Posts by LINCOLN.

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Lincoln was drawn by the scent, it being unfamiliar to him. He was still new to the clans, and as he approached, automatically moving to stand beside Faustus, he sent him a confused look. But at the brute's question directed to the stranger at the border, he shifted his gaze to him instead. Blizzardclan? Dark eyes flickered over Blueberry, face void of emotion. "Lincoln." Was all he said, not much of a talker when it came to those he did not know.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]6'5
    UR FUCKING HUGE OMFG
    im 5'6 ur almost a foot taller than me hoW


    WAIT HOW OLD R U THO BC IF UR LIKE AN ADULT THAT KINDA EXPLAINS IT


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]bOO GET OUT OF MY FACE ROMANS I'LL FIGHT YOU


    slaps doccy
    wAkey WAkEy


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]gdi i want to b british
    im literally a short rly pale smol australian girl
    liKe


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Lincoln had been resting in the territory, the rays of the sun spreading across his striped pelt as he lay draped across a boulder. But then the stench hit him. He instantly recoiled, head lifting and nose crinkling in disgust, a cough leaving his maw as he tried to rid the smell from his maw. Slowly, he rose to his paws, pushing himself off of the boulder before heading towards the direction. It smelt like something was rotting, and whatever it was, he wanted to rid it from the territory before a child fell upon it. As he approached, however, his eyes fixated on the scene before him. He froze almost instinctively, eyes widened slightly as they fell upon the vile creature that lay dead on the floor, and the brute that had killed it. He instantly went to ask as to why, before he remembered what Breakdance had spoken at the last meeting. Zombies. The undead. This thing certainly looked too torn apart and rotted to be alive, even before the blade was driven into it's skull. He moved, finding his place near Faustus, before his eyes suddenly ran over his body in a panicked manner. "Did it get you?" He asked, paw lifting as he aimed to run it through the other's fur along his side, searching for scratches or bites. He wouldn't let the other die. Certainly not like this.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]PSH U WISH U COULD TAKE ME DOWN ROMANS
    wink wonk
    IM JOKING CALM DOWN HOLY


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]I RLY AM THO LIKE I'LL KO U BRO TRY ME
    I'LL GET ME KANGAROOS ON YA AND USE ME BOOMERANG
    TRY ME


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]"Who might they be?" Lincoln's deep voice rumbled as the tiger approached, dark eyes watching the stranger as he came to stand before him, head lifted and ears perked.


    SO RUSHED OMG


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Lincoln hated this. Now a days, he only ever caught the mixed scents of blood and a stranger. It was never a good sign, usually meaning someone had attacked on of their own, or something else, something he didn't want to think of. The tiger arrived, dark orbs falling upon the boy that was struggling to hold himself up. Lincoln's brows creased together, automatically wanting to help the kid, but knowing he had to wait. "Name and business?" He asked, eyes flickering across the blood that dampened his lips.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]oddi!!! hiiiiiiii
    and omf a smol aot child
    i haven't even watched it but my sister does and shE doesn't stop tALKING ABOUT IT


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]can i track this?? if not, i'll delete this


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]wait who's sasha
    that's my name
    confused


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]track


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]NO
    I HATE POTATOES
    HOW CAN SOMEONE CALLED SASHA B LIKE THAT NOOOOOOOO


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]grumBles i hate my name
    sasha
    uGh idk its not pretty to me and i waNT A PRETTY NAME


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]aPple is like
    weirdly cute idk


    but yo guys its 4am im dYING


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]Lincoln couldn't deny that Trigedasleng was something many people struggled to learn. But back at his home, all the groups knew it. It was their own language, and a way of defense against outsiders. When captured or attacked, they pretended to not understand them, speaking solely in Trigedasleng, causing the attackers to falter, and giving them a chance to take back what was theirs. Ears pricking at the other's words, he smirked slightly. "Just tell me what you want to learn to say." He responded, tail lashing behind him as they walked.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]TAY YOUR NAME IS SO COOL HOLY FUCK


    lol i'll bite u romans
    GET IT BC UR AN APPLE AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA


    everyone @ my puns


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]OMG NO YANG DONT PEE URSELF PLS NO


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]SURE MAN


    FUCK ITS 4:30AM AND IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH IM DYING MY STOMACH HURTS FUCK