Posts by Viper Bordeaux

AHHHHH LAST MINUTE PROMPT FOR FRENCH BAB

hamilton ref ftw

Viper stumbled into camp in a daze, limping heavily on his back leg. Blood stained his albino fur and the serval smelled strongly of DarkClan. He shook his head to try to steady his vision before he collapsed, his already broken glasses falling off his face.

The wounded serval let out a low moan as he tried to move his bloody leg. It was obviously broken and one side of his face was stashed open by claws. There was black fur still in is claws from when he made feeble attempts to defend himself against his DarkClan attacker.

Project K

Viper's little body trembled and he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out besides a tiny scream. He appeared to be having some kind of breakdown, probably due to his schizophrenia. He curled up in a tiny ball, sobbing into Project's coat which was still wrapped around the Frenchman's fragile little body. "Blackweed..." The Frenchie whispered, flinching away from Project. He definitely didn't want anything to do with him after what just happened. Viper looked up at Xael, hoping to find at least a bit of comfort in the one who had been at his joining. He didn't want anything to do with Project anymore. He turned to face Project for a second. "P-please go away." He sniffled, covering his face with one shaking paw as he cried.

Viper sniffled, looking up at Tox. "P-please don't hurt her too bad. For Project's sake." The little Frenchie pulled himself onto his remaining three legs and hobbled blindly after Project. "Project? Are you alright?" He asked, moving slower than usual due to his injuries.

French_Whore has logged on.

French_Whore: Hi people I probably know, but don't know because anonymous-ness.

French_Whore: Does the offer for cookies still stand?

French_Whore: And if there's a fight, I'm leaving.

Viper leaped back when her felt Blaze's claws on his face. The tiny serval looked close to tears when he turned and disappeared into the bushes back the way the group had come, he was fed up with getting attacked.

Viper fell ungracefully from a tree in front of the feline. He groaned and picked his broken glasses up off the floor. The albino serval blinked a few times to clear his vision before his pretty blue eyes landed on the grimalkin. "Bonjour! I haven't seen you here before. I'm Viper." The Frenchman didn't bother with his whole name, it was too long.

A second later, the albino serval woyld appear. "Salut!" The Frenchman chirped, his accent thick as honey. "I'm Viper. Drug division? I'm in that!" The petite male was also in the prostitution division, but apparently that was bad to mention, or something. What could the serval say? He got more ass than a toilet seat and he wanted people to know about it.

Project K

The albino serval cautiously approached the boarder, his tail between his legs. He half expected Tequilaheart to come rocketing out of the bushes at him. His broken leg was still completely useless and he dragged it behind him. He held Project's coat and dogtags in his teeth and reached a paw around his cargo to push his glasses up on his nose. He gazed around for Project. The Frenchman had brought back Project's belongings, but he had mostly come to apologize. He also just wanted to see Project alive one more time before he left back to the Cartel to live out he rest of his life, how ever long it may be.

Viper gave her a smile, steadying himself on his three working legs. One of his back legs trailed behind him, clearly broken. "Greetings, Bay. I assume you're here to join?" He little serval flicked his tail.

"Hi." Viper whispered when he had laid the items in front of Project. "I brought those back for you. Thought maybe you'd want them. I also came to say sorry... About the cigarette and the whole me loving you thing... I'm sorry." The Frenchman whispered, shrugging. He didn't meet Project's eyes, afraid of what he'd find there.

Viper nodded. He wrapped Project's huge jacket around himself and slipped his dogtags over his ears. "Thanks... It gets cold sometimes in the Cartel... And boring now that you've left." He mumbled, shrugging. "I can understand why. The Cartel's just full of druggies and sluts like me, nothing too amazing there." The Frenchman wordlessly scolded himself for his self pity. "How's... The Sanctuary?" He scraped at the ground with one forepaw.

"I'm always worried about you... Then again, I worry about everyone. Xael says I get too close to people." Vioer shrugged, looking down. "I've missed you though. You kept me warm at night... There's this one guy who just returned to the drug division... Maybe he'll like me. Truthfully, I dunno if he's gay or not. Guess I'll find out eventually." He chuckled half heartedly.

Viper leaned close to him, very carefully smoothing down the fur of Project's legs. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you and ruined your life." He mumbled, his face wrinkling in disgust when he tasted the tang of the infection, but continued to groom Project.

"Yeah... But I feel bad." The Frenchman looked up at him with big blue eyes. "How's everything with that new girl? And have to heard anything about Tequilaheart?" He mumbled his attacker's name like the vary mention of her would bring her though the swamps to kill him.

Viper stepped towards him. "But... Buy I don't hate you!" He wailed, clumsily pulling himself to his paws. "Please don't leave forever..."

"Yes you will! I saw this loner around... You could try talking to her. I just walked near her and scared her half to death. She looked nice and peaceful." Viper offered, looking up at him with bright eyes.

"She seemed like a pretty okay person!" Viper pleaded, pressing his side to Project's. "I just want you to be happy!"

"Then I guess you'll be unhappy in the swamps with me." Viper declared, pressing his nose into the other male's neck fur.