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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney quirked a brow at Pippa's inquiry. It was foreign idea that there were those out there who didn't know about the concept of shaving, or keeping fur trimmed. It was his calling, what he did in life. He was the best at it -- no one worked a razor better than him. "Shaving." He answered, swiping away an out-of-place fur before turning to Pippa. He looked absolutely fantastic at the moment -- perfectly groomed, immaculately kept. "Why? Haven't you seen anyone do this before?" He asked quizzically.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Blind dating? Sweeney swallowed thickly. He couldn't even begin to think of dating anyone with his wife dead. It would feel awful, like he was cheating on her. He frowned, however that was rather natural of the black smoke, and approached with a skeptical look on his face. "I'm not sure if I can accept invitations, however I'm sure someone who can should be here shortly." He murmured.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]The tom was getting antsy sitting around in SylvanClan for prolonged periods of time with little to do. He thought it would behoove him to have a second place to go to, somewhere else to call 'home'. Of course, he used that term loosely -- his home was with Lucy and Johanna. One was dead and the other was, well... She was gone. He pursed his lips at the memories of his wife and daughter as he edged near the border. The Council Member swiped his sandpaper tongue across his lips as he took a seat, calmly waiting for someone to come along and ask for his name and business.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]The call of name and business was all too familiar to the black smoke. In truth, he was glad it was so simple. No one would question his past, have to hear the horrors he endured. He could simply be those few simple words he used to answer. "Sweeney Todd. I'm looking for a dual-alliance. I currently reside in SylvanClan." The words were gruff, however that was just how his voice was. He wasn't sure why this would be problem, seeing as the two were allies. His black eyes flitted over to Don, noting the odd expression on his face. Sweeney was a rather intimidating creature and he recognized it. Massive and brooding, hollow circles beneath pitch eyes and ramrod straight posture. It wasn't uncommon for others to dislike him -- he'd grown numb to it. Frankly, he'd grown numb to everything.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Blank was definitely a good way to describe him. He used to be different, used to be full of life. That was a long, long time ago. Before his whole world was ripped away from him and he was forced to live less than whole. He had hoped to come home to his wife and daughter, hoped that he could continue on with what he used to have, but his hopes and dreams were crushed. He learned that that pious vulture of the law had taken advantage of his dear Lucy, causing her to kill herself. As for Johanna, his little lamb, she was gone. Probably off living with some other family, oblivious to the horrors her parents had endured. That was probably for the best. He blinked cold, black eyes and regained reality. "Thank you, Don." He murmured, his face contorting into a smile that was more teeth than anything. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled a real, true smile. He saw no point in doing so anymore.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Joining the medicinal team wasn't really high on Sweeney's priority list. While he didn't much care for the harsh life of a warrior, it was what he was built for. He'd gone through so much in his life, he didn't think he could stop being what he was. Not that he had any intention to, anyway. He slipped into the crowd, straying in the back, his black eyes lazily flitting from creature to creature. "Observing." He murmured.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney was no monster.
Not one like those told in children's stories, that is. He wasn't a werewolf, wasn't a demon, wasn't a cryptid. He was a simple feline, possessing no powers or unearthly abilities. He simply was. Of course, there was a deeper, more cynical thing laying dormant inside of him. Something that he had only recently discovered. Something that wouldn't have existent had he not had his life stripped from him. If he still had his daughter and wife, he would be perfectly normal. He would be happy. He would give anything to be like that again.
But when he was exiled for a crime he didn't commit and sent away for 15 months, something inside of him snapped. He had been driven mad by grief and misery. His cause wasn't helped when he discovered his wife had succumbed -- or rather, passed from her own hands. If only he had been there to protect her from that godforsaken Judge... He would still have her, still be able to see his beloved's face and cradle his daughter in his arms.
Sweeney wasn't always like this -- callous and cold, shutting the world out. No, he used to be full of life. But now, in lieu of recent events, he had become completely numb. The sole reason he was alive was so he could find that Turpin and make him pay. He wanted that vulture of the law to feel all the pain he felt, wanted to make him suffer. And if that made him a monster, then so be it.
Black eyes slid open at the sound of a piercing screech. He hadn't been sleeping, as that was a luxury he could not afford. His eyes had bruised bags under then, a sign that sleep was not his friend. He knew that he couldn't just leave a clanmate in need, however much he wanted to, so he picked himself up and followed the sound. He traced the scream back to the medicine cat den and sighed; it wasn't uncommon for screaming to come from inside, he supposed, but he still found his way in. It probably wasn't his job to help, but he was curious at this point. He found the rather frantic-looking female, and furrowed his brow. He didn't recognize her, so didn't know the wings or elongated teeth were new.
"What happened?" He asked, voice hushed.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]God, he did not want to do this. Every part of him screamed, telling him not to. But he knew he needed to be more in-tune with SylvanClan's allies. He begrudgingly filled out the form. Sorry, Lucy.
[justify]name. sweeney
clan. sylvancaln
gender. cis male
sexuality. ace/aro
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney raised his brows in response to Pippa's reply. Strange. Back where he was from, a lot creatures came to him so he could keep them prim and proper. It befuddled him to think that shaving had lost its popularity. He adeptly swung the razor so the blade was housed neatly inside of the sheath in a flick of his wrist. He turned his attention to the younger feline and nodded. "It's my calling." He said, no sign of joking in his voice. It was what he was meant to do, through and through.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]yall i saw a clown
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]yeah he was hoing to the soccer game but. he was hella creepy
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Why did it have to be a masquerade?
Any other type of ball would've been fine, but this? Why? Seeing the note, Sweeney's ears pressed flat against his head. His mind drifted to that night he'd heard about so long ago -- his wife attending a masquerade, unknowing what was about to happen. All she had wanted was for Turpin to apologize for his advances, but he... Claws dug into the ground while he remembered this part. He took advantage of her, she said. He did unspeakable things to her, and everyone just watched. Did they think her daft?
But that wasn't the worst part. She was so helpless, so upset that she rushed towards the apothecary shop and bought some arsenic. She wanted to take her own life away. If only he was there to help her, to stop that wretched Judge. He took in a shuddering inhale and pressed his lips into a tight line. He would go, but not for enjoyment. He would make sure nothing like that would ever happen again.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney found himself in the center of camp. He'd been here for a few days and had yet to formally introduce himself. The well-groomed Maine Coon took a careful seat, wrapping his luxurious tail around his massive paws. "Meet and greet." He call was dull and monotonous, making it clear he wasn't really looking forward to this.
// what is muse
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney was a little confused by the whole situation. He assumed that the young kit was previously a member of ThunderClan, with the way he strode back to camp like he owned the place. And he was recognized by someone, which only added to his theory. He opted to remain silent, instead brooding in the background as he watched the scene unfold.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Yes, Sweeney recognized Sasha, however they met under strange circumstances. It would be nice for the two to properly introduce themselves. He opened his mouth to speak when he heard another voice; he turned to face the other -- Elvis, as it was -- and offered the canine a curt dip of his head before splitting his attention between the two. "The name's Todd." He greeted, flicking the tip of his large tail before continuing. "Sweeney Todd, that is. I'm also a part of SylvanClan." He said with a gentle nod, as if to reaffirm his words.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney did not want to be here.
The idea of a masquerade sickened him. Maybe there was a point he was okay with them, but since his wife was molested at a masquerade and consequently killed herself, well, he didn't like them. But he came, against his better judgment, adorned in a black and gold mask, hating every minute of it.
// mobile + rushed
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]His first meeting in ThunderClan. Sweeney approached, listening, a dull expression on his face. It had been awhile since he last attended a meeting -- SylvanClan's activity had been a little slow, which was disappointing, but he managed. He took a seat next to no one in particular, furling his tail around his large silver paws.
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