection, it was ready to aim and fire. His eyes caught sight of Blueberrykit when the yelled out, but he quickly turned away when he caught sight of Sköll.


    The King was pretty much what you would expect of a Head Honcho—muscular, heavily scarred. But Ben didn't find him so intimidating, at least not enough to attempt to chuck his snowball at the co-leader. The wild furred melanistic serval was ducking in a small trench like hole in the ground, staring around attentively.