Posts by Bennett Wilde

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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Regardless of what happened in this clan, whether it be a plague or a haunting, Bennett did not care; he was here for one thing, and one thing only: a gay little husky who slipped through his fingers... or, toes, rather. It was quite unfortunate how Artpop managed to become a slick, greasy little monkey and weasel his way out of his life. Was he too rough? Did his punches sting too bad? Well, in reply to such stupid internal questions, the grey wold would reply with a simple yet harsh "get over it". Who cared about what the dog thought? He was just apart of the game of life.

Through connections he'd found his ex-boyfriend (or, technically, current boyfriend), and for a moment, he could not believe that he escaped the city to join these feral-fucks. What were they called? ShadowClan? Hopefully they weren't flimsy thin-skulled pansies, although their name did sound promising. Policies went through one ear and out the other; of course, he led a small gang at one point and he made his way through the top with his very successful drug cartel, but he did not know of high positions, or the difference between anti-clan and pro-clan. Why would he? He was a city boy, not a tree hugger. Oh, what a shame it was for Artpop to run to here... maybe the husky thought he wouldn't dare come near the clans.

Oh well.

Bennett hummed a rough tune with his deep and almost raspy voice, kicking dead plants off his feet whenever he trekked towards the border. Luckily, the strong scent of piss stopped him from entering the territory-- he did not know of boundaries and how important they were to clanners, but he knew when dogs peed everywhere, they liked to mark their territory... assuming this was the same thing, and because he didn't want to get on everyone's bad side, the lupine parked his ass down and waited for two minutes... but two minutes was all he'd give. After the two minutes was up, he'd continue on and try to find the bastard "Arty" himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]God, what an ugly cat. Negative thoughts filled the canid's head as he stared down upon the green and black feline, never before seeing an unnaturally colored creature-- unless you counted the stuffed animals that he tore up in parks, anyway. Half of him wanted to rip into the leader like he would back in the city, but the other half knew that this was a civilization, and he had to play nice. But playing nice wasn't what the drug lord intended to do-- he wasn't Sally Sunshine.

Letting out a little air from his nose, he finally answered to this cat. Socializing with such a small creature made him feel almost ill-- oh, imagine his face when he found that this was this group's leader. "My name's Bennett. I don't have a business. Lookin' for a home." He didn't know clan lingo. He didn't know people just came up to the borders and said 'joining!'. Nope, he just went about and did it his own way.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Bennett never had seen mythical creatures before, since he reckoned they ought to stay away from humans-- if a human caught sight of them, they'd probably go ballistic and try to capture one. Because, y'know, their sole purpose on earth is to spread misery and displeasure, those selfish little creatures. He had a few skirmishes with a few of those two-leg walkers. It was unavoidable, really, because of where he lived. But there were none here anyway, so that was the only thing he had to look forward to in this ShadowClan.

Hollyfrost's validation distracted him from her gigantic appearance-- it was easy to ignore it, anyway, with his quite large ego-- and it seemed as though he truly was in ShadowClan. Alright, good. He did not seem to notice how distrusting she was towards him already, and even if he did see it, he wouldn't care. "Oh, so this is ShadowClan? I was right?" He questioned mostly to himself, despite it being out loud. Honestly, finding this damned forest was hard to do... he shouldn't have killed his little "slaves". Shoulda' got directions from them. Whatever. He barely paid attention when she mentioned her name, although he caught clippings. "Okay... Holly." A grunt.

Another creature seemed to catch her attention now, surprisingly drawing his attention away from the large Kitsune. She seemed... youthful. Hyper. Luckily she wasn't really obnoxious, otherwise he probably would have literally stepped on her. His distaste for felines was strong, but he had to clearly put up with them for the time being-- at least, until he found Artpop. He didn't know what he was going to do to the damn dog yet, but he'd think of something. "Hmmm." The wolf would rumble, narrowing his eyes down at the apprentice. Hmmmmm. "I'll find my own way around, I guess. Thanks."

And then, unexpectedly, he caught sight of the creature he solely came here for-- his boyfriend, ex boyfriend, whatever. He didn't care about the husky to that extent; all he cared about what being his usual vindictive, vengeful self. So instead of a smile that would grace any lover's lips in a reunion, Bennett stared at the smaller canine with hot, molten eyes; no words had left his toothy mouth just yet, and instead, he seemed to snort just a bit. The snort was more forceful, however, and it seemed very petty; and then, as if to punish the husky, he turned his head and looked away, ignoring him for the time being. He would talk to Artpop when he wanted to. Right now, the husky would only get a taste of what was to come-- and later on, he'd get it. But not now. Not in front of everyone else, no. They'd probably instantly kick him out.

He turned fully away from Artpop and instead glanced over to the others that first greeted him. "I'll be seeing you all later, I guess." He grumbled, though quickly trotted off-- in the process, subtly, trying to shove his partner off to the side with a broad shoulder. "Oops." He would sneer as he glanced over, watching as the ShadowClanners grew smaller in his wake.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Ah, he remembered seeing young ones play this dumb game on sidewalks-- both humans and animals. However, he was not here to give any kisses-- in fact, he was here to keep a watchful eye on Artpop. Evil eyes peered from the shadows of where he sat, staring at the husky Assassin without once looking away. They were almost a warning sign; had he put his lips on anyone else, he wouldn't have lips anymore. Overprotective boyfriend, much? Well, truth is, he only wanted others to stay away because he saw the husky as his property, nothing more and nothing less. Maybe at one point he loved the other male back, but now, feelings were gone, replaced by a sea of hatred and negativity.

For a moment, however, Bennett's volcanic eyes shifted over towards Orangefluff and Pointpaw, noticing that it was the duo that had to kiss. The buff wolf couldn't help but think about how childish this game seemed to be, and how much he loathed being around these cats (and ShadowClanners in general). But all in all, he kept his mouth shut, sprawling his strong legs forward and pushing his pawpads through the dirt.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Lurking in the depths of the shadows was the brutish wolf, hiding beneath the temple's shadows and crawling through holes of missing stones. It was interesting to explore here-- in a weird way, it resembled his own home, except it wasn't as... modern. This place must have been built hundreds upon thousands of years ago, while his hometown was not too old. It wasn't big though, despite being probably twice as large as ShadowClan's camp.

Spotting Water, however, made the Grey Wolf stop; he stared at her and watched, eyeing her features momentarily before boredom overcame him. Still, she looked as if she were waiting for somone, and Bennett wanted to see if this was going to be worth his while. If no one came, maybe he'd try to drug her up and mess around with her... and maybe even do that in front of Artpop. Who knows.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He couldn't help but wonder who's bone it belonged to-- Not Henri's, obviously. Was the corpse nearby? With a sniff of the air, the wolf only detected the obnoxious smell of cat, beast, and ShadowClan in general... no death, no blood. Just a bone that the weird ShadowClanner was licking and gnawing at.

In silence, the silver and brown ticked beast has prowled forward, large pawpads making indents into the soggy dirt beneath. Instinctual dominance made Bennett want to snarl and wrestle Henri for the bone, but he swallowed the feeling down when he realized it would be pointless to fight over that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Oh, a part of him wanted to kick Bubblebreath in the head to see if he was awake, but when he saw the bag of fur and bones suddenly sweep himself off the ground, Bennett couldn't help but feel surprised by the sudden reanimation of the deputy. He was a small dog, and the small dog could easily be eaten by the big bad wolf... but yet again, having to chain himself backwards in order to prevent falling victim to his own foolishness, he kept his mouth snapped shut.

He carelessly glanced over the tombstone, grunted slightly when he realized he didn't care about the dead person, or anyone here for that matter. So why was he present? Well, boredom would strike easily. "Well, there is a name on the stone." His deep voice had sounded, sarcasm dripping from it and making his words sound more malicious than they intended to. His legs shook ever so slightly, to the point of which it wasn't even noticeable-- withdrawal symptoms were settling in from a lack of drug intake, although he hadn't realized this yet. Dammit, he just joined today, and already he needed the rush of that sweet coke... Maybe later.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]What a super, fucking happy reunion. Oh, what a drag. Bored of what was happening since none of it concerned him, the strong wolf yawned and allowed his yellow teeth to flash briefly behind pulled up lips. He wasn't sick. He joined towards the end of this plague. He hadn't eaten anything yet, either, so he wasn't effected-- but he'd be damned if he fell ill to the stupid sickness.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]God, sometimes he wanted to tear cats and small dogs into little itty-bitty bite sized pieces. Their size seemed to annoy him for some reason-- perhaps it was the need to feel dominant over them? Or maybe it reminded him of how he used to bully house pets, both feline and canine. In life, Bennett was just a complete asshole. Maybe his parents made him this way. Maybe the abuse made him want to abuse others.

A little gruff huff was expelled from his nostrils as he trotted and circled the group, resisting the urge to steal away the plush and rip it's stuffing out. But noooo, he'd be the bad guy. "Where did you get that in a place like this?" He asked in his deep, rough voice. It looked pretty new. Maybe some stupid shit-faced human was camping and dropped it somewhere on the outskirts of the territory.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He wouldn't help with the burial because he did not care at all for the pitiful existence of Grimpaw. What a shitty way to go. A snake bite? He would have stepped on the nuisance's head before he even got to him-- well, not really, since Bennett was quite stocky and a snake was pretty fast.

Bennett surfaced beside Artpop, staring at the husky from the corner of his eye for a good second. "That could be you." He would lean forward and whisper in his ear in such a low voice that nobody else could have possibly heard-- unless they were straining their ears, or paying a little too close attention to himself and the Assassin. These were the first words he'd spoken to his partner since his arrival. Oh, joyous, right?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Hmmm, look. An oldie. Oh wait! He didn't care. The wolf trekked up with a bitter expression, only watching from the back with vague interest. Bennett virtually had nothing to do, therefore he forced himself to be here and sociable.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He matched the deputy's narrowed gaze, squinting his eyes almost in a challenging way; what, did he read his mind or something? Man, he'd probably be pretty angry then, since Ben was a pretty bitter and heartless dude. It was amazing how he even made "friends" in the past. Not as close as the friend that made Bubblebreath's plush, but still.

Watching the interaction and falling silent, he decided that it was worth throwing in his name as well... to Bubblebreath, a fitting name for a fitting little pup. "I'm Bennett."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Cold, volcanic eyes were pinned to Artpop as he noticed the male a little too close to some other little shit; rage slowly built up within him, but it was all pent... pent up, trapped in a cage, locked in a chest. It wasn't good. The last time he'd done this, it didn't really end so well-- maybe that was why he took it out on others, so that it wouldn't all end in a cataclysmic explosion.

A low growl hooked in the wolf's throat as he choice to look elsewhere, ignoring the husky for the time being and joining the gigantic crowd. He... recognized the leader, and for a moment, he questioned why he was drawing a crowd. Was he a random member? Wait... leader? What the hell? Who made a cat leader? That guy must feel stupid. Was the only thought he added in.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]His excitement levels did not rise with the Pomeranian's, and instead, a hardened blank expression remained upon his handsome features. "It's alright, I guess." He could care less about his attitude-- if he wanted, he could probably eat the little guy whole... that is, unless some powers or whatever stopped him.

Unfortunately, he did not live by the same lesson Bubblebreath had been taught; instead, he was just generally mean all the time. He lived through constant abuse and neglect under his parents when he lived in a pack, and as a youngster would get involved in skirmishes. Sometimes he had things stolen from him. But that was long before he became a drug kingpin. After that, no one fucked with him in the city.

"Mmmm, I don't think you'd like it if I touched it." He then mused onward, waving a paw towards it casually. "I'd rip it up."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]With his arrogance and sharp teeth, he wouldn't be scared of a bear; his ego was big enough to feed starving children, and the thrill of a fight would only fuel his big-headed personality. It was unfortunate that the two hadn't clashed, but perhaps it was good at the same time. People change, and hopefully Bennett would too-- if not, it would be the literal death of him eventually.

Realizing that small talk had been installed in this little scenario, he couldn't help but let out a very soft sigh. He wasn't good at this. He wasn't really good at talking, which was why he never negotiated or changed prices for what he offered. But he was clever in other ways. Street smart.

"Thanks." He awkwardly replied, unsure of how to keep the fires of conversation fueled; a light frown was pulled on his features just then, and he decided that now was the time to go. "I guess... yours is fine too. Interesting, I... guess." God, this is painful.

Orange-yellow eyes shifted over temporarily to the cat, just staring at her for just a second. "Hi." He said he wouldn't touch it in order to prevent tearing it up, so he could think whatever he wanted. Eh, that was a cat for ya.

"Well. Okay. I'm leaving." And after a quick glance from the corner of his eye, the thick-furred wolf had soon turned on his heels and left very quickly in the opposite direction. Better than beating a dead horse.

OOC | of course, all opinions are in character! i usually don't like pointing that out but ben is such a negative character that i feel the need to this time lel

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]nooo are you permanently killing lemy? :^(

i have bennett though! he just likes instigating and causing general pain towards others, but he could be high enough off crack to want to castrate him

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Blood dripped from Bennett's moist, black nose as he let out an exasperated 'aaaah', having just inhaled the white, powdery cocaine. It would be within a matter of minutes where he'd feel lifted up and feelin' good, and finally happy; he didn't need to feel of the high in order to feel nice, although it was a nice touch to spice up such a sad, boring existence.

When the effects of the drug began to kick in, Bennett pressed his back to one of the walls outside of camp, lying his head in the grass and lolling his tongue out. He was very much well hidden. The only thing that would give himself away was his slight panting, and once someone saw him, they would easily recognized that he wasn't his usual self. Drool rolled off his silky pink tongue and his eyes seemed dazed; his body tingled and his tail was wagging slightly. Happy days, happy days.

Luckily, he was still partially functional, so if someone found him then he'd be able to communicate to a certain extent. But give him ten or so minutes and he'd be back down. He'd been doing this for so long that the high's length began to lessen, which forced him to crave it more and more.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]meet bennett, ur local shadowclan drug dealer
he's an abusive asshole who likes to beat up his boyfriend, do hardcore drugs, and generally just really bad things
he was an infamous drug dealer back in his city, but now he lives in shadowclan in order to get back at artpop for running away from him

he sells anything that varies from poppy seeds, catnip, marijuana to the hardcore stuff like cocaine and heroine. his price is either a night of sex (could result in litters if you want idk, he only has one body and its a wolf) since he doesnt care about artpop's feelings, OR weapons or anything interesting icly depending on what the character wants

if he just generally doesnt like your character, too, he could "accidentally" give them too much of a dose and make them OD