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Wounds had never really been an issue for him. That was because when he was stuck in that damned house was able to turn into anything that he wanted. No one had ever tried to actually hurt him. They did try to drive him away with words but that usually didn't really end up going all that well for the ones that did. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ could easily try to fight back against those that verbally didn't want him around, and he was fine with that. If he had to explain the way the ego's treated each other, he guessed he would call them more like brothers than a family to a certain degree. He compared himself to that of an adopted brother though since he never really felt like he belonged in a place where everyone was practically nice with each other and never did anything dangerous to actually injure anyone. The most threatening out of the ego's than himself would probably be Schneep, simply because the other had the ability to slice anyone open and know where to cut so that he would be able to remain alive the entire time. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ believed himself to be able to do the same thing, but with the practice that he had done with animals, it was incredibly hard to get it right to where he would make them last longer while keeping them awake. Besides, the creatures usually bled out before he could really do anything about their condition. The ego's were better with social situations than he was though. He preferred to be alone, because he didn't fit the upbeat aspect as the rest of those that were just like him. They were always happy, and A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ could never figure out why. Of course everyone was due for fits of depression here and there and that went with the ego's too because they had human personalities anyway. He didn't quite understand how they could always keep the mask on their face, until he had managed to hide his emotions behind his own mask and make sure that no one would be able to get close to him. Either way, since he had arrived in this new world he had already tested on himself. If other realized what he had actually tried, they would probably think that he was out of his mind, which wasn't really far from the truth anymore. He wasn't clueless when it came to self harm, which if all of his wounds and scars transferred from one body to the next, it would be obvious that he had done something to himself. He didn't take enjoyment in hurting himself, but he did take some enjoyment in receiving injuries from others. Which in the future would probably end up being the doctors nightmare in that regard. Either way, he seemed to be able to take a lot of hits before the body that he was currently in died.

With his soul attached to the sack of meat, it meant that he was allowed to feel pain that the body felt when it was injured. Certain parts of the pain though he had trained himself to block out, even if it wasn't that much. The first time he realized it had taken quite a bit to kill himself off had been when he was in a canine body. A fox to be exact. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ has been in the new world for three days after he was able to possess something as big as a fox and absorb the soul that was inside of it. The male then conjured up several didn't knives and started cutting in various different places. He didn't laugh or chuckle when he was doing any of that, as he had to remain concentrated to make sure he would figure out at the right moment would actually kill him. Having little to no knowledge about animal anatomy at that time, he had to be mindful of what he was doing. Then he just decided to do the obvious and cut deeper into his throat. It hurt of course. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ could explain it to it being more like a pressure that was on his throat, and the feeling of his own blood flowing over his chest certainly wouldn't go away. Trying to ignore the pain, A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ proceeded to continue to hack into his neck with the meat cleaver that he had been using. He was nearly halfway through when his head started to tilt without him wanting to, and it was there that his body wouldn't move anymore. He had almost decapitated himself just to see how much it took for him to actually die. He slipped out of the body once it collapsed in the ground, but the entire time that he had been inside of the body he had been screaming as he hacked into his own flesh. What lengths he would go to in order to get the information he needed, even if it meant that there was an actual chance of him dying. Anxiety definitely started to build in the other though now that Argus was there. Why did she have to be here? Was she going to offer her colorful commentary? It was usual for A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ to get this upset over someone, as others would probably realize that this was going to be a common occurrence. He was in a vulnerable state just sitting here while the good doctor operated on him. If he wasn't careful, it could make the wound on his neck worse than what he could be able to manage and then really have to ask for the doctor for his help when it came to when it started bleeding. Other's probably would have appreciated the wolf's help, but with her being bigger than him, A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ had immediately marked her as being a potential threat that he was going to have to watch out for.

He nearly made his eye sockets hurt as he strained with his eyes to make constant eye contact with her while at the same time making sure that the doctor wasn't trying to do anything against him. As he felt the old stitches removed from the wound on his neck, the wildcat resisted the urge to try and scratch at the area because it felt odd. Maybe it had actually gotten infected, but he didn't really know and didn't care. It wasn't like the glitch was dumb enough to go rolling in the dirt with a wound like he had. But he also didn't really clean himself up all that much after he was done torturing or killing someone. Which meant that there would always be a possibility of the victims blood getting into his own wound, which definitely wasn't healthy. But nothing he had to deal with before he had managed to get into the body he was in now. It had been at that moment that A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ felt the needle go somewhat deep into the flesh around his neck. Enlisting a hiss from the black leopard as he bared his fangs at the doctor. "F͘͡u͠҉c͞ḱ̨i̷͢͞n͞g ̸͡͡h̡e͏̕l̸͏͟l̴. The glitch would hiss, but not make a note to tell the other to be careful as he felt the needle remove from his neck. This was turning into a shit show and he wanted to get away from the area as quick as possible. It had been his own issue that he had glitched, but part of him knew that he couldn't completely control what was practically a reflex at this point. The wildcat adjusted his seating a little bit so that he could get more comfortable, before letting out a long exhale of breath so that he could calm back down again. His neck was throbbing now, but the bleeding had been an issue no longer was an issue. But if the good doctor looked into the very back of the injury, the other would be able to spot something black oozing. The black substance almost seemed to have a green tinge to it.

"Speech."

The glitch felt like he was just here yesterday. While it had more been like two days since he had last appeared in this place. He had to admit that he liked the way the territory was laid out compared to the BHR's for that matter. He wondered if he was going to see the familiar face of the female that he had practically tortured into the ground. That had certainly been fun, as that torture that he had done had almost been completely experimental in his eyes. As usual, the male didn't really care about what others thought about the clans rules, as he was practically there to make sure that he broken them all the time. He didn't wait at the border and wait for someone to talk to him, more than likely he would be more to teleport into the middle of a clan and deal with the creatures that he came across then. He had taken a couple of days to rest up since the last time that he had been there. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ even got his neck stitched up a little bit by the good doctor since the other had practically complained to him over and over again how he should take better care of the wound. If this body were to die of infection from the large wound on his neck he would just jump to the next body after this one. Although he was actually starting to like this body as it was having some sentimental value, even if said value meant that he was torturing innocent creatures that deserved to be happy, and constantly killed something everyday. He was just waiting for the day that he grew powerful enough to inhabit a larger creatures body, since that would mean he would be capable of taking over the body of his creator. Which was his ultimate goal at the moment and no one was going to get in his way either. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ teleported himself into the middle of the Thunderland's territory. It was almost funny since the last time he had been here, he didn't know the name of the place, and simply just called it the place where he was first able to torture someone. He had no reason to really try and remember arbitrary things when they all started to cloud together. All that he could hope was that the female that he tortured had spread his name around to those that lived here. The wildcat sure had gained a little bit more power, so that meant that other creatures had said his names a couple of times. The black leopard let out a distorted giggle from his jaws as he walked through the forest, his blood stained claws sinking into the ground as he walked. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ had a gut feeling that he was going to like this, as it meant that he was going to have an opportunity to introduce himself a little toward others. His form would glitch as he walked, his head would twitch at an awkward angle, straining to newly applied stitches around his neck. It wouldn't be hard for anyone to see him, let alone smell, the BHR scent clung to his body. He didn't really associate himself with them, as he wasn't going to call the place home. It was just the base of his operations. Other than that, the scent of rotting corpses and death radiated from his body, and the sounds of the birds chirping above him practically stopped wherever he walked. It was almost as if someone would put a beacon on him saying: RuN AWaY.

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"Speech."

A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ wasn't a stranger when it came to violence. And practically everyone that lived here seemed to be the same as well. The wildcat didn't mind it all that much since it meant that they were going to be less likely to judge him. Until it came the time that he started to want to kill them of fin the end. He wasn't here to play any sort of games with them. He was here to grow in power and become powerful enough to take over a certain someone's body. What he would do after that he didn't really think about it all that much. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ had almost tried his best to avoid those that he came across as he wasn't a social creature. Which wasn't really a surprise coming from that way that he acted anyway. The young male had a lot to learn about the clans, even if that meant that he was going to be surprised by the way that they acted with each other. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ didn't work well with others though, and there was only one creature that he would probably work besides and that would be his own little puppet. The black leopard heard Astralpaw's voice, and had almost decided whether or not he should ignore it. It was when he actually paid attention to what she was saying that took him a little bit of an interest. A creature that was due to be investigated? In other words, it would probably mean that they would be allowed to kill it if it was just called a creature and didn't have an appropriate name to it. Rising to his paws, the wildcat would make his way over slightly toward the group. Of course, he wasn't the largest one there, as the hellhound beasts easily towered over him. He wasn't even remotely intimidated by their size or looks, which came thanks to the cockiness the glitch always seemed to have. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ wouldn't be afraid of anyone unless they were able to get inside of his mind and figure out exactly what he was afraid of. The male sat himself down a little bit away from the group, as he would probably have his own plans on how to deal with the mystery creature that they would fine. "Guess I'll be c͞͝ò̢͠m̀͟i͏n̡'̢͢ ͟a̡l҉òn̶̕͝g̶͟." A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ would state in his distorted voice as he raised one of his paws and conjured up his kitchen knife only to balance it on the top of his paw. The blade didn't really dig itself into his arm, as he made sure to conjure it up so that it was a little bit dull. This knife was only for show despite it still being capable of dealing some good damage.

"Speech."

A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ didn't give himself the looks that he had today. He had been given the appearance by his creators, at least the theme of what he looked like anyway. The eyes, tongue, and the wound across his neck were still traits that he had when he was living with the human. Even the glitching had transferred over into this world, which meant that he was more than capable of creeping out the creatures that he came up against. If they weren't afraid of him, then it just meant that they had seen other freaking things in their life. It could also mean that they were hiding something in their mind, and A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ enjoyed nothing more to find out what other creatures were afraid of. So that he would be able to play on their fears a little bit in order to get what he wanted from them. He wasn't against fighting those that in the BHR's either. Sure he would be better of not fighting anyone in the group right now since he had been trying his best to make sure that he wouldn't get kicked out of this place. If he did, it would become troublesome. Besides most of the creatures here were bigger than he was, and even if he was cocky with how strong he was and not wanting to back down from a fight, he would still get his ass kicked by something that was larger than him. Unless he actually did play his cards right to where he could use his ranged powers to make sure that he would remain out of grabbing distance of the creature. He had never fought anything that was bigger than him though, and the times that he had fought those that were in the clans, they had been under his mercy and were domestic cat's so far. He didn't have the skills or experience to deal with a hellhound just yet. Yet. He still wouldn't show that he was weak though, and when he heard the way Ashina spoke to him, he couldn't help but let a distorted giggle escape his jaws. "I take that as͘͡ ͏̧a ̢͝͞c̨̧omp͢͠l̶̵im̀͜eń̨t҉̕͟." A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ responded in his usual tone, his lips pulled over his gums to reveal the black and green colors that had replaced the normal flesh colors. The looks in his eyes though seemed to stare at the hellhound with the same emotions, instead, he was still looking at someone that he considered his prey. It seemed his eyes were trying to edge the other on to potentially getting into an argument with him, which might end up progressing to a fight. He always liked to push other's buttons after all. "I could s̢a̸y͡ th͞e ͝sa̵m̢ȩ with ye. Pretty sure b̕lack̴ ̧fu̴r̶ ̸a̴n̨d̕ red͘ ̕e̷yès͟ is overrated." A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ would tease back, raising his paw almost to emphasize the way that she looked. Sure he had black fur himself, but at least the other colors of his body were different. He could remember the countless times he had seen the cliche colors schemes while browsing the internet back at the house.

"Speech."

"The s̷c̛ent͟s̸ aro̵und͘ probably would have given it away if there was a͡ǹyơne ar͡o͝uņd́." A distorted would ring out from one of the hedges that a wildcat was standing on. He had teleported when he heard the voice, recognizing the voice belonging to a creature that had arrived on the territory fairly hurt from what he could gather. The bandages reminded the wildcat of the bandages that were now wrapped around the good doctors leg after he had attacked him in the first place. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ was looking down at Lukas with one of his grins, exposing the radioactive green gums and his heterochromatic eyes. Of course, the glitch had only arrived to mess with the other. The domestic cat seemed fragile from when he had first noticed the other, and that meant he believed that he would be able to take advantage of the other. There were only a couple of reasons why he interacted with different creatures, and it was so that he would be able to use them for his own selfish reasons. He wasn't here to make friends after all, and there were creatures that already lived here that knew the threat that he already held. The black leopard's head twitched in an awkward direction, causing the new stitches on his throat to stretch with the sudden action as he looked at the other. He was pretty sure that he hadn't introduced himself to the other since he had nearly passed out when he saw him. The other was at least determined to stay alive, but whether or not he was strong he was going to have to do a little bit of research of the other. There were some creatures that seemed to know the other though, which meant that he had probably existed here before he had arrived. "Name's A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕. Who a̡re ye͡?" The irishman questioned as he tilted his head in almost a questioning manner. This time when he did it, a glob of blood would leak out from the wound on his neck, that no matter who tried to patch him up, the wound would always open.

"Speech."

A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ never really had the opportunity for really any sort of exploration in his life. Even in the life that he was currently in right now, there was only so much he could do before he had to return back to this place to practically recharge his batteries. It was an annoying handicap, but it was what he was going to have to be patient about for the time being. He needed to be careful on how he acted around Jack, as he didn't want he other constantly asking why he tried to leave all the time. He didn't want to deal with the other Irishman asking him a ton of questions that he would much rather avoid instead. It would make his life easier, and it would be better if the other had no idea what was happening. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ should just be glad that he was able to move around at all. He had a much large place that he could explore, but once he had explored everything there wasn't really anything else for him to do. When he lived with the annoying human, he usually stayed inside of the others head in a portion of the consciousness that had been made to create him. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ remembered specifically that the inside of the other's mind almost seemed to act like a giant city. Each of the ego's would have their own places and were capable of morphing the place to the way that they would like it. If anyone tried to come into A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕'s space, it wasn't really anything special since it was just a regular room with a bed and a couple of the knit knacks here and there. He didn't have a lot of things because he knew that he wouldn't be staying there for very long. As he planned on having his own consciousness instead of sharing it with others. He had never really thought about what to do with the other ego's once he had managed to take over Jack's body. One thing that he could see happening though would be the other's trying to force him out of his body. He doubted that he could actually kill his creator and live from it.

They were too closely bonded and the other currently exist without him at the moment. Annoying as it may be. Getting stuck and having nothing to do to keep himself occupied while inside of the human's mind, he just decided that going to the internet was his best option for. One can learn a lot from being on the internet, and he learned a lot when it came to the topic of himself. The theories that spawned about him, which allowed him to understand why he had voices in his head at certain points. The voices became increasingly louder to the first attempt to actually kill his creator, and he no understood why because he had hyped up his own appearance for almost the entire month at least. He needed to be careful and avoid some of the ego's when he was concentrating. There were times that he did just go around and annoy them when they did appear. Whether that meant corrupting hours of footage that they had just recorded, or freaking them out when they walked through the house at night. All of the ego's seemed to have corporeal bodies, while he had to stick with Jack and have to hope that he would have enough energy to form a body of his own. Even to this day he had to be careful. He knew it would only be a matter of time though before him and the Irishman actually had a fight and that he would do anything to make sure to stay away from him. To where that he would even endure the pain of nearly having his soul ripped from his body just to be away from him. This was usually during the time that the other was prone to self harm, as anything to distract him from the pain of his unstable soul would get him through to the next day. Energy was also part of his daily routine, as he would hover around Jack for a couple of hours, their connection feeding energy to each other before he went off on his own. The other certain didn't like it when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and hung around him for several others, doing several different tasks just to piss the other off for his own entertainment.

There was only so much that each of them could take though, and it only took a couple of hours till he was full charged to go out and exploring for the rest of the day instead of being stuck in a cave with a castle. One thing that he wished with the place that the BHR's currently lived would be the breeze around the castle. They were in a cave, which meant that the air was fairly stagnant, making the air even hard for the like of the glitch to breathe in for that matter. Maybe it was the reason why he enjoyed being around forest's so much, as he enjoyed listening to the wind rustle through the leaves of the trees. The little things seemed to please the glitch about the environments he put himself in. He didn't have the luxury to being able to completely explore clan territories since most of them seem to span for miles anyway. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ was no longer interested in the fountain anymore though, and instead was more looking for a way to get out of the current situation that he was in. Sure Astralpaw was nice, and he could definitely take advantage of that if he really wanted to. The wildcat just had to be careful what he said because the other definitely wasn't going to be any sort of idiot. His heterochromatic eyes watched the hellhound as she dipped her paw into the fountain before flicking some water toward him. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the female as he wore an almost bored expression across his facial features. Really? He wasn't going to join in her little splashing game if that's what she wanted him to. Then she mentioned her sleeping schedule and how she didn't really have one. That was interesting. How was she not exhausted all the times? The several times that he had seen the hellhound she had been especially bubbly. "Is not ͞sl͏ee͘pi͟ng̸common in these pla͠cęs?" It was an honest question that the black leopard gave tilting his head in a questioning manner. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ was only trying to hide a couple of things from the creatures that lived in the BHR's. He wasn't going to hide where he came from, but he was going to hide his goal and how he treated Jack and Schneep. He didn't want the other to try and bug the other for questions on why they dealt with him or why they were constantly around each other. A low huff would escape his jaws at her question, and he finally decided to make his way all the way around the foundtain to where he had been sitting before, only a couple of inches away from Astralpaw. The glitch didn't really seem to flicker in an out of reality all that much, probably because he was calm. At least it seemed that way. He had a plan though. Sadly for the female, he had a short temper and he wouldn't last much longer. "I ain't fro̸m a̡n͡y ̶o҉f ̨the ͝c̡lan̴s if that's what ye͏'̸re ̴a҉skin͟. I was a human, ki̡ņd o̶f͟." A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ would state, and it wasn't an entire lie to say the least. He was technically part of a human, but wasn't really a human himself. He was more like a computer virus, waiting to attach to those that got too close and corrupt them. His gaze focused on her, waiting to judge her interest. He was going to use his past as bait.

"Speech."

A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ felt like part of him shouldn't end up blaming Jack for the way he was stuck in the house. It was very hard for him to hold a corporeal form at the time and to keep his glitching from happening as it seemed to happen no matter what he did to try and control it. The glitchiness that his body exhibited seemed to be the way to show how his emotions were holding together. It had been recently that he had the doctor stitch up a bit on the wound on his neck and he had ended up glitching a little bit too far when Argus had made an appearance, making his anxiety sky rocket. Which had driven the needle that Schneep had been using his neck, which had been decently painful but it wasn't something that had really been of any concern. The same had happened whenever the doctor had tried to patch him up when Jack had still been a human. It was an interesting process, but since A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ had a hard time sitting around in general, it simply meant that the process was going to have to go slow so that the wound wouldn't end up getting worse from any sort of mistake. Anyway, the male wanted to believe that Jack had done everything to try and make him feel included when he was introduced toward the rest. There was a doubt in his mind though, whether it was the doubt that had been put into his mind by his creators, or doubt that came up by himself after a little bit of thinking, that he had just been created and no one wanted to deal with how much of a trouble he was going to turn out to be so they put him on the backburner. This made A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ fairly angry, and he wasn't sure how to bring it up toward the others, so he didn't. He kept it all bottled up, until the point that it started to eat him away, and each time anyone saw him, he was in a soured mood. Maybe if he was just treated like the rest it would have happened, but they all knew the different types of lore behind him, and that he had the potential to be a threat. During the first couple of days of being created, A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ didn't have a concrete idea of what he wanted to do with himself, and didn't know why the others had given him strange looks.

Sure he looked interesting, but looks weren't everything right? There had been an attempt on his part to go out into the open world without telling anyone where he was going. He had geared himself up, well not nearly, he had transported his almost transparent form to have clothes on before deciding to go out. The glitch didn't really get the option though, because a couple steps down the road, he heard a familiar voice yelling at him. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't exactly run away because he knew that if he got lost then he would be in a whole world of trouble. It would mean that there was a chance for him to completely become exhausted and not have a way to travel back toward the house. So, A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ had no choice but to turn around and face Jack, who questioned him for what he was doing out here without any of the rest of them around. Angry, he didn't bother to answer Jack, and instead just stormed back to the house and didn't talk to anyone for the rest of the day. The rest of them seemed to realize fairly quickly to leave him alone when he wasn't acting well. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ held it against Jack for that day, even if it wasn't exactly his fault and something that he didn't have completely control over either. The mind was certainly a fickle thing though. One small adjust here and there and he could practically have anyone crawling at his paws. If their mind was open enough for manipulation that was. He just had as much fun when it came to distorting reality for others, as if the world that they knew was falling around them and that they were stuck in a situation where it could prove fatal if they weren't careful. Hallucinations were his specialty because he could conjure up a bunch of fake illusions that could easily make anyone uncomfortable if done correctly. He hadn't messed with really anyone's mind, but he did plan on messing with the mind of a certain female back in the BHR's. She almost had the same nice personality that Jack did, and being around the female made him want her gone and away from him. But then he had realized how much of a waste that would ultimately end up being. Why kill someone in a group when he could just use them to even make more of a statement? He had to wait for the right time for something like that though, since he doubted that she would really be suspicious of him. She was young after all, and technically so was he but he had the mind of a twenty seven year old human so he was an exception for that at least. The black leopard watched as the female in front of him, her facial expressions started to change to express several different emotions almost at once. He knew that his digging was working, and he was making sure that he didn't miss any loose ends. The only issue would now making others believe that he had known her and she was like him.

Schneep certainly wouldn't by it, but the good doctor didn't know what he did in his spare time at least. And then came the grin that spread across the domestic cat's maw. The sadistic smirk that was spread across his own face had been replaced with a wide grin, one that some would consider somewhat off-putting at first glance. It had worked, and it had certainly used up a lot of energy. Her saying his name though returned a little bit of that energy as a spark of electricity came from a portion of his back. The wildcat would sit himself down, now slowly becoming exhausted, especially since his time was running out. But he had been lucky enough to go exploring and see a face that he had been able to manipulate, and he wondered how far he would be able to take this. Now, even his current state A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ exactly enjoy the aspect of physical contact. But he would oblige Feverdreams for the time being as he felt her paws wrap barely around his body. He would raise one of his own paws and place it over her back, a low distorted chuckling escaping his jaws. "It has been a d͏a̛mn̡ l̀ong͞ t҉ìme hasn't it? I m͏is̡sed y̸e." Lies left the other's jaws like he was speaking normally. He didn't miss the female, but it was to indulge how emotional she was being right now. He was able to learn a good deal where she came from. Shadowclan. He was going to have to remember that name and where they were at so that he didn't make any mistakes in his story. If he did, he could always erase her memory, but that would take energy and it would be easier for him to have the knowledge in general at this point since he was living in the clans. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ would lean himself a little bit backwards though as he looked at her. "Hey Fev, I got a g͢ot͝ ̢a p͞r̀e̡s͞ent, but ye got to çl̷ós͘e ͢y͘our eyes." The glitch's voice seemed to have taken a little bit of a playful tone now when he spoke. He didn't doubt for a second that she wouldn't follow his instruction.

"Speech."

A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi didn't really care about the so called legion. The female Apollyon or whatever her name was had pissed him off by simply ignoring him when he appeared. A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi was used to getting some form of reaction from others when he appeared, so that meant when he didn't get any form of a reaction it urked him to say the least. The wildcat had to make a name for himself after all, and so far he was doing a good job right now, as he had a developing puppet at his paws. The young male had heard a voice in the distance followed by a familiar voice of Feverdreams. He was glad that the other was going around and making a name for herself in a place like this, as everyone was going to need to know her if his plan was going to work at least. The black leopard would teleport onto the scene, his blood stained paws landing heavily on the ground as he appeared. He recognized all the faces that had gathered toward the domestic cat. That seemed to have some sort of armor on her from the looks of it. He didn't really see the need of armor, but he had never really saw creatures wear armor until a certain someone made an appearance. He was off to the side compared to the rest of the group, as A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ didn't exactly enjoy physical contact or being close toward others. Blood dripped from the wound on his neck, that didn't phase the wildcat since it was part of his appearance despite it being an actual injury. He wore his usual grin across his facial features as his heterochromatic eyes looked at her. It was almost ironic, because A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕ was far from being a peacekeeper, his goal was literally to create nothing more than just literal chaos in all the groups he came across. And no one could stop him once he was powerful enough either. The black leopard sat himself down, the stench of death and rotting corpses coming from his form. The creature's body would seem to glitch of existence for a couple of seconds before he actually started talking. "

Name's A̙͘n͏t̼̙̺͉̟ͅi̪͕." The creatures voice was distorted when he spoke, as if there were two voices trying to talk over one another. And when he said his name, a spark of electricity seemed to come off from a small portion of his back.

"Speech."