Posts by SOVIETSNOW

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[justify][sub] It'd been a while since Kavinsky was able to identify all of the faces he saw day by day - usually it came naturally, but in this case sometimes you just needed a little help. It wouldn't hurt to have a meet and greet, since he was certain he had returned for good (or at least the last trip he'd make for a long time). The undead eurasian wolf flicked a torn ear, calling gruffly, "Meet and greet."

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[justify][sub]"...I could just find everything with super senses or heat vision, assuming the whistle and necklace are made of metal..." Kavinsky offered tentatively, a faint glow from the canid's optics cast upon Tumblr's face when he made eye contact. He didn't know why they wanted to drag everything out into some kind of game, when the owner seemed so distressed over it. Were they mocking him? Kavinsky wasn't quite sure. "But I guess a scavenger hunt works, too. Where are your favorite spots in the territory?"

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[justify][sub]i meant a friendship, but now that you've given me the idea... hehe

kavinsky will probably end up just saying something along the lines of "tell me about [insert topic]" and listen to tumby rant for the rest of eternity

aaanyway, who'll make?

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[justify][sub]tracking for later!

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[justify][sub]A Colouredclanner? That was... Weird. How did they know that the cub was trustworthy? Whitecub could be spying for all they knew, but at the same time she seemed innocent enough. The mountain lion was against getting too involved in the standing issue between the clans - it was just some petty mean-girl argument, then it'd crescendo to a peak and die down again like it'd never happened. He hung back and rumbled out, "I'm Kavinsky." It was a cold, quiet greeting, but it was enough.

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[justify][sub]"Welcome aboard," Kavinsky rumbled as he approached the trio, his piercing gaze flickering over the latest joiner. They seemed nice; he hoped to see them around in the future. "I'm Kavinsky."

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[justify][sub]Kavinsky plodded over, and realized after a few moments that the fireflies were recognizing his red eyes as a signal with each blink, and were flickering their little rumps back at him as they fluttered in the air. He walked along the beach side and gave a rare smile, occasionally stopping to watch the sunset and dancing fireflies.

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[justify][sub]/sOBS

"Are you sure?" kavinsky rumbled, head tilted slightly. He didn't seem all that alright. he wasn't one to give comfort or hugs, but if he really needed it, just to get over whatever was bothering him... Kavinsky's lip tugged to the side as he stood out on the stoop with the others, appearing only half-concerned.

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[justify][sub]"You know me," Kavinsky droned, giving a minute shrug as he took a seat. He chose against commenting on the apology, as he hadn't heard about the issue and had a feeling he just didn't want to at this point. It wasn't worth it if he had the chance of losing faith in her. "My favorite food is peanut butter -" Because really, there wasn't a single dog or canine descendant in the world that disliked peanut butter, "And my best friend is... Uh... Oh." He realized then that he didn't exactly have one anymore. Anyone he'd known well enough was more than likely dead - he sobered as the name "Ocarinasong" passed through his thoughts for a brief moment. In that case, who, then, had he known the longest? Lip twitching for a moment as he thought, he stared at the ground and muttered, "You or Vanilla, I guess."

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[justify][sub]track!!

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[justify][sub]Kavinsky yawned slightly, before very obviously suppressing the gesture - he couldn't just go about yawning over corpses, it was rude, and there was a possibility that they could possess him (...it was like breathing when you drove past a graveyard, you have to play it safe). The wolf watched Mist as she finished burying the bodies, before trotting up to the grave and watching as lavender plants sprung up around his paws. "That was kind of you," he murmured, still wondering how he could get back at Darkclan for this. Then again, he didn't want to start a chain reaction.

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[justify]_{"Congrats," Kavinsky muttered, his voice dripping with irritation. Why did they feel the need to discuss battle tactics out in the open - at a meeting, worst of all? If their enemies didn't suspect their attacks before, thy sure did now. The wolf hunched, slightly, expressing his distaste in a slight frown; he wasn't going to bother stopping them.}

_{[sub]/ic opinions of course}

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[justify][sub]"Hey, Vani," Kavinsky sighed, plodding over and taking a seat because there didn't seem to be a call for formality in the given situation. Vanillastar was splayed out on the grass like a ragdoll - he didn't really have to stand guard, did he?

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[justify][sub] Kavinsky didn't feel the need to demand answers out of her - his main question had already been asked, and on the topic of "protecting hell"... Well, he wasn't even sure what that meant. Kavinsky was, to say the least, less-involved with all of these supernatural issues that plagued most nowadays. The spookiest thing that ever happened to him had to have been his undead awakening, but nowadays that had nothing on demons and angels and whatever sat between them. You could say that he was simply oblivious. The wolf watched from beside Whitepaw, wondering how Cain would scrounge up an answer when there was no one with her to make an alibi out of.

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[justify][sub]ooo could you draw kavinsky? he's a dark-blue eurasian wolf with red eyes, and he has a lot of open wounds because he's a zombie and stuff /u\

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[justify][sub]he's open to pretty much anything but long-term relationships, litters, death, r.pe and etc.

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[justify][sub]So Kavinsky woke up one morning, and his fur seemed to have turned an odd blue color overnight. It seemed to match the natural blue-grey tone of his domestic russian blue form, but on a wolf or mountain lion, it was simply unnatural. He didn't mind, though - it looked much better alongside his strange zombie-like pelt.

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[justify][sub]"You seem kind of, er, down," Kavinsky commented, taking note of the distressed look on her face and the concern others were showing - she didn't look "fine" to him. Taking a seat, the wolf pointed out calmly, "I could be your confidant if you need to let some things out. I don't mind listening." He supposed it helped that he had no idea what was going on between Sunclan and Colouredclan, nor could he figure out that she was behind a majority of the tension.

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[justify][sub]"I - uh - hm. That sounds distressing." Kavinsky faltered over his words - why would a family dinner last all night? It sounded like one weird family this kid belonged to. "Good luck with that, just try to avoid talking to anyone's mother-in-law and you'll probably be fine."

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[justify][sub]He refused to believe that all was well, casually disregarding the statement and instead only giing a sympathetic sigh. Speaking of a certain someone, the eurasian wolf added, "You know, Permafrost... He used to be different. He always wanted Sunclan to be anti, but he wasn't so headstrong about it. I mean, it's why I left Sunclan in the first place, but he was much less brutal. And yet now, to go to Colouredclan and attempt the same... I guess at this point it's just his own little goal. God knows why, though." It didn't help that he still had mixed feelings about the same feline he'd once looked up to as a leader. Now? Permafrost couldn't control his grudges, and it was harming both sides as far is Kav could see.