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  • BLOOD-STAINED LIPS — joining

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    Bigby had been wandering around the evergreen surroundings of Darkclan's camp when his fellow members had welcomed Connor. His muzzle was kept low to the ground, his huge paws dragging in the freshly fallen snow as he took in the woodlands smell. The huge brute was hungry, a common sensation. With all the energy he used and his incredible body mass, the male did require a lot of sustenance to keep up with his daily activities. The mighty canine found extreme difficulty finding prey, his dark colour made him clearly visible and easy to spot over the milky white layer that covered the forest floor. If any prey couldn't hear his noisy pawsteps, they'd be able to spot him out with ease instead. Bigby's aimless trajectory eventually lead him back to Darkclan's camp, finding it empty. The wolf lifted his head and scanned over the area to see no hints of fellow clanmates. He let out a small unimpressed huff, stepping aside to see pawprints within the winter snow. Well, that was probably the only positive thing snow brought to Bigby, it made things easier to track.


    Keeping his thick-furred head up high, Bigby padded off in a much quicker pace to catch up with his clan. He caught a big whiff of Scott's and Koda's familiar scent from the icy ground and that sent him into a trot. They were both heading the same direction, why? Was there a border patrol he wasn't aware of? When the mighty individual jumped in between a few closely-knit pine trees, he found himself at the border. The powerful stench of it was potent and drove his sense of smell crazy, but Bigby was used to ignoring the overstimulation of his snout.


    The wolf stood there for a brief moment, trying to catch up to things using what he saw. Just as he sniffed out, there was Koda and Scott, but now there was a new scent in the area. The brute's piercing amber gaze locked on Connor, a peculiar feline which he had never seen or smelled before. Bigby kept his jaw shut as he turned to look at Koda, as if asking for some sort of explanation to what had just happened here. "Has everything been sorted out yet?" Bigby asked in a raspy tone that rumbled in the back of his diaphragm. His bright optics met with the tiger's dark ones in a distrustful manner as he let out a little huff. "I hope no one is causing trouble."



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  • YOUNG SINATRA / joining

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    Bigby wasn't too far from the walls of his territory when Juan had arrived. His ears twitched towards the direction of the conversations at the area, picking up the sound of his clanmates and a whole new voice. The huge brute lifted his head, picking up any smell the atmosphere might have carried, and he surely did pick up an unfamiliar one. The male let out a small sneeze as his nose was overstimulated, picking up his huge body and making his way over to the very edges of the territory. Jesus, everyone was here. Ruth, Lorraine, Jones... Even Hayseed was here. It made Bigby quite uneasy knowing there were this many members in one end of the territory, leaving many areas mostly empty and therefore unprotected.


    "What's going on here?" The huge male questioned, his mighty lungs letting out a voice that was loud and clear. He halted by Ruth's side, allowing himself to sit down and glance over to the newcomer. Another wolf, he thought. This one was much smaller, in fact small for a wolf from what Bigby knew. Or maybe he was just used to being huge and wasn't quite sure of the average wolf size. The Dire's ears were pointed ahead towards Juan's direction, his full attention on the newcomer. "Haven't seen you before."



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  • BREAK FREE FROM SOCIETY | open, walking free

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    Bigby wasn't at the meeting which resulted in Righthook's current afflictions, he internally scolded himself for that. The brute was a man of justice, of righteousness, deep inside his core he felt like if he was present everything could've been okay. But that was foolish of him, almost arrogant even. Bigby didn't know what triggered Righthook and he certainly didn't know all the details as to what happened. Of course, the dire picked up information from rumours and conversations within the clan. Word always spread fast, and with his big ears Bigby always picked it up. Even then with all the information and facts he heard, he wasn't there first hand so no matter how much he dug his nose into evidence he'd never know the full story.


    One thing Bigby did know was that Righthook was hurting. He was hurting alot. The way he stood and his posture made him seem so small, so fragile. He carried a mighty burden on those sore shoulders and Bigby could tell for he knew a thing or two about guilt. The dire didn't come up to Righthook immediately, he was still trying to find things to say to the other male. He wanted to show empathy and he wanted to offer support for he had once found himself under the weight of immense guilt Righthook was in now. He wanted to offer wisdom and coping strategies, but even now Bigby still had a hard time stopping himself from dwelling in his own crimes.


    With a small huff, the gigantic dire wolf picked himself up on his paws, walking over to Righthook. His left forearm was especially sore today, so he wobbled with a noticeable limp. The minute Bigby could get a huge whiff of Righthook, his nose was overwhelmed with scents. The declawed feline was filled with hormones and with his super intuned nose, Bigby immediately picked it up.
    "You are stressed." The dire pointed out, seating himself next to Righthook at a reasonable distance. He didn't want to smother the other individual, so he kept himself a few feet away. He tilted his chin downwards, taking in another breath of Righthook's smell. He picked up the sweat that felines secreted through their paws and noted the stench of Cortisol, a common hormone associated with stress.
    "I understand if you don't want to talk, but I just want to let you know I'm always here if you want to chat." After his offer, Bigby dipped his head down in a form of respect towards the feline. The brute's social skills usually weren't the greatest, but he hoped that Righthook didn't feel too intimadated by him or his looks.



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  • BREAK FREE FROM SOCIETY | open, walking free

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    Bigby's ears jerked forward as he noticed the tears that formed in the little feline's bright golden optics. He wasn't the best for emotional support or support of any kind for that matter. He was usually action-oriented and authoritative, not soft and compassionate. To comfort and to calm down another wasn't generally in his area, but what guilt and sorrow could do to one's mental health was something he experienced first-hand. The dire's ears fell back emphatically and he licked over his lips, unsure of words he could use to comfort the poor thing. The dire sent over a worry-filled look at Ruth's direction, as if he was trying to find ideas or motivations to speak, but he knew that wouldn't help. With a low sigh, the brute turned his gaze towards Righthood again.


    He lowered his mighty frame down, his head hung low to make himself seem smaller. Of course, he still towered over the other animals but at least he was trying to look less threatening than he actually did. "Don't be scared of crying." He said, a look of sorrow but also of care in his bright amber eyes. The brute's furry face was scarred over his lips and muzzle, there was a wrinkle between his brows that was a result of constant frowning but he was still able to display very sensual emotions through his roughed face. He doubted that he could get to Righthook any more than he already had and this was probably going to his last attempt of trying to show sympathy. Still, Bigby went through with it despite his doubts of being able to offer any help.
    "Is there anything you'd like that would make you more comfortable?" The dire asked, his voice a little raspy like as if the back of his huge lungs rattled within his ribs. Bigby let his eyes off Righthook for a brief moment, looking around at his surroundings. His gaze fell over the clan's territory in thought before thinking up a possibly helpful suggestion. "Maybe a walk? To clear your head?" He shrugged his scarred shoulders, shifting his left paw over for it had started to throb from keeping his eight up for so long. "Just tryin' to help."



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  • character voices?

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    My character is,,, literally Bigby. He's the hot dude with medium length mahogany hair and the scruff, you know, my avatar.
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  • plot with Bigby!

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    I don't really know how these work but I'm super bored and open to plots with my big bad wolf. Just no maiming or death, I'm too in love with this guy and he's already pretty damaged.



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  • character voices?

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    Yeah! God I'm a sucker for my wolfboy Bigby its not even funny



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  • plot with Bigby!

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    *eye emoji*
    Oh bOY would I!


    My brain is being dumb rn and has no plot ideas tho rip



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  • plot with Bigby!

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    omg oki doki my duderoonie



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  • HOW HIGH? REAL HIGH / OPEN, JOINING

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    Bigby was patrolling around the border at the time, keeping himself close to the walls of Darkclan as he scanned the desert horizon with his glowing amber optics. His nose took in a few sniffs and picked up the stench of Hau far before he heard the ferret's voice. Jesus, did that guy smell strongly. It must've been a ferret thing and Bigby wasn't very fond of the overstimulation it brought to his snout. The huge brute looked over to finally see the little guy bouncing ahead of him. The gigantic dire wolf had to look down to meet the mustelid's little gray eyes properly, towering over the little creature by a few feet.
    "Yes, this is Darkclan. He answered deliberately, his ears perked forward and his posture tall and strong as he spoke. "It must've took you a while to get here, huh?"



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  • plot with Bigby!

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    Nice, nice thanks mate



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby had seated himself a few meters from Moth, holding his left paw in the air and close to his chest. His pointed ears flicked as he heard her quiet paw pads hitting against the ground as she approached him. The brute cocked his head over to look at the she-cat and tilted his chin downwards to meet her eyes which were a great distance below his. The height difference was major and almost comedic but it was something Bigby had long grown used to. "I don't think we have." Bigby agreed, lowering his paw to the soil to stand more firmly. "Th'name's Bigby." He introduced himself dipping his head quickly, almost like a sheriff tipping their hat in a form of greetings. His clear, raspy tone then heightened in pitch as he asked a question "Did you want something?" He inquired, tilting his head towards the left in a questionable manner.



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby's right ear twitched at her response, his tail curling around his hind quarters. Lonely? Huh, he never thought that anyone would ever approach him because he looked 'lonely'. People knew he enjoyed solitude so he was a little surprised at the fact that this little tabby had approached him in the first place. He wasn't going to argue with her though, a little company never hurt anybody "Do I really look lonely?" Bigby asked curiously, looking into Mothnose's deep yellow irises as he spoke. He let out a small huff at his own words, raising his head and looking away, staring at the distant desert that painted the horizon a light beige. "Well that's nice to know."



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    The look of concern washed over Bigby's dark face, his ears perked up attentively pointing forwards to Moth's direction. "I didn't take offense by that I was just..." He looked away, grinding his teeth together as he mentally scolded himself for lacking in social skills. He didn't take the 'loneliness' comment at heart, it was really nothing. He just didn't know what else to pull from the conversation. As he heard Moth speak again, Bigby let himself glance over at the tabby again, his ears drooping slightly. For a while? Bigby frowned a little, the space between his brow muscles wrinkling up as he thought, trying to recall. He hated to admit that he never realized Moth trying to get his attention at all, but he wasn't going to say that.
    "Well I guess you're in luck." He said, trying to sound a bit more positive to keep their conversation in a less awkward place. "'Cause now we're talking, right?"



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  • plot with the 'traitor'

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    I'm interested in this... Bigby n Righthook could have quite a lot of chemistry.


    Bigby empathizes with Righthook because he knows how it feels to be burdened with immense guilt and the deaths of innocent people.
    But Bigby can be a little emotionally unstable. He could either support and offer wisdom to Righthook and share each others tales. Or, Bigby could be incredibly harsh and say that he should own the sh*t Righthook's done and move on like Bigby has.
    Bigby hasn't moved on there's lots of repressed guilt in this boy
    *shruggg*



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  • ACCOLADE REQUEST THREAD --- please only post if you qualify for an accolade |

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    Darkclan's combat division badge <3


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  • plot with the 'traitor'

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    I am really sh*tty at making threads.
    I know you've been starting many and I feel sorta bad for wanting you to make the thread rip.



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby was exhausted, a typical feeling the brute felt almost chronically. For some reason he was unable to sleep and he hadn't slept for more than two hours every night for the last few days. For the average individual, they'd probably be driven mad by now but Bigby simply took his insomnia as an opportunity to stay awake and carry out Officer duties when others would not. The huge dire had just returned from a patrol and was going to direct himself to the barracks. Wanting to attempt to catch at least a few minutes of shut-eye. As he brought his huge body through the corners of the base's hall, Bigby let his head hang low before halting in the midst of his heavy steps.


    His ears flickered forward and his head perked up as he picked up some pawsteps echoing through the alley. Usually, it was a sound that he could brush off and ignore but there was something about the rhythm of each step that rose a bit of suspicion in the wolf. The padding at the end of the hall was uneven and spontaneous from a limp or stagger probably. The enormous canine continued walking and broke into a slight trot to reach around the alleyway at a relatively faster pace. Turning a corner, Bigby stopped and stared down at the little feline that stood a few meters away from his wide paws. It was the newcomer, this... Righthook. He saw the cat a few times but never properly introduced himself or had any sort of proper conversation. Despite never actually speaking to the tom, Bigby heard alot about him and knew that he wasn't in great physical or mental shape.


    "Oh, it's you." Bigby spoke, raising his scarred left forearm close to his chest. His tone sounded a little disinterested, but his light eyes and dark face showed evident concern for the declawed feline. The huge brute cleared his throat, his voice coming out a little louder and more seriously with the second sentence he said. "Considering your state, I don't think you should be out here walking and all."





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  • plot with Bigby!

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    Sure!
    same here dammit


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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby had frowned down at the tom's unusually paranoid reaction, but waited to hear him out and his response. The dire took some personal notes of the others behaviour, as if trying to flesh out a new character of interest. Jerky was the first thing the wolf noted. Righthook was so anxious and stressed his movements were unsteady and very noticeable. Bigby guessed that it was because of what he had to face, all the cursing and threats, all the mistreatment. That'd sent just about anyone into a fit of delirious paranoia. The wolf tilted his head forward to take in a big whiff of the feline's scent, the tingling it sent to his nose just about concluded chemicals in the sweat that was the result of stress, and some other that was a result of something else. Something Bigby couldn't quite put his finger on. It didn't take a chemical engineer to figure out that Righthook was stressed beyond belief but Bigby was always a man of proof and was always one to double check the facts.


    "Well, nothing needs to be done." Bigby answered, a bit harsher than he intended. One thing that the dire wolf never knew was tone, or at least proper tones needed to be used for different situations. He had the habit to speak a little too loudly and a little too coldly, but he had good intentions. Usually.
    His amber eyes narrowed slightly down at Righthook, scanning the feline's black furry frame. Something was a little odd, he couldn't quite pinpoint it. With a flick of his fluffy black tail, Bigby jerked his head sideways, as if beckoning Righthook towards his direction. "So you can go to the barracks. I was going to head there anyways." He wasn't intending on giving commands, but he didn't really give much of a choice either. The male let out a long, low sigh after scolding himself for his god awful social skills, clearing his throat before forcing himself to kindly add; "If you're scared of walking alone or anything, I'll come with you."



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