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Crimson had snuck out of camp late at night for a "snack" -- an NPC loner that happened to cross paths with him right around the time he needed something to eat -- and decided afterwards he was going to get off his ass and be productive. While Windclan was slow paced, he wanted to prepare himself and sharpen his abilities. The canine had an assortment of weapons scattered around the ground having spilled from his bag that now laid on the ground-- and had set up some makeshift dummies to practice on. Crimson had no idea that anyone else was up and around this late at night since Windclan camp was pretty quiet at this hour, so all of his focus was on himself and the dummy he was currently beating the shit out of with Lucille.
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here you are!
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2474875.new#new
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[sub]It was clear by the look in his eyes that he thought this was hilarious. He shook his head and stepped back, laughing even louder this time. "Look at you! Have some fucking dignity! You're just gonna stand there and let yourself look like you're about'ta pee yourself? You need to toughen up, because at this rate you're always gonna be pushed around by people." It was strange, because despite how harsh he was saying this, it sounded as if he was actually trying to help him out and give him advice.
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Crimson had been a small distance away when he spotted Oliver, not entirely impressed by the display. He wasn't entirely sure how he was bending his arms like that to put them behind his back, but he wasn't impressed with the fact he was working out in the open where everyone could gawk at him. Show off. Despite the thought, he did think Oliver looked fairly strong... which was useful and something to be noted. Perhaps he would ask to spar with the guy another time However, his attention and interest was unsurprisingly shifted when he noticed Dandelionchane; someone he'd never seen around here before but that was beautiful. The german shepherd smirked to himself, hidden against the scarf that covered his muzzle before turning his attention to the conversation she and Oliver where having.
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Sadly for Jekyll, Crimson had overheard him say Merry Christmas, Jonathan. The way he said it meant that whoever this Jonathan was, was undoubtably someone Jekyll loved and that no longer was here. Thanks to Crimson's own personal tragic loss in his life, he was quick to pick up on this sort of thing. This was great. Now the canine had potential blackmail. He would squeeze the information out of him one way or another. The large german shepherd strolled in, taking a candy cane that stuck out in his mouth looking like a cigarette as he loudly crunched away at it. "So, four-eyes" the gruff voiced man begun, strolling back over to the other dog. "Who's Jonathan?"
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[sub]Crimson had only joined just recently himself, though more then likely not as well as Angelica was, and understandably so. Crimson wasn't the best of individuals. But despite his bad nature, he had a soft spot for women. He flirted, sure, but he treated them with strong respect. If a woman asked him to back off, he would. And he didn't like men who hurt women. No, he "took care" of those sort of men. He made sure they never harmed another woman again. The german shepherd was clearly interested in the unfamiliar feline, rising to his feet and strolling over with a whistle to himself. Once he approached her, he pulled his red scarf down from his muzzle and offered a surprisingly gentle smile. "What's a pretty little woman like you doing out in the cold without a scarf or gloves?"
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[sub]Crimson strolled down the path that lead to the cabins, whistling loudly as he did so, looking at each individual home. He was on the search for that Darth Vader individual, though he had no idea how he was going to find him since he had no idea where he lived. Crimson couldn't exactly picture the guy living domestically. Maybe he lived in a cave, or a coffin. He couldn't help but smirk to himself at the thought, shaking his head before sitting down and raising his gruff voice in an amused tone. "Hey Vader. If you're around, you might wanna come out. I want to have a sparring match with ya." He challenged, thunking his tail against the snowy ground below. Vader would more then likely know a better sparring spot then he would since Crimson was still new to this territory still and... well, who the * knew how long Vader's been here. How old was he, anyways? Its hard to tell when 90% of his body is mechanical.
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[sub]Since there was still a * ton of people in this clan that he'd yet to be introduced or become acquainted with, the german shepherd sauntered forward, towering over most of the others like a large building. It was nice to see that the clan had a few other dogs (though all of them had been male so far, which was a bit strange, but whatever). At least he wouldn't be outnumbered by felines. "Deputy, huh? And what the hell is that exactly?" the tone hadn't been rude exactly, in fact it was its usual laid back sounding tone. Like he was chatting up up with a couple of drinking buddies. He knew what the word meant in human terms, but it didn't mean anything to him especially in clan terms. He had no idea what that rank was, but Jonathan must have figured it was important if it was something he mentioned after his name. "Call me Crimson. Or Negan. Joined a couple days ago." the canine adds to others before letting his gaze sweep across the friendly sounding crowd. They seemed to really like this "deputy" guy, so that was something.
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wheezes
so tempted
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Needless to say, Crimson had no idea what this was about. And understandably so, from an outsider's perspective this would be very confusing. ... The fuck? Is this guy tryin'ta mess with me? He narrowed his eyes, sitting up straight and letting his muscles visibly shift against his leather jacket. "Alright, I'll bite. Can you tell me what the fuck is going on? This some kind'a sick joke?" he was clearly becoming irritated.
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hes gonna be such a bad influence holy moly
would you like to have crimson train him? :P
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that'd be cool! a thread would be nice!just as a fair warning, I've actually never had a character as a mentor (i have but it was like, years ago) so it'll be a learning experience for myself and i apologize if i am not the best in the world. :')
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Needless to say, Dean had caught Crimson off guard. Very off guard. He had been convinced he was the only one out here. He would beat himself up about this later for letting his guard down. The canine turned his attention back to his baseball bat, looking at it like a long lost lover. He shook his head with a visible smirk. "I don't want you talking shit about my woman Lucille like that in front of me again. I can't say I appreciate it, but she's the one with the bad temper." his tone was clearly a joking one, but it was also a warning for him not to cross any lines. That's how the man was, he masked his threats and warnings with cruel, dark jokes, and he delivered them in such an amusing way. He stopped to look the other canine over, a small hum rising from his throat. "Hold on a second there, you're the guy that was sparring the other day, aren't you?" he'd remembered him. He put up a good fight, and he wanted to ask to sparr with him at some point. He always made note of the people who made themselves useful in battle. He stepped forward. "Yeah, you where. So. what're you doing up so late at night?"
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As much as Crimson hated to admit it to himself, he seriously felt bad for this kid. He knew the pain of loss, and while he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, grief was unavoidable. It did crazy things to a person's head if the mind wasn't strong enough to fight it off, and he knew this from personal experience. He didn't actually know who's grave it was. He didn't know who Daisysteps was or how Astra knew them. But he saw himself in the child's eyes in this moment, memories running through his mind as he came to sit a little ways beside the crying boy. "Sorry, kid. Life can be a real bitch." Despite the words, they sounded humorless. It was a truth and there was nothing about it at all.
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thats fine with me, but if its easier for you can make the thread for you :)
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Crimson was a little thrown off by Aurumina's statement. She'd said it so casually, he figured she was just messing around. It was funny either way that she'd thrown in her love for candy. "A detective huh? You ever solve any cases, kid?" he of course, was not exactly taking this statement seriously, but he was interesting what kind of story she might give him. He rose imaginary eyebrows at Oliver's fact, clearly interested. He was inexerpienced in bow and arrows. Perhaps he could ask Oliver to teach him how to use 'em at some point. Couldn't hurt. He was more of a close range fan himself, but it didn't hurt to be a jack of all trades when it came to weapons. "Nice. I gotta ask to see you in action some time." he smirked to Oliver, letting his gaze linger a little longer on him before looking to the others. Cinderstorm had a noticeably different sounding name from some of the others here; which he assumed was a more clan-traditional name. Crimsonstain was a bit more traditional then his actual name, but he hadn't been born in the clans. It was a name that was tagged onto him later. "Bird watching, huh? Well, I gotta say I wasn't expecting anyone to say that. It's different. I'd probably be too loud to do something like that. Scare 'em all away." he chuckles to himself, scratching the gray hair under his chin lazily. Of course, he recognized Cherviltea. Seemed like a good guy, defiantly wouldn't step out of line-- but wasn't all that sure he could picture the leader in combat. He looked like a peaceful man. He knew looks could be deceiving though. He was interested. "Hey, Cherviltea." he greets finally, pausing before adding. "My real name's Negan. Crimson's just sorta a nickname. I don't mind which you call me." He says with a shrug of his heavy shoulders, humming before adding. "Interesting fact about me; I... am an amazing cook. I make a mean bowl of pasta. Best * spaghetti you'll ever eat.". Was that the most interesting fact about him? Most certainly not. But it defiantly was something he was positive they where not expecting.
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[sub]i think you should use one as an icon, one for your signature.
i don't watch steven universe, but they're both good an aesthetically pleasing to the eye. uwu
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The german shepherd exhaled leaning himself up against his baseball bat, relaxing for a little while. Hm. Alright, now he was starting to wonder how much of his night adventure he'd seen. Crimson wasn't taking any chances. He played along just fine though, replying casually. "Nothing sketchy about this at all. This is the perfect time to train with no one else to come around and distract me. Buuuuut since you came along, I guess I can rule that out too, huh?" He chuckled with a small shake of his head, his long fang like teeth visible for a moment or two. But it was the truth. He had come out here to train in peace. "You're the one that's wandering around the territory like your sleep walking, aren't you? Isn't that a little less credible? I wouldn't start pointing accusing fingers at me -- heh. metaphorically speak. we don't even have any * fingers. -- when you're looking just as strange if not even more then me.".
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[sub]This guy had to be fucking with him. He had to be. There was no way Vader didn't hear his loud ass call just now, and that only made I'm want to start this sparring match even sooner. Itching to knock this guy off his high horse and show him that someone that could match his cabaliity could beat him-- that he was the alpha now. There Crimson stood, Lucille rested snugly on his shoulder as he stared at the armored lion smugly. "You gonna accept my challenge or what? Let's spar."[hr] -
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[sub]Crimson kept his distance. He had only joined the clan recently so there was 0 chance of him having a single clue who Daisysteps was or even have the slightest idea that this chick is just a reincarnation of someone else. And would it affect him all that much even if he did? Not in the slightest. That * was none of his business. But he did think Lio was gorgeous, and that was enough to make the canine want to join the meet and greet. He'd seen her maybe once or twice without speaking to her already, but everyone always seemed extremely melancholy around her, he'd noticed. Something he wasn't a big fan of since it was a major mood kill, so he probably wouldint be sticking around for long if it got like that again. "Hey. I'm sure you must get this a thousand times a day already, but you... you have the most dazzling pair of eyes I've ever seen. It fits you well. Nice to meet you." His tone was... surprisingly a tiny bit more polite and perhaps formal compared to how it usually was.
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