Posts by olympe

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]Socializing was never a thorough priority for him—it had been living up to expectations, trying to be better than them, trying to just be the best in general. And while he would very bitterly admit he wasn't the most powerful yet—he knew he had the capability. Everyone always used to murmur quietly about his strength as a bit younger Ben. Everyone would also say it was probably because he was angry, because of his father, or lack thereof. He knew his father felt guilty about not asserting the dominance of a parent figure—but he never owned up to it, and Ben never forgave him. That was that.

But either way, daddy issues or not, Ben's structure of personality didn't really fit into the socialite category. Maybe his traits were quite more stronger and dominant like an extrovert, but at heart, Ben was ultimately quiet and calm. He approached the kitten, black eyes sharp, his slightly longer black fur gleaming a moonlit gray in the reflection of the snow's pristine coloring. "My name is Ben Solo ... I don't know your name, though."

[justify]"Ben, I'd like you to mess with The Exiles. Be creative and let them know just how disgusting they are to us."

He didn't particularly hate the Exiles—he wasn't even sure if they truly disgusted him. Everyone was vile in their own way, Ben knew that—he knew that because of himself. But, when someone told him to assert dominance in a sort of way, to play with people's heads and annoy, even frustrate them? It was a motive enough. The Brotherhood was fairly new, so hey, this was a bit of a meet and greet, so to speak. Though, there would be a lack of introductions.

So, people could be vile—and how might he express that? Ben Solo had been pacing near the border, sharp black eyes narrowed carefully to the Exile's territory beside him. He then paused, halting in his tracks when an idea came up. Ah. Vile. But how ... how could he execute it with no motive? Surely the Exiles were quite devilish—what if some of them were rapists? Now, he didn't like that—he hated that. That was a reason enough, on top of the fact it was an order from Sköll. Had to do weekly to keep the group flowing!

Basically, there was vomit all across the border, right on to the Exile's land. It came from a now panting Ben Solo. His nose was running clear fluids, and he was wiping some sickness from the corners of his mouth. He felt quite drained—a few bites of yarrow really had an effect of people, yeah? Just eating a bite of the herb and suddenly he had gotten sick, and now the product of nausea was about the border in multiple spots.

It looked vile, smelled vile—perfect. Sly as he was, the melanistic serval managed to stay on his side of the territory, though—well, all except for his body fluids. The apprentice wasn't far from the crime though, stepping towards a puddle so he could restore some of the hydration he lacked while making himself vomit.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]lmao at ben bc he just vomited all over the exiles border
literally wtf am i doing

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]he just ...
he took it too far, man

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]sighs bc ben
btw there should be a ben skölo thread

GOODNIGHT TO YOU
I HOPE YOU SLEEP OF ANGELS AND BEAUTIFUL PUPPIES

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 525px][justify]yeee imma make it
ooo lost seems lit from what ive heard

[justify]His drinking had suddenly stopped as he jolted up, small beady eyes glimmering soft in a strike of bad feeling—he was suddenly afraid. But why? He knew he would be caught, he was waiting to be seen, of course! But that was when he heard Abathur, and he glanced sideways to see the brute spider. He swallowed the mouthful of water lickly, his body turning rigidly, as if the emotion manipulation was a force being put down on him.

"Beg your pardon? I was patrolling ... as you can see ... I must have eaten something terrible." Ben's words were captured in a deep, masculine voice—his tone did not crack even in the headlights of fear. The curly furred serval stared towards Privatekit, eyes still narrowed. "My name is Ben Solo—as you can see I'm patrolling on my border. Apology for the mess—but really, I must go find a medic." He spoke smoothly, slowly, like lava down the side of a black valley.

[justify]Gifts? Oh? What had they done? Oh, he remembered. The Brotherhood still were quite new, building bridges with some Clans. Ben had firsthand experience with the entire opposite, burning bridges. Ah, yes, puking across the Exiles border had been a gruesome idea, quite extreme ... but it has been an order. Sort of ... it wasn't specifically asked of him to do that, but, he had done it nonetheless, and it was too late to not be held guilty as charged.

Either way, not vomiting from Ben today, he was sick of that. The black serval approached beside Sköll, lips held in a flat frown, brooding eyes sharp and small. He should've appeared menacing, but his words seemed to pay off for the roughness. "Thank you, Setekh. I'm Ben Solo, though I don't come baring gifts, unfortunately." He stated, voice rich and deep.

[justify]His life was a rigorous cycle of training and pushing himself to his limits—and he wasn't sure that he loved it very much right now, but he did not hate it. In the midst of battle, or just flexing off power, that was when Ben felt most comfortable, claw against claw, teeth scraping teeth. It was a calming place for him to be, soothing to his reckless soul. Perhaps it was the energy of youth, too, that drove him. His intentions still held innocence, at least, that's what he liked to believe.

Ben was standing along the barren tundra, a lone tree perched next to him. No other plant stood as tall as this one for acres upon acres, but even this simple poplar reached only twice the height of his. Ben Solo was locked in a low stance, stalking in a circle around the tree. His soft stepping paused alongside a pile of small rocks and pebbles—all being sharpened thoroughly. The bark of the tree appeared scratched up and chipped, with various shards of rock at the base of it. It was clear Ben had been attempting to throw a rock into the tree for some time now, and his energy, himself, was getting tangled in frustration. He would try, once again, and miss. The rock was batted as his paws allowed it to, and the jagged object only hit the tree squarely but fell to the floor, not puncturing the surface.

This failure in particular tipped him over the edge just a far too bit. So much ... anger ... strength, being bottled up for too long. The air was held still for a moment, it felt like, as Ben jumped and snapped up at the tree, the weak sapling, bending it's branches and peeling its soft surface, scattering the rocks around him blindly. And in the fit of rage, he remained silent. Not a hiss, nor a growl, just the sound of claw against wood.

[justify]http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2290131.new#new
there it is, ben skölo thread
sorry about ben again,,, he a lil strange,, a lil angry too

[justify]ben is just ...
ben's a little messed up ok guys
he really just needs a hug or something though

[justify]yeah! ill have it done tomorrow, it's quite late rn

yeS omg that sounds perfect for him kissES U
first encounter thread?

[justify]Ben wasn't all too sure had to read himself, either, let alone others. He liked to get in people's heads, get in the very corners of strangers heads and bite and crawl his way out through their eyes. But there was this sense of calmness, a tide that would wash over him and cleanse him—make him feel guilty for the sorrows he had seen. Make him feel bad, very terrible. For what suffering he had created, for what he did to the ... the ... And then the wave of white, milky shame would dry up and he would forget, his mind only trained on the constant storm inside of himself.

But when Sköll arrived, he wasn't sure what end of extreme he was at. He didn't feel bad for what he had done, but he was not happy. "Sometimes the fruit can be poisonous." The dark, tall apprentice would draw out, voice a void of blackness, dark and empty, an unknown texture. Ben was regaining his breath, stepping down from the mauled tree. He eyed the leader, chest puffing in and out, before he circled and turned around to sit, facing the tiger. "So, did you come because you need me to something? Or does abuse against trees interest you?" Ben Solo huffed out.

[justify]"Yes." A deep, rough voice would respond almost as when Sköll had, and the tall apprentice would approach the stranger and leader, dropping a thin vole when he neared the male. Ben would pause for a moment or two, analyzing the newcomer with something of bluntness but vague intrigue. It was surprising to come across someone in the midst of a singular hunting patrol, but the Solo had done it nonetheless. They didn't appear to be a threat of any sort, so he figured they must belong to another Clan, or merely, were joining.

"Got a headache?" The slightly long haired serval would question, a paw settling on the small rodent he had killed, small, dark eyes blinking towards Direpromise. He had seen the timber wolf holding his head—and though he wasn't anymore, Ben still asked.

[justify]Today had been real eventful. Vomiting on the Exile's border and managing not to get skinned was a whole mission in itself. He deserved a real medal or something, not some pat on the back—weekly tasks were a lot tougher than they seemed to be! Some kids got throwing tea parties and the kinds like that, but the apprentice practically got a death sentence. And he liked that—he loved that! Sköll must've read through the Solo quite easily, because Ben hadn't had so much fun in a long, long time. It was fun to play coy.

But now, he felt a bit drained. Throwing up was exhausting, of course, and doing it multiple times in a short amount of time was a completely different thing. The muscular nine month old walked along the border, his lean legs seeming to wobble. He was wiping his paw across his face every so often, nose running as if he had a cold. It was because of this eventful day, Ben came across Robbie, jumping around like some wild stallion. "What are you doing? Are you lost?" Though he didn't sound too concerned, the apprentice stopped to look down at the tiger, eyes narrowed slightly in calculation, eyebrows knitting finely together.

[justify]Humor wasn't something he had really invested in—and while sarcasm seemed to flow like a river, it just didn't feel like his own words. However, when Sköll used it, his sharp, serious eyes would bounce a little in amusement, before he blinked and looked away at the tree again. He surveyed the damage now, noting how the bark broke away in certain places, and where the tree in general was just cut. It sat at an odd angle now, lopsided, but still held in by it's thin roots.

"Didn't think I appeared that way to you." Ben remarked, his words soft and empty, but his voice rough. His shoulders seemed to jump lightly, his eyes blinking from the tree, to Sköll, and then to the ground. "There are a lot of people here ... but this is still a small group ..." The apprentice would mumble then, faint, as his tail lay flat behind himself.

[justify]heloo i love sad gay dogs
i also love their brothers

cries bc ive used x10 variations of the sAME GIF OF KYLO

[justify]His lips would purse at the boy's exclamation, eyes still narrowed. The look was nothing of hostility, but rather surveillance, simply watching Robbie. It was then that he noticed the blades on him, and Ben's stance would change, then. He would stand a little straighter, and come closer to Robbie, eyes flicking up and down, scanning him once more. "You come from BoneClan ... how old are you?" Did they just allow their children to waltz around the territory, or was this kid older than he seemed?

But the melanistic serval didn't consider him a threat, certainly not with such the excitable attitude. His tight muscles in his face would slack a bit, eyebrows still pushed downwards. "Well, I'm Ben Solo." He would murmur to the child. The arrogant boy would then crane his neck to look around the space surrounding the two. He would wipe his charcoal nose again, and returned his gaze to Robbie.

[justify]Work on his social skills? Usually if someone criticized him in such a clear way, Ben would simply agree. Always improving, always motivated to better something about himself. If his defense wasn't good, he'd work on that, and if his aim was lacking, he'd fix that up too. But socializing? What made that ever so important? Perhaps it was his age ... adolescence was an odd stage, where kids were always out there, talking more than they usually did. But nothing had been normal for Ben ... everything had gotten all terrible.

"Why don't we move before it comes then? It's a risk to stay ..." Ben remarked, following the leader, eyebrows finely knitted. The territory wasn't so much of a welcoming place ... it was always so frigidly cold—too much for him. He could never figure if he preferred ice or fire. "Food can be sparse sometimes ... but either way ... we won't be here a month from now, so I doesn't matter."

[justify]ben needs to doing something extra again
i mean, he doesn't NEED to, but
ben is MORE LIKELY than NOT going to be really fucking weird