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"If you want one take one," he muttered in response, glancing up briefly. There was no need for frivolous chat, at least as far as Ezekiel was concerned. After a moment of chewing on his cheek he began to fidget. People calling him Zeke still made him uncomfortable. Sure, that's what he told people to call him, but his name had history. History that made his heart bitter and thoughts sour. Maybe he didn't even deserve that name anymore. He was such a disgusting, terrible person... He was grotesque. So absolutely horrific and awful that it was comical. Perhaps the name Groteske, the name he gave himself, was appropriate again. Ezekiel was the name he deserved when he was good and... And worthy of having an actual name. At that moment he probably should have just been called "it" or something. He was below having a proper name. Right? Right.
Shifting so he faced Chester more he said softly, "your a medic, right? Can I talk to you about something?"
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Zeke is only like three/four years
... Guess that is old man-ish for ff huh?
My true son and original character would be like uhhhhhh five/six years now but I started roleplaying him when he was like three months so he's oollldddddd
Jesus
Anyway
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Naw it's not cliche
Well if you do it right which like you will because your bomb af??
That'd be
A good plot?
I support it like
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How did he go about saying this? He barely, barely knew Chesspieces, and what he wanted ask was rather personal. Not that he had an issue with making all his dirty laundry as open as possible, but it was still akward. "Well," he chewed on his cheek harder, "do you know if there's.. uh, anywhere can go when uhm, I need some quiet." He out more emphasis on the last word, quiet, glancing away. Only a couple nights ago he had had the chance to swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He could've been dead at that very moment if things had gone even a tad differently. So, maybe it would be best to be able to go somewhere where someone could watch over him. Make sure he didn't do anything stupid and keep away any dangerous objects. It was a genuine issue, and at that point in his life he was a danger to himself point blank. Embarrassed by his admittance of an issue even if it was such a blasé way to say he was terribly suicidal and a danger to himself. "Just in case," he added quickly.
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okay first of all
YOUVE BEEN DUPED THIS WAS THE SHIPPI G THREAD THE WHOLE TIME MUAHAHAH
But also
I FREAKING LOVE THAT IT FITS JACOB SO WELL HOLY MTOHER
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ugh today's been terrible
Fantasticcccccc
Ahhhh
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So there was a weird lady watching a giant wolf and... A tiny little dragon? Ezekiel had been on his way back to camp so he could get a bit to eat. He'd hunt like everyone else, but both his back legs were fucked and his ribs were also, as so elequent-ly described, fucked. So hunting was kinda not gonna happen. Which, yeah, it made him feel awful because he was as useful as a newborn, but them's the facts. Anyway, what was going with this jumble of animals. "Having a party up there?" He said jokingly, though his tone wasn't all that nice.
The large canine, malnourished and sullen, sat down with a blank expression. God, what the hell was going on.
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Zeke had been chewing on a wad of mint in his home as he tried to kick his smocking habit. As it turned out mint was no match for nicotine and he gave in, swiping a cigarette from his carton and heading outside. And of course with his luck Cole, the mumbling dude who saw him contemplate suicide, ran like a lighting bolt on fire just as he stepped a paw out. His first thought was not 'should I help this guy's or 'call for help', instead he just grimaced at what a nuisance clan life was. Of course he abandoned the cigarette to go help Cole out, maybe a little too calmly he had to admit, and yelled, "Cole needs help!" His eyes popped open and louder than before he shouted, "fire!" It took a moment to get him booted up.
Limping as fast he could Zeke followed Cole until the wolf fell into a puddle of pain. Then, there was nothing except for flames. Righteous. "What the fuck, dude!" He yelled, head whipping around. He was not qualified to care for Cole. In a panic he mostly just hopped around the fire and kept yelling for help until he noticed something kinda weird. The flames weren't really burning him, at least as far as he could tell. It just seemed like they were causing him pain. Which wasn't good, but fuck, it was an improvement. Unless it was burning him... Holy shit, what if he was watching someone be burned alive? "Someone, fire, there's a person on fire!" He was hopping like a rabbit now, just trying to bring attention to where he was. He had no elemental powers and could barely walk so even getting water like in the good old days would probably take hours. The best he could do at that moment was make as much noise as he could. Not that Cole wasn't being loud as fuck himself.
// Sorry this is more comical my muse is dead and so am I
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IMAGINE EATING TEETH LIKE POPCORN
Thank you and good night
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"Without my morning whiskey I wouldn't be awake," he paused then added, "which I'm starting to think would be better than this." So the chick wasn't another happy Nancy, but instead a bitchy, well, bitch. Fantastic, wonderful, absolutely breathtaking, so original. Exactly what the clan needed, a second Aleksei. Listening to her pleasantly edgy introduction he snorted, eyes rolling just to poke fun at her dramatic display seconds before. "That's very -," he paused, holding back the urge to continue with hot topic of you, and instead said, "I... Jesus Christ."
That chick was way too much for him. Bitchy, rude, and thinking she was hot shit? Yeah, no thanks. Children these days were getting more and more shitty, thinking they could just outright say they would leave any second, no loyalty no nothing and be welcomed anyway. Though of course she would be. Turning around he'd glance at Pierce then leave. Pierce could deal with that.
// Ic opinions of course
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Late af don't mind me but Zeke is in two categories with ties would I still get an accolade or?
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My head feels like mint yay I love with shampoooooo
Thanks you
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Bullshit. That was just bullshit. Rolling his eyes Ezekiel turned and walked away without a word, sour expression present. Exactly what he needed that that moment, the whole clan knowing he was a fuck up and useless and a fucking dumbass. Whatever. Whatever.
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So, he's a blizzardclan member, but I've been struggling with activity there and it might just be the clan because I do have a lot of muse for him. I'd prefer somewhere active where I can post a couple times a day and be chill. OOC community is huge for me and I really love active chats. Though that's just me being picky. Zeke is depressed and grumpy and just like stupid. Ya know. Oh and he'll still be a member of blizzardclan, though that might change with how things go.
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I'll definitely be checking out Bloodclan for sure, thank you Pen!
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I've heard very good things about hawkclan so I'll also check that out
Oo and Sunclan!
Thank you <3
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Hello
I heard this is
Sinclan??
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EYYY
it is king depression himself here to bless the lands with tears and whiskey
Ey thank you
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I wanna make a green tea bitch™ character really bad but I can barely handle Zeke right now
Cri