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yeah he's. he's going to be seriously hurting for a while :P though he'll probably use it to his advantage to try and get people to trust him more or feel bad for him so he can get away with crap.
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quotable omg
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Negan was... actually not up to anything at the moment. He was looking for some solitude for a little while, away from the hustle of the clan that felt like absolute hell. He may not be a good man, but he was a living being that had feelings and physical weaknesses too. As much as he really did not want to admit it. He was making his way for the river to clean up a little and get a drink, taking off his backpack where Lucille poked halfway out of and taking off his scarf while he splashed pawfuls of cold water on his face. A relieving feeling. He sighed contently and shook the droplets off.(ooc- crappy first post is crappy so sorry)
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[sub]As if right on cue, the german shepherd had left his cabin and began to head for the main camp, completely oblivious to the fact he was being hunted down by Daryl (let alone by anyone). Negan was confident that no one from his past would come back anyways, so it wasn't exactly a concern. He had his backpack full of weapons half open where his baseball bat was sort of sticking out from the mouth, and he was decked out in his usual attire. His back was to Daryl and it was the absolute perfect time to strike.(ooc- my laptop froze and i almost lost this post i cry)
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Negan was very hard to pin down given his strength, experience and large build-- but since Daryl had caught the canine completely off guard, he fell like a giant oak tree with a giant THUD. The contents of his bag spilled open easily, even Lucille which had rolled a good distance away. He coughed, the air successfully knocked right out of him. "What the fuck?!" he mustered out finally, without a single idea of what was going on attempting to use his bag legs to either kick him off his body or scratch his belly.
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Negan narrowed his eyes up at him, as if trying to figure something out before he finally realized who-- BAM. Daryl managed to hit him hard in the head, causing blood to drip down from his nose. He thought he wouldn't ever have to see their faces again. Was this some sick, demented nightmare? Some kind of sick punishment from the universe? Despite his head hurting like a bitch, the man was now grinning smugly back at Darly, as if daring him to try it again. How funny it was too him, because in the end it was Daryl who'd suffer because Negan was still here and he was alive and thriving. He'd attempt to use his telekinesis to bring his bat over to him, though it was a pretty hard task given the fact it was hard to focus with his head still killing him., but he would not put his guard down. He stood defensively in case he tried to attack again.
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No. Oh no, he was not going to let this f*cker turn his own weapon against him. Negan was quick thinking, and had begun to move out of the way of the strike, but Daryl had been much faster. He managed to hit the canine pretty hard and pretty good-- blood heavily running down the side of his head and causing his vision to suddenly become blurred. It was not a pretty sight. The canine let out a yelp (because he was vulnerable, so vulnerable thats all he really was in this moment; an injured bleeding dog) in pain, stumbling before collapsing. He was nearly unconscious so there was zero chances of him being able to fight against Daryl or insult him. He barely even knew where he was at the moment.
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For a moment, Negan could fuzzily hear everything around him. I'm not the only one around. An angry fire built in the pit of his stomach, a soft growl coming from him at these words alone. He was pissed. He used all his remaining energy to attempt to use his telekinesis to bring his bat back to him. Not because he wanted to fight (because while he did, he was smart enough to know he couldn't in this state), but because he wanted his possession returned to him. It worked for a couple minutes, his gaze locked on the bat in desperation before he completely drained all his own energy causing the growl to become a short whine before the dog hit the ground fully. He looked so much smaller and defenseless like this, something he'd never have let intentionally be shown to anyone, and the ground was pooling in his own blood. He was alive. But he was unconscious and losing blood fast.
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RIP in peace lol.
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[sub]im glad we ended up having it happen. thanks for the suggestion. :Pvader already apparently wrote a letter to rick warning him so i wouldn't be surprised.
hopefully by then negan will be back on his feet and ready. oooooh not, you never know lmao.
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eeeeeeeyyyy if you wanna plot things out, you should PM me and we can discuss it! we can have a new thread now that one's p much done since he's knocked out lol.[hr]
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[sub]did you have anything in mind specifically? it'd deff be set once he's all patched up and crap.you can always have her show up and just put cobwebs on his head or something to stop the bleeding idk xD
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that's perfectly fine with me. i say we do the thread. uwu who's making it? ;;;
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A loud whistle filled the once quiet area Daryl was roaming as Negan approached with a cocky smile despite the fact he was covered in wraps and bandages, most of which was hidden by his coat and scarf. He'd already been planning to get him back fro want he'd done, and Daryl had come back on his own accord. How fucking lucky was he? It was like Christmas came early! "Weeeeell well, look what the piss-smelling cat dragged back in. I've been dying to see you again. You know, after you pulled the bullshit that put me in these bandages.". He aimed to smack Daryl down to the ground very roughly. "You must be asking for a dead wish this Christmas if you thought It was smart to fuck with me like that. I'm not letting this slide."
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Negan was seriously roughed up after the number Daryl took on him. He had nearly bled to death back there, and now that he was at least back on his feet, he'd decided it would be best to clarify a few things. Negan was absolutely pissed at the Colorclannner, but he wasn't about to be kicked out of Windclan because he decided to sneak attack him. He was incredibly stubborn. The german shepherd was wearing his backpack to keep Lucille close, not wanting to lose the bat again, and had his scarf pulled to his muzzle to protect him from the cold. He made his way to the mouth of the leader's cabin and stopped there. He defiantly looked different from the last time they saw him; scratches, a swollen eye, quite a few bandages all over his body. But he looked stronger and more alert then ever. "Cherviltea." Yeah, he'd remembered the leader's name. He'd seen him a few times already. "If you're not busy at the moment, I'd like to talk to you about a couple things.". *. He hated being so formal to anyone, it was very far in his nature to make him sound less superior then another person, but he needed to get this over with. It was very hard trying to suppress the anger he felt about what happened earlier with Daryl right now.
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Rick? As in Rick Grimes? Oh lord, of course he was here too. He didn't know whether felt like he wanted to laugh or punch a wall more. Of course, he hadn't done either outside his own mind. Glad that Cherviltea arrived in a timely fashion, he began to address the topic at hand. "Just to clarify something and be completely honest, I do have a vampire mutation. I have it under control, so it's not like I'd ever use it against anyone here, trust me on that. And I make sure to have my meals outside of camp so no one has to see it and feel grossed out or some shit." So that was that. He'd then move on to the next thing that he figured he'd have to bring up in case shit decided to get out of hand. "Since I am coming clean and since my past has apparently come back to fuck with me-- I was... not a very good guy in my past life. Seriously bad things happened and I lost control, and I did some fucked up shit when I shouldn't have. But that was my past life, when I was human. I can 100% assure you I would never harm anyone living here in Windclan intentionally, because I do like this clan-- and despite the fact a lotta people don't care for me here or call me an asshole and possibly wanted to see me get beaten up, I do care about this place. Now what happened with Daryl... I'm sure you're well aware, but he surprise attacked me out of nowhere. I didn't even have a chance to fight back as you can see by how messed up I look now, and if I had fought back, it woulda out of of complete defense for my own life. Living in a group like this means honesty is important, right? I just want you to know the truth and that I have zero intentions of letting anything happen to this clan. I won't let harm come to it." By the way Negan said this, it was clear he was dead serious. While he didn't like being treated like shit by people in the clan he barely knew, he believed disloyalty was one of the absolute worst things you could possibly commit and he was not about to turn against Windclan while he was living here. He seriously hated dirty backstabbers.
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Negan was the kind of guy who literally had no filter. If he thought something that was more then likely not appropriate to most people to say out loud, he would anyways without a second thought. So when the canine came over, his nose wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell of the burnt bread. "Jesus. With all the smell of burning, I thought a whole * cabin was on fire." He flat out admitted, sitting down and looking the bread over from a distance. "Maybe next time you should try it outdoors over a campfire or some * outside of the territory." could you even bake bread over a campfire? Hell if he knew, but it didn't matter to him either way.
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Negan didn't actually know much about the politics of this clan or any of the others and didn't really care to ask about it all particularly at this moment. Not like it mattered anyways since he had no idea who Brashest was or that his loyalty had once been to another clan, so the thought hadn't come to mind. The canine sat somewhere a little behind the other 3 and observed the new member, unadmittedly interested since he was a tiger-- and * hell a tiger was a powerful beast of an animal and he loved power. Now he was pissed off he wasn't born a tiger. Fantastic. "Negan." he replied in a curt, gruff voice since meet and greets where boring as hell, but he wanted to see what this new guy was like without coming across as looking like a dumbass for not introducing himself. "Didn't know tigers could live in these kind'sa forests. You always live around here?" he adds flatly, beginning to wonder how the hell an animal like tiger wound up in a forest that was far from something like a rain forest or some *.
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shoves negan into this thread
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