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  • RPA | ROLEPLAYERS' ADVANCED ASSOCIATION

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    screms


    - both esk and bane
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  • watching stars collide — open, returning a lost child

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    "I'm sure you're not ever lost," Despite the happy tone of everyone's voices here (well, most everyone- and well, mostly false) Bane did want to convey to the cub that he should not be leaving camp again without alerting someone. "But next time you best tell me before you go wandering off. Can't have you disappearing on us. What would we do without you? The clan would surely be in shambles." He speaks seriously, though a smile plays at the corners of his war-familiar muzzle.


    And then he asks if he's happy that Cottonfawn was here. Wolfsbane's smile falters, but he doesn't get a chance to reply, as his silence is swallowed up both by Cottonfawn's own words, and then by Louis' squeals and chants that seem to settle that. Bane tenses slightly, but not visibly, and so he simply nods. He supposed that answered that.


    Bane was prepared to say his goodbyes and give an excuse that he had duties to attend to, but before he could, Louis urged the two ex-friends to hug. Babe's brows furrowed a brief moment before he allowed a scoff to escape him. "Oh, I'm not the hugging type." That wasn't entirely a lie. He would embrace others- but only those he trusted. His natural defensive and aggressive demeanor did not give him a teddy bear effect, and now with this new soul in him who was more paranoid and suffered PTSD, hugs often weren't as comforting as they meant to be.


    "I have tasks to get done anyways. I'll be sure to catch up with him later, though." He just hoped Louis maintained the thought that everything was fine. His goal was to keep the cub happy.


    > hella rushed bc school
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  • Question about changes + future changes

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    supporting felix here and echoing his words.


    i feel, as a longtime member here, the community as a whole is lacking a voice. or, rather, we have a voice, but one that seems to fall on deaf ears. i hate to create any drama, and that is not the purpose of this post, or felix's thread i truly believe, but i do think this needs to be said again.

  • cutting edge

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    anyone been? tell me all about it!!
    i wanna go w a group of my friends this weekend so,,! yeah!!

  • CAUSE' IM SELFISH, IM OBSENE && open, capture/torture???

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    Torture. A concept with mixed opinions from the ex-king of torture in DarkClan ages ago. He remembered how he had won several challenges with flying colors-- and numbers, for that matter-- of how many torture sessions he had held. How often he had sunk tooth or claw into the slippery organs of a helpless victim, branding them with scars so they'd remember how they were at his mercy. He had been a killer. Ruthless and merciless- without feeling or care. He'd eagerly take down any soul who had stood in his way without batting an eye.


    But now? Now Wolfsbane was a man who had endured too much for him to lack emotion in the eyes of a troubled soul. How much had he lost? Lovers, beloved friends, family, clanmates, his own leaders, apprentices, his own children. The amount was innumerable over time, and the amount of grief that laid upon his shoulders pushed down upon his sunken chest.


    And then there was the addition of a new soul into his body. Warhound. He was younger and angrier, and oh how he was thirstier for violence. He challenged Bane, testing him and prodding at his reckless habits, playing with him in order to achieve his own wants of his own broken soul. But two broken souls did not make a whole.


    And so Wolfsbane was let with little shattered pieces inside his body of these souls, his heart not a solid piece it seemed. His thoughts no longer in unison.


    So the tiger sat himself a fair distance from the reptile whom dragged an Exiler before them. Traitor. Exiler. Scum. Wolfsbane, even in his sympathetic standpoint, had absolutely no regard for Exilers. And Warhound? Even less. So Wolfsbane sat silently, eyes locked onto the victim, his eyes clear but dark with disdain for the creature. No words left his articulated mouth, no actions puppetering his war-familiar vessel.
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