Posts by Brokenpath

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]Cheers to that one.

Can't wait for this to develop out more. This would be a great character development for Cal along with a nice plot he'd fit into.

Anyways. I think i might work on homework since sleep is inevitable. Boo.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]He had been told to go here, while on any other occasion he would've gone home. But instead, the serval stuck it out and went towards the table, taking his seat and wondering if anyone else were going to show.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]woah i missed a lot

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]The alabaster wolf was walking through the village of his own home, at night The Vocatus was quiet. Very quiet, it served to his needs as he wanted to simply be alone to explore this new body of his and to be able to think. Slowly, each day the soul he shared with the demigod Gilgamesh seemed to be merging to create one person, every day he felt as if he were someone else. Feeling the power course through him that was only accessible to the demigod, he was still unable to use them. But he was gaining all the knowledge that he had, had when he was king of kings, his swordsman ship was improving ten fold without him even noticing at times. The screech of a bird alerted him and he drew his own blade from the leather sheath that was strapped to his narrow hips, muscles bunched in preparation for a fight. But he relaxed and placed his sword back slowly, watching with curiosity as it neared him.

The message had alerted him of a location he must go to, it would be his first meeting with all of the current First Order members. He knew where Stellarclan was, and knew that the journey there would take a bit. But he was up for leaving and returning later, his own mother was general of this clan. She would know he'd be back, he never left forever.

It was quick, the demigod killed the bird with his bare paws, using his own amount of strength to capture it and then smashed its head to the hard dirt ground that were The Vocatus roads. Moving forward, he stepped over the limp body and made his way in the direction of Stellarclan.

The journey was strange, but he was a wolf of many talents, his fur was thick and tough against such dry cold air. And to protect his mouth, he had pulled the red handkerchief up from it's resting position on his neck. Padding through the tough terrain, he found it fairly easy for the body he was in. His golden gaze spotted the rock formation and knew he had made it. At first glance, he recognized Lord Vader and padded forward. Mouth still covered as he dipped his head, a hard look in his gaze as he addressed the leader of the First Order. "Callixtus Harbringer, Captain." His voice was sturdy, dry, but neutral. "Lord Vader." He would add at the end, both stating his own name and status in the Order along with acknowledging his leader. Showing that he knew his place as he sat back on his own haunches, ignoring the piercing cold that stabbed at his bright pelt.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]The wolf almost blended with his surroundings, it was something he had noticed, at first, he had just stayed silent, eyes trained on their leader. He'd always be loyal to his mother, but The First Order was something entirely different. She'd probably disown him after this, but she'd forgive him in the next life, she always will and always would. He was growing up, she could no longer be the weakness he allowed her to be.

The ageless being sat still, he was above such bickering, and it showed in the way the captain held himself. He was regal like in movement, body seeming to be carved out of stone as he watched and listened, ears perked up to capture everyone word their Lord had said. And when he had mentioned three ways to prove themselves, a small smile lit of his almost emotionless maw. Although the look in his eyes reflected everything but that smile, it almost seemed crazed, but in a tamed way. Inside, he was king of kings, a demigod among humans, that was who he was after all. Grandson of the War Goddess Bellona, son of her precious daughter Reyna, reincarnation of Gilgamesh from Babylonian times. He was a sword master, his own proud blade hung from his narrow hips, shined to perfection.

His gaze cut to the insubordinate members, and he was actually disgusted with the way that his fellow captian could lower herself to such standards. But it also infuriated him when the others had talked back, do they not know their place yet? Oh well, they would. For as he was regal in appearance, he was feral in battle. Actually craving the taste of blood, but not flesh, never mistake him for a flesh-eating mongrel.

Then just as quickly, his attention remained on his leader for the rest of the time.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]/since it's one am, might as well ask a general question and head to bed to prepare for Monday's cruel grasp. If they already have a thread where they've killed a member in the past. Could they use that? Or would you like a new one? Could it be an NPC? Sorry. Just gotta asks these just in case. Calix has already killed a clanmate in a thread. But he could do another thread like such for an NPC or someone.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]"Yes Lord Vader." He had said, coming in after everyone else had. He lingered back early to see how the situation with the insubordinate feline went, but seeing as it was handled well by his fellow Captain. He turned with a stoic expression and brought himself inside, it was interesting, he would have to kill a clanmate. That was nothing new, he had done so before and would do so again if requested. The only one he would never lay a paw on was his mother, unless it was demanded from him, but other than that, he'd feel comfortable with killing anyone of those useless members. They were nothing but a waste to him, although both groups he was apart of were small, he didn't want to ruin their chances of activity.

But who knows, maybe he'd help it instead. Seating himself, becoming secluded as always, he watched with unyielding eyes as his lord spoke. Already he agreed with more than have of what he was saying, all of actually, and as his tones of voice changed, he could tell what he was most serious and passionate about. He would not betray their order, not at any cost.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]He nodded in, "Thank you Juno." Finally, he had earned his place back in the clan. He turned his attention to Ianthe and smiled, "Congrats lil sis." As far as he was concerned, she was more like a sister than anything else. Even if she did get on his nerves with her stupid questions and curious personality.

His chest swelled with pride at the promotion.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]"Sounds fun." He'd comment, coming up beside Ianthe as he observed the Darkclan leader. Interested in the game night that she had mentioned, of course he would make an appearance.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]/Could do a follow up with one of them if anyone wants me to?

"I'll go to Arcadianclan." He had already visited The Skulls with his gifts and trades last week, which had actually resulted in a few rare herbs they didn't have in their own territory along with a few pieces of prey. It had been a good day that day, and he referred them all to Burningcities for his beautiful art with forging weapons.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]It was the sound of a cranium hitting rock that grabbed his attention, each day he was morphing into a whole other person, becoming one with the other being who shared his soul. Glancing from his clanmates paws to the rock, he spoke with a steady voice, calm, he knew what to do. "We need to get rid of the body." He turned a sharp golden gaze onto Wilson, "Then we will discuss why this had happened." Of course Wilson had been provoked, he wouldn't have killed without a good reason. "Whatever punishment comes will remain up to your mother of course. But first off, we must clean this up." It wouldn't stink for at least a day or so, but, they couldn't let it stay there. As for the bits and pieces splayed along the ground, well the crows would carry that off.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]"Be careful." He would say, voice neutral but eyes showing amusement as they had fun. He would not join in, instead he would sit outside and watch, he would have loved to go inside. But he thought of himself to be to old for such playful things.

But as he watched Ianthe jump inside and hope around, he'd find himself shifting from side to side before running forward and leaping inside. Not expecting for his body to easily bounce up and down, but found the momentum to be fun.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]He'd pad over, at first noticing his mother before noticing the penny. His blade clang soundlessly against his thight as he walked, he was use to the weight and feeling, it was natural by now. Peering at his mother, he would give a soft smile first, "Hello Mom." Then his eyes would go down towards the coin, never had seen one before, "What's that?" He hadn't really noticed that her thoughts were elsewhere, but he still asked.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]The Vocatus Captain badge on here and my main please? (:

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]Gonna see if anyone has any old members in Vocatus or Arcane that wants em killed off.

But.

Calli got promoted.
So wipee.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]/I could make a pit stop at Sunclan and remind them? Or would you like him to maybe go over to Shadowclan instead?

He nodded, leaving to go put together the basket for Arcadianclan.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]"Callixtus Harbringer." He would say, the white wolf holding his head high and body stiff as he eyed the golden peacock. The Sumerian god who he'd share a soul with was thrilled at the coloration of the other's feathers, claiming that, in the past, this would've been a prized creature to worship.

But of course, Calix and the king with whom he was reincarnated from cared not for worshipping anyone but themselves. He eyed the bird curiously, golden eyes sharp and intense as he took in the characteristics and features.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]BOOM

Feb bby is getting better.

Mhm. Yas.

Are we doing anything between Burningcities and Calli anymore lovah?

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
AND FINALLY YOU'VE LET ME GO.[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]He would pad over, accompanying his mother as she took the feathers quite graciously from the large bird. Curiously, he inspected them with a few glance overs, there seemed to be nothing wrong with them. Inside, the being he spoke to him at times requested that he take one and keep it in a treasure vault.

He supposed anything golden would grab the king's attention. Sighing, he gripped one lightly with his large teeth, grabbing the one he thought was most befitting for his size. Mumbling around it, he nodded at Ra in appreciation. "Thank you." The kind word felt like poison on his tongue.

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[size=7pt]I WAS A KING UNDER YOUR CONTROL
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=times new roman]OHH Me likey sin litter.
hehe.

babies. yep.

What kind though... Ooooo.

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