Posts by MARIUS X.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]When the mouse suddenly became a massive wolf, Marius gave a surprised squeak and attempted to scramble back but ended up simply falling on his rump. He narrowed his crimson eyes - up, this time - at Chaos, scowling, cheeks burning after that little fall. Right, shapeshifting. What a dumb power. Why couldn't he have it? "Yeah right! I'd like to see you-" Unfortunately, his challenge was cut off by Maccready's stern warning, to whom he also tossed an angry stare. Geez - who did that guy think he was, the whole clan's dad or something? "I wasn't actually going to eat him," he protested with a huff and a roll of his eyes, "That's why I asked."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Gah!" As frail and sickly as Marius was, he was pitched slightly off-balance by Bluepaw's gentle bat. He quickly repositioned himself and scowled up at her, rubbing at the back of his head. "A filter? I'd like to see you try, you-" The boy was promptly interrupted by Muffet's polite 'nice to meet you'd and such, so he would shut his mouth with a bitter glance in her direction. Finally she seemed to focus on him - and, surprisingly enough, she didn't seem anywhere near as annoyed as Blue at his question. He would blink, his frown deepening. "Well, I mean, it is pretty weird. Maybe that's why she threw you out." Once more, he hadn't really meant to be rude - he was just making observations. In his opinion, he would've gladly taken being tossed out by his mother than.. well, the situation he was trapped in now. She wasn't exactly pleasant towards him.

"..Marius Xerxes," he added in a soft grumble, realizing he hadn't introduced himself. The little kit would look to Maccready with his chin tilted back in a challenging manner, giving a huff of annoyance. So what if he wasn't a gentleman?!
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and one with elizabeth too?
anyone else want one? ;0
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Turn into one? Was that even.. scientifically possible?! As someone who didn't know very much about science, Marius was very much inclined to believe what Alyssa was saying. He suddenly felt sick looking at the blood dripping down his front, despite the fact that it wasn't his own. He wiped some of the warm, crimson liquid off with a paw, watching it speckle against the ground, his stomach twisting into knots. He glanced up at the husky, internally grateful that she had.. well, saved him and stuff. "Uh.. thanks for that," he called to her hesitantly, not really see if she could hear him or not, "I'm Marius."

His heart final began to slow as others approached, and he managed to keep his eyes off the steaming corpse. Uglykit.. pleasant name. "Marius," he introduced himself gruffly, "What's over your face? It's weird." Quite the charmer, as per usual.

Then Elizabeth. The small-statured kitten recognized her, from his joining. His breath hitches in his throat at her words. "U-Uh.. well how do I get it off, then?!" he demanded, voice a mildly panicked huff. He didn't want to get even more sick than he already was, from the demon sickness.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius' tail twitched. He was draped across the thick bottom branch of an oak tree, his forepaws stretched out in front of him, his head laid gently on top. He seemed to be resting, though his crimson eyes were wide and brimming with energy, trained on the air before him. A frown creased his face; he was deep in thought, mostly about everything that had happened over the past few days, after he'd finally left his mother behind. His mom.. back in the Skulls, she had controlled every aspect of his life. She had locked him away, teased and taunted him, made him into who he was.

So.. BoneClan was better, right? He still didn't have any friends - not that it mattered. He didn't need anyone else. The people there seemed just like his old clanmates, but once more he didn't quite care about those around him. As long as they didn't get in his way, he wouldn't get in their's, and everything would work out nicely.

So BoneClan was.. adequate, to sum it up.

With a sudden gust of strong wind, Marius was ripped from his perch, giving a yelp of surprise. He claimed about as he tumbled through the air, but it was no use; luckily, the tree hadn't been too tall. Not to mention that he happened to land Bluepaw, who was sleeping or something below. The scrawny tom barely weighed more than a feather, so his landing probably didn't hurt her, but it was still humiliating to be seen doing something as dumb as falling out of a tree. Ears warming, he would hastily roll off of the tiger, hopping to his paws. "Hey!" he huffed, as if it were her fault.

[ don't worry, it's an easy mistake cx and don't worry abt it !! ]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius knew that there was probably some underlying motive for Rixalea here - he had gotten the same feeling when Swansong had offered to train him. What was it with his siblings and wanting to change him? He wouldn't meet his sister's gaze, but instead wiped away some blackish blood that had begun to trickle from his nose. He sat up and pulled his paws close to his chest, examining his ankle with a wince. "Damn it!" he squeaked angrily, "I think it's.. broken, or something. Now I probably won't be able to train for months." In truth it was only a minor sprain, but it was just like Marius to assume the worst.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius, still clutching at his throbbing ankle, felt his cheeks warm at Rixalea's eye roll. He squinted at her, drawing his lips back in a half snarl. "How the hell do you expect me to work on my immune system?" he huffed; what did that even mean?! The idea of a 'crutch' to fall back on seemed nice, but like Rix had said, his was crap from the demon sickness. When she mentioned this, his expression darkness. He hated when any sort of weakness of his was mentioned, but considering that there were a lot, it was hard to avoid. He flicked his tail, breath hitching in his throat. "Y-You promised you wouldn't kill me!" he protested with a squeak.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Haha, time for me to kick some ass!" Marius growled, a grin stretching across his face as he hopped over. He didn't know who RiverClan was, and he didn't care - he just wanted to prove himself to both his new clan and his mother back in the Skulls. Little did he know that the odds were very much against him actually going; to start, he was only five moons old and had absolutely zero training. Not to mention he was the size of a three-moon-old and practically a bag of bones with asthma. He'd been born in a body unfit for his.. fiery personality, it seemed.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]ha h
poor marius
uncle at five months old
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"What's the point? Fighting those things won't do anything to help. They can't fight back. It's just dumb." Miraculously enough, Marius' huge mouth had yet to get his scrawny ass kicked. There had been times where it had seemed close, but never had anyone actually lashed out at him in anger. Would that change? Definitely. When? Probably soon. Maybe even at that moment.

The runt, who wasn't even the size of Lovino's front paw, was glaring up at said tiger with a challenging glint in his blood red eyes. He wasn't necessarily looking for a fight, per se - even he knew that he would be setting himself up for an early death at this point - but he was simply.. talking. Put plainly enough, the boy lacked a filter. He thought about what he wanted to say, and then he said it - no matter how rude the words happened to be.

This would likely be his downfall, in the end.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Ironically enough, back when Marius had joined only a few days prior, the first words to slip from his mouth were complaints about the 'slow service.' It seemed, then, that he and Adam were two very different people.

Said runt would approach with a frown creasing his face, half-lidded crimson gaze focused on Adam, neck craned back to look him in the eyes. He was a scrawny little brat, but he walked with the confidence of the strongest warrior - and spoke as if he had actual strength to back him up, not to mention. But this stranger had yet to witness any of his attitude.. yet.

That wouldn't last long.

The boy tipped his chin back, brows furrowing. He really did has better places to be than this. "What do you want?" he huffed, youthful voice flat. "If you're joining or whatever, you're nshouldve just said it right away. Would've made things a lot quicker, and I have other things to be doing. I hate waiting."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius simply gave an annoyed - and rather loud - groan as he approached, glaring daggers up at Gorsha. Why did it seem like he was always around when a stranger showed up at the border? And why were people so attracted to clans, anyway? They were boring. And dumb. The kid knew that his attitude would likely get his runty little ass beaten some day, but he didn't care. He could take it - whatever it ended up being.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Wow. Hilarious joke." Marius' words, as bitter as ever, carried over before the kit himself had even appeared. He would stalk over just a moment later, half-lidded gaze just grazing over the stranger at the border before settling on Kaitlin. There was a frown on his face. "Really. I'm dying with laughter." His snark was directed at the chihuahua, not Draya. He would only accentuate his sarcasm with a quick eye roll before craning his neck to look up at the pit bull. "Yeah, what she said," the undersized kitten grunted, jabbing a paw in Kait's direction.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"That's a really stupid reason," the boy would scoff. There was that nickname again. Kid. Why did everyone call him that? He was young sure, but did that really need to be pointed out? It was annoying, and just plain condescending. But whatever. A pout etched into his face, he would continue to flare up at Adam for a few moments, whiskers twitching. "Anyway, I can't really make you leave, so.. you're in. Welcome, to BoneClan, glade to have you, blah blah blah." His youthful voice was flat and bitter. "Name's Marius. Elite fighter-in-training, so don't piss me off. Now that that process is over, can I leave now?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Hey, pal. "Out of context, Marius' words may have seemed kind, or friendly, even. But his youthful voice was laced thick with snark, a low growl bubbling in his throat. He was heard only moments before he was seen; the undersized kit approached then, walking N with a gait that looked like it should've belonged to a 500-pound tiger, not some scrawny little kid. He stared up at Elijah was ner owed crimson eyes, a frown etched across his face. Why was he always the one to greet joiners? "Are you gonna stand there sighing all day, or are you gonna tell me why you're here?"
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/ ninja'd

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius tipped his chin back and pouted, fixating Elijah with a glare. So he was one of those people, then. 'Respect your elders, kids!!' Well what if he didn't want to? In Marius' opinion, no one deserved respect for simply existing. They had to earn it. "Make me," he huffed, "I'll show you respect when you pr- hrk-!" The boy gave a rather undignifying squeak as he was promptly elbowed in the side. He scowled at Kaitlin, flashing her an angry look. "H-Hey, watch it!" he protested, a growl bubbling in his throat.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius felt his face warm, both with anger and embarrassment, at Kaitlin's response to his sarcasm. What?! She was supposed to be mad at him or something, not.. brush it off like that! He glared at her, lashing tail tail. "W-Whatever, shut up!" the kit snapped, not used to that kind of reaction to his words. Damn was this frustrating.

As Draya spoke, he looked back to her, an annoyed expression still etched across his face. He gave an impatient huff. "It wasn't a comedy special, it was just her being dumb. Anyway, name's Marius. Elite warrior-in-training, so try not to piss me off." Was he really an 'elite warrior-in-training?' No, not even close. Hell, he wasn't even an apprentice yet, and he was way too small and scrawny to actually be considered a worthwhile opponent. But he could tell people that, and so he would.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius himself wasn't mortal - not entirely, at least. That was pretty hard to believe, even for him. He had known creatures of other worlds to be powerful, legendary beings, and he was, in the bluntest of terms, not that. Half the size of a normal kitten his age, he was a tiny little runt and a sack of bones who wouldn't last more than three seconds in a real fight. But he was a half-demon - a carciphona - nonetheless. It was funny how his half-immortal side actually seemed to sap his strength, instead of the other way around. The demon sickness has sapped a lot out of him; he had a weak respiratory system, and an even less functional immun system. His growth had been stunted long ago, and he would soon discover his own hemophilia. But his demon half also gave him his fiery temper, his attitude, and.. well, everything that made him him.

Speaking of attitude, Marius approached Shadowbinder with a confidence in his gait that should not have belonged to a kitten being stared down by a beast easily a hundred times his size. He would offer her nothing but a frown and a disinterested crimson glare, taking a slow seat. "You know what I want, right? Or are you stupid? Are you just gonna sit there staring, or will you give me your name and business?" he squeaked.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Only then did Marius seem to notice how.. strange this creature was. There was a certain aura about her, a certain energy that engulfed her and swirled around her - some hidden power, and he could sense it. He tipped back his chin, heart fluttering as Shadowbeinger lowered her head to look him in the eyes. 'I'm not even the size of one of her teeth,' he noted to himself, with more jealousy than fear behind the thoughts. He wanted nothing more than to be big and powerful - like Shadowbringer. Like his own mother. Like his siblings. He wanted power.

The little tom took a single step back as the dragoness opened her mouth, more out of instinct than anything else. He feared her, if only for the strange power that seemed to surround her. It stirred up his demon soul, which usually lay tucked away in the back of his mind. It brought forth the aggressive whispers that so often plagued his dreams. He felt a shiver run down his spine as the massive creature blocked out the light of day.

Her words had almost slipped past him, but he comprehended them with a quick flutter of his eyelids. He would frown. "..R-Right. Whatever. I guess you can join. I'm Marius, don't forget it." He would pause for a second, swallowing hard, eyebrows furrowing. "Bu the way, you're drooling," he would add, youthful voice flat.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius was in the same boat as Butterscotch - he couldn't defend himself, not at all. He was a miserable little whelp and the runt of his litter, barely a sack of bones. He had respiratory problems and a failing immune system and hemophilia. But, very much unlike the other BloodClan kit, he had a fighting spirit. He was a warrior stuck in a weakling's body.

Which was why he dashed into the battlefield as if he was a 500-pound tiger.

The boy held a fire in his crimson gaze, grinning eagerly. His demon side was sifting inside of him, urging him to sink his claws into something. He would search for any Exiler open to attack, no matter their size or presumed difficulty.

/ open to capture
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