Posts by Oona

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He'd left him. Not that they'd ever been a thing, but oh, Florian had loved that boy more than anything. Nero had been the blind tom's everything, his whole world, and when he'd lost his sight, all that had kept him hanging on was him; and then, all of a sudden, he'd left. Florian had come back from a spell of stagnation to find that his almost-lover had departed without even a goodbye, and it had crushed him. It had stolen from him every last scrap of confidence he'd held within himself, every bit of self-love that he'd managed to keep locked away within the confines of his beating heart. He'd been a ruin after Nero left, and he'd remained that way for months.

In a spell of crazed heartbreak, Florian had fled from the Skulls; he'd told no one where he was going, not Peachmoon nor Kleff, or even his sister, Leigh-Anne. Leigh-Anne. Her name burned in his mind; compared to what the knife-wielding tortoiseshell had become, he was goddamned pitiful. Leigh-Anne, deputy of PhantomClan. Leigh-Anne, mother of Loki and Marianastrench. Leigh-Anne, wife to Fisherking, and then to Jefferson. Leigh-Anne Candela, his very own sister, powerful, cunning, feared, and most of all, successful. She'd become something in life, and here he was, nothing more than a worthless speck on this dusty, cruel planet. Despite her love for her brother, she would always be the shining star of the litter, and of that, Florian would always be envious.

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trackin

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hey u two omg!
how are u guys?

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I FEEL U netflix is the gr8est

oh rip sends u virtual ice cream

im ok! im working on finishing this guy's bio so i can throw up a joining thread before i go 2 bed aa

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tfw u wanna write roy's joining thread but ur muse is Not Cooperating

oh shit what are u doin to him

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everything hurt.

his head throbbed; roy swore it felt like a tiny man had crawled inside of his ear and started pounding on the inside of his skull with a mallet. bang! bang! bang! his make-believe tormentor's imaginary hammer sounded, sending sharp, stabbing bolts of pain through his cranium. elsewhere in his body, more evidence of last night's escapades could be found: a long, thin scratch grinned crimson from his flank, and his fur was matted with clumps of dirt and blood. roy let out a whine. "shee-it." the boy groaned, struggling to sit up. "ah, ah, ah, okay, not gettin' up yet." the tom winced as he moved, his body tender with scratches and fresh bruises. roy was littered in minor injuries — a scrape here, a cut there — but, luckily enough, nothing seemed to warrant immediate medical attention. that much was good; it'd give him time to figure out where he was.

grunting every now and then with discomfort (he was, after all, feeling pretty worse for wear) roy lifted his muzzle to taste the air. it smelled strongly of something he couldn't identify; a thick, woodsy odor, something like sweat or blood mixed with that of the forest that surrounded him. a group, maybe? he thought to himself. there was something familiar about the scent, as if he'd been here before, and for a moment roy stared at the clearing surrounding him, desperate for some kind of distinguishing mark; a moment or two of observation revealed nothing, however. the boy shrugged, and chalked the feeling off to deja vu. it was just another forest, as far as he was concerned, inhabited or not.

roy dragged himself — grimacing all the way — toward a nearby marigold plant. gingerly, he nipped off a few leaves, and began chewing them for a poultice: he'd been through enough full moons to know that infected wounds could become dangerous if not tended to quickly. when the wad of chewed-up leaves and saliva had become large enough, he spat the mixture out onto a second, larger leaf, and began the process of applying it to his wounds.

^{ooc this post is Terrible ik but aa im still tryna get into his character weeps}

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Well, you're pretty fucked, Hurts like a motherfucker, I bet. Need an Aspirin? I have some stronger stuff too but -- Ah, I can deal some later, when the new shit comes in.

the boy whipped around to face dalliance; if not for the wad of half-chewed herbs in this mouth, roy would have yelped. what the fuck is that thing? he thought to himself, his honey-hued eyes staring blankly at the monstrous insect. it looked like a fly, he guessed, but about seven hundred times too large. realizing that he'd been staring, roy spat the rest of the mixture out, and mouthed a reply. "gonna have to pass on that one." the boy mewed. dalliance was right, he was in pain — but he wasn't keen on taking drugs from someone that looked like the love child of godzilla and audrey ii. "thanks for the offer, though." always better to be polite.

Gonna need a name and your business, kiddo. ah, right. roy nodded in response to dalliance's request. "my name's, uh, roy. resnik." he cleared his throat as he spoke his name, and extended a tentative paw toward dalliance; he wasn't all too excited about shaking one of the gigantic insect's massive feelers, but he'd been raised a gentleman ... sort of. he tried to be polite when he could be; it just made things easier. "i guess i'm looking for a place to crash while i patch myself up. got any room?" he caught sight of sylmae and jemma approaching from the corner of his eye, and diverted his attention from dalliance for a moment to offer the two a small nod of greeting.

as jemma approached, roy flashed her a quick smile — she seemed friendlier than the others, immediately lending a hand to dress his wounds. "please," the boy said, moving closer to make it easier for her to apply the poultice she was chewing. "that's kind of you. thanks," he added, shooting the girl an appreciative glance.

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you can find more information abt roy in his bio (x) or in his tags below & i'd prefer if you all made the threads! :3c

open to:
- acquaintances !
- friends
- enemies
- injury *
- capture
- death
- apprentices
- adoptive family *
- interaction
- au threads
- short-term relationships !
- long-term relationships ***
- litters
- other plots !

want ads:
- a best friend (0/1) * ! pretty self-explanatory; roy's on good terms with just about everyone he meets, but isn't really close with anyone, save for his best friend. i'm looking for a character in the same age range as roy to be his parter-in-crime & closest confidante. i'd like the friendship to develop over time ( aka thru a couple of private threads ) as well :3c
- a mother figure (0/1) * ever since running away from home as a kid, roy's been very disconnected from the idea of a family; he has biological parents and siblings, but he doesn't consider himself tied to them at all. i'm looking for an older female character who treats him like a son ( and who he, in turn, is very affectionate with and looks out for ) and who shares a close bond w him for this slot!
- a religious mentor (0/∞) ! in a broad sense, roy's very spiritual; he's a heavy believer in the concept of a supreme being and the idea of creation, and employs a henotheistic view on religion. in other words, he's open to all sorts of beliefs and is very interested in learning about rituals / practices / lore in general! he's very into everything supernatural and would love to hear from anyone ( be it religious authorities, witches, magic users, fortune tellers, etc ) on the subject.
- victims (0/∞) on full moons, roy becomes feral: he sheds his mind, his conscious, his thoughts, all semblance of who he once was. during his turn, he's violent, with little to no control over his animalistic impulses... this part of him is a massive source of guilt for roy, especially if he were to hurt someone. i think it'd be fun to have him injure ( or perhaps even kill ) a clanmate during one of his violent sprees.

^{* picky
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eskie!!! hey u!!! its cal omg

romans faus & roy could thread if u want!

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i jus joined sc yesterday omg
howve u been eee

romans can u make or should i? :0

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touches crims face

hi deer!

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Leblanc alright! i'm cool w that + aaa, definitely! if they click well i'm all 4 him filling the best friend slot

romans ooooo, we could do that - hm maybe if faustus did something obnoxious or rude or smth in front of roy i think he could grow to dislike him ?

Monaco ofc! that sounds good 2 me

can u all make the threads? :3c

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despite the barrage of welcome to scarclans and nice to meet yas and can i show you arounds, roy still felt like a fish out of water in his new home: the idea of belonging to a group, really belonging, just felt so ... foreign to him. for someone who'd been a nomad as long as he had, settling down left a bad taste in his mouth. it was odd, to say the least, but at the same time, comforting. it'd been a while since he'd last had a bed to call his own, a den roof over his head, as much as he wanted to fill his belly: he'd been given the typical newcomer's welcome of a meal and a nest, but roy felt like a king. it felt good, he mused, to be taken care of. it felt good to belong.

for a little while. the boy promised himself, blinking sleep from his eyes. as good as the grub was here, there was always next month's looming threat: how would his turn fare here? scarclan was too densely populated — someone would get hurt if he stayed, no doubt. i left to protect them, he thought with a soft sigh. i can't stay here too long. the grim reality of his "condition" in mind, roy swallowed his thoughts with a harsh gulp: he didn't like to focus on it too much. out of sight, out of mind, that was his motto; focus on something else and the big bad wolf didn't bother him much.

the dark brown tabby exited his den on white-tipped feet, trotting toward where the serval kitten sat. she was all alone; didn't she have siblings, or something? eyebrows furrowing a little — he didn't see anybody else around, and supposed he ought to play babysitter — he took a seat a few paces away, and cleared his throat to get charlize's attention. "whatcha 'doin?" roy mewed, honeycomb-yellow eyes fixed on the girl.

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ESKIE!! wb bab & oh no gl w getting ur sub back :0

charlie is a cute name omg

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he sounds precious awh omg sweater paws

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hey omg

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his handshake wasn't particularly strong, as he took the fly's outstretched limb in his own, and roy didn't linger too long — bugs are gross, the boy thought to himself — but it was a shake nonetheless. satisfied with his display, roy spoke again. "mm, pleasure's all mine," the dark brown tabby looked to the massive fly again, and the corners of his lips turned upwards as he mirrored the warrior's grin. roy broke eye contact only moments later, when cade's question reached him: how had he gotten his wounds?

for a moment, roy wasn't sure how he should answer. the truth was ridiculous enough to pass off as a joke — 'oh, yeah, every full moon i turn into a monster wolf for an unconscious night of unbridled mayhem and bloodlust, no biggie.' — the boy thought about it, but decided not to. he wasn't sure which impression that'd leave on his new clanmates: class clown or crazy? the boy cleared his throat to buy him a few more seconds of time to think. with a shrug, he looked to cade, and offered him his usual lie: "what can i say? i'm a klutz," the boy fibbed. he punctuated his words with a casual laugh, and acknowledged bruce — who seemed just as uncomfortable with dalliance as he initially did — with a small dip of his broad head.

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boops goldens nose
id offer a thread but we already have one lmao

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@ali sure! that sounds fine by me! do u want a thread & if so can u make ? :0

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hey alora omg