[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]oh dear I think I know how that feels
the way you're describing it reminds me of a headache I had a while back ago, and that was like awful. It's not neccesartily like pain but just... everything is weird. That's the only way I can describe what happened to me. Anyways I really hope that it passes soon! and honestly I am very tol and I call everyone either my children or my smols
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Ronan wouldn't have been surprised if anyone had thought that he was sizing them up and judging them. He wasn't a judgmental creature, but what he was was an analytical one. He looked at others, trying to figure out their weaknesses, strengths, likes, dislikes... anything and everything really. And it wasn't to consider them weak or stronger. Rather it was just for his advantage. So that he knew what to do when a fight might arise, or when anything else might happen. Learning and knowing things about others was useful. Knowledge was far more important than any powers, than brute strength and enormous size.
So he wouldn't have blamed Eren for his thoughts, even though he most likely would have gotten irked at the theory. He didn't have time to talk it through with the young male, it seemed however. For the first time that they were going to truly interact wasn't going to be on nice terms.
A snarl escaped the male's lips as Eren's form got slightly too close for his comfort, feathers around his neck ruffling in warning. Yet as the youth didn't approach closer, showed no real aggression and looked like he didn't pose a big threat, his demeanor slowly started to calm down once again. But all that dropped once more at the bitter words that escaped his maw. And the question itself wasn't one that he appreciated either.
The silent snarl crawled back onto Ronan's maw, lips curling back in disgust. "Watch your tone, brat. And watch where the fuck you're going next time, not try to blame it on someone who wasn't doing shit," he muttered out, voice getting dangerously low and challenging, a low rumble forming on his throat and with it his feathers ruffling once more.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Ronan couldn't even care less about the male's inquiry, about his rather demanding tone that might have given him the idea that he was suspicious of the dreamwalker's actions. But as for that moment right there, Ronan could barely even think, barely even make out Eren's inquiry in the first place. It was all muffled, only entering his mind and fully replaying itself after a few seconds. It forced the beast to a halt, one that was accompanied by many shivers and shakes. He felt and looked like he was about to fall any second; his knees didn't want to hold him up.
He could still see the blood on his paws, even though in reality it was long gone. Tears threatened to spill from his scarlet and green eyes once more, but his optics were dry from the previous ones he has shed. His head was bursting in pain because of that, and he had a strange feelign that he was lacking a lot of water in his system. After a second Ronan's blood-shot gaze turned on Eren, staring at him for a moment and not recognizing him before his eyes focused and he realized who he was.
"The exiles," he breathed out, voice shaking and breaking even in just those two words. "I'd like to be left alone," he then continued out, straining and struggling to get his intentions and what he considered his pleas out.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]It sure was rather interesting to see a random paw stick out from a skull, especially if one was minding their business and walking around peacefully and it just randomly stuck out infront of them. That was what had happened to Ronan, and it instantly caused a snarl to form on the male's maw, wings spread out and feathers ruffled as a reaction to the danger.
Yet the paw didn't seem to be doing anything... it was just there. The beast frowned as he inspected it, before moving closer to inspect the skull, aiming to poke the mysterious paw with his own rather huge one, careful to not break the skull by accident. "Yo," he rumbled out, snarl soon replaced by a confused frown.
// rip no muse and I should be going to sleep because it's one am where I am
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]ah honestly I'm totally recommending you pet her into scarclan!
it's really friendly both ic and oc, with a large variety of different characters and personalities and everyone is very interactive with everyone, newbies as well!
I currently play there and I am advanced so that might seem like a scary thing to look at, but please don't be intimidated by my post size or anyone else's post size either! We're all there for everyone and it truly doesn't matter how advanced or not you are! -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]booping <3
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]// sits ontop of wolfie
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]GUYS DOES ANYONE WANT FREE HEAD DRAWINGS OF YOUR CHARACTERS?
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]ahh okay guys! just pm me their descriptions onto my main and I'll get right on it! I'm feeling artsy today XD
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Home. Ronan hadn't even seen his new home yet, and the word felt foreign to his ears. What truly was home? Was this camp that the Scarclanners called their own home his home? Was he even truly accepted. Of course, it wasn't surprising to him that these thoughts were flitting through his head for he had never truly had a place to call home. He had spent five moons in Riverclan before he was abandoned by both dead fathers, and the moors, forests and jungles he had made his way through for twenty two months most definetaly weren't prime home material. He didn't know what it felt like to "go home."
He doubted that he'd find the camp comforting, he doubted he'd see it as his house. But nevertheless he was part of this greater force that was called Scarclan. And that meant he had duties to fulfill as a part of that living, breathing unit. Whether or not they were a family. The hybrid therefore slowly stood up, gazing at Breakdance neutrally as he listened on. So they were finally going to bring the fight to the walkers? Good. He was getting sick of having to deal with them on a daily basis. Without a word Ronan nodded his understanding, outstretching his wings slightly to get them used to his weight once more. He had a feeling that he'd be doing a lot of flying after everything was done. He had been encased in these catacombs for far too long now and it irritated him.
He had no weapons other than his own magical abilities, beak, fangs and claws, so he wouldn't be taking anything or preparing. He was already fully prepared the moment that he stood up, looming ominously over the others.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Ronan was not quite familiar with how meetings went by, and what was said in them. The only meetings he had seen were brief ones that his father used to make, but other than that... his brain remembered and understood nothing of these occurrences. And though Ronan was not a curious creature by nature, today was an exception. Not a lot of things managed to grab his attention like things that he knew nothing about, and this meeting was it.
Therefore the moment that Breakdance had called out for the meeting, he appeared almost in a split second, appearing from the shadows around him and then soon letting his grip on them go, causing them to dissipate around him. Though in all truth he still stood there like a shadow himself, not a lot of difference from the nonmaterial things around him. He stood as still as a statue, moving only to lean back against his haunches once standing got too uncomfortable. His whole posture was rigid, eyes gazing up attentively and alertly at the leader. And he waited, curious to see the transaction occur.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]no problem bby! Looking forward to seeing your form :DD
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]borks
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]// this is happening post-apocalypse <33
With the whole walker situation under control everything was slowly starting to turn more peaceful for the clan. There would never truly be such a thing as peace in the clans or anyone in the world, but moments like these where you weren't constantly on your toes were things that Ronan lived for. You didn't have to think that everything was about to kill you... and the fact that he now had a whole clan to call for himself, he didn't have to think about constant survival either. Because clans were supposed to be units that were held together almost like a family. His thoughts trailed briefly to Sylmae at the thought, about the people who sort of accepted his otherwise strange personality and being into the clan.
The canine wanted to return that. He wanted to be useful, to do what he must in order to keep his new unit moving and functioning. He had no family to his name anymore, but he did have Scarclan. And he didn't want to be the weak link. Or if he had to be the weak link, he wanted it to be as strong as possible.
The beast had inquired about the whereabouts of the leader's den, seeing as he had never seen this camp before in his life until a few days ago. And once he had made sure he knew the exact location, he had strolled over, neutral expression briefly replaced by one of curiosity. Yet soon enough his emotionless mask returned onto his maw and he came to a halt where he believed the place was. "Breakdance?" he rumbled out, tail twitching briefly due to his discomfort but settling down when he forced it to.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]The loyalist title... Ronan couldn't bring himself to feel anything than acceptance at the words, and he nodded his head in brief thanks to his leader. He wasn't happy, he wasn't sad. He had gotten a title and that was fact, no more. The same way that it was fact that the others had gotten titles too, and that others had gotten promoted and demoted. He really did not care about it too much, and perhaps it was still because of his inability to fully understand the social hierarchy of clans.
His gaze fluttered briefly to the people who had been mentioned, though soon enough his four eyes settled on Sylmae and he offered her what he hoped was a happy smile. Mostly it was just a thin, strained line... but it wasn't because he didn't want to smile and that he was doing it grudgingly. Rather, he just didn't know how to smile. He didn't smile a lot. But for some reason he had decided subconsiously that his clanmate deserved the best smile he could muster, even if it wasn't the best smile in the world.
"Congratulations," he rumbled out, and though he knew it sounded like he was only directing it towards the female due to the fact that he was staring at her, he meant it for everyone who had gotten what they deserved.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]"I'll take the rift," Ronan rumbled out simply as he approached in a rushed post because his roleplayer didn't want to be ninja'd :^)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Ronan blinked as two familiar faces appeared, glancing between Sylmae and Break briefly, offering a slight nod of greeting to both but ultimately letting his gaze settled on Breakdance. He didn't want to offend Sylmae or anything, but Break had the most authority here and it seemed only fitting that he direct his words at her.
"With the walkers gone and everything returning relatively back to normal," he started, skipping all formalities and moving straight to the point as he so often did. "I think that it's time to lighten up a bit, bring some... cheer and spirit back to the clan," he murmured out, leaning back against his haunches and taking a deep breath to steady himself. Despite him not appearing nervous in any way or form, in reality his brain was screaming at him to run away and that he was doing way too much. This wasn't something he was used to. He doubted he would get used to it quickly either.
"I was thinking of having some sort of event, perhaps a party celebrating the fact that we managed to survive. Really I have no concrete plans, for admittedly I am not quite sure what people like to do. But other than that I have some more serious matters to discuss as well," he rumbled out, briefly glancing at Sylmae, almost like for some hidden reassurance, before turning back towards Breakdance.
"I was thinking that we could have an event where we clean up the mess that happened during this whole time. Clean up the dead, get rid of all the blood everywhere, perhaps fix the camp up a bit and just make everything seem welcoming. We don't want people coming in to join and seeing the whole place look like and smell like death," he mumbled out, blinking and then glancing away.
"That's all for now," he finally finished after a second of thought.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]same impy
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]ahh the form looks great so far bby!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]voted for paradigm <33