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○ "blood on my name" - the wright brothers
○ "barton hollow" - the civil wars
○ "full circle" - half moon run
○ "tear you apart" - she wants revenge
○ "wolf like me" - tv on the radio
○ "run" - kill it kid
○ "werewolves of london" - warren zevon
○ "let's kill tonight" - panic! at the disco
○ "bring me back a dog" - iamx
○ "marked man" - lieka pauley
○ "demon" - kandle
○ "wolf" - first aid kit
○ "in the woods somewhere" - hozier
○ "me and the devil" - soap&skin
○ "patron saint hunter" - timbre timbre
Posts by Oona
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○ altar boys, altered boys
○ rocks taste delicious
○ like kanye
○ we're from kansas city
○ who run the world
○ you're gonna go far, kid
○ you're a heartbreaker
○ weekly tasks 6/27 - 7/4
○ we're already in hell
○ let's kill tonight
○ hollow moon
○ in the darkness○ key: private open important
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the snow severely limited his movement: roy wasn't keen on shoveling out a new path, so he stuck to the trails. the boy walked where the snow was thinnest, beaten down by the coming-and-goings of scarclanners traversing the territory. the ground underpaw was bitterly cold — his soft pawpads would be red and sore with chill, soon — but the dark brown tabby couldn't spend another minute cooped up in his den. he was growing restless. his injuries had kept him off his feet for long enough already; roy just wanted to get back into the swing of things, doctor's orders be damned.the path winded through the trees, coming to an abrupt halt at the mouth of a clearing, where the snowfall wasn't as thick. gingerly, he stepped into the snow. roy shivered, unaccustomed to the icy terrain — he'd been raised somewhere decidedly warmer. he spotted the bloody studentpaw lashing out at a pine tree, and furrowed his brows. what'd mother nature ever do to him? roy joked to himself. he could tell what the serval was doing (practicing, by the looks of it) but found humor in it anyway... he let out a small puff of air, shrugged his shoulders, and moved toward the apprentice.
"ouch," roy mewed, flicking his tail to point at the other tom's scrape.
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same here aa how have u been omg -
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he was grateful, for once, for dalliance's shenanigans — as ridiculous as roy thought he was, he was an excellent distraction. eager to keep his mind off of the wolf standing a few paces from him, the boy grunted, raising an eyebrow in response to the fly's energetic retort. he shook, as if trying to shed the fear that had plagued him just moments before. "must be my lucky day, then." the dark brown tabby commented with a small grin, eyes still fixed on the waterborne fly. he didn't seem to react to edgar's threatening paw, and roy was confused for a moment, before giving up on the idea with an amused grunt. dalliance was drunk as a fiddler: he wouldn't have recognized his death if it had slapped him in the face. or, in his case, loomed over him."alright, phelps, keep it up," roy huffed, honey eyes lazily following as dalliance's makeshift glass raft moved about inside the bottle. much to the amusement of the small group that had gathered — or, at least, to roy's amusement, but the scattered laughs from the group were encouraging — the drunk insect seemed to be having the time of his life. "dunno, should we? he said he could swim," the boy joked. his lips curled upward in a grin for a moment, before he spoke again. feelings toward dalliance aside, he was a clanmate — clanmates didn't let clanmates baptize themselves in cheap vodka. "nah, someone oughta fish him out."
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hi beatles! :3c -
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hey monaco!dizzy & roy could have a thread, if u want!
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hey marsy omg ;3c -
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thread w roy? im not really sure abt anything specific plot-wise, we could see how they get along :0 -
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he'd spent most of the morning asleep, nose tucked under his plume of a tail: he'd woken up too late for the early patrols and too early for the late ones, and with no other responsibilities, a sleep-deprived roy had shrugged his shoulders and tucked himself back into bed. it was near midday now, and the sleepy tom had just woken up... "mmm," he exhaled, honeycomb eyes drifting upward. the sun was perched high in the sky: "noon already." roy observed, heaving himself onto his paws and stretching. he supposed it was high time he got out of bed, so the boy trotted on white-tipped paws toward joey. meet and greet? he thought to himself, taking a seat a few tail-lengths away from the dog. sounds easy enough.he regarded quickkit and joey with an easy grin, before catching sight of edgar in the corner of his eye. roy's smile quivered: he was always wary around wolves, and that particular pup was no exception. he'd run into him a few times before — most recently, when dalliance had gotten drunk and nearly drowned in vodka — and that made his discomfort no easier to bear. it was an irrational feeling, roy knew, (and an ironic one), but it was something he just couldn't swallow. uncomfortable, he scooted away from edgar, closer to joey, lips pursed.
ooc I DIDNT SEE UR POST OURO IM SO SORRy edited
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sure, i wouldn't mind an open thread :3c -
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Hello. I'm Joey Praelium.roy struggled to focus on the dog's voice — that was why he was here, after all. this ' meet and greet ' session. this is more important than wolfy over there, the boy thought, trying to reason with himself. quit being a pussy and focus on something else, little red. with an uncomfortable gulp, the thick-furred tabby attempted to swallow his thoughts. "joey praelium, huh?" he mewed. his usually sleek voice shook a little, but he disguised it as a cough. "oh, i'm a praelium on my mother's side," quickly, he attempted to distract himself by starting a conversation with the other male; it'd be something else to think about, at least.
it worked, at first: he hadn't thought about his mother in a while. valerie. roy rolled her name around on his tongue. valerie praelium was no more familiar to him than a stranger — though by no fault of her own; he'd run away from home of his own accord — someone he could only loosely identify. he bore her no ill will nor no love, roy supposed... he was neutral on the subject of his parents. they'd given him life, and played little more a role than that. roy spoke again. "...and an umbra on my father's." funny, how he didn't carry either name, instead branding himself resnik, some small act of rebellion against the family he'd left.
"don't carry the names," roy clarified, looking to the dog again. "just call me roy. resnik. roy resnik,"
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peoplewatching, he called it. the boy would sit somewhere populated — today it happened to be a coffee shop he'd been to once or twice before — look inconspicuous, and watch the crowd. usually, it yielded very little that roy found interesting; mostly, people just came, downed a cup or two, and left. on occasion, however, he witnessed something hilarious: one time he'd watched a barista trip and take a whole row of flavored syrup down with him, landing bruised and covered in cinnamon dolce, much to the amusement of everyone in the shop. unfortunately for the boy, today had all the makings of mediocrity; to celebrate the morning's un-spontaneity, he'd taken a seat in the back of the cafe, cradling an espresso, eyes lazily fixed on sylmae and the crowd vying for her attention. "rise and shine, sleeping beauty," roy mumbled, taking a casual sip from his drink.keeping one ear open to hear the rest of sylmae and her group's conversation — he jokingly decided to dub her bridezilla on account of her upcoming nupital — arielle stole the rest of roy's attention. he looked over to spot the girl, clutching a hot chocolate and a novel, who wore an expression of indignation: she seemed quite upset that her beloved reading nook had been taken over by chatter. roy stifled a laugh; even though arielle wasn't all that much younger than he was, the boy couldn't help but find it amusing that she was willing to take on a whole crowd of strangers for the sake of her pageturner. he chuckled softly to himself. "of course, your majesty." roy joked.
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human au w roy mayb?? OR they can jus have a snark-off lmao im down for either -
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weekly tasks, huh? the thick-furred tom had been off his feet for decidedly too long: last month's fiasco has stolen too much time from him... if he was going to be a member of scarclan, he needed to start pulling his own weight. roy trotted toward where sylmae was delegating assignments on quick, white-tipped paws. "hit me," roy mewed, leaning back on his haunches.ooc shorT post gomen
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hi aa!iF U cOULD THATD Be gr8 tysm omg