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  • SAN JUNIPERO — MEETING

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The macawnine ambled towards the call, ears perked. He had hoped there would be decent news, although he hadn't been as active as he wished to be. He took a seat, blind eye twitching on its own as he casually glanced about.
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  • CASTLE ON A HILL ♥ open

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack huffed, trudging over with sopping wet fur and wings to match. Clearly, he hadn't simply been caught in the rain, but ensnared in its aqueous trap. "It's not friendly, either. I can't fly in this downpour." The half-blind deputy sighed, stepping back to shake himself and his plumage before turning to the unfamiliar calico. He tilted his head. "Haven't seen you around before, I'm Mack."
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  • BABY, I'M THE ONE [open - spar]

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The deputy himself would watch the two clanmates face off to spar, sitting on the sidelines. Personally, he held no preference toward either femme — however, he'd wait and see before cheering anybody on. "Good luck to you both," He said to the sparring creatures, offering a wide smile. Blind eye twitching of its own accord, he'd settle himself and watch.
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  • Talent show!, Open

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Did Mack have any talents? Well, he could fly, but that was an ability, not quite a talent. Those two words had fairly different meanings, in his opinion. "I think I'll watch our talented clanmates perform," The deputy said, settling himself where the audience would likely sit. He loved shows, and this was no exception.
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  • LOT 666 THEN A CHANDELIER IN PIECES ▽ PLAYING ORGAN

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The organ had attracted Mack's attention immensly. He had been flying nearby for a while, soaking up the wind'd current with glee, as he heard the haunting melody Alastor played. Perking his lobes, he touched down near the maw of the cave, finding that several of his clanmates were already watching. Tilting his head, he quietly sat and watched the panther play, wondering how on earth he could perform on such an intricate instrument. It probably took years to perfect.
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  • Cupcakes and sugar sweets [♥] M+G & Q+A

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Alas, the mashup of a creature approached. Curved avian talons clicking across the earth, the stellar macawnine came over to spot Pixel, and he offered a smile. The deputy heard many people asking the angelic femme questions and inquiries, so it would only seem fair if he joined in, too. "Nice to meet you again, Pixel," Mack said, assuming he remembered his name. He was easy to recognizem after all. The multicolored hybrid then inquired, "What do you like most about BlizzardClan so far?"
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  • Cupcakes and sugar sweets [♥] M+G & Q+A

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    Quiet? Perhaps that was understandable. It did get quiet sometimes. He nodded softly. "Yes, it can be quiet. It's nice though — I take the time of silence to reflect upon myself."
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  • LOOKING FOR THE GOLDEN LIFE — WEEKLY TASKS [3/27 - 4/3]

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack hadn't done a task in ages. Almost literally. The macawnine approached, mainly relying on his hearing and sense of smell to make up for lack of sight in one eye. "I'll have one," He said, offering a soft smile. It'd do him good, and distract him from any depressing thoughts.
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  • how you planned your characters vs. how they turned out

    Mack hasn't changed too much from my original plan but here we goo;


    - he was supposed to be more flirtatious
    - more cocky
    - more disdainful and prissy
    - quite flamboyant (he lowkey is but not really)


    i always imagined him as a birdog though, it popped into my mind one day and he joined the clan as a happy go lucky, naive, and cheerful baby :3 he did develop into the more serious character he is now from being tortured and stuff oops, but he hasn't completely deviated from my first ideas of him tbh :0 although my characters typically end up much much different than how i plan them

  • 20 PERCENT COOLER // Paladin meeting

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack was to sit and watch. He remembered when he, himself, was a paladin. The time when Tama was still leader, as well. Swallowing back the sorrow of friends that passed, the macawnine approached and sat next to Sweet, rolling his shoulders. His blind eye spasmed slightly, a normal occurrence since the injury. He was just curious to see how this meeting went.
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  • I GET ALL DRESSED UP — ANNOUNCEMENT

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack didn't know too much about the Rift, but he knew there were some discussions that arose from the relationship of the two clans. He nodded softly, realizing it was better to have an announcement of new allies than new enemies. "Noted," He said.
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  • blizzfam portrait

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    if you can do mack his refs are in the spoiler of his tags :3
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  • calling — open, injury

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack soared theough the skies on what seemed to be a fairly typical day. His blind eye recovered well from any lingering infection, but now was left with a milky, glassy look. It disturbed him even as he glanced in the mirror, as he always used to do. Now, he was unsure what to think of it, still. He was still getting used to getting around half-blind, but so far so good.


    Flying was no longer a challenge; he could easily navigate the sky with other senses, like hearing and touch. He could hear birds singing alongside him, to which he responded with a hearty caw. He felt even the slightest changes in the intensity of the wind current, and adjusted himself accordingly. Yes, he was getting around fine.


    That is, until something got in his way.


    Mack failed to spot the precariously placed net; it was nestled between the tops of two trees, as if it was meant to trap a winged creature like him. He squawked in alarm as he rolled into the net, and tumbled alarmingly fast onto the earth. His wings were bound by the tough rope material, and as a consequence, he rolled and slammed into the ground at vey high speeds.


    His injuries were not yet known. He let out a faint gasp, smears of his blood and feathers laid out on the nasty trail he'd had from the bumpy impact.


    //basically mack got caught in a net, and his wings were bound as he slammed into the ground multiple times. he may have some bruising as well as a cracked rib or two, and he may have some hairline fractures in his wings as well.
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  • calling — open, injury

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The net was tightly wound around his body — every fiber scraped his flesh and pressed against his ribcage, making it hard to breathe. With his injuries and the shock, however, he couldn't help but breathe rapidly, his chest struggling to rise in fall in the rope's tough vice. Pixel had managed to heal the bleeding in his wings, and some of the bruises to ease the throbbing, but his ribs ached. Every breath was a sharp jab to his frame, and he couldn't speak. Instead, he managed a soft croak, finding it hard to stay calm. It was in his nature; as both a dog and a bird species, neither one took kindly to being trapped and stuck. It was instinct, hardwired into his brain, that was currently making him panic.
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  • calling — open, injury

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The macawnine wheezed painfully, but deeper, as the rope began to loosen thanks to Storm's claws. As he cut through the rough material, the splintered bone in the thinner areas if his wings were clearly shown, and did not look good. Luckily, they would heal fast as they were small bones. They were hollow as well. Still, he had internal injuries that were not seen to the naked eye, but his struggle to breathe showed red flags of something wrong. He barely moved, his breathing still rapid.
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  • calling — open, injury

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The macawnine softly wheezed. He barely registered the voices — to him they were just messed up garbles, and his eyes began to roll back into his head. He was certainly seeping into shock, and the internal bleeding didn't help.
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  • BLIND TRUST//Open, Meet and Greet

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    The macawnine approached, his half-blind gaze glancing at the male in front of him. Offering a kind smile, the deputy said, "I'm Mack, and a cool fact about me is.." He pondered a moment. "I used to draw art all the time, and had a collection of art supplies. Not sure where they are now, though." He quickly fell into silence, not wanting to elaborate that he had burned the supplies when his mind was still fucked up from a torture session from an Exiler, and his art career ended like that.
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  • lottery tickets // open

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    LIVING THE DREAM, YOURS AND MINE — mack xerxes — blizzardclan — male

    Mack frowned upon hearing the news of a kidnapping. And to brainwash an innocent person as well? Such was heinous. Quiet, he slipped in beside Sweet and watched her relative visiting with his good eye, wanting to hear out the situation that happened so unfortunately.
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