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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]"In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty..." The low, gruff accented tone sung lowly, while sharp hooves digging up at the dirt at a slow, leisurely pace. "I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. As she wheeled her wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow." It continued to sing peacefully as crimson droplets dripped from large, massive antlers and stained the tall blades of grass beneath him. The tips of said large rack were bloodied and had bits of flesh stuck between the petals of flowers that grew along his body, but the Irish elk did not seem to notice, or mind if he even had known. "Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O! Alive, alive-O!" His voice grew as the soft flutes and strums of a guitar played in his head. Next to the elk was the body of an Exiler, a wolf that had mistaken him for easy prey and not something more than willing to fight back.

It's chest was torn from the sharp edges of his antlers, and its jaw broken from Cian slamming its head into the trunk of a tree multiple times. An eye still attached from it's tendon was hanging from its socket as it had unfortunately had the side of its skull crushed the impact Cian's strength caused. The hooved creature did not seem to grieve much though, continuing to sing as he dug the wolf's grave. He felt unfortunate to have killed the wolf, first trying to calmly explain that Cian's purpose was to join but the stupid predator wouldn't listen. An idiot who's primal instincts had ultimately been the death of him. Well at least it was one less dumb ass off the planet, right?

"She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder. For so were her mother and father before. And they wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow! Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-O!" He hummed the rest of the tune, pushing the wolf into the grave and shaking his head, finding the droplets of blood coming from his antlers annoying as the dripped onto his muzzle and ears. A few brightly colored flowers fluttered off from his antlers onto the grave and he sighed, not meaning to make it look like some professional burial. Stupid flower prints... Couldn't control them for his life.

The Irish elk finished burying the corpse and cleared his throat, looking around and noticing that this could actually look... very bad. Huh, well hopefully not all of them were redundant and could wait for an explanation. Cian considered himself in the right after all; he was at the border joining and was attacked instead. The Irishman decided to wait then, patiently as he continued humming to himself.

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hello

i have no clue whats goin on but im gonna pretend i do

ahh sorry if i sound dumb, but does cian need to be accepted before i start rping him elsewhere? still sorta new to this all

oh, okay! i didnt know if itd look weird since no ones appeared on his joining thread, thank you!!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Dark hazel eyes lazily drifted downward to focus on Camilla, eyelids narrowing slightly. Cian quickly noted how easily he could crush her under his hoof and break her bones, but pushed the sudden violent thought away. He wasn't looking for any more blood on his hooves here. At least not any more without reason like his... current situation. Naturally the scent of blood seemed to attract others nearby though and he glanced to Reiki and tilted his head slightly at the odd behavior, causing a few more petals to drift from his antlers. The elk could scent the fear from the feline, quite literally, and he couldn't help but scoff at the traumatized cat.

However it wasn't his concern nor care as to why Reiki was acting as such. Instead he frowned at the sharp twang coming from Waylon's camcorder, ears twitching as it made them ache for a moment. "Aye, not so smart playin' wit' human toys." He grumbled as the red blinking light... irritated him for some reason. He didn't like whatever that thing was doing, but would restrain from attempting to smash it to bits. For now.

Oh, right. He had questions to answer. The large creatures head turned and he sighed loudly, feeling moss grow and spread over his antlers and soak up the blood. Weird how they always did that... "Cian. I wanted tuh' join but this lad," He motioned to the mound of dirt beside him. "wasn't too keen on that n' took me for a snack." He thick Irish accent made his voice sound more rough and gravely, but his demeanor did not seem aggressive.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]The scent of the bloodied fawn had been what drove Cian to the area. At first he hadn't thought anything of it, not even realizing that it had been a deer the blood belonged to until it filled his senses and made his blood boil. Hooves stomped forward quickly, but halted seeing Constellation drag in the limp body.

His jaw tightened and for a moment, he felt violent toward the female. Only for a moment however. This was a place of predators, he had to remind himself. They ate whatever they saw fit. Not you, lad. You fight back. He thought to himself, his attention dragged from Constellation to the sign Funeralmarch held. "Ahh... sorry, don't know what it says." Cian wasn't the most... educated animal. He knew very little about anything formed from humans except for weapons; considering those were his finest enemy. Other than that he couldn't say he knew much else other than survival.

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ay would anyone like a thread with my boi?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]The scent of flesh and fresh blood would usually drive away prey such as himself, but Cian was merely only hesitant. He knew the senses could get to a predator. Blood made them hungry. Hungry for more. Hungry for the taste of flesh on their tongue and blood on their paws. Cian could handle himself though, surely. It didn't take much with the size of antlers he had to simply defend himself and push them back.

Ahh he was thinking into this too much again. Exhaling sharply through his nose, Cian was carefully step through the cave. The stone felt strange on his hooves, he couldn't balance himself with his weight like he could in the dirt. The elk frowned, trying not to look awkward as he took careful, slow steps into the cavern. The scent of blood grew heavier and the air practically bathed in the metallic musky smell. He was glad to see there were other options though when finally entering.

Options that he would no longer look into. The Irish elk looked at the poor lifeless form under Dystopia, muscles tensing and thick fur rising along his shoulders. Instinct told him to run, but his heart told him otherwise. He would stay. He couldn't let the sight of fallen kin make him turn tail and dash off like a coward. Cian lifted his head higher and actually approached the lioness, leaving a trail of red petals from his body behind him. "Are these sorta tings' held often? They seem... pleasant." The Irishman commented, his eyes briefly staring at the moss that grew over his nose in distaste before his attention had returned to the Commander.
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i so did not pass out for the rest of the day what

who's hussie o.o

oooh ive heard of homestuck lol
never was able to get into it though

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Cian wouldn't consider himself crazy. Had he really done anything that could be considered insane Well, aside from joining the Exiles maybe. Perhaps it was the impulsive decision to prove himself stronger than those above the food chain; and the Exiles having their... slightly lessened but still ruthless history it appealed to him.

The Irish Elk would not comment on the kittens unnecessary slur though and instead answered gruffly. "Aye, what'cha need, lad?"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Cartel; another human term he didn't understand but nonetheless Cian was listen to what the little guy had to say. He seemed pretty mature for a kitten; reminded him of one of his younger sisters that always tried to act like the adult. An amused smirk crossed his maw briefly at the resemblance, but disappeared just as quickly as it had shown.

The elk didn't know what he meant by 'drugs' or 'girls'. It seemed strange, why would anyone want to sell girls? Why would girls want to be sold? Cian would have asked these questions if everyone hadn't suddenly jumped on his back about some word 'sexist'. He began to back up slowly as tension grew and flinched away as Circusclown reached to violently harm the kitten.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]Cian couldn't lie, he was a bit snide that the lion had managed to hurt himself. If only natural selection could have taken its course though; what use would Cory be if he was gravely injured? "Can't do much tuh' help, apologies lad." Though his voice held no sympathy. The Irish elk was actually quite amused.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]"Ain't you a wee bit small to be doin' this?" Cian questioned, looking at the cub with a frown. A future predator that would hunt down his kin... Damn them all. Cian couldn't stand them, even if his fellow Exilers were all hunters to his kind he could at least tolerate them. He already killed one though.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px; margin-top: -6px;][justify]The Irish elk had approached the white tom when scenting the thick scents of alcohol. Ooh... maybe there was one human creation he thoroughly enjoyed. What Irishman didn't enjoy a hardy bottle of whiskey, though? Hazel eyes eyed the selection there, mostly American brands but hey, whiskey was whiskey he supposed. Considering he had hooves and not paws or even human hands, Cian tipped the bottle over with his muzzle and lapped up what spilled onto the bar eagerly until what was left over wasn't enough to reach the lip of the bottle.

A little dizzy but not drunk, he looked over at Dirk and smirked. "Whats that thing yah' got there, lad?"

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