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It was late at night, pretty silver stars dappled the skies and beautiful snow flurries dancing across the sky. A set of canine pawprints had left their trail through the sheet of snow leading up to the Windclan border. Having already gotten a meal (and trying to walk off the shitty ebbing nauseous feeling in his stomach as result), Crimson continued to trudge through the snow despite the heavy backpack weighing him down with each heavy step. Finally. He could get off his feet and lay the fuck down for a while without getting frostbite. His face had been previously covered in blood from the meal he'd just finished, but he'd already cleaned himself off, and was covering his muzzle with his scarf (who wouldn't be wearing one at this point, anyways? this weather sucked). He couldn't help but feel impatient since his paws felt like they where just about ready to fall off at any moment half buried in snow. Was a peaceful clan like this truly a good place for him to be? Eh. Probably not, but it was better then some anti-clans that where full of edgy kids that only wanted to show off during raids every other week, or some shit. Where he lived didn't matter much to him as long as he could He'd stay here for as long as they wanted him here. "Anyone around, or am I freezing my ass out here for nothing?" there was a hint of cruel amusement in his tone at his own expense.
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Crimson had to admit he hadn't been expecting someone to show up so soon. The scarf slowly pulled down from his muzzle and a small huff of a laugh escaped his lips, causing a pretty little cloud of air produced from the cold as he did so. He hadn't been expecting that. Fair enough. He should have just gotten to the point. "Right, right. I was gonna ask if you guys have room to squeeze me into your little group for a while. As long as you have warm places to stay in because with weather is too fucking terrible to be standing around in all the time." the german shepherd explained with a small tilt of his head as he waited for an answer, shifting his paws against the bitter cold powdery snow below him as if to prove his own point.
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( ooc- :') )Crimson noticed the owl and tilted his head back to a better look. An impressive species of bird, though he couldn't say he saw them very often out and about. He couldn't seem to figure out whether the owl lived here, or whether it just so happened to be a bird that arrived at a convenient time. He turned his gaze to Littlepaw and rose an imaginary eyebrow at her, a small snort coming from him. So now there where just people showing up to stare at him like a fucking circus freak? He wondered if everyone got this treatment. There as a small moment of potential tension before suddenly a gruff laugh came from the german shepherd. "What's a matter kid, cat got you tongue?" he jokes, a wolfish toothy grin spreading across his lips, unintentionally revealing his pearly white fangs. "So what. are we just gonna sit around on our asses and stare at my pretty face all day, or are you gonna let me in? Do I gotta do something to "prove my fucking worth" or some shit? If you're looking for a name, I don't really go by one but you can call me Crimson. It's probably the most popular choice. All I know is, this weather's fucking killing me." he shifted his freezing paws against the snow and groaned in disgust and frustration to himself.
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[sub]idk. fire away ideas.
I'm open to everything with this guy but death, kidnapping and maiming so i mean shrug.id also be up for name suggestions so please also give a name suggestions as well.
(because I'm still debating what to go with whether its warrior-esque or not.)
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The canine showed up because he seriously wanted to have a good reason to knock someone around for a while and finally get some practice in with some people who where competent fighters (scared stray house pets he came across on his journey here didn't seem to cut it for him). He rolled back his shoulder blades to stretch, smirking as he addressed Oliver and Dean. "Hey. I'd like to see you son'ofa bitches after this. I need a good sparring match." He chuckles to himself, imagining all the "beautiful" possibilities that could happen during this. Now he could see which of these two was more capable for the clan.
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The canine arrived just in time to hear all the juicy details. He of course, didn't really know anyone here, but he'd overheard something about lies and death and his interest was piqued. The massive german shepherd sat among the crowd of others with his muzzle half covered by his scarf, full attention on both Vader and this Emperor guy. He'd decided to bring along 'Lucille' for this... interesting event, which levitated in the air without the need of support of hands thanks to telekinesis, and rested snugly by his right shoulder as if it always belonged there. He grinned. Maybe he'd underestimated his clan. It was only his first day and things where already getting interesting, despite the fact he had no idea what any of this is about.
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Crimson had already settled in, and settled in quite nicely despite the fact... well he wasn't exactly the kind of guy you'd picture living here at all (he had to say he loved the cabins everyone was given when they joined. at least now he wouldn't be freezing his ass off in a cave during the winter). The german shepherd was not just a scary guy in general, he was very tall and a mass of muscle, which was visible even when he wore his leather jacket and scarf so approaching him was like trying to get past a giant wall of bricks. Today was a pretty slow day, and it was wearing Crismon. He did not like it all. He figured he may as well get to know the people here; see who was the most useful around here, who was helpful, who to keep a close eye on. Well, that and knowing who the hell everyone was didn't hurt either. Learning names was a *. He groaned, no longer standing to sit around and do nothing all day. His body ached for action. "Heeeeey. Meet and greet! That's a thing, right? Let's do that. Come over and tell me who you guys are." the canine's intimidating gruff voice held its usual joking, laid back nature as he waited for people to approach, remaining seated with his paws crossed slightly, in an almost impatient manne.
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[sub]ooohhh id love crim to scare jekyll whether you want it intentional or not, poor guy lmao. just as long as he doesn't tell anyone about anything he does yet, i want him to stay here for a while since he just got here. :Pthat'd be cool, monster. ^^ I'm for it.
either way is fine. tbh i was just debating on flat out calling him just crimson or negan since crimsonstain would probably raise some eyebrows with the others living here lmao. xD
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perhaps he could find crimson drinking blood from an NPC out of the territory, panic, and then crimson decides to try and scare him a little more and shove him to the ground and mock him or something? idk lmao. either way, who's gonna make the thread?
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[sub]Crimson listened to the bird with a dull look in his eyes. Okay, so the owl could talk. Cool. Well sort of, now it was kind of getting annoying because he was nagging him about his language. He'd opened his mouth to speak before Vader put in his two cents, causing the canine to raise an imaginary eyebrow. Did... he just imply that his IQ was low? This wouldn't sit well with him. He'd remember that, though he wouldn't necessarily go after Vader right away. He interested Crimson. He shook his head, looking as if he was trying real hard not to laugh at this. As if it was hilarious to him. "Low IQ? Ooooouch. I'm hurt." his tone is dripping with amusement, shaking his head with a dramatic, almost childish mock pout. "And you guys think kids won't pick up swears when they're older? They're going to hear it one way or another. There's a much worse world out there you can try and shelter them from. They're not dumb. And I can talk however the * I'd like to talk, I'm a grown-ass man. I think you'll learn real fast I don't filter myself for anyone. Lets not make enemies on the first day I come here, huh?" he rose to his feet, adjusting the bag strap over his shoulder as he prepared to head for camp. "Thanks for the... "warm welcomes" you guys just gave me, but I think I'd rather be looking for a warm place to rest then being lectured while my ass is half buried in snow."[hr] -
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Crimson really hated the process of this shit. He needed to eat, and he liked giving a good beat down, but his stomach couldn't handle the sight and smell of blood. He wanted this done done as quick as possible Why the hell did the NPCs have to make it so hard on him? The large leather coat wearing canine had an NPC pinned to a tree, the end of his baseball bat Lucille keeping the squirming victim in place. "This could have been done and over with so much fucking faster, but you just had to play cat and mouse, didn't you? Jesus christ. You look pathetic. Show some fucking dignityl" he grits through his teeth, leaning in to drink the blood from the NPC, nearly leaving nothing left before pulling his bat away to let the NPC drop on the ground, finishing them off with a swift blow from Lucille. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he licked his muzzle clean, only turning his head when he caught the sound of someone stuttering and the scent of Windclan. That's when he spotted Jekyll, lucky him! He'd yet to actually meet this guy, but he was smart enough to connect the dots and figure out he was a clanmate. The tower of a man caught up to him easily given Jekyll's injury, tripping the other dog. He hummed and chuckled to himself with a shake of his head, putting his paw down on his back to keep him in place. "Where do you think you're going, four-eyes? What's the rush?"
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There was no use in lying, since Crimson didn't seem to find the need to. He was straight forward with his answer, and it was clear he was telling the truth. "I have a vampire mutation, you ever fuckin hear of it? Pretty common around here. If I don't drink blood, I die. And I've been tracking this bastard for days. He r.ped a woman. I don't tolerate that kinda *. No one messes with a woman like that. So I chose him to feed myself." Crimson was a bad person for multiple reasons, but he held morals oddly enough. He loathed r.pists and did not let it go unpunished. "I'm full, you don't look filling, And I am not dumb enough to eat someone from Windclan anyways. So I won't do anything to you. And you. You're not gonna tell anyone." he smacked him upside the head roughly as if to try and knock some sense into him before continuing gruffly."You don't cross any lines with me, and I won't need to push you around, you understand? I'm not a bad guy, but I won't like it if you try and interfere with my life."
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Crimson had trailed over, sticking out like a sore thumb among the group of people that had gathered. He sat in front of the box and used his telekinesis to lift a couple scarfs and examine them. He already wore a scarf, but he thought they could make good bedding or pillows. "You got talent, kid. Good work." The compliment was genuine. The canine put the other scarf down and decided to take only one since he figured others would need it more then he would, tucking it halfway into his leather coat pocket which zipped open without a problem thanks to his powers.
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The german shepherd was laughing, of all things, slowly going to stand up."* hell, I thought a meet and greet would be pretty straight forward and explain itself. Its just a * little get together so I can learn about the people who live here.". He sat up straight, a rush of pride and power crashing over him like a wave when he realized a majority of them coming over looked afraid of him. It wasn't even based on his personality, either, it just seemed to be the way he looked-- which was fine by him. "Alright so we've got Auru.... damn. I'm not gonna lie, I can't pronounce that *, sorry kid. Do you have a nickname, or something that'd make it easier?" He then turned his head to the other individuals. "Cinderstorm, Vindicate and Jekyll." Oh right. He had to introduce himself too, didn't he? God, he was starting to regret holding a meet and greet. this stuff got boring fast. "You can call me Crimson, or Negan. Or whatever the * you feel like calling me, cause I don't really care either way." he shrugged his shoulders. "Let's cut out the formal bullshit and mix this up a little. You share some facts about yourselves while you're at it too. The most interesting thing about ya, something that'll make it easy to remember you guys out all the others."
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[sub]A scoff came from the canine, rolling his eyes. His tone became sharp. "Yes. I can be aggressive. I've got bad * temper, but I am not going to hurt anyone in this clan. I wouldn't come here to just get myself thrown out. Despite what you might think, four-eyes, I'm not dumb. The pressure he had on his back seemed to release, still keeping him down on the ground, but not as roughly. "Now you listen here. I'm going to lift my paw off you, and when I do you better not run and scream. Because if you do, you'll have to talk to my sweetheart Lucille, and she won't treat you so carefully. Understood?"
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He didn't know anything about the other clans other then there names, so what they did or whether they where enemies or friends meant very little to him. The leather coat wearing canine came over, taking one of the candy canes and beginning to loudly crunch at the minty stick. When Ashkit went on to describe what Bloodclan was like, Crimson couldn't help but chuckle out loud. "Wow. Sounds like youre living the dream there, kiddo." he half joked between the candy in his mouth.
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i'd prefer that vader doesint break or take the bat, especially since crib just got here (he can come close to it and crim can get super pissed though if you want). id be all for the sparring session though.
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Crimson sat back down, adjusting his coat and scarf. He'd noticed the shudder and he laughed, his hostile expression had turned into a more twisted, amused one. His lips curled into a wolfish grin, his fangs visible as he did so. "You wanna know something? I can see the look in your eye. You're holding back a secret too. A real fucking big one too, and I am... I am itching to know what it is because it must be real good." he stepped forward, looming over the smaller canine easily. "Just look at you. I bet you're even fucked in the brain then I am.
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i was actually thinking the same thing! i don't have any ideas right now, but if you have any potential ideas for thoughts I'm p much open for anything.
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[sub]oooohhh that could be interesting. I'm sure crim might want to ask to train or spar with him too afterwards because he saw him sparring with vin earlier so maybe it could lead into that. either way, I'm all for these ideas!
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