Posts by NECROS N.

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]om g i never thought you'd ask


    btw, how would hyun and necros be related? cousins would probably fit best since he's only one month older
    [size=3pt]a[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros approached, bowing their head. They didn't plan on getting too close with anyone during their time there, but they could at least meet a few people along the way. They didn't want a repeat of Aleks. "Pleasure, I'm Necros," they scribbled down on a piece of paper.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros wasn't used to the muddy ground, the swamp and mushy ground uncomfortable as they walked. Mud seeped in between their toes, staining the back of their legs, but they supposed they would have to get used to it eventually. While they walked, their mind wandered. It ventured to a negative place, as always, finding themselves pondering their situation. They were a leader of a run-down place, on the brink of inactivity, they were depressed and hated themselves, and they didn't have anyone to turn to anymore. Everyone they ever cared about were gone. They thought it would hurt when Aleks and Horus and everyone else left, but they found that after a while, it didn't. It was just a hollow feeling, an empty pain. They just had to wonder why they even tried after everything.


    Even so, they had this determination. They wanted to see it to the very end. They weren't going to give up, didn't want to see their home go to waste, turn into dust or even into a new clan entirely. They couldn't bare it, as it would be their fault. That's why they had to continue, had to live on, even if they felt they had no place in this world anymore.


    Whenever they thought that they had none left, they never imagined that they'd be completely wrong. Their family had supposedly died during that fire, either to the demons that had been summoned or the flames themselves. However, there was still someone that had survived. They never really knew about their cousin, as their mother had never told them about him for reasons unknown.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros was surprised by the mention of being promoted, unsure what the position required of them, but planned to do their best either way. Still, they couldn't help wondering if they could handle two positions.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros watched them approach from outside the walls, briskly walking over and stopping a good few feet away. They eyed the strangers, bowing their head respectively, trying to appear welcoming. "Oh? Go on, then," they encouraged, a little unsettled by the Lithiumclanner's words.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros tilted their head at the name. They'd never heard of the Brotherhood, as they'd only heard of the more prominent clans. Turning at Krieger's arrival, they nodded their head in greeting, glad that he had decided to show. They focused back on Sel and Pippa. "No, I'm afraid to say that I haven't. But, you're welcome to tell me about it?" they suggested, unsure what they were trying to do. It didn't quite sound like an alliance request, but who knew.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros was awake, glowering at the glow worms lighting up the cave. They illuminated all the crooks and edges in the walls, moonlight filtering in through the huge hole in the roof. They had long given up on sleeping. Their insomnia forbade them, despite their heavy eyelids. It seemed they could fall asleep anytime in the day, but couldn't in the night, making them feel almost nocturnal. Eventually they just shrugged it off, no longer paying it any mind. It had happened too often to still be unfamiliar.


    The sudden commotion nearby startled them, flinching and whirling around, afraid someone had been hurt. Their eyes searched the darkness and found no sign of an intruder. Standing, they followed the sound, finding the three. They caught the fearful expression on the dragon's face, quickly connecting the pieces. They had nightmares often themselves, haunted by the memories they'd rather not think about, night-terrors something they had come to anticipate. Even so, they didn't know how to comfort other people when they had them-or how to comfort them in general.


    As it was probably too dark to see their writing, they just stepped closer and seated themselves, frustrated they couldn't do anything. Seeing someone so frightened tore them up inside.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros stepped forward next, eyeing him in a curious yet suspicious manner. They were silent, as the doe had said everything that had to be said, the question already asked. The traditional name and business, they missed saying(writing) it, as they didn't get the chance very often. They blinked then, realizing that they hadn't introduced themselves. "I'm Necros, a Guard Trainee here,"
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros noticed the white fluttering with the wind, curiosity getting the better of them as they stalked over, careful. They quickly caught the familiar scents, mingled with a foreign one. Noticing the scribbles on the paper, they grabbed it up and skimmed over it, piecing it all together. A special competition? Was this a death threat of some sort? All they could tell was that two of their own had been kidnapped. Otherwise, they couldn't tell what the note meant.


    Glancing around uneasily, they hoped the one who had left it wasn't still around. Hopefully the two would come back safe, unless they would be able to find them somehow.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros blinked at the male's blunt remark. Their eyes turned to the other Riverclanner as she replied, watching as she quickly left. They looked back at Zacharie for a split moment before following after the pink doe, wondering if they should try cheering her up, maybe then they'd finally catch her name.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Necros wasn't sure what to think of this figure. They came over and bowed their head respectively, trying to be welcoming. They wanted to live up to their recently given title. "Pleasure, I'm Necros, a Guard Trainee," they wrote, holding it up. They were a bit turned away by the hostile exchange between Draco and the newcomer, wincing for a second at the harsh words. Surely none deserved such treatment, even if the male was a bit intense.
    [size=3pt]a

    [size=6pt]"speech" / "writing"[/size]


    [size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(https://media.giphy.com/media/Y5qIVWH8HaE5a/giphy.gif); background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]They were a bit late to the welcoming party, but were there nevertheless. They couldn't help noticing the constant flow of joiners, some staying and some not, which was something they envied slightly. It didn't stay long, though, as such a feeling wasn't in their nature. They just hoped one day their home would be this active, as uneasy as it would make them. Dipping their head, they offered no expression, appearing almost uninterested. "I'm Necros, a trainee guard. Pleasure to meet you," they held up the paper so they could see. Internally, they crossed their fingers and prayed that she could read.





    [hr]
    [align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © WINNIE


    [align=center][size=5pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [/fancypost]