"If they think they can play dirty with us, they got another thing coming." The warlord grinned, claws flexing into the dirt. "Stealing prey, setting fire to their territory. Both at the same time. Kidnapping more of their high positions just to show what will happen when they mess with us." He laid down against the ground, pondering many more ideas that ran through his head.
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"Holy-" Blaise began to screech out, flames erupting on his wing before he felt the harsh blow to his head. The warlord dropped down like a sack of potatos onto the dusty ground.
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Blaise's vision was blurry, his head felt like it was spinning off axis. "What in the fuck.." The hippogryph hissed, feeling little of the sand while his head seemed like it was going to crack right open. But when he turned to stone, he could feel his limbs freezing. "What the fuck is this?!"
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Feeling his tomb disintegrate around him, he staggered onto his feet and hissed with blurry vision facing the strange smelling smudge. "You...You're SunClan trash, aren't you?" He grinned a little. "And here I thought ya'll would be smart enough not to come back. Or did you finally find what we did to her, then?" He aimed a breath of fire at Hawkmoon.
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The hippogryph was still disorientated from the blow to the skull, and when he attempted to get out of the way of the sand, he got further entangled into it. His head slammed against the ground with a resounding crack, and he knew no more. His body flopped against the ground, unmoving and unconscious.
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OOC: The thread is missing apparently o.o
IC: Blaise's head rolled a little as he was picked up, then vanished.
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Not a lot was left of the Warlord besides the bit of blood that was on the ground and claw marks in the ground. The intruder had left their scent unmarked.
Who knows where the Warlord was teleported away to.
OOC: He's gonna get fucked up in SunClan for a bit but I'll still do retro posts <3
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The Warlord didn't make a sound when he was coming back to.
A golden eye whipped open when he was tethered to the ground, the fire back in his limbs as his talons glowed with heat and warmth. He had no idea A rumble of laughter came through his lungs. "So, SunClan's not a bunch of petty thieves after all." He grinned a little. His father had once told tales of when SunClan had been an anti-clan under his rule, but the hippogryph didn't believe it until now. "A shadow of it still lingers."
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Blaise's eyes looked at each SunClanner that came around, his talons etching marks into the ground with a savage grin. But it faltered once it got to the sight of her. In the stone, his angelic mark began to glow when the shadowy bile rose in his throat once more. "..Before I leave, I am taking what is rightfully mine...Y͢ò̖̪̯ụ̺͈́ ͙̝͍͉̖͎̪b̥͔̟̮͎̖͜i͇̮̝͍̼t̯c͏̪h̜̗͚͉̭̭͢." He hissed out, preparing to spit an ember out at Lucia.
But he grimaced, and the only thing that came from him was a small droplet of liquid shadow.
Finally, he switched his gaze over towards the leader, and he could't help but let a wide grin form on his face. "Listen babe, if you think you can get information from me, you're dreaming."
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OOC: I think this fits for battle music
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The hippogryph saw her sprint directly at him, and he quickly sidestepped when she got close enough and aimed to strike her in the face with a flaming wing. He had lowered the temperature so it wouldn't burn severely, but it would still sting and bruise if it hit. Ever been hit by an angry swan? He reared up onto his hooves, fire spreading through his bones as he rushed at her, aiming to bowl her over with claws and hooves.
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"Yo, don't gotta yell, you know?" Blaise grinned, the holiday-themed hippogryph grinning as he made his way in front of Agape. "Welcome to BloodClan, then. I'm Blaise. Warlord. Don't expect you to remember either of those, but if you need any help don't be afraid to ask."
OOC: Retro to capture
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The BloodClanner was hit, but he did not flinch at the blood trickling down the cut on his head. He chuckled, a low and aggressive noise. "I was born from ice, miss. Though I think you'd know him better as the one who force-fed you your own flesh. Don't try to make me afraid with a little chill." He was having too much fun like this. "Honestly, soul-stealing bitch over there did more damage than you. So did SunClan become a pro-clan because they were this weak and pathetic?"
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"Heh." He grinned down at her, aiming to bump her playfully with a wing. "Probably. My old man would probably overtake me anyway." At her second thought, he looked full face at her with another thoughtful look. "That's because you're my friend and know me better." He said, looking back ahead towards the sun. "..The only one, to be honest."
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"Gabriel," He looked down from the rock. "Your task will be to get us a good christmas tree and get the Clan to help decorate it. Would make things a lot more festive."
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OOc: Welcome to BloodClan btw <3
IC: "We got some good food back at camp. I think the deer me and my dad bagged is still fresh enough if you want some." The hippogryph offered, twitching his horse-like tail to gesture to follow him as he turned to walk back to camp.
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It was one thing to hurt him physically. It was another to hurt the thing he pride himself on. An eye watched one of the antlers be lopped off with a sickening crack, and for a moment he felt a wound in his heart. But it quickly turned to fire as he aimed to send a jet of flames at Hawkmoon. "Low blow, dude."
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"Yet." He said, feeling in his spine. He had never felt such cold in his wing, and his ruffling of feathers didn't seem to stop it. "I can't kill you yet." He was a very arrogant soul, but he had reason to be so. None had been able to put him down for long, and he always had his last scratch before he sent them back to whatever heathen-filled spawn they came from. But still, he had never faced a situation where he was at the mercy of several at once.
"..I'm not telling you jack shit. Just as you're loyal to these rats, I am loyal to my Clan." He said with a tone of finality. He wasn't going to spill the beans on BloodClan, even if it meant sacrificing a part of him to do so. That was what he vowed to the Clan once he received his position and like hell was he going to go back on his word.
"Oh, and you think your shadows hide you, bitch? Now that I have your name, I am not resting until I get what's mine." He suddenly spat out towards the kitsune, his rune glowing brighter as he spoke.
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few years ago my dude
and lol guys blaise is gonna lose his wing and his horn
hes a one winged angel now -
He felt the wing shatter into pieces, flecks of blood pouring out of each piece and bits of feather that came loose from the ice floating in the northern breeze. The hippogryph hissed, his talons on his free paw extending into the dirt and leaving long, jagged gouges. His eyes were fixed on the frozen, numb stump that wiggled feebly. There went his dreams of flying. A sickening feeling descended in his guts. He had not learned how to fly yet, but it was on his bucket list on dreams on accomplish.
A dream snatched away by his enemies.
He looked back at Rukia when she ripped out one of his warm talons, aiming to try and burn her tongue when she bit down. "Cheater." He snarled. "If you knew already, what's the-Oh." He stopped. "Some sick revenge ploy for what we did to you." The Warlord paused for a moment. "..Poetic."
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blaise thinks hes an asshole lol
I think hes a good character <3