Posts by Ramsay
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Hello
it'sa me Desmond
i am horribly diseased and probably need to see a doctor soon
i'm not vert interesting irl so ripi used to rp 4 characters in here too lmao but i cut it down to 2-3
Daresso is my main kid, Dominus is a douche and I still have difficulty fleshing him out tbh, Milwaukee appears once in a blue moon when someone dies so he can eat their corpse. -
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"Yep, a nice little tour of King's Landing," the shaytanin would grin as he dipped his head in greeting to the Hand of the king. He was surprised to see the Border collie here, perhaps they had taken another path to the capital city. Spotting the northern wolf, the Uller would aim to give the other male a gentle shoulder bump, "c'mon Master of Welcome, speak up." Perhaps that was a bit dickish but who would Daresso be if he was not dickish?Mikasa seemed to be faring well so far, despite all the walking that had done. Hell, he was glad that the girl could even hold conversations at this point. The southerner kept quiet and listened to the Blizzardclanner's responses. They were pretty enlightening, it gave him an insight on her lifestyle and ranks of her home. And of course, the canid would slip up and not remember to explain the most obvious of their customs to the girl. Thankfully, Lord Lynderly saved his ass on that one and gave the Blizzardclanner a crash course on their houses. "It's kinda like the other lastnames around the clans like the Harbringers and Darlings, but our house's are closer knit," the shaytanin would add something maybe a little more relatable to the end of the border collie's explanation. As for the tour, that could wait a little longer, it was nice to see the ambassador become acquainted with his fellow citizens after all.
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"It wouldn't be a hassle, Odin. I welcome you to this session with open arms," the shaytanin would respond with a grin to the second border collie's statements. Vanquisher of evil? It sounded like quite a task in his mind since the first thing was to figure out what was good and what was evil. And a few moments after, the familiar face of the northerner would appear as well. "Usti, still quiet as usual, hmm?" He would remark as he sifted through his recent sightings of the wolf. Perhaps, becoming a lord made the former Bolton even more muted than usual? Strange."Ahh, Mikasa. It's good to see you," Daresso would greet upon the appearance of their resident ambassador, "of course, you can join. This is open to everyone, all ages and skill levels. Though if you are skilled, this may be a bit boring." He was going over the basics after all, it wasn't going to be entertaining at the slightest to an experienced creature. Offering a curt nod to the Lannister lord, his ashen gaze would then shift to Meg once more, "that's what I like to hear." You shouldn't even have to ask. Man, he'll have to use that nice ass quote for himself some time.
"Well, since we have a sizable amount of people here, I will start," the canine would announce as he finished up with the hydration station and stood in front of the group. "So, I'm not going to ask what skill level ya'll are at," he began, his reasoning was that he could spare a lot of embarrassment for the people who didn't train much or at all, "we're gonna start with the basics and fundamentals since we constantly forget about the first things we learn."
With a pause, the southerner would continue into full lecture mode, "first, we have to be aware that everyone's style of fighting is different, it's all tweaked to fit one's own comfortabilities. So, if certain moves or such don't fit with you, don't worry about it. That also brings the point that not all attackers share the same belief system as we do. Most aggressive groups, such as the Exiles, have no honor and would do anything to beat you down, and you'll have to adapt to that."
"But enough of that, let's talk about basic defense. One of the most dangerous positions to be in is to be pinned down to the ground. You should try to avoid being in that position and stay with the 'high ground'. However, it is also one of the most risky moves by an opponent, can someone tell me why?" With the question hanging, the shaytanin would sweep his gaze over the creatures in attendance. It wasn't a trick question of course, the answer was rather plain. But boy was this a lot of talking, he couldn't wait to break the group up into pairs to practice breaking the hold.
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"I'll come as well," the shaytanin would pipe up upon hearing the Hand's call. He didn't have much to do today but even if he did, a nice walk through their territories would be nice. He had been cooped up inside his quarters for the past few days with a cold and since it seemed to have faded, it was high time to get some sun. Luckily for him, the weather was extremely agreeable. Approaching the two, the canine would give Fortinbras a nod and Meg a friendly bump as a greeting.
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"Now's a perfect time," the shaytanin would respond, ready to taste the fresh air once again. He didn't hate being inside buildings but after a court session and all, he'd love a nice walk./lets not make a new thread tho, we can still use this one
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"Wowza, fam," the shaytanin would laugh as Fragilestar came at him. Thankfully, servals were comparably small to his size, so the pseudo canid would easily take a bounding leap over the Thunderclan leader, before rounding on them. So, his attack on Mental was stopped, however, his attention was solely focused on the guy who cockblocked him.Per usual, he unknowingly would utter something so awfully gay. "Do you really want me?" To be technical, Daresso did speak during his spars, usually small comments and remarks but only if he was pumped by his adrenaline and had an opening to speak. Running a tongue over his teeth, the canine noted that Unknownpaw was targeting the same serval. But that was no matter, he supposed they would have to share at this rate.
The Scarclanner took to the opposite flank of the Thunderclanner, aiming to give FRAGILESTAR a quick rake along that side. He couldn't do anything drastic yet, he couldn't trust Unknownpaw to not poke his eye out by accident.
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oh shit i was not aware that theres gonna be a takeover lmao
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/IM DYING. Daresso's personality is way confusing tbh, so he's gonna be someone with no chill in this au i guess lmaoIt was an alright day for somewhere outside of Dorne. Perhaps he could go out and get some sun, since his fur hadn't felt its heat for days already. Upon exiting the building he currently resided in, the Uller heard the familiar voice. "Why not something else? Why flower crowns?" The shaytanin would curl his lip at such a thought as he approached. How useless were flower crowns? Why not do something useful like gathering food or something since the weather was so nice? Or maybe stuffing his face in some kale because opposite personality Daresso was a vegetarian Daresso. "That's such a gay idea," the now-filterless canine would remark with a snort.
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Holy fucking shit, had it been a while since he had a good drink. Hell, he could even say that he hadn't whored in a while too, it was a true fact. His new position made him pretty leery on doing such gross 'childhood' shit since he didn't want to have that crappy of a reputation. But, what could he do? He kinda already had one considering his earlier escapades. In the end, the Uller decided to go out to get shit faced. He couldn't resist the urge any longer.The young man was currently in the company of a few regulars of the tavern with a drink in hand. "I knew fuckin Philip would pull some shit like that," Daresso would remark with a laugh. Fucking Philip, his wacko ass friend. He could always count on the guy to give him a good laugh. Man, was it nice not being in the company of Lords and Ladies all of the time, these were the only chances for him to unwind and relax.
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@mikasa ackerman
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Wowie. The girl was already drunk off her ass, the shaytanin would note as he approached the scene though he slightly cringed at the fact that they had referred to them as 'knights of westeros'. The fuck was that supposed to mean? However, that would be rude to ask and she was clearly not in her right mind. Maybe he'll go, only if he had a friend tag along. "Thanks," the canine called after the shadowclanner and offered a curt nod to the males present.
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Upon the King's confirmation, the pseudo canid would promptly exit the chambers and head towards the outside world. Ew. Maybe he was more nervous about this than he should be but his mind began jumping to weird conclusions. One of the tamer ones made him feel like this was a shitty date or something. Ugh.
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so far, daresso's pretty daresso c':
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IM DYING
THATS A GOOD IDEA THO
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Peering at the cloth, it seemed like Chemical was right. The rag seemed like some sort of garment. Hailing from Westeros, the pseudo canine was used to the concept of clothing, something that kept one warm or was for decoration. Now, not many of the citizens back in his birth empire used such a thing but it was an option. Upon closer inspection, the piece of clothing didn't look too impressive.Daresso would begin rummaging through suitcases as well, since Chem seemed to find such strange objects in them. Perhaps he'll com across something interesting as well? Cracking a small carry on suitcase, the monochrome canine came across very colorful scraps of fabric that definitely did not look like clothing. Picking up one of the pink clothy things, he realized it looked like a sling of sorts and had some metal wiring inside. "The hell," the Uller would remark as he examined the bra for a second, "this doesn't look right." However, he tossed it aside once hearing the feline's call but quickly added, "could you guys id that?" It was a puzzle of sorts.
Food. They had found actual human food that some how survived. This shit was pretty hard to come by so the two toned beast quickly made his way over. While Unkownpaw rummaged through the pepperoni stick bag, Daresso would snag a few packaged sticks that fell onto the floor. They seemed to be covered by some kind of gross film substance that made it water proof. The thing called plastic. Promptly tearing off the offending covering, the canine would toss the stick into his wide mouth before masticating it thoughtfully. "Shit, this is really good," he would remark with a laugh before directing the following at Chem, "thanks for sharing."
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"Watch it," the canine would snap immediately after he was 'booped'. God he wanted to burn his eyes and skin off at the moment. Lovely? What kind of shit had she been smoking? His whole appearance was repulsive, incredibly so. Ew. The fuck. He couldn't help but growl when Meg suggested him being gay. That idea was out of this damn world wasn't it? How could he be gay? Nah, that's just nasty. That couldn't be true, nope.So, looks like Iustitia was against him as well. A nasty smirk crawled onto his grotesque features as he rounded on the northerner. "Look who decided to speak up? It's Lord Pussy Bolton of Cum Harbor, the gayest cuntboy to grace the seven kingdoms," the Uller's annoyance was now growing into anger and there were no more limits, "what are you doing so far down south? Shouldn't you be sucking your daddy's dick?" He was about to go in on Usti's life.
Obviously, this 'Daresso' really had no chill. Someone should give him a snickers bar or some weird vegetarian chocolate. Maybe then he'll shut the fuck up and make flower crowns and daisy chains, whatever Meg had in mind.
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"Ohhh shit, you hear that?" The shaytanin threw on a face of mock surprise, "straight from the fucking horse's mouth! No denial in dad dick sucking!" Boy was this wild. The northern wolf only mentioned that they were aware of the shitty fuck their dad was. Meanwhile, Daresso didn't really have an opinion of his dad since the shitty old fuck was just a shitty old fuck. Pretty plain and simple and it was nice since he never really saw the fuck anyway. But perhaps the must stunning evidence was how Usti phrased that he would rather suck Daresso's dick. It was an awful image and he quelled it out of his mind instantly.Snarling when the wolf patted his head, the Uller would snap back, his tone a level more serious, "your appearance is no better, Bolton. No one but your Dad would want your mouth or ass. And what the fuck do you know about my ass, you fucking creepy ass stalker?" Pausing, he would shake the flowers off himself and then add with a healthy dose of venom, "haven't you realized? No one wants your faggot ass here, you repulsive piece of shit bastard.
Upon hearing Myrthia's voice, the pseudo canine would turn to face her, most likely about to blow up on her face about some shit or another but she slung a thing Usti's way. Though she was still mainly neutral, he liked the fact that she stuck a pin at the northerner. As for her comment about him, the Uller would return, "as long as you don't have any STD's."
Glancing back at Meg, the monochrome bitch would let out a lengthy sigh before grudgingly plucking a flower by the stem. "So, how the fuck does this shit work?" He would query, his pissy ashen gaze resting on Meg. She better knew how to weave the crowns, or otherwise it would be truly a waste of time.
/WHEEZES
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THE ROAST THREAD wILL BE THE END OF ME
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Hell, it was a surprise when he heard the northerner's voice in the noisy tavern he was currently in. Turning to grin at the other man, the southerner would greet, "slap my ass and call me Susan! Likewise, Usti! Or should I say Lord of Fucking White Harbor, my man!" He would rise up from his seat and aim to give the new lord a sound dap instead of any other congratulatory shit. Anyway, all of this was a sign that the Uller was getting there in his drinking mission. This was bar number 6 after all."Shitty, McLitty! Out of all the people in Westeros, I wouldn't have expected your fine ass to be in here Myrthia," the young man would remark, a grin on his face before he took a sip out of his mug. Eugh. The shit he ordered was nasty but he'll manage. He wasn't here for the refined goods, he was here to get shit faced. "But to answer your question, yeah, I'm not a regular. I'm just on a bar crawl," he would add before glancing at the next fine figure to appear.
"Meg, hun, the fuck have you been doing?" The young man would ask as he observed the latest arrival's current state. Oh boy, she either looked like she got into a fight or she was having some weird kinky sex. Though he didn't smell the funk on her, it could have been easily masked by all the scents in the tavern. But shit, he'd like to have whatever she was having, "drinking game? Nah, just catching up, 'less you have something in mind?"
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