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  • sweet about me, nothin' sweet about me, yeah > private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]imperialpaw's mind worked easily. if one got lost in the great tower, just head down until ground floor was reached. if one could not go down, ask for help, or something. jump out of a window and hope flight was achieved before the inevitable plummet. he luckily had a new body that worked to allow him to fly, so he had no trouble smashing through walls and windows and leaping into the sky, the gryphon form he used currently possessing impressive instincts that enabled him to simply fly without his own personal knowledge. besides, he'd lived here for as long as he could remember; he knew his way around.


    the gryphon landed on the roof of a smaller, one-storey building just outside the tower, and to the left of amanda. gripped tightly in one taloned forefoot was a young deer, which he had been planning on depositing with the rest of the prey, as he was honestly and surprisingly not hungry after a strenuous flight and hunt. though, he was stopped, for some reason, by the sight of the female exiting the tower. she seemed happy, elated to the point of constant grinning. rabdael wondered why ... after all, he was never that happy.


    " hey. " he greeted, voice short as usual.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • Colouredclan Chat and Plot Thread! (nEEERDS)

    ADY! wrote:


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;][sup]who wants threads with perma?
    whom is probably grumpily drinking somewhere
    yep

    RidingCrop BROKENFINGERS wrote:


    I can if you like.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]er imperial and perma if i can be bothered to write omg ??


    and tysm !
    [color=transparent] #gabeimperialmind
    #rabimperialmind

  • it's gonna go down in flames - open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" depends on who you're asking. i'd lean towards the former; i know most others would say i'm simply moody. " so much so he'd earned the title ' king of the asswipes ' -- thank you, chelsea. the gryphon did not return the ' nice to meet you ', either, holding his tongue in that respect. " both, then. enjoy your time here. " ah, look at that. something to redeem himself. with that, rabdael was off, pivoting to pad away.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • the older getting older :: private, imperialpaw

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" ... there'll be a pile of already-hunted meat somewhere, and if you don't want that, i can always ... force a vending machine to work. " oh, look at that, donating his newfound shapeshifting abilities to the cause. he could've simply smashed it with an elemental rock, but he'd much rather just split a vending machine open with raw gryphon power. the tiger shifted back and forth, looking to zipporah. [b]" no peasants? ... alright. you look vile, anyway. "
    [color=transparent] #gabeimperialmind
    #rabimperialmind

  • these human aus are getting out of hand : supernatural au

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]being an angel had its ... assets and liabilities, admittedly. for the most part, seeing as he could hide his wings at will, he looked almost -- almost ordinary. of course, his eyes did lack irises and pupils, but that was nothing contacts couldn't fix, and of course, there was the halo, but he could dim it if he wanted, to the point where it was more or less invisible. he had sharp fangs, as well, though again, if he kept his mouth shut ( easy enough on most days ), he could cover those.


    what were harder to hide were the glyphs. sigils, tattoos, marks. burned into the back and the palm of his right hand, and the back of his left hand, they snaked up his right arm and wrist, burning into his chest, his stomach in some places, his back. his throat also possessed interesting marks, though he supposed he was lucky. the big man in the sky hadn't stuck one smack dab on his face -- ha, poor sabriel. he also suffered from ' black claw syndrome '; his nails were black talons, curved and hooked, though not overly long. gloves or long sleeves could hide them, maybe.


    there was also the knife, but he hid that in his right boot.


    despite all that, though, because he was an angel ( and an archangel at that! ), rabdael was handsome. he had been gifted with a flawless, aesthetic appearance that was viewed slightly differently by everybody to appeal to what they found gorgeous. only a few things remained the same; his golden hair, lightly tanned skin and the honey contacts he'd put in to appear somewhat less scary with his all-white eyes. that, and his outfit. currently, rabdael wore black boots ( to hide the knife, ok ), black jeans and a politely modest, white sweatery-thing that he could tuck the bottom half of his face into if he felt like it.


    he was sat at a table when zipporah walked in, and found himself recognising her. silently, rabdael lifted a hand in hello, deciding to be friendly, as she was the person he tolerated the most 'round here. he hated everyone else, and they hated him.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • TIME IS SLOWLY (Open, Bloodclanner on border) CHANGING FOR US

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]he wanted unfriendly? alright, imperialpaw'd give him unfriendly ... the young gryphon landed on the ground beside his clanmates, eyeing kousuke with a sharp, disdainful honey gaze. there was no welcoming light there; he seemed bored, fed up, and already irritated with the bloodclanner. it wasn't all that unusual, but it didn't help that, on this fine morning, imperialpaw was in a bad mood. yes, his usual mood was his ' good mood ', surprisingly.


    ' great. ' he thought as he studied the first tier.


    rabdael blinked, then. " member exchange? is your leader expecting us to give one of ours away, too? " he inquired bluntly, voice sharp and to the point. he glanced to his father, glad someone else had noticed the remarks.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • MY OLD FRIENDS /\ open /\ BECOME EXES AGAIN

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" you're very small now. " remarked another son as he landed on the ground, furling his wings against his flanks and peering at the leader. a smilodon was smaller than a gryphon, though permafrost had, at the very least, been larger than imperialpaw's birth body. now, though? daddy dearest was ... rather small. very small. tiny. a domestic cat. " where did you go? " not that he was a stalker, he was just ... trying to make conversation? maybe.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • PAPER TOWNS FULL OF PAPER PEOPLE — werecoyote powers oops

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]imperialpaw had been scouting the territory, lazily drifting on air currents as he glided idly over colouredclan's lands, simply watching below for anything interesting. for the most part, there was nothing; it was an eerily sleepy time, though he assumed something would happen soon, because something simply had to happen -- there was no such thing as a regular day, here, right? a shame, but it did spice life up a little.


    and he was right; an ear splitting scream reached his hyperactive senses and the gryphon banked sharply towards it, recognising the morphed voice as chelsea's. eyes slitting, he spotted dark shapes leaving a clearing and headed towards said clearing, landing beside the girl and turning to look at her.


    flames curled in his nostrils, but the gryphon did not blow. " chelsea. what happened? " he inquired. medical attention would be good, but he knew jack shit, so he'd just do the asking instead.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • PAPER TOWNS FULL OF PAPER PEOPLE — werecoyote powers oops

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]imperialpaw blinked and switched on the sight, studying her soul curiously for any supernatural influences as she spoke. listening to her words, the gryphon stepped back and curled his tail around his hind paws, half-sitting. " supernatural? i... yes, i suppose so. werecoyote over there might've given you a power or two to worry about."
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • MY OLD FRIENDS /\ open /\ BECOME EXES AGAIN

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]he hadn't asked what his father had been doing, he'd asked where he'd been. whereabouts in the world he'd roamed. imperialpaw blinked, shrugging. " i was just roaming. " he spoke truthfully, glancing to eternal as she approached. he probably had, yes.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • these human aus are getting out of hand : supernatural au

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]rabdael had heard growling and lifted his head to look at chelsea. again, this was another female he recognised, but they weren't too close. they'd reached a level of understanding enough before, but seeing as she was growling at the girl he'd just waved a hand towards, he decided not to invite her over. the last he needed was to get into a scrap with a werecoyote over a faerie.


    curling his hands back into his sleeves as zipporah slid in opposite him, the archangel shrugged quietly. " no. wasn't planning on eating. " he'd only come here to maybe order some drinks and watch them. he didn't often eat, or drink, anyway. he just often found himself in places that sold foods and beverages ... he wasn't sure why, but their warm, cosy feeling and busyness was nice, as was the slight smell of interesting meals that wafted from occasionally swung-open kitchen doors.


    " why, are you? " he maybe would if she did ... he was no sheep, but it'd look ... strange if he didn't order, and the last he needed was another excuse for people to brand him a freak. he didn't parade his archangel status around, much, so nobody really knew what he was. he kept it hidden, so they assumed he was some odd hybrid monster that fit into no part of society. he preferred it that way, sometimes. it meant they left him be. the last time he tried to act in a friendly manner ... rabdael unconsciously moved a hand and unfurled an index finger to rub against his fabric-covered collarbone.


    a sudden chill in his stomach settled unpleasantness in his throat, and rabdael abruptly lifted his lowered head. a sour taste in his mouth, he licked his lips, swallowed, and peered out the window he was at, seeking the world with widened eyes.


    azrael.


    a fallen archangel, he could feel her in the wind. the last he wanted was for their paths to cross -- again. it'd be disastrous, honestly, for him to have to fight her. if she revealed herself, he'd have little choice but to follow, and the consequences of busting his cover could potentially be disastrous. all the same, he did have a mission to eradicate her kind -- particularly her. sighing, rabdael slumped back in his seat, looking back to zipporah expectantly. better to just ignore it and hope it goes away.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • Soft-Boiled Free-range Egg[Open, Meet this child if you haven't already]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" no. i was born a golden tiger. i got this body not too long ago. " responding quickly, honestly, shortly, imperialpaw curled his tail around his paws. he wondered why she seemed so fascinated with a body others seemed to ignore with ease.


    /rushed
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • HEARTBREAK ON THE BIG SCREEN [OPEN, JOINING]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]" name, and then you're in. " demanded imperialpaw in a careless tone as he landed at the border before ashlee, his tail flicking behind him. " imperialpaw. if you want a tour, wait for someone to come 'round and offer. " they'd come eventually, he knew.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • Open Truth Or Dare // because Im a Lady Killer

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]ugh, games. he almost turned away, but then he saw zipporah, and he hesitated. if she was playing, then ... why should he not? besides, he had a competitive streak, and he didn't like to be seen chickening out of things. with a sigh, imperialpaw approached and sat. " playing. "
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • KILL ME WITH KISSES // OPEN, JOINER

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]oh, and this one even stuttered. rabdael wasn't mean -- don't get me wrong, it was in his code to ' love men and worship them as if they were god himself ' and all, but his imperialpaw self just didn't get this welcoming thing. all the same, the gryphon was present, stood beside zipporah. " imperialpaw. " he introduced bluntly, blinking.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

  • Private ClpudBreaker. dont worry I don't hate you

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]don't get me wrong, imperialpaw had no intentions of disturbing eternal's sleep. though, it was rather hard to, when his wings were tired and her skyscraper was the only suitable perch. besides, his heart had been aching like crazy and his mind pounded with insatiable desire, a desire to purge the earth of the specific filth that rested on the top of the building he was about to land on. it was only inevitable that he would be dragged to her lone spot, was it not?


    the gryphon landed on the skyscraper, at the other side of the top, a good twenty or thirty metres away from eternal. shaking out his wings, he furled them against his sides and settled down with little intentions of speaking for the moment.
    [color=transparent] #rabimperialmind