Posts by HYPOKRISIS

hello! so my muse baby hypokrisis has just turned six moons old and is ready to be introduced to the world. hypokrisis is a second tier of blood clan as well as the priest trainee and a child of two leaders, one vice-leader, and an ex-warlord. to put his personality in short, hypokrisis is profoundly naive and unimaginably wise. the youth has shown remarkable intelligence and yet at the same time is extraordinarily vulnerable and a slave to his own emotions as he often acts upon impulse despite knowing a better way to handle a situation. this often leaves him with many regrets for actions he knew for a fact could have been pulled off in a much smarter fashion. hypokrisis is also a greater demon, which tells true in his appearance despite his fragileness, and so struggles with a mortal heart, which is why he is so gentle and prone to emotions, and a demon's intuiton, the reasoning for his cleverness and wish to know all things in the world. this often leads to his behavior being wildly unpredictable as he can never truly control his dark, natural urges especially with his worsening mental state due to two of his parents dying within one day and realizing he was outcasted from his siblings. my baby is open to most anything but death and rape so you shoot me anything you have! i also have a few plots/thread ideas in a spoiler below so feel free to look at those and say if you're interested. also, don't be afraid to post your own intricate plot ideas! <3

The fragile youth approached the scene with an odd emotion illuminating doll-like optics, an expression that was muddled with various traits into a singular creature. much like leonarodo, hypokrisis felt his mind knew the core of a horribly rotten truth; joseph was never coming back. but then there was the matter of his heart. ah yes, that horribily mortal heart of his that played the boy like a harp. as hypokrisis stood there, attempting to have his gentle tone heard amongst the roughness of those gathered, as a being who was half-hope, half-agony. "You've already done so much," hypokrisis spoke breathlessly to Leo, gently rubbing against the older creature as he did so as an act of affection. hypokrisis felt his heart wrench upon looking to leonardo's marred features, he knew that the elder had the same realization he had; that his daddy wasn't coming back.

but the other creatures' eyes shone with a brightness to them, one inflamed with ambition of bringing home a long lost friend, making hypokrisis' gaze travel towards the majority of the group. don't be dense, his mind seemed to whisper but hypokrisis ignored it. if joseph was truly dead, as he more than likely was, then at least izzy could find out what happened to him. "Mister Horizon has a point," hypokrisis aimed his gentle tone to jackdaw, an obvious worry for the leader reading prominent on the youngest gathered's features. "This simply isn't a pro-clan's style, the way this person left dadd- I mean Joseph's blood was trying to mock or intimidate us in a way. It'd be best to not waist efforts their," hypokrisis stated simply. "Of course, they aren't completely off the list, if nothing comes up we'll check there as a very last resort." he added this in a form of way to council the leader, trying to ease the pain that was heavy within the older creature's heart even if it was just a small bit. hypokrisis tried to come up with scenarios that may have occurred within his mind, but to do so made him more agony than hope, as the pain was still fresh and so he simply couldn't bring himself to assist any further.

but the next words to come from the boy's mouth was not what most would have expected. "I'm going with you," the phrase came swift, swift and frightful as if once hypokrisis had spoke it he could never take them back. his eyes were wide, wondering if anyone would interject him. hypokrisis was clearly in no condition to walk for several miles on end, as he was still rather fragile in the matter of physical health and too much activity at one time (seeing as he highly doubted they were going to stop and rest) could cause him great pain to the point he'd pass out. hypokrisis knew very well that'd he just slow the group down, as his mind told him so, but he didn't care. "I'm going with you if it kills me," this time hypokrisis' words came thick and slow like honey. he was a horribly stubborn boy. horribly stubborn and horribly idealistic. one had to wonder how someone with such a head perched on delicate shoulders could manage to act out in such a questionable way, but hypokrisis was the picture of unpredictable.

hypokrisis held great fascination for all aspects of the vast, endless, world he'd been born into but above all the information regarding unique cultures and tales of wondrous cultures nothing fascinated him more so than the creatures that possessed it. those born of courage with fierce personas and hearts weared bronze in place of a gold that had worn and weared due to it's cruel surroundings, the knight-like figures of pro-clans with noble personas and troubled minds and everything in between- people were so magnificent. so the matter of newcomers was one that hypokrisis never grew tierd of. the fragile boy approached with a curious expression outlining delicate features. it was funny, hypokrisis was a very gentle soul, but it was quite the rarity to find the boy with a smile carving parsley lips.

"In camp," hypokrisis responded to the inquiry which was not asked of him, "It's not very far from here, I could show you the way if you wish." today wasn't one of his best days, as izzy appeared even more exhausted than normality. it seemed, even though he'd lived within blood clan for two moons, hypokrisis never had quite gotten the hang of the cruel desert sun. after all, he'd been born to the cool marshes of shadowclan so the adaption had never been easy. "What are you exactly?," hypokrisis inquired with a tilt of his head. it was an odd inquiry, but the demon was an odd creature. besides, what are you translated into all things; what's your name? where are you from? what's your story? hypokrisis was not a kit anymore, but the habit of asking various questions had never truly died.

hypokrisis had no recollection of a world where life flourished.

the youth was apart of the first generation to have been born and raised within the brimstone hells that remained of a barren waste land in which was once thought of as human civilization. hypokrisis had been born to a prestigious family, if it'd been another time, another place; perhaps he would have grown to become someone of social standing rather than a lonesome street rat who fought alongside a blind old man and a vagabond cruel for the basics of survival. but he hadn't. after all, social standings and protstigous last names meant nothing now. he'd been abandoned by the majority of his family, having been too tiny and too fragile to thought of to survive, but hypokrisis' father joseph had taken he and a few of his others siblings under his wing. until he was four years old, izzy lived completely dependent on his father. then there came the day joseph was slaughtered- or so hypokrisis figured. as one day, the boy had awoken to no warm arms coddled about his tiny waist and wandered outside to find a severed arm that once warmly embrace him.

hypokrisis other siblings managed to make a life for themselves, but the boy, who was so sickly physically should have died. key word, should. it had been his determnation that had kept the toddler from death's icy hands, but leo was the one who saved him. hypokrisis had been close to death, starving and bleeding out on a street corner, when the courageous leonardo took him in and hypokrisis had stuck the with the older man since. leonardo had practically raised him, he'd taught hypokrisis to rely on his intelligence rather than his strength and even how to fight well enough- much more than hypokrisis ever thought he'd be capable of achieving anyway. hypokrisis would be nothing without him, as the older man was the only person in this ravaged world kind (or perhaps crazy) enough to take in a sickly child that would more than likely slow him down. izzy owed a great debt to leonardo, a debt he'd never truly be able to pay back.

hypokrisis moved forward through the whipping winds in which carried the desert's golden grains to stand alongside leonardo, he appeared like that of an illusion brought by the desert's heat standing within the small form of dust storm; the ivory of king's thrones coloring his shaggy locks stood out brilliantly against the harsh reds and cruel oranges that highlighted the majority of the desert's atmosphere and his stunning gaze, which consisted of one eye of an endless blue sprinkled with stardust while the other stood to have leeched it's amber color from the ambrosia the god's drank within the stars, seemed to be capable of piercing through the murky air. hypokrisis appearance, as much as he hated to admit it, was horribly androgynous. was it even that? if it weren't for his shorter hair, he was positive all who came across him would take him instantly for a female. he was extremely small in stature, both height and weight wise, with long, slender limbs colored a lovely caramel and always stood be clad in a rather strange silk outfit of the same white as his hair were like robes (that appeared like a Japanese kimono in a way) that split down both sides revealing his legs. dark skin shown through his attire as the panels opened up with each stride, to reveal hypokrisis' slender legs as he moved, doll-like gaze narrowing at the place leonardo had wished them to go too. "Don't you think it was rather suspicious that the same coordinates rang on every radio that worked no matter where we wandered too?," hypokrisis inquired, appearing worried about exactly what they'd managed to get themselves into. seeing as hypokrisis was in a good deal cooler outfit and had a tan skin tone, it would have seemed he would have fared well in the desert; well better than the pale leo anyways.

but as he stood there, pure exhaustion told a story of frailness upon the youth's doll like features. his limbs were shaking horribly as he placed each hand on his hip and residence of pain had began to form throughout his body. a long story short, hypokrisis was not doing well. however, the boy was much too prideful, or perhaps too ashamed to ask others to assist him for nothing in return, to admit the fact that was apparent to all who saw him. "What do you think we'll find there?," hypokrisis looked to leo as if he were the only person in the world but himself, a habit izzy had picked up from the older man he was speaking too. a sigh of exhaustion slipped through parsley lips as hypokrisis' gaze scanned the desert, there was simply nothing to lean or sit down on. it seems he'd just have to tough it.

"Should we really be considering raiding other clans right now?," hypokrisis approached with his usual expression of earnest concern mixed in with his special breed of curiosity. it should be said upfront that hypokrisis was no pacifist. he was a demon after all. brimstone churned blood ran thick within his blue tinted veins, the idea of blood spewing from another being due to his own claws exited him just as much as it frightened him. hypokrisis was somewhat afraid to attend a raid, as he was unsure of exactly he would do. then again, he was far to weak in nature to attend one regardless. "We are on the brink of a war with wind clan aren't we?," hypokrisis' gaze shifted briefly to jackdaw before coming back to horizion, "I don't think it'd be very wise to have another clan on our back." the boy was horribly as outspoken as he was naive. there some things that izzy just couldn't help in his persona.

the said "scrawny kid" had only been within a few yards of earshot when ash bringer's familiar tone spoke the odd syllables that line hypokrisis' name. it was rather refreshing- to have the entirety of his birth title being spoken outwards rather than one of the various butcherings in the form of half-thought over aliases. don't think poorly of the boy, as he truly had no issue with the nicknames many had branded him but sometimes he was almost certain that no one, with the exception of leonardo and ashbringer, was truly sure of what his actual name was. a sense of pride had been instilled in the fragile apprentice aged boy at the mention of name from a noble tongue, he came forward with great curiosity lining delicate features of what the pretty femme could wish of him. as he became closer, however, noting the way ashrbinger had made certain to speak out in the middle of camp and how all eyes had now focused solely upon the two creatures, hypokrisis began to fathom some idea of what was possibly about to be inquired of him. "Is everything alright?," hypokrisis' tone was held the same gentle whisper of it's normality, doll-like gaze looking to ashbringer as if though the elder creature and he were the sole beings within all the world; an enduring habit he'd picked up from Leonardo.

I got a lot to do over the summer, camps to council and a job to find. But I'll spend most of my time on here.

IM CRYING GUYS HYPOKRISIS IS A YOUNGIN SURROUNDED BY A CLAN OF PEOPLE WAY OLDER THAN HIM IT'S GREAT

a broken smile, sewn together with the threads of regret and tragedy, lined the fragile boy's parsley lips at the lovely femme's comment. "Even when the world ends it never stops moving," he noted, "And that's the cruelest part." it was a cryptic odd set form of humor, one tinged in darkness. ashbringer knew tragedy just as well as hypokrisis did, and so the trainee aged child felt no need to clarify his meaning. privacy? the tightness in his chest only seemed to knot more so as hypokrisis' doll-like optics did not feel the need to scan around to see what the elder female was speaking of, after all, he too felt the pressure of various sets of eyes scathing past his ivory pelt into the the very essence of his soul.

from the moment ashbringer revealed to him the gorgeously carved rosary, one could tell by the light illumnating hypokrisis' brilliant gaze he knew exactly what phrase of inquiry was to fall from the gray femme's lips next. she played down these beads, which were far too beautiful for the likes of himself, in front of his tiny paws before asking him to accept a position that would be sure to change the course of his life. at first, hypokrisis was frozen. frozen as lines of thought, both exited and saddened, polluted delicate features. did he truly deserve this? he was fascinated by herbs, ill-suited for battle, and held enough witt to him to advise others in some form of way; but, was he qualified? the boy believed in the red god, hypokrisis did believe that there was a red god out there, with all of his golden tinted heart, but he dismissed the idea completely that the red god was to sole god to walk amongst the stars. perhaps it was simply his over-compliacted thought processes that lead him to believe this or how he'd heard and read so many other tales of gods with great power and little mercy.

then he thought of joseph.

joseph, whom had once been interested in the very same position he was now being offered. joseph, whom would have carried the same gaze of pride within his optics as leonardo now did. joseph, whom if hypokrisis had not taken on this role due to his own personal issues, would have been saddened. he owed it too his father's memory to carry on a wish that once had burned intently within the older feline's heart. "I would be honored," hypokrisis spoke breathlessly, tears brinking crystal eyes that he swiftly stored away before they could slip past his defenses. "Thank you," izzy's tone, however, still quivered with his new found gratefulness in sorrow. he swiftly changed his demeanor, however, a rare smile passing parsley lips as he inherited his new master's humorous demeanor, "A demon priest to be," hypokrisis noted, clearly amused, "Blooclan has truly outdone itself." hypokrisis looked to his sister, as she gave him a congratulations, as it was all he had to do. all the words he needed to say were impacted in a seldom gaze.

hypokrisis listened to the two older creatures' words with great care, lines of thought polluting delicate features upon contemplating the information received. horizon had been earnest in his response, as no level of irritation was within his tone but pure genuiness; the fragile priest in training rather appreciated this. as breakdance approached, however, hypokrisis didn't know whether to laugh or be offended in the manner she spoke to him. in the end, he chose to find it more so amusing than anything. the boy wasn't exactly hip with the kids either, considering he was literally the only apprentice-aged creature within blood clan's ranks at the moment. he'd always found to be more so friends with the older crowd than those of his own age regardless, even when he was but a pup surrounded by 19 siblings he'd found himself more interested in calina and leonardo. "I'm sorry," the boy apologized for his previous statement, "It must just be my mind over complicating things." hypokrisis was as swift to admit he was wrong as he was to speak his mind, a rare trait. "Maybe we could theme it around the summer solstice?," the boy offered, even though the summer solstice wasn't technically until june shhh. "We could still use the red paint to honor the red god, but make the designs small suns. Maybe we could start the raid at dawn in accordance to a tradition I once read about. Apparently, there was a species that would dance from late night until dawn to wake the Earth for the new sun's awakening. Not to mention, being so early in the morning it'd give us an advantage point."

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LEO BBY

smol bump

Probably a blue berry because my friend made a bad pun once about blue-hooberies. XD
a++++ idea by the way X3

hypokrisis could more than likely be considered an insomniac than anything, as the fragile creature had always found it incredibly hard for sleep to blissfully overtake him in one fowl swoop. it was due to the fact of his mind, thoughts constantly racing and not allowing for a moment of rest, in which caused the to be priest so much grief. of course, the bad thoughts had always outweighed the good, which did not help in itsself. during these restless eves of darkness, hypokrisis always seemed to find himself going for a lonesome walk in the desert. the stars appeared gorgeous as they pierced their way through a dark oblivion, in which eased the very essence of his soul. not to mention, this time of day was perhaps the most tolerable within the usual desert heat.

but as he had partaken on one such walk, a great curiosity rose within the youth's ivory chest as doll-like optics took note of a gathering group. they had formed a type of unorganized shape about a creature that the delicate boy had never once glanced upon before. hypokrisis approached with a knowing silence, sitting alongside Jamie with a brilliant curious churning within his stunning gaze. the fragile boy appeared more so like an apparition upon joining the group, the gentle glow of moonlight causing his ivory pelt to illuminate with a form of ghostly wonder. "Lost amongst the stars?," hypokrisis inquired, tone as enduring as the gentle breeze of a summer's day and words as cryptic and strange as a gypsys' cunning smile. hypokrisis often found himself saying such phrases of naive profoundness in the late hours; something about the gentle night he supposed.

hi guys! i'm fourteenth and this is my tragedy boi hypokrisis. as a summary of his personality, the youth has shown witt and yet at the same time is extraordinarily vulnerable and a slave to his own emotions as he often acts upon impulse despite knowing a better way to handle a situation. this often leaves him with many regrets for actions he knew for a fact could have been pulled off in a much smarter fashion. hypokrisis is also a greater demon, which tells true in his appearance despite his fragileness, and so struggles with a mortal heart, which is why he is so gentle and prone to emotions, and a demon's intuiton. i'm open to anything but the usual death, rape ect. but this boy pretty much lives off of his bonds with other so i'd really love for interaction threads with his clan mates to have a special kind of relationship! i hope you consider plotting with me. <3

this was not the first time hypokrisis had bore witness to a squable amongst fellow clan mates, after all, when he still lived within the ranks of his birth clan midas and davet were constantly at each other's necks. back then, the sole thing the fragile boy was capable of doing was crying until his elder siblings ceased their actions to comfort him; as even demons felt guilt. but this was a completely different matter of ball game, as the saying went. the young priest to be found himself coming across the scene, drawn by the familiar grunts and hisses of battle, with an expression of pure concern possessing delicately set features. "I doubt it," hypokrisis replied to jamie's weak plea upon standing right beside the older creature, gaze of brilliant amber and endless seas focusing on jamie with a great exhaustion to their shine. "Those two are creatures of action," hypokrisis noted, eyes then focusing to the two fighting individuals in question. "Besides, can't you see the fire in their eyes?," hypokrisis had observed the rippling flames of unrest that were prominent in barb and felik's gazes since the moment he'd arrived. perhaps it was a habit of his, focusing on a person's optics; they were thought of as the window to the soul after all.

hypokrisis truly wished to do something, something to cease the two from hurting each other. a great pain for their wounds manifested in his mortal heart, but the thoughts possessing his demon mind were far from kind. izzy did well to quiet them, but the whispering hadn't quite ceased. he stood their, frozen, unsure of what to do. hypokrisis was much too fragile in health to attempt and separate them by force, and they much too stubborn in mind to be separated by words. thank god for dimitri showing himself, because hypokrisis almost attempted to run between the two which was more than likely to result in utter disaster if not immediate death. "I get it, you two want to teach the other a lesson," the fragile boy began, stepping out in a moment of boldness and saying a silent prayer that dimitri was capable of pining the two back, if not, the delicate boy was in for a whole new world of pain. oddly enough, his gaze was lined with genuine worry for the feliks and barbra, as he hated the fact they were both being inflicted pain, "And it's more than likely worth it to you to hurt each other," hypokrisis' logical thoughts and gentle heart were quite the strange pair when it came to the matter of his actions, as he would always be unpredictable. "But is it truly worth injuring others and nearly bringing down all of camp to do so?," hypokrisis inquired, genuine sadness ringing true on his features.

he admired them in away, however, their fighting nature was something to be looked upon with fondness as much as it was with grimace. this came with lovers too, as their naive hearts were far too kind for the world. much like the overly empathetic hypokrisis. "If you really want to fight each other, I suggest going outside of camp on some stretch of territory no one is around and finding yourself a ref. That way you can fight without cheap moves and a third party can determine a winner," hypokrisis was hopeful that his suggestion would be sought out. and with a ref there they wouldn't kill each other and could fight until they passed out if they wanted too. it was a frightening thought, truly- two creatures with so much hate in their hearts they exchanged blows until they passed clean out. hypokrisis' worried gaze looked to each fighter's wounds, paws itching to assist the two but realizing that he would only do so in vein.

oh how his gentle heart broke for those fighting spirits.

anger was not a feeling the fragile boy was familiar with.

however, sorrow, with it's bitter sinking grasp upon a gentle heart that sung sad songs through broken whispers, was an emotion that nearly consumed hypokrisis whole. a great string of tragedies had also occurred within such a short span of time, it was miraclious that hypokrisis had not shattered into pieces like a naive porcelain doll falling upon a cruel wooden floor of reality. the way the young priest to be had handled this was by crying, tiny rivers slipping down each high raised cheek bone, before simply repressing the horrors within himself. deep, deep, into the reaches of his soul. but hypokrisis had always thought too much, his mind ever-working with constant whisperings of his thoughts, and so when he was alone for even a fraction of a moment the horrors came racing back. perhaps it was a difference in personality that the two possessed such seperate ways of handling their hardships, or maybe it was a fact of circumstance. for hypokrisis had people he cared deeply for, leonardo amongst a sparse few others, that he wished not to burden, that he wished so much to remain strong for. but winter cub, as he stood upon the border with a hallowed heart, had nothing.

hypokrisis moved forward through the whipping winds in which carried the desert's golden grains to stand alongside jackdaw, he appeared like that of an halluciantion brought on by desert heat standing within the small form of dust storm; the ivory of king's thrones coloring his pelt stood out brilliantly against the harsh reds and cruel oranges that highlighted the majority of the desert's atmosphere and his stunning gaze, which consisted of one eye of an endless blue sprinkled with stardust while the other stood to have leeched it's amber color from the ambrosia the god's drank within the stars, seemed to be capable of piercing through the murky air and as if though it could manage to stare it's way straight through a person's soul. but as for manner of physical health, hypokrisis was nearly as bad off as hid leader, though not quite a rough. pure exhaustion was present upon the priest in training's features and his tiny body seemed so delicate that if a gust of wind became too harsh it looked as if he could simply be knocked over. upon coming across the other youth, an expression of curiosity overtook delicate features. it was rather funny, as one would think such a kind hearted hell hound as izzy would smile often, but the curl of happiness scarcely carved onto parlsley lips. upon coming closer to the newcomer, and being capable of looking into winter club's own gaze, a sudden realization became apparent.

there eyes were the same.

the same as jackdaw's, leonardo's, and ash bringer's; winter cub and hypokrisis shared an illumination of tragedy within their tired eyes. a look that was earned through great pain in life. hypokrisis' heart bled for this stranger and the untold horrors he'd endured. there wasn't a certain kinship in misery, or at least the idealistic boy believed so. "I'm sorry," these were the first words to fall from parsley lips. it was an odd thing to say to creature you'd just met, but hypokrisis' eyes reflected the pain possessed in winter club's. it was obviously not an appoligy for doing something incorrectly, but as condolences for a harsh world that had not been kind to winter cub. "What's your purpose?," hypokrisis inquired, he preferred questions like this that were general over mundane "name and business". what one's purpose was referred to both why they were at blood clan's border and what had brought them there. hypokrisis was idealistic like that.

//you're good fam <3

the reaction that came from hypokrisis' words was not one he was used too, not in the least. the slightly older femme had began to hiss harsh phrases towards the fragile youth with a tone wrenched in pure fury. hypokrisis had never been yelled at before. joseph, before his untimely demise, had always made a point to act gently towards the delicate trainee when he was within his childhood and hypokrisis' gentle persona had never caused any friction with others so this was something entirely shocking to his system. at first, hypokrisis was unsure how to react. he felt himself beginning to shake violently from the interaction and, for a moment, seemed to be on the brink of tears with widening doll-like eyes. but hypokrisis did not allow these tiny rivers of sorrow to fall from each cheek, instead his concerned expression twisted into one of a strange firm form of calm that looked like the quiet before a storm manifested in the form of a person.

pipsqueak wasn't a word that disturbed him, as the rather runty apprentice aged youth had heard a variety of such words being used to describe him from the moment he was out of the womb. but the matter of his age was one he could answer. "I'm six moons," hypokrisis reiterated, tone oddly neautral. "And it seems I'm smart enough to realize that fighting someone just because they are a "dick" is irrational, solves nothing, and fuels their rude attitude more." hypokrisis wasn't the type to yell, some may have deemed it impossible due to the nature of his soft voice, and so the phrases came in almost a whisper. hypokrisis was more so one for a quiet kind of intimidation- if it were even to be called that. "You're right, I haven't lived life yet," hypokrisis agreed, "But I know about death. A little too much, I think." there was something reflecting in his eyes that seemed to be enough evidence the boy was experienced in matters of tragedy, "Everyone's got their personal tragedies, and I may be younger than you, but I've had my share." he'd leave it at that, not wishing to dwell within the regions of his own self pity.

it was good that at the sounds of a fight hypokrisis had chosen to bring some herbs with him just in case, especially when looking to the now grounded female's obvious shoulder wound. "Yes, you've hurt Mister Feliks," hypokrisis began, using proper manners that had been taught to him by a father long dead, "But you've been hurt too." he moved closer, perhaps naive to think she wouldn't attack him, attempting to begin treating the prominent wound that had caused her pain, an odd gentleness to his shaking touch. if she were to cuss him or refuse his help, a simple too bad i'm your priest (even if he was training) would slip from his lips. it was very strange, that just a moment ago hypokrisis had been set on arguing with the slightly elder feline and now he was more focused on helping her. he'd try to deal with felik's wounds later, perhaps when this blew over.

HELLA WIP

Welcome to bloodclan my friend!!!

I'm high key procrastinating studying for my final right now guys.

the announcement of political ideals being shifted and changed had indeed brought hypokrisis to drop the book he'd been scouring through with great haste to come forward to better hear the leader. as a matter of fact, the youth had to admit (though he was a tad ashamed) he'd nearly completely forgotten what prosaically had been the subject of the lines written within the novel he'd once occupied himself with as he was now so distracted by the leader. jackdaw. once the fragile youth had arrived, it was natural for his gaze to travel upwards to look into the elder' creatures eyes, but what he had seen had horribly frightened him. or was it was he didn't see? there in jackdaw's eyes was no more cloud of grief that chocked the other's lungs, nor was there anger flaring in each optic. no, there was nothing in jackdaw's broken stare. absolutely nothing. this frightened the fragile boy to such a degree that he'd nearly forgotten what was happening to bring him out to the middle of camp. jackdaw, poor jackdaw, it seemed the world had broken him to a point there was no repair. a great worry became evident on izzy's delicate features, for both his leader and the clan that the other lead. whatever desicions jack made was about to seal blood clan's fate, hopefully it'd been for better than for worse.