Posts by olympe

[justify]The smell of the Exiles would draw nausea to the apprentice—it was his own fault for that, really. He would forever associate the scent of his own vomit with that of the Exiles, simply because having yourself throw up multiple times across the border did that to a guy. His steps forward would be hesitant, but not in a way of fright—he moved slowly to scan his eyes up and down the healing male, sharp black eyes dragging up and down the stranger.

But he did not speak, Ben Solo only approached beside Sköll. The King was so hostile—he must have a particular distaste for the group. But Ben had no quarrels with them, instead, he didn't quite care for them. The apprentice's ears would twitch, awaiting an answer. There seemed to be something of humor alight in his eyes, but it was only there for a second.

[justify]The apprentice arrived in the living room, breathing from his mouth, eyes dulled bluntly. He appeared exhausted, movements rigidly taking him to blanket curled up on the floor. He would sit down for a moment, but stand up once again. Food or something, water, he needed it in his system. Vomiting multiple times had a really gutting effect on a person. Just a few bites of yarrow and your system was wiped clean, body totally emptied out. The things he did for weekly tasks ... Nonetheless, the apprentice crouched beside a vole, gingerly biting into it.

Halfway through his meal, he could feel it coming again. The menacing boy suddenly stood up, padding towards the entrance of the cave. He made it out, one, two, five steps, and he was sick once again. The herb hadn't fully left his system, it seemed—God, he might die from this! Ben would grunt, standing on shaky legs, spitting out the bitter taste of bile from his mouth. He felt weak, but it didn't show very much—not by his expression, at least.

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Ben Solo had only been making his way through the caves when the voice of Direpromise caught his attention. The male was one of the newer members (though everyone was, really) and his voice could be singled out from everyone else's. However, when the melanistic serval discovered what exactly the other guy was saying, he ducked slightly, almost as if trying to pretend he hadn't heard him call out to play. But something stuck with him—those words Sköll had advised him—to be more social with everyone. Perhaps the arrogant tom wasn't the friendliest, and he didn't care about how nice he was, but maybe just for once.

"I guess I'm here to play." The young Solo would sigh, his sharp, black eyes training on the Leader and host of the game.

[justify]While Ben's problem wasn't his attitude (at least in his eyes) he figured he might lack a modest temper. Not that he felt very apologetic about it either—but youth was always an excuse to push until he was too old. He figured nine months was a pretty naive stage, and he went along with that—of course it was hard to believe under his tall stature and long, frowning face. He had an essence of youth within him, though, perhaps it was in his sharp black eyes.

His gaze trailed up and down Cherrypaw, sizing up the older apprentice for a moment or so, halting beside Blueberrykit. Damn, they really had quite the personality, didn't they? A tickle of humor feathered into a flat smirk, before he directed his attention on the joiner again. "I'm Ben Solo." He then tilted his chin upwards slightly. "You smell of other Clans ... do you belong to a dual membership?" The melanistic serval had considered taking one up every now and then, but he felt pretty comfortable with the Brotherhood right now.

[justify]A challenge was certainly something he was up for, it didn't take any asking at all. By the time he padded towards the battle field, his eyes were narrowed, and the adrenaline was already building. Something of a scowl was etched on to his face as he observed the ice decoys. It would take some time to knock one of those things down, but he had no patience for it. He never had any patience at all, really.

So, he went sliding after Jackson, skating hap-hazardously towards one of the dummies on the far left. He seemed to not stop when he neared the object, and instead was going to zoom past it. As Ben Solo did, he reached out to nick the ice obstacle with the force he was exerting from sliding at the speed he was. Bits of ice chipped and flew off on impact, and the tall serval was forcibly jerked sideways, circling around and back towards his obstacle.

When he neared it again from the opposite side, the young Solo leaped up, claws clinging onto the top of the ice, appearing acrobatic as he flung around the icy scene. Using his long and lean stature as an advantage, the melanistic serval would swing his rear legs, kicking ice. This time, it did not break as he wanted it to. Ben tried again, and again, growing more and more frustrated with every kick. He huffed silently, shut his eyes, and gave one last terrible swing of his legs, done in blind, red fury. The ice dummy finally broke in two, shattering when it hit the ground.

No patience, no patience.

So he immediately went to the next obstacle, whipping around and flinging himself to the slopes. Perhaps he had been too eager to do so, because when he went to go dodge around a pillar, his broad shoulders stuck out just one inch too much, and he hit the figure harshly, huffing out a cloud of cold vapor. His muscles contracted in pain, and Ben was now blindly spinning down the slide, coming closer and closer to another pillar. But before he could be nicked in the side again by it, he stuck both paws out, claws digging into the pillar to stop him from colliding with it. His shoulder blossomed with heat and ache, and the apprentice shut his eyes, pausing for a moment to clear himself. He held himself against the ice pillar with his good shoulder, breathing heavily out of open lips. He didn't appear too injured, and it was clear he wasn't about to back out of this obstacle course.

[justify]"I will keep an eye on him, need-be."

Like he thought before, he didn't his particular bias towards either group. Yes, the Brotherhood was his home now, but he'd only been a part of the team for a few days. He still needed a while before he could definitely consider this a permanent home. And the Exiles, well, they had never particularly bothered him—though Ben knew he had annoyed a few of their members. "But for now, enjoy your stay, as much as a prisoner can, at least ..." The black serval scoffed, a tad bit humored with the entire scene. So much hostility. "I'm Ben Solo." He murmured to Cavalrychoirs.

[justify]brokeson sounds so gangster
ayE WELCOME TO THE BRO HOOD IM BROKESON

benjack sono
benson

[justify]bumps ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[justify]"You're not gonna rob me, right?"

His voice had no sense of tackiness, no stick—the only adhesion to his tone was a fine, deep texture, a dark voice. Robbie's age had no effect on him—children could use the excuse of innocence as much as nine month old Ben could—but he knew that what he did really wasn't because of his naivety, or his age at all for the matter—at least, that's what he thought. But what the truth was that being so young and power made his mind so susceptible to other's influences—he was lost in someone else's desires.

"They just gave you the title Bandit for the fun of it? Or does it mean something?" The melanistic serval pressed on, blinking down at him. Robespierre. That was an interesting name. Ben was the name of his dad's old friend, and Solo just happened to be the surname of his family.

[justify]oooo okay so ben can be a bad influence
he's pretty intense and impatient sooo
they could have a thread !!

[justify]bump
making the thread right now, btw!

[justify]He needed a break from the cold—the Artic weather was proving to be too much for the apprentice. Even with his relatively thick coat, the melanistic serval felt drained in the cold weather. The Brotherhood didn't stay in one territory for very long, though, and the boy felt like scouting out a nicer place to live. Of course, this task led him to LithiumClan's borders. The scent markers had gone pretty stale in this back corner of the territory, so the tall dark figure sauntered in. He appeared deep in thought, eyebrows finely knitted, sharp black eyes narrowed.

He limped slightly as he went, his front leg having some resistance to movement. Ben's shoulder had collided with a block of ice during training yesterday, and the minor injury was making sure it was not forgotten.

[justify]ooo cav and ben?

[justify]http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2290503.new#new
here u go, amaya !

[justify]His eyes would show something of wicked amusement to the younger male, but the apprentice would still be frowning, his eyes concentrated in a narrowed position. Despite his exhaustion, he didn't necessarily feel the need to say goodbye to the child and go home. The BoneClanner was interesting to him, believe it or not. Robbie must have been a prodigy of sorts to be promoted at such a young age, yes? No one had ever recognized Ben's efforts, way before he joined the Brotherhood. The group made him feel a bit more acknowledged though.

"Why did they even promote you? Did you do anything special?" Ben Solo roughly questioned.

[justify]yes
fuck yes
i can make it woooo !!!

[justify]He was trying to figure out what he had lost. What had it been that had been stripped of him during childhood? What influenced him to these actions ... who had given him this power. His father, his mother, they had been quite remarkable on their own. And when the joined, hand in hand, came something with greater potential. And while his mother had come from a place of great light, there was darkness in her roots, and it had crept up along him and wrapped him in thick vines, immobilizing him—there was no hiding the history of his heritage.

So had that been it? The stories of the terrible and evil that had come from the same ancestor as his? It was enough to shape and influence the muscles in his brain.

The lean black serval crept through the depths of the caves, the walls of ice exerting the slightest of cold blue light to allow vision were a sharp contrast to his negative form, broad shoulders easing along to the prison chambers. To his knowledge, there should only be one other down with him—an Exiler. The fact enough was intriguing to the young apprentice, and so he ambled along the glossy floor, nuck craning left and right to find any sign of Cavalrychoirs. Unless he had left and escaped, already.

[justify]http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2290538.new#new
there u go musey !!

i want to get ben some sort of dark mentor
like a dad but evil bad dad

[justify]Seemed he had picked the wrong bone with the boy. The nine month old would only watch Robbie struggle, blinking with thoughtful, menacing eyes. Kill an ally ... was that the sort of thing that BoneClan did? No ... hadn't they been taken over before? Ah, so they was most likely the reason. "No, I suppose we don't have to talk about this." Ben Solo would reply solemnly, long face lowering as he swallowed thickly. It took some digging through a conversation to get to a sensitive topic, but it seemed the Solo had struck gold quite quickly.

"What kind of people did you expect to live in the Brotherhood, then?" The black serval questioned in regard to the six month olds original statement.

[justify]i mean
some could say ben is an evil bad dad already
as in he's my dad