[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]that had been the last straw and aleks had nearly exploded, the anger filling his body and nearly making him shake. how did anyone here put up with this irritating mutt of a cat. he kept his face blank as he shifted his eyes to the female who had approached, at least she seemed to have some sense. her voice was calming and he found himself calming down, if only a bit.
"thank you Wolfgang, i appreciate your ability to use sense. but you are correct - why am I trying to argue with idiocy?" the gave her a soft smile, well, not really simply a lift of the corners of his mouth before they returned to their permanent frown.
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Nah, broad you're good we understand C:I promise me and at won't run the stadt into the ground xD
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This is all I'm picturing xD
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]aleks showed no sign he had been surprised by the small white feline that had first greeted him, just a shift of his eyes and he stared at the area just above his eyes. he was a little confused about the third person..? thing, but it was not the weirdest thing the serval had seen or heard so he let it by him and went to answer the fellow. "i'm fine, just tired.". he didn't think there was a reason to be rude to the guy as he normally would have been - he seemed nice enough and had given him some information. bane. that must be their leader.
although, the same caring greeting could not be said by the other two who joined him. it was instantaneous the way he he tensed up a little and the flare of annoyance settled in his chest. it wasn't hatred no, it was simply...a strong dislike, kind of like the way he felt for idiots. he didn't have time to be conversing mindlessly with people that wouldn't help him. but nevertheless he had to keep up a good example, he would not let his own temperament get in the way of stabilizing this alliance.
"yes, immediately is rushed, i'm a busy man i've got many things to do, but no it is not just for your leader's ears. i am here on a politically visit." he said it offhandedly before turning to the large female. he was used to mostly everyone towering him at this point, and didn't huff as he looked up to her chin. "my name is aleksander, many simply call me aleks."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]WHAT NOX SAID, COME BACK TO US WHEN YOU CAN BBY.
but i completely understand, schools difficult and a kick in the butt - but don't worry, ast, broad, and i will ensure the survival of the great stadt.
IN THE NAME OF ODDI.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]yep, yep, yep - i've finally decided to redo aleks's plotting thread because things have slowed down a lot with him and i really need to have him do something. soo, he's pretty much open to anything really except for anything that will cause him physical harm and/or litters for now. i am very picky on any type of relationship plot no matter how much i want one - it'll need multiple threads and one hell of a plot because he's my angel and deserves true love, okay calming down. i'd also really like if interaction threads had a plot or i get museless and find it almost impossible to continue the thread. but seriously, i'm open to anything if you don't know if it's okay just ask and i'll more than likely go with it C:
this post will most likely be edited later when i'm not lazy xD, also, he's currently a commander[deputy] of the backboard stadt and is pretty much the resident stick in the mud workaholic, any additional information about him can be found in his tags below C:
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i have an idea about what the stadt badge could be. what if, it was the wings of freedom?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]on it!
okay sorry guys for my inactivity, school's kicking my ass, and i'm so sick it's ridiculous and i can't even stay home and sleep because i've got so much going on and i can't miss school the second week. fml ugh. gonna go reply to threads now -
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]aleks had smelled him before he had heard him, silently watching from the sidelines as the dog sat down and talked into the large doorway. aleks was a little miffed the door hadn't been closed when he had given direct orders to his soldiers to make sure it was closed and locked so no outside, such as this, could walk up and look into their home. the commander flicked his ears quickly, narrowing his eyes before beginning to move forward.
"yes, now, who are you and what are you doing here." he said loudly, trying his best to catch the dog's attention. he wasn't as confused by the amount of people who came to join the stadt anymore, and he was guessing that this was most likely what it was - but it was always best to be wary. after all, you never knew who was friend and who was foe.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]heyyo! welcome, welcome! C:
i know, eep, gotta pull myself together xD
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]lexie gave a happy smile when the pretty cat asked, see, this was nice! and lexie was sure she was about to make a new friend - and she loved making new friends. "lexie! my name's lexie!" she yipped happily her half tail beginning to wag behind her as she met the other's eyes and gave a smile that almost split across her face. it was odd, she felt like she knew these people but obviously she was not right as they didn't seem to know who she was - she obviously reminded them of someone though, maybe that's why the pretty cat had called her aleks? oh, now lexie felt bad for snapping at them even more.
"i'm sorry for being a meanie, i just don't like being called aleks - it's an icky name." she said quickly settling herself down and continuing to watch the pretty cat.
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when you're already deadhonestly, i'm gonna get to the end of the school year and just be like
"what the hell just happened."it's so bad, i don't remember anything from freshman or sophomore year it's like this one big blur in my memory.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]he had been gone so long, so goddamn long, and he had no idea what right he had to return to his family. he had left them, he had left them here in a time of need because he was a fvcking coward. a sad, spineless coward who had been too afraid to face his family after what had happened. the black serval stumbled slightly, his eyes blurry and somewhat misty as he moved towards the great walls that sat in the distance. god he had missed it so much, the ache in his chest had been almost paralyzing lately; but now, as he got closer it became a vice - a ripping pain of guilt at what he had left behind.
over the past month or months? he didn't even know anymore, how sad was that? he pressed his lips into a tight frown his head lowering as he came closer, closer, closer until he was barely standing a few meters from the entrance. he could feel himself shaking as he looked in; it almost looked as if nothing had changed - but looks could always be deceiving. he pulled his shoulders back and narrowed his eyes. he had to face what he had done, had to face the decisions he had made, and had to face the disappointed looks of his family.
he wanted to vomit.
but he couldn't, he couldn't let his first appearance in weeks be him showing his weak side. so he tried his best to hold the bail back as he opened his mouth.
"hello." it was simple, and quiet, and nothing like the voice the commander had had so long ago. it was the voice of a weakling, a broken mutt who had ran when everything had slipped from his grasp.
aleks didn't think he had ever hated himself more than this moment. what if...what if they had needed him and he hadn't been here to protect them? what would he do then? was everyone he knew still even alive? were they still here? how many newcomers had joined since he had...left. would they even know him? what would...what would necros do? would she hate him? gods knew he hated himself so he wouldn't blame her or anyone he held some kind of hatred towards him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]i'm tryna think of some ideas to do with aleks, but like, they're all freaking horrible [but like, not that their horrible plots, they're just sad and heartbreaking because that's all i ever get from this loser] but seriously, i have some ideas but i dunno what to do.
some kind of twisted love plot / kind of abusive?
prostitution
drug addict
lowkey starts a poetry thing [seriously, poet aleks writing about how much life sucks...he'd literally be edgar allan poe]
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THE STADT POETRY SLAM.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]aleks felt his heart soar into his throat when he heard the voice of his captain - maybe he wasn't ready for this, wasn't ready to be back, wasn't ready to face them. he shifted his head slightly as if trying to look frei in the eyes; it was stopped when aleks couldn't seem to look at the tom in general. he felt terrible, he had left so much to everyone else because he had ran - left his captain to most likely take over everything. aleks shifted slightly, his shoulders tensing up as he tried to think of someway to answer him. where had he gone? he couldn't even remember, it had been a daze, a morphed reality and aleks could really remember nothing from it. he just remembered being confused, alone, and scared.
"i...i don't know." wow, that was pathetic; was that honestly all he could come up with? months, and "i don't know" was all he could give his captain? maybe...maybe he should have just stayed away, just, never tried to come back. he moved quickly to seat himself his claws kneading the dirt below him. for once - ha - aleks didn't know what to do, he prided himself on his leaderships skills, on his ability to stand above and lead his soldiers; but now, now he felt like that little girl trapped in the house - lost.
"i had a lapse in judgement, and i panicked."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px]ha, same, i literally took half an hour to write that small piece of thing.
poetry is hard.