Posts by Cosmonaut

i. cosmonaut
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male, melanistic serval
loner

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testing

for specific posts you'll want to copy the time stamp, which i've circled here as an example: http://i.imgur.com/FEsqQ3T.png

using what chaileo posted above you can reach the example post above by clicking here!

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The crick, crackle, crunch of gravel grinding under wide black paws would fill the empty space in a wandering Serval's rounded ears. Nose as dark as charcoal stayed pointed toward the ground out of sheer curiosity as they walked over the patchy stretch of foreign path material. Ever bright the pale moon cast its cool silver filter on blades of dark green grass and ancient foliage, lighting the way between brief bald spots in the broken trail. The stars were out and not a single cloud could be seen on this night of a million stars. Only night owls and lonely souls found themselves wide awake at such a late hour and the wandering wildcat was only one of them- can you guess which one?

The thick pads which cushioned his toes had grown used to all sorts of painful walking tortures- this was easily one of his easier walks thanks to nature's takeover. Weeds and grass had long since sprouted up beneath the loose little stones, which planted the idea in their brain that perhaps nobody actually lived around the area. It wasn't such an uncommon occurrence, wandering for days without finding a place to stay; often paths were long abandoned and led to nothing but a skeletal building, his arrival several decades too late. As disheartening as it was to travel so long without finding civilization his gangling legs pushed forth. Turning around was not allowed until one reached the end of the road on Cosmonaut's travels.

While the times he actually found something at the end of the line were out weighed by instances where nothing but a bare field met him, it only made finding the odd clan ever sweeter- or smellier, in this case. Out of nowhere the terrible smell to end all smells slapped him across the face and sent him reeling backward. Where did it come from? Had he fallen asleep walking? Dozens of thoughts buzzed about his brain like a hive of angry bees as the young male made sure to take a few wide steps back so as not to fall blame to the cruel "you crossed our border by two millimeters" trick. Piss, shit, and rot were the prominent ingredients which made up the apparent border marker. He thought some sort of barbaric slaughter must have gone down nearby considering he was too far off to have stumbled upon the Exiles once more, but he stood his ground regardless and begun to play the waiting game for either a crazed murderer/murderess or an Exile-esque stranger to find him.

In the mean time he would set his velvet pouch of belongings down and get comfortable.
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"Name and business", the sole phrase which he could properly articulate from past experiences. Every single group asked him that exact question whenever he found himself standing on borders- it was like some sort of pass phrase. Cosmo wondered if clan animals all agreed on it at a mass meeting of sorts back in ancient times. "Cosmonaut. I come to stay here-" Slowly he shifted his mismatched gaze from the ground to lock eyes with a canine-feline-avian abomination. Its unblinking eyes acted as the rotten cherry on top of a sour sundae, and he ultimately averted his own eyes elsewhere - it wasn't as if Haiiro could tell he was doing so anyhow.
Considering he still had his skin intact, his night seemed to be happily headed in the direction of an Exile-esque group rather than a crazed murderer encounter. A sloppy grin curved into his muzzle and showcased a set of bright white fangs, lighting up his heavily accented voice as he said with a confident nod "-few days. I do not speak English free, I am Russia." In one go he shot up into a standing position and inched forward to teeter on the edge of no man's land and Elite territory, scooping up his pouch while eagerly awaiting the stranger's next move with a wagging stump tail; his muscles were all wound up like tight springs in anticipation. Would they let him in? Make him run for the hills with teeth snapping at his heels? This was without a doubt his favourite part about border meetings.
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probs placing this dude here permanently after a few days
he's my newest challenge 'cause losing his backstory with 5k+ words really hurt lmao :^)

anyways, hey y'all what's good?
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Immediately after picking up a positive response in regards to staying he would hop across the border with the same goofy grin stuck on his maw. Paws excitedly bounced about in a tight circle on the previously forbidden land until they faced the more-or-less friendly greeter. Despite feeling an edge of uneasiness around blind folks, Cosmo did his best to look at him while he talked since everyone deserved a little respect; his sights ended up settling on the tips of Haiiro's ears. "Thanks you friend," he spoke as clearly and careful as possible, keeping to a slow pace for the sake of his new acquaintance, "name?" Now that a new place to stay had been successfully clinched the second phase was now underway: learning about the locals. If he hated them, it was time to leave. If he found them to be interesting, making his stay permanent would be the next order of business; the bright eyed traveler had an inkling that this strange place could very well turn out to be the latter if the mansion looked the way its surroundings smelled.
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Dull charcoal claws tapped and scratched against each step on the descent from a higher floor, paw steps placed awkwardly as the body attached was severely inexperienced with climbing down staircases. The two at a time scramble was anything but graceful and it was a miracle that Cosmonaut hadn't tumbled or crashed by the time he found himself standing on the smellier than usual main floor. Since his nose had already started to go blind after only staying one night in the Elitist mansion, he completely over looked what was leading up to a bright red display of gore and corpses; it wasn't until he saw the first grouping of gruesome decorations that his brain started to think that something was up. What really confirmed his suspicions was the slick floor which he slipped and slid across until crashing into a wall somewhat close to the box where a twisted husky stood practically bursting at the seams with excitement.

His first attempt to stand up was hasty and it ultimately resulted in him crumpling back to the floor like an overly dramatic cartoon character; he would definitely have to be more careful next time. And careful he was, for the second standing attempt would prove successful as he pushed up and immediately regained his bearings by standing still for a moment. Mismatched green and gold eyes focused in on Sebastyn as he turned to face him- he decided this must be who was responsible for the hall's redecoration. Despite not being too twisted in the head himself, Cosmo thought participating in this "capture the flag" event would help him to better understand Elite culture (so far all he had picked up was that they must have a storage full of bodies and blood somewhere).

Somewhere behind him another member of the Elite appeared to be having some sort of breakdown, but he wasn't sure whether or not that was apart of their unique culture so he decided against interrupting and stuck to his own plan. Black stump tail wagging, the intrigued Serval left behind his wake of smeared blood and managed to approach the game host with a look that said "count me in" before coming to a slow stop in front of him. In fear of falling back to the floor and covering the other half of his body with questionably fresh blood, he opted to remain standing instead of taking a seat for the wait.
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Haiiro. A singular name without a typical prefix or suffix word, indicating the group he was about to blindly dive into was likely of neutral or anti-clan status- stuffy pro groups seemed to always have two part names. Cosmo wasn't such a huge fan of them. "Haiiro. I am leave now." He figured announcing his departure would be the right thing to do in case the youth failed to realise his sudden absence and struck up a conversation with thin air. Just after he shifted his shoulders in preparation of a turn, a small frown pressed his eyes into narrowed slits as he prolonged his stay for a moment longer. Haiiro didn't exactly seem like much of a conversationalist anyhow, but neither was he; this tidbit of knowledge would definitely be remembered for their next meetup.
Then in one fluid movement the underweight Serval broke from the ice which froze him in a suspended pose of curiosity and snapped his studying stare, twisting around to face the direction which he had initially been pointed in. With a single bound to start off the somewhat short run to shelter, he was gone in a flash.
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Only a fleeting glance would be spared for Caleb, as Cosmonaut thought they were a total space cadet for standing around so much. What were they thinking about? Sadly he didn't have the ability to read minds so Lucius' bone painting activity would ultimately garner his undivided attention. A furry snake was bleeding pretty colours similar to the small number of containers filled with highly pigmented goo which were lined up across the floor, but something told him he should refrain from being so forward to use bodily fluids as paint. Instead his left paw dunked into the pretty blue variation of goo and hung in suspended motion for a moment. What was next?
A bone coloured with freshly placed orange paint sat next to the activity starter's paws and he was able to catch on from there. Over to the right messy piles of tiny cat bones littered the floor alongside larger canines, but it was the smaller teeth which caught his wandering eye. Plop, plop, plop, went a scattering of assorted dog teeth as they were dropped one by one into the waiting paw of wet paint. Carelessly he dumped them onto the floor in favour of washing off his stained black paw in the water and picking up some red shortly afterward. Turns out blue and red make a whole other colour, to which Cosmo stares in shock when his pile of teeth turn a nice shade of purple. Amazing! He nudges Hollowvictory with a goofy grin curved into his maw, pointedly gesturing to his crazy discovery. Elitists were turning out to be an interesting bunch with their magic goop and bloody games of capture the flag.
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tracking for now
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he's here, he's queer, and he probably won't talk to u unless ur name is haiiro

my babe cosmonaut isn't actually mute, but he pretends to be 'cause his english is bad and i liked the idea of an excitable weirdo forcing his way into things without explanation oops. this is just going to be a sort of popup plotting thread tbh

what he's open to:
everything, but i'll throw in some ideas;

^{-smoking/high adventures
-special brownies
-y/c teaching him about Elite lore
-friends
-cosmo walks into y/c's dream
-one sided crushes (on y/c or him)}

what he's closed to:
death.
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Call him a snoop, but Cosmonaut was on the prowl in the Gothic mansion's gaping corridors. If a door was left unlocked he assumed it was free to open, and open he did as every room had the potential to hold clues regarding the Elite's strange fixation over blood and gore (or just a cranky member's sleeping space). Before he went ahead and joined he needed to make sure this wasn't some strange murder cult that required him to mindlessly kill, as suggested by their impressive supply of bodies and bones. The other explanation that he had came up with to explain his experiences thus far would conclude that Elitists had a ton of enemies - this seemed unlikely to him considering how few members they had to fight said opponents. It was a real head-scratcher for someone who couldn't understand English well enough to simply ask, which was why he gladly took to initiative to put together the puzzle himself.

Now most of the rooms were vacant aside from the rare furnishings (he assumed storage must be kept in a basement or something similar), so when he pushed open a door to find the furry snake admiring a decorated living space he was coloured both surprised and disappointed for this meant nothing would turn up on this particular floor. However, the surprise was a happy shade of yellow considering how he got to witness a resident at work. Seeing as this would be the second time someone was doing something creative, Cosmo was beginning to lean more toward the Elite being an artsy bunch; this put an easily earned grin to his chocolate stained maw.
Without so much as a knock to at least ask about entering, the curious serval walked straight in and inspected Baby's bed. He enjoyed how the skull looked like it was sleeping, so he opened up his velvet pouch and picked out a portion of the glow in the dark stars which he planned on decorating his own room with someday. While wagging his stump tail like mad he pushed the pile of pale white plastic shapes toward Baby and looked from the ground to its head area as a signal that he wanted to give them to it.
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A wall of gibberish, that's what Cosmonaut picked up as he strolled past the pair who stood by a gaping hole. Suddenly he came to a halt. Why was there a hole there? With a curious spark in his eyes he would turn himself back around to face Vic and Lucius, immediately trotting over to investigate. Though he couldn't understand the words which came from their mouths, he figured Vic was excited about something considering the tail wagging; perhaps they were digging for lost treasures? Now he was beginning to feel excited too, which flicked on the switch that sent his docked tail into a slow sweeping motion as he lowered himself to the ground for a better view of what was going on. He didn't want to miss anything whenever the strange doglike feline decided to dive back in for more.
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