[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Welcome to SunClan !
The young Labrador approached, vivid yellow eyes glancing at everyone around before resting on the joiner. "Welcome, Nyoko. I'm Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy - Lucifer, please."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Lucifer sarcastically rolled his eyes at Castiel's explanation, tut-tut-tutting until he finished. "Mmhm, sure" he muttered as the cat got out of the water. The male watched the other, dismissively itching his ear. "Yeah, you didn't like pompous tart, either." he sighed dramatically. "Nah, man. Anyone can poof in and out of existence. Now sure, I may believe in there being an up and downstairs, but I don't think any of them are walking in between. If you can turn water into wine, though, that'd be pretty damn cool."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Lucifer padded over, hearing the conversation. "How do you think you'll die?" he asked, raising his nonexistent eyebrows.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy. Lucifer, please. Nice to meet you." the dog muttered distantly, not quite focused on the conversation.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]However interesting it would be, Lucifer was not the fabled archangel. He was merely a young dog stuck with that name - cursed with it, as others liked to say. He rather liked the name - his name. He hated, however, when it was called a misfortune. Or when it was shortened because the longer version was such an insult. Ignorance, more like it.
"Gunter glieben glachen globen," he murmured as he wandered towards the trio, not noticing any of the intensity between them. "Hey feather boy," he muttered to Castiel, raising his eyebrows before looking at the visitor. "Welcome to SunClan, as Phantom said. I'm Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy, Lucifer, please."
fu ck man
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]it's alright
A sigh was expressed at the request of a nickname. "No, just Lucifer." he muttered, trying to think how to describe himself en detalle. "Hm. My favorite color is red. I have not lived long enough to experience all of the seasons, but winter sounds fun. I like to be cold. I'm pretty damn good at playing the piano, as well as singing - at least in my opinion. I don't have many friends, partly because I don't talk to many people. I have a sister. How did I get here? I was born, I guess." The dog paused, legitimately not knowing what else to say. This was harder than he thought. He waited for a few seconds, before finalizing. "Classic rock is the best damn music. And I think that's it. What about you?"
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The young dog padded over, wishing everyone luck and safety.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Hit me up," the dog muttered as he approached, sitting next to Par.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Lucifer approached, giving a small greeting to Partyanimal and Bronwyn before sitting down. Sometimes he wished these strangers would just list their name and business as soon as they reached SunClan territory - nobody would be awkwardly waiting around.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Hearing the loud commotion of unfamiliar voices, the young dog approached. He frowned, vivid yellow eyes glaring at the group of idiots. "Name and business, you rowdy bunch of asswipes." he muttered, a long sigh coming afterwards.
rushed oops
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The dog sighed, somewhat upset that a group this large was suddenly joining. He knew it be good - great - for activity and all, but something about this group was off. Annoyed, the kid sat down, once again glaring at the newcomers before introducing himself. "Yeah. I'm so overjoyed to meet all of you. My name is Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy. Please call me Lucifer." Hesitantly, he finished, "Welcome to SunClan."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]"Yeah?" he growled, looking at Whitedove. "I'm the one being rude, eh? At least I'm making such a loud ass racket, probably scaring the prey off for miles away. Yeah, and I'm the one being rude? Blasphemy." The fur along his backbone was beginning to raise, and he slowly grew further agitated. "Do not call me Lucy. I hate nicknames." he growled towards Link, British accent and all. He needed Bronwyn. Or Par. They'd calm him down.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Lucifer growled at Youtube, about to retort when he felt a tap on his back. A familiar scent filled his nose, and he turned to face Par. "F-Finally, you're here." he muttered, staying quiet until Frank spoke. "First off," he growled, hair raising again, "I'm gay. Second, I have more dignity than that. I'm not some low scumbag like you, feeding off the fright of others. Stay the f*ck away from me, unless you want your damn tongue cut out in the middle of the night." Hell, he was so angry, there could be smoke flying out his damn ears. He gave a small smile to Jack before stomping away, nearly every hair raised.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]satan?
anyway, i'm good, tired, but good. you?
gotchu m8
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Reputation may deny it, but Lucifer did have a heart. He didn't show it much, especially to those he deemed unworthy of it, but he still had one - even if he absolutely hated a clanmate, he would rather not watch them suffer, no matter any threats he dealt (not that he hated Seasalt).
So, as the muffled noises of an attack reached him, and the scent of blood hit his nose, the dog went full sprint. Questions flooded in his mind, wondering if he was too late or if he'd be blamed. More and more questions flooded in until he reached the victim.
"Sh-Sh*t" he muttered, "Are you alright?" was the first question he asked, even though many more waited to be asked. If only he was older, he might have gone after the attacker, but there was no use in getting yourself killed. He didn't wait for a reply, and muttered quickly before running off, "I'll go get a medic."
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]i feel you, man. i want to sleep, but this insomnia sh*t won't allow it. i've gotten at most six hours of sleep in the last two days. goodnight!
luc kinda hates him lmao
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]friendship or see-where-it-goes thread with lucifer? jack's the only one he likes out of the youtube invasion lmao
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]Smelling the stranger's scent, the young lab trotted over, sitting down before greeting the newcomer. "Hello and welcome to SunClan. I'm Lucifer Morningstar Gruchy, Lucifer please. If you want a tour of the place, I'd be glad to give you one." Unfortunately, though, the voice wasn't completely right. Some characters in the clan were pretty obnoxiously rude, including Lucifer - though he was mainly rude when the other(s) deserved it.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]The young Labrador let the salty water soak his pelt, relaxing in the shallows just off the beach. It was nice here, somewhat secluded from the craziness that ensued in SunClan. The sounds of the waves rushing in and pulling out calmed him down, and he liked the feeling of the squishy wet sand under his webbed paws. When he finally plodded out of the shallows, and shook off the excess water, he sat down facing the sea, humming some Lynyrd Skynyrd song.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt ; text-align: justify ; color: #000000; margin-top: -4px; margin-bottom: -4px;]i will, thread
