Posts by dean w.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]OPEN TO:

      [li]one-sided crush (he likes you, you like him)[/li]
      [li]two-sided crush[/li]
      [li]friends[/li]
      [li]acquaintances[/li]
      [li]plot/interactions[/li]
      [li]exploration[/li]


    ... anything not on the neutral to or not open to lists pretty much


    NEUTRAL TO:

      [li]enemies[/li]
      [li]capture[/li]
      [li]minor injury[/li]
      [li]major injury[/li]
      [li]torture[/li]


    NOT OPEN TO:

      [li]maim[/li]
      [li]rape[/li]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]After searching for his father for what seemed like years, the black labrador finally sat down, closing his vivid yellow eyes for a moment and yawning. What a great father that was, leaving his three month old children to waft around in a land full of places to get lost. Whatever, the dog thought, if his father wanted to be a deadbeat dad, he could go ahead and be one. Lucifer had more important things to do, like take care of his sister and piss people off.


    He yawned again, opening his eyes and looking around at his surroundings. The dog did quite enjoy it here, though, having three different islands to tramp around, although he had only tramped around the main one. But what was the point of living somewhere if he didn't know anyone? So that's what he intended to do, meet some fellow SunClanners.


    "Ah, hello?" came a british voice, "Yes, I'm Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy, and I'd like to meet some of these marvelous clanmembers I've been hearing about."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]OPEN TO:


      [li]one-sided crush (he likes you, you like him)[/li]
      [li]two-sided crush[/li]
      [li]acquaintances[/li]
      [li]plot/interactions[/li]
      [li]exploration[/li]


    ... anything not on the neutral to or not open to lists pretty much


    NEUTRAL TO:


      [li]minor injury[/li]
      [li]major injury[/li]
      [li]torture[/li]
      [li]enemies[/li]
      [li]capture[/li]


    NOT OPEN TO:


      [li]maim[/li]
      [li]rape[/li]
      [li]death[/li]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]NOT EVEN THE GOOD KIND OF ASS


    The black Labrador was drawn to this stranger's humorous dialogue, and quietly jogged towards him. He gave a small grimace at the dog's appearance, but offered him a small smile anyways. "Why hello, Merc." came a British voice, "I'm Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy, please be delighted in calling me Lucifer." He paused, taking another small glimpse at the dog's body before continuing. "I'm guessing you're here to join? If so, welcome to SunClan, love. If not, then, well - no welcome to SunClan."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The British dog gave a small nod to the new faces, returning a smile to both of them before responding. "Nice to meet you too, Par. And the same for you, oh dear marvelous SunClanner."


    please excuse this
    it's three in the morning aHHh

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]all of those sound fine to me. i'll make the threads after i've gotten some coffee, unless any of you want to conjure one on your own.


    i really like the world domination idea
    and the same thing with having a big sister look after him and try to influence him well and sh*t hits the fan


    my wording is so bad

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]A small, confused smile appeared when this angel called his name a misfortune. A misfortune! Sure, it was derived from the horrifically hellish, world-ending, father-hating Lucifer (sarcasm intended), but that didn't make the dog hate his name. Confusion, now mixed with anger, remained on his face as his British voice blurted out a flustered reply. "You're an angel? Yeah, and I'm Batman." he gave a soft chuckle, slightly shaking his head. "I'd also appreciate if you didn't call my name a misfortune." A misfortune! The audacity!


    Yellow eyes lighting up in anger, the dog smiled towards Scarletletter, nodding his reply.


    do you see that reference? small and idle

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The young Labrador jogged through the thick jungle, heading towards the river to drink a small amount of water. He did quite like the river, enjoyed that it would most likely keep flowing longer after everyone he knew died. A smile wiped over his lips as he bent down to take a drink, lapping up a small amount before returning to a seated position. His yellow eyes closed, and the Labrador just listened.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The dog sighed, still pissed at his father - no Slowmotion - for leaving his three month old children in a clan full of idiots. A growl aroused from his throat, and he had a large temptation to go trek after Slowmotion, but the dog didn't want to give his... father the satisfaction.


    So, instead, the black Labrador sat on the edge of the main island, leaving the thick jungle for a minute of subtle relaxation.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]A small yawn escaped from his mouth, pink gums revealing small white teeth. Sure, the dog didn't have the full set of canine teeth he'd like, but he knew they'd grow in soon. Hopefully. Standing up, the British kid spun around a few times before eventually finding a comfortable rotation, and laying down. The sand on the beach felt great, warm from the sun.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"No. No of course you don't." Luc chuckled out, relaxing his shoulders. "You been stuck in some golden plated place since the beginning of time, right? How could you possibly know Batman?" The dog shook his head again and watched Lawrence talk about not being marvelous and sympathy for this angelic psychopath. "Well it's nice to meet such a marvelous character like you, Law. But I don't think that this..." the dog looked at Castiel for a moment, yellow eyes shining with amusement. "Pompous tart is actually an angel." His British voice kept reaching it's maximum high notes as the dog continued to grow bewildered. He turned to Omorose, watching as the fellow stranger toddled his way to this nonsexual orgy, giving a small smile. "Nice to meet you too, love."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Watching the small pup approach, and question who the hell Batman was, the dog wanted to ram his head into a brick wall until it exploded like a f*cking watermelon. Yeah, sure, Seasalt was young, so maybe she had an excuse. And, if Castiel really was a feathered asshole, he had to have enough damn time to educate himself in basic human indulgences.


    "Yeah," came his British voice, "Hell yeah, Batman is in this clan." he said to the small pup, turning towards Tsukishima. "Nice to meet you."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]( no probs )


    At each beat of the waves, the dog grew more and more relaxed, continuously forgetting about his missing father - about Slowmotion and his great trek to SkyClan. Each wave took a small amount of those thoughts and they just went poof! Gone. The sun added more to this, warming the sand around him, and warming him too. He was honestly in complete tranquil.


    And then something poked him.


    The dog grunted, and shut his yellow eyes even tighter. He focused harder on the waves. One swoosh, swoosh out. Two swoosh, swoosh out.


    Another poke.


    "Jesus on a frying pan, what do you want?" came his British voice, irritance clearly overtaking his usual calm demeanor. "Oh. I thought you were some angry rabbit looking for revenge. Heh. You're Gwendlyn right? Something like that." Lucifer put his head back down, mumbling the next question. "Again, whatcha want?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Creepy was his first thought.


    For a moment, after the leopardess finished speaking, the dog hesitated sitting up and looking her in the face to respond. Talk about himself? What was there to say? All he really had was a deadbeat dad who moved to f*cking SkyClan, an almost enemy who had no idea who the hell Batman was, and a full of f*cking strangers.


    "A-Ah." he muttered, sitting up to look the feline in the face. "The rabbit? I mean, I probably ate it's f*cking spouse. As for me, I'm three months old. What about you? You must be fifty." Oooh. He might regret saying that later, but eh. You only live once, right? "I don't have much to say for myself. My dad ran off to some sh*t clan. I barely know my sister. Everyone that exists in the clan has no education on the modern world." Ha! Castiel. Feathered asshole.


    "Yeah," he nodded "That's the great old me. Now what about you? Are you the pedophile my dad is supposed to keep me away from? Why the hell do you want to know me?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The labrador was just about to bend down for another sip when he heard his quite eloquent name. "Yeah, that's me. You're Partyanimal, or Par, if I recall correctly." he responded, yellow eyes meeting the feline's. "Why are you asking?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Eh, I don't think my name is that hard to forget. Some might want to forget it, but..." the British voice stopped suddenly, as the dog focused on a fish pod moving it's way down the river. "A-Ah, sorry. Anyway, I'm good I suppose. You?" He didn't want to bring up the whole drama with his father to someone who probably didn't want to know about Lucifer's daddy issues. So, he just put on the most convincing faux smile he could, and waited for Par's response.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]y e s p l e a s e


    could you do luc? he's just a black labrador with bright ass yellow eyes (#eaec00 if you need a hex)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Hm. People with no common sense, I guess. I'm like walking heroin, very habit forming. It never ends well." he chuckled out, watching another pod of fish swim by. "Say, what is your favourite place to hang out? I haven't been able to explore much, this damn jungle is too thick for me to remember where I have and have not ventured yet."