Posts by IXSU'CHEL

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  • it's so easy being me - private -- alfred

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]Since the long and rather tiring journey back to Shadowclan the feline's mood had shifted. It became more dark, more pensive as he dragged his load across the terrain which was never a good sign. This was more work than than he had thought it would be but still he couldn't just allow his prize to get away from him. Not yet at least. He'd let him go soon enough but not for a long while yet. His claws were still sunk deeply into the canine's pelt as he dragged Alfred over the lush jungle like territory. Really, he could care less if the other was getting scrapped up and wounded from being rough pull along the territory. To him that would build much needed character for what was to come. The rushing water sounded soon and he knew they were close. "Almost there..." His voice held a stressed note of tension and the bushes parted as he dragged the canine toward the Basin. It was a rather beautiful scene really, one that would make a lot of creatures marvel at how it was created. The large waterfalls all dumping into one precious water source. Lovely, but he didn't have time to stay and admire the scenery.


    Parting the water the male continued to drag Alfred on but this time through the mud of the bottom of the Basin floor. He moved a bit faster now, already tired of what was to be in his care and with a whip of his tail he pull the water of the waterfall up to reveal the tunnel entrance. There he continued his trek deeper and deeper into the damp cavernous opening in the rock. Water dripped from the rock formations hanging from the ceiling and once they were in a nice little cave he used his superstrength to try and toss canine against the far wall. His eyes watched the other with some sort of delight in them at having something of his very own. He'd take care if it for sure but first, time to get started on the first lesson. "You-" He took one gloved claw and pointed it at him. "-will address me as Daddy from today forward. Do we have an understanding?"


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  • PLOT WITH THIS IMMORAL CREATURE?!

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]sure thing! jester wouldn't mind getting his son on drugs and alcohol, XD


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  • have jester do things to your character??

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]sure he can take him to the cartel. and i'll be sure to make this thread today i'm running behind in making them, XD


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  • kill the deputy of the skulls?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]I can offer up Jester for this. Considering he is a part of both Shadowclan and The Cartel he will have no issue with killing someone. But he will definitely not tolerate someone steal the collar that he wears. He only takes it off when he needs to clean it or is bathing as it is very very important to him. So whoever takes it will definitely be attacked no matter if it was an acdident or not.


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  • THE GUILT IS MINE //o; murder

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]He knew the smell almost immediately as he came forward toward the scene. His electric colored eyes wondered over the deceased with intrigue upon his expressin. Oh, Jesse had murdered and that was a saddening thing really. He was no longer pure, no innocence left and for that he would be treated like the same. Shaking his head a wide smile pulled across his muzzle before he picked up the pillow. Something for his room then. A keepsake to remind him of the day. "This will look wonderful in the corner. Hmm, but maybe the bed." He'd decide later when he returned to the temple. Someone had to do something about the body and he lifted a gloved paw to prod it.


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  • DON'T YOU CALL MY NAME / OPEN, SPAR?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]"Would you prefer just a one on one spar? I may have a few tricks up my gloves." That was intended as a joke and a very poor one at that but it still caused the male to let out a rather bright laugh. He made his way over to the scene. Eyes watching his companions before facing Darkpaw once more. He hasn't had a spar in ages and he would very much like to have a go at this one. Being destructive was always fun...or did he say constructive. Either way he's love to get his paws on him.


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  • YOU CAN'T SAVE ME | OPEN - DISAPPEARANCE

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]sure!


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  • love the way - open -- basket of chicks

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]He'd been doing a lot of traveling from clan to clan. Not like he wouldn't return sooner or later. Shadowclan was indeed his second him and he's enjoy it while he could. As he made his way across the territory the male had a basket clamped firmly in his jaws. The sounds of peeping could be heard from within the basket, a sound that was starting to irritate him very much. But alas, it would be over soon as there little chicks were to be his dinner. He had gone to great lengths to obtain them and all that work had certainly worked up an appetite. Entering the temple he made his way to his room where he conjured up a cauldron, put water in it and then lit a fire underneath. Apparently Verka thought that boiled chicken was delicious so he was going to put that to the test.


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  • ever since the flood ; open / name change

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    It was very pretty she had to admit. Driftingblossom was a very unique name and she gave a warm smile as she made her way over to look at the child. She was accustomed to the whole apprentice warrior thing and it was a bit early. But it was the child's choice after all. "It's a beautiful name. Wonderful. And it's nice to meet you Drifting."


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  • THE GUILT IS MINE //o; murder

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]"How dare you think of accusing me of murder, sir. I have you know I haven't left Shadowclan since I have joined." Well, maybe that was a small lie considering he had been to Colouredclan and to Riverclan but that wasn't the real point here. The real point here was that he hadn't been in the Cartel for a good little bit. But he needed to pick that up and he guessed he'd make a bit of a small look around before coming back here. He allowed a grin to spread over his muzzle before he dug his claws into the pillow. "You don't need the pillow for evidence. It's rather clear who did this. The Cartel of course. But I won't tell you specifically who did this." The scent was all over the corpse and on the pillow that he was going to keep as decoration for his room. His tail swayed back and forth as he gripped it to his chest. Poor Jesse, that child was going to get himself into trouble one day. Didn't even bother to try and cover his scent and he supposed he'd talk to him about this little...move. Teach him how to properly kill someone. "What more proof do you need?"


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  • love the way - open -- basket of chicks

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]This child was so adorable and he would definitely admit to that. But one day he knew here innocence just like any other child's would be lost to her. So, he'd nurture her and make sure she stayed as innocent as possible. "I'm sorry, little one. But these are for my lunch. I went to great lengths to get them. But maybe I'll give you something else instead." A hum was in his throat as he then turned his electric eyes of yellow toward Paprika. A witch? Oh, he wished he could be something of that supernatural creed but alas he as nothing short but normal. A domestic of normal life though his looks had been augmented beyond the normal standards. "Unfortunately, I'm not. But do let me know if you ever meet one." They were definitely cute the little chicks but he doubted that would be for long. He picked one up and effortlessly bit off the head before plucking off the feathers and dropping it into the now boiling water. At Artic's words he looked up toward the large dinosaur and gave her a bemused smile. "Would you like one, my dear?"


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  • BONJOUR, MES AMIS — open, mass m&g.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]Hmm, should he go and prattle around with the riffraff, which excluded Jesse at the moment. Jesse held a special place in the heart of the disturbing male. He'd never call him a riffraff. Not if he could help it. Though he was thinking hard after what had had happened over in Shadowclan. Making his way forward, the male would slowly look about those that were here, his facial expression absent of a grin. Odd for him but he was dealing with a few..issues. Sitting down he lifted a gloved shadowed appendage to scratch idly at his cheek before deciding to finally speak up about himself. He didn't much care for most of the members of this group. "Hello all, and well met. I'm Jester Verbane. Not new really but I show up from time to time. Hmm, I can only say that I love cute things and that's about it."


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  • FALLEN ANGELS — open, requesting drugs

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]Oh, a visitor. The male slowly made his way over, kinked whiskers bouncing with each step that he took. His eyes focused on the stranger at the border before he clear his throat to allow for his presence to be known. Sitting down he tilted his head a bit as he eyed the one at the border. He knew he was here for something and a glorious grin spread over the strange domestic's muzzle, peeling his mahogany lips back to reveal his serrated teeth but he was just smiling in a greeting. Nothing strange about that right. He remained silent and smiling, awaiting what the other would soon say.


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  • BACK BONE -- open + Q/A

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]"Questions!" His voice resonated highly as he made his way over to the scene. He'd seen this one before and he wanted to ask him a simple question. It wasn't going to be a hard one and he allowed a tight smile to pull at the cheeks of his face before he sat down and lifted a paw to scratch at his cheek. He tilted his head a bit before flicking his tail back and forth, pushing up a bit of dust. "Will you call me, Daddy?" Was it a joke? It didn't sound like one but who knew, Jester might just have one hell of a poker face.


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  • WEEKLY TASKS | 10/19 - 10/26

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]"I'd love to be sent on a task." Hummed the odd male as he made his way over. He gave off the air of one who felt like doing something. Something that was not accepted but he would do with anything really. He shifted a bit as he sat down and swayed his tail back and forth, eyes focused on the female before him.


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  • munch munch - open -- capture and torture

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]A soft tune floated out of the maw of the male as he pulled in his little toy for the evening. He didn't mind bringing in a few guest to have over for a bit of conversation. No, there were times to be civil. His large claws were embedded deeply in the flesh of his Riverclan captive as he dragged his body into the middle of the encampment that served as the Cartel's home. He dropped the other unceremoniously before tilting his head a bit and flicking his tail. "Wake up good sir. Please don't make me a bad host!" His voice was light and thickly laced with a strange tone as he lifted up one paw and attempted to dig his claws into the side of his captive's face.


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  • hurt me - open -- shadowclan update

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]A sway to his hips the male would make his way to the border of this Phantomclan. He had said he would go to them and tell them of what had happened. Sweet little Fayina was the leader and he also had gives. All of which he would give them for free. This time. He sat the basket down at the border and grinned brightly, a small giggle in his throat before he uncovered the stuffed animals. From there he would call out to them. "Hello! I'm Jester from Shadowclan. I'm here to inform that Fayina is now leader of Shadowclan and I've also brought gifts." He hummed softly before flicking his tail and sitting down to wait.


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  • THE GUILT IS MINE //o; murder

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]His eyes moved toward Fayina and he was a bit surprised honestly. He hadn't expected to be kicked out for doing nothing and his tail curled against his flank. His clans actions seemed to wrap around him and pull him in with it. It wasn't his fault that Jesse had been given the task to come here and murder a Shadowclanner. He hadn't even him that task at all. The shadows that made up his forelegs shivered and quaked for a moment before stabilizing. His cheek twitched before he decided to speak. "So, you are going to punish me for something I had no control over. What do you want me to do, dear? Tell them to not bother you. They'd laugh at me and kill me themselves." His voice was an even purr as he dropped the pillow he had just moments ago been so enthralled and fond of. "I want to understand why it is that I can't remain here. Wait, let me guess it's just that little title of Cartalian? A simple word that makes you fly off the handle." He chuckled softly before looked away from her, jaws slightly parted and breathing a bit heavy. "It's alright, it's okay. Things work out in the end. It's a valid reason..... No, no it isn't. She's blaming you. She's blaming you for it just because you live there." His voice was higher pitched and he shook his head, talking to himself was the norm for him when he got frustrated and confused.


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  • THE GUILT IS MINE //o; murder

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]For the way that she talked to him he wanted to gouge out those hateful eyes of her's. Snatch them right out of her head and eat them. Make her scream and beg for his forgiveness before he ripped out her hateful tongue and at that too so no one would have to hear her banshee screeching again. His tail lifted up sharply as his pelt bristled. She was one to talk to him and she didn't even know anything about him except for his affiliation with the Cartel. His mahogany lips pulled back for a moment, revealing his serrated white teeth before he dropped the snarl as Darkpaw spoke. He ignored the female with the hostile words and looked at him. "I know...I know what I said, love. I know." He breathed out harshly as he dug his claws into the pillow, tearing large gashes in it that let out the cotton. "But he's such a sweet boy. An innocent boy. It's not his fault. You can't touch him." His eyes widened greatly, diamond shaped pupils growing smaller and his tone was not hostile but almost...almost pleading. No, maybe something else. "My loyalty, I can not fight either of you in a battle. I have...good friends there. Here, I want to have...friends. But none of you will give me the chance!" He snapped them before lifting one of his gloved paws and starting to scratch at it a bit too hard. Cuts appeared and started to drip clear fluid but he didn't seem to notice. His body leaned back and he turned his back to them. Was he crazy? Of course he was, but he was a strange kind of crazy. One that was more unpredictable than most. He clenched his teeth for a moment and shook his head a bit though he remained silent.


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  • plot with darkpaw??

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]i really think jester and darkpaw should have a thread now XD it could be some digging into the mind of jester


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