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  • DOVAKIIN / private

    OOC: Granted fam <3


    IC: He didn't even know what hit him mentally. When the RiverClan started to speak, it was easy to overpower the child since he had never experienced a mental attack like this before. The urge to fight had drained from him mid-sentence, and he felt oddly...calm and complacent when he started to step forward. Were he in the right state of mind, he would have been questioning all of this and then exploding into a ball of fire and rage when he figured out she had been using weird powers on him.


    In his state, he couldn't try to avoid the attack and felt his body crash against the ground with a soft grunt. Claws dug into his ankle, and the briefest flicker of panic stung his heart until the power had taken hold of him once more. Blaise could only make a faint grunt of pain.


    Tags (Updated 11/26)

  • shadows scream that i'm alone - PRIVATE, BLAISE

    "Thanks." Blaise said, glad that the awkward part of the deal was over with. He slid the bag of green glory over to him, grinning as he ripped and dumped the contents on a large wrap he brought. A flick of his claw was enough to light it up, and he brought it up to his beak and took in a long puff. "Oh by anything holy and unholy, you Cartal know how to grow your shit..." He breathed out, already feeling something of a buzz.


    Tags (Updated 11/26)

  • WASTELAND | Weekly Tasks - 11/24 - 12/1

    "Confetti, sis, go get as many presents as you can and start passing them out to any BloodClanner." He answered the call for a weekly task. "You're the cheeriest one of us, you should do fine, right?"


    Tags (Updated 11/26)

  • OH HAI (OPEN + MEET AND GREET)

    Blaise snorted, a smirk crossing his maw as he took another puff of his 'green savior' as he called it. The stress of broken wings and whatever that she-demon had done to her had cause him to smoke a lot more than one a week. This was his third. Yo Princess." He grinned, remembering this one. She was his mentor's child, wasn't she? "Names Blaise."


    Tags (Updated 11/26)

  • DOVAKIIN / private

    OOC: I roleplay it as drawing out a ghostly, eterial orb that you suck in through skin contact. But thats just me. Np fam <3


    IC: What...in the fuck had just happened?


    Blaise blinked once, twice, three times when he felt that the strange fog lifting with her leaving. He could somewhat feel the pain in his other wing. That made two. His wings were broken and he was...he was useless. Though this time, he didn't have to look far on who the culprit was. "RiverClan." His head seethed, making him dig his claws into the ground despite the nerve-splitting pain threatening to make him black out.


    "They'll all fuckin' pay for this.."

  • Breathe. (Open, Character Development/Injuries)

    The smoke coming out of his feathers was nothing compared to the sounds that tugged at his psyche. Those bastards. Those unbelievable bastards. His claws almost burst with smoke and steam as they touched the ground underneath him, while his hooves left charred bits of his fury marked behind him. When he finally made it into camp, he couldn't hold it back anymore.


    Without the restraint of mortal soul, it was a lot easier to let his father's blood pour in.


    The pain was enough on his wing that he didn't even notice his skin peeling away on his back leg. Nor did he seem to notice the blinding light coming from it, the raised skin, and the surge of power until a rune could be seen formed on his body. A rune symbolizing angelic power.


    He was too mad at RiverClan to really give a shit. "I..I need help. RiverClan..RiverClan attacked me. Immobilized me with some..some spell and they..." He said, his voice choking back most of the turmoil and pain that his body was feeling. "Wing...face.."


    OOC: Wounds are scratches around his face and leg, and his right wing is broken.


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH SURELY DIES — joining

    OOC: Pre-soul stealing hell


    IC: Blaise grunted as he stepped to the border, looking at the joiner with a neutral look, and then a smirk. "Yo. Welcome to BloodClan then, Lars. Just don't cause any trouble and we'll be square." S grin split across his face. "Names Blaise. I'm a third tier. Though if you need any questions answered I'm sure one of our leaders should be around."


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • IT ALL LEADS BACK || (o)+Selling

    Drugs. No one would suspect Blaise to be a druggie, but the little hippogryph did like his weed. He stopped near the border when the Cartelian had started to open shop, unsure exactly what he could do. On one hand...a lot of the Cartel were assholes lead by a mad demon. On the other hand, weed. "..I'm gonna wait and see what anyone else thinks. No offense." He said, his face a neutral mask. But his eyes never left the smidgen of weed he could see from the bag.


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • time after time | o, meet and greet

    "Yo." Blaise greeted, a grin on his maw that didn't exactly meet his eyes. The wounds and stealing of souls had done nothing to make is mood any better, but the curious thing was, it didn't really matter now. Not having a soul meant less emotion, and that was completly fine with him if it meant he could do more for BloodClan now. Kind of annoying for RiverClan to do that, but he'd have his revenge eventually. They were really pushing their luck.


    "Names Blaise. And I guess the interesting thing is that I'm a bastard son of Permafrost." Usually, the name would mean something to someone. Maybe a relative, or an old friend or rival. But he hoped that this one wouldn't. Less pressure on him to be a Du-Ciel, honestly.


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • GOING ONCE // o + myriani attacked

    Blaise had been on his usual stroll through the border when the scent of blood caught his attention. Normally it would have been dried and decaying smelling, but this smelled fresh. Not only fresh, but it had BloodClan scent associated with it as well. A whisp of smoke rose from his feathers as he made a mad dash to the cause.


    He didn't expect it to be his friend.


    The hippogryph felt a snarl choking in his throat, but he swallowed it down in shock. No Myri. She was always so sweet to the Clan. They were fire buddies. Sure she was the daughter of a hater, but he couldn't fault her for that. And now she had been attacked by someone or something he couldn't recognize. The smoke erupted into a flaming wreath around his neck as he cried, "MYRI! Shit, Myri, are you okay? Who did this to you? Can you speak? Shit shit..." He turned his head back and called out loudly with telepathy, "MYRIS HURT, SOMEONE HELP!"


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • WASTELAND | Weekly Tasks - 11/24 - 12/1

    Blaise cocked an eyebrow at one of the Armour spawns, and he gave a warm, encouraging grin. "Alright Merc. I want you to try and make some crafts and give them around to any member you can find. Drawings, flower crowns, anything you can think of."

  • GOING ONCE // o + myriani attacked

    "Hey, fire buddy.." He said, his voice tight with his gaze looking not exactly at her. Whoever had hurt her was going to be roadkill by the time he was done with them. "You're gonna be okay. We're not gonna let you suffer long, alright?" "And when you tell us who did it I'm going to break their spine in half and give it to you as a gift." His mind seethed, the tips of his broken wings flaming. He was going to make them pay, he swore of it.


    He stopped his murder spree planning when Amour came, breathing a sigh of relief. "Is there anything I can do to help? At all?" He asked his mentor, his claws gouging lines into the dirt.


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • WASTELAND | Weekly Tasks - 11/24 - 12/1

    "Dracula, go start a small training session. Anything on anti-kidnapping would be great." Blaise nodded, flattening an ear for a moment before looking straight at Az. "Azazel, be an annoyance to an enemy of your choice. Pranks, prey-stealing, anything would be awesome. Would recommend ThunderClan or SkyClan, but anything would be fine."

  • ( fortune and fame -- open, gift baskets )

    "I'll take ColouredClan once more." Blaise spoke up, though his voice seemed like forced pleasantries than anything. His claws grabbed the basket and he trotted onnaway without another word.


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • Sorry 'bout your parents. (Open, Gifts)

    The hippogryph stopped again near the ColouredClan border, wondering how he must have looked the last time he had been there. He had been a little younger, had only one leg broken, and was only a first tier of BloodClan. Now he was a third, two broken wings, and a soul-stealing incident had stolen half of what made him..well, him.


    Not to mention he has found half-angel in his blood. Guess who he has to blame for that?


    Blaise set down the basket, dressed in red bows and filled with many of the usual trinkets, gifts, and a few holiday decorations to boot. With the winter season almost upon them he knew that others would try their hat at decorating the territory. "Hello? I come baring gifts."


    Tags (Updated 11/28)

  • I'VE GOT DRINKS TO DRINK (meeting 11/29) AND MEN TO HOLD

    The hippogryph gave a small huff of relief. He had been wondering when the next meeting would be, and he was grateful that it was sooner rather than later. Carefully holding his wings in with a painful wince, he settled himself nearby Amour and looking up at their main leader with a curious cock of the head. This would bring the usual promotions and demotions, but he hoped that something would happen for the holidays.


    He didn't have to wait long for the announcements. The demotions were necessary, especially with Ziggy leaving them high and dry. The promotions were equally appreciated since he had seen them all around, especially Quarentine and Aza. And then there was his own promotion, something he accepted with a gracious bow and a grin. "Thank you for the promotion, Evangeline. Congratulations to those promoted and noticed, and my condolences to Catalyticnightmare."


    At the last part, the hippogryph couldn't help but have a wicked grin on his maw. Holiday fun for allies and enemies, something he had been trying to spread out in his weekly task week. "I know RiverClan deserves some good 'holiday cheer' after what they did to my wing!"


    Tags (Updated 11/30)