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    Negan's smug cockiness and grin had shifted that to raw anger, curling his lips so his fangs where visible to the other man. He was unbelievably pissed, and he was not going to show mercy."You know whats funny? I wasn't even looking for any of you ungrateful assholes. In fact, I wouldn't even have tracked you down to mess with you. But since you came all the way here to try and humiliate me, I'm gonna make YOUR life a living hell." While he spoke, he used he telekinesis to try and lift a rock behind Daryl and aim to smash it up against the back of his head hard.
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    Oh, so there was the woman he'd met the other day. Evelyn was it? The one that was singing French or some shit and that the other guy was trying to hit on. Negan didn't actually know who the medics where around here, so he certainly wasn't about to walk to the cabin and ask for help willingly any time soon. "No worries, I'm just cleaning my face. I might look like I'd sink like a rock, but I know how to survive some of the toughest shit. Water is the least of my concerns." a small smirk twitched on his lips. She'd mentioned a father, right? He assumed that meant she had ties to this clan one way or another."You have family here, huh? Glad to hear you have people here to look out for you.
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    Negan's promise not to harm this clan while he lived here was true. He wasn't about to do that to them. As much as he didint like being "below" someone in ranks, he actually did like having a place to stay. And he hadn't exactly been... looking for the survivors. In fact, they came to him for revenge. Negan didn't plan to back down from Daryl since he humiliated and injured him, but he'd take that business outside of the clan. Their feud had nothing to do with the clans, after all, it was just between the two of them. Despite how... well, mentally unstable Negan was, he did funny enough actually have genuine intentions of living a bit more of a peaceful life now. There wasn't any zombies to worry about anymore, so why not enjoy living? Negan would not attack unless he was prevoked, so Windclan thankfully had nothing to worry about. No, in fact they now had a strong, foul mouthed, bat-wielding man to guard and fight for them. What he did outside of the clan was a completely different story. But Negan was smart enough to not drag his messes into the clan. "Yeah, that's right. Him and a couple of others from my past must live around here, and now they know I'm here they want revenge, or some bullshit like that." he rolled his eyes at the thought, picking at the ends of the bandages on his legs. "Daryl apparently tracked me down and attacked me right here in Windclan territory. That Dean guy who lives here? He was there too, but he didn't do much until I was bleeding my * brains. You know... to be honest, for a little while I almost didn't think anyone would step in." he chuckled humorlessly at this at his own expense. "I can't say if anyone will try and attack me again like that, but I won't be bringing my own fights and conflict here." he looks as if he was having a hard time bringing himself to add this next part in risk of sounding vulnerable, or as if he was making him sound below anyone in the room. He wouldn't do that for anyone. No, instead his tone was more of him offering his ability "I might not be the most approachable asshole around here, but if you ever need help with something, I'm willing to offer a paw. Especially if you want a battle training session or sparring session... some * like that. May as well lend my abilities and help out while I'm still waiting for my body to patch back up so I can get these damn bandages off of me."
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    Finally. A reason to beat the holy hell out of some * dumbass edgy anti-clanners. Today was a very good day. Negan stepped forward with a cocky grin, wielding his beloved barb-wire coated base-ball bat --Lucille -- as his gaze scoped the area. "Make me proud, Lucille. Let's leave 'em pissing their pants and begging for mercy." he murmured to the bat affectionately before chuckling to himself, ready to attack the next enemy clan that decided to stumble into this territory, itching to fight..
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    Negan had two things that made him soften his big, violent brute act; women and children. He might not be the best example around either, and he wasn't a very good person to begin with -- but those where two things he would never dare bring to harm. And when he had in the past, it had torn him apart inside. The canine stepped forward and carefully placed a scarf (the one he'd received from Littlepaw after she gave them out) in front of her. "Better safe then sorry. The weather's a * this year. You won't want catch the flu on top of this disgusting weather. Go ahead and take it.". Dean. Of course, the asshole that watched him get beaten up the other day, of all the people.


    //ninja'd :')
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    [sub]A burning pain shot through the pads of his paws, causing the canine to quickly jump back and snarl in frustration. "You son'ofa f.cking b.tch." he gritted through his teeth, his paws stinging with each step he took now. But this did not slow him down. The leather coat fiend tried to lunge at Daryl with full force, trying to use his large builded body to knock the other down so he could get the other man knocked down, trying to kick up dirt from below as he did so to temporarily blind or stun him.
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    [sub]Negan wasn't even surprised by the fact she claimed she used to be human, because he was in the same position. None of that really affected him anyways. But then she followed up by telling him who her father was. He rose imaginary eyebrows at this news. Oh this was priceless. He was trying to hit on the daughter of Jekyll yesterday, and he didn't even know it. He was trying everything within his power to hide his amusement at this, and doing a rather good job of it. "Oh. I'm familiar with him. I've run into him once or twice. I didn't know he had such a beautiful daughter. A shame he doesn't talk about you more. If was important in your life, I'd be bragging about you every chance I got. Hell, how could I not?" the german shepherd replies, glancing back down to the river.
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    hey inno. how ae you doing?
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    hi to both of you.
    i can relate a lot to that. i am tired too.
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    She was welcoming herself and Jekyll to dinner? She'd only just met him the other day and she trusted him without even the smallest ounce of hesitation. Goddamnit. Now he kind of felt back for Jekyll. Not particularly for what he'd done to him, but because he didn't want to upset Evelyn. He'd play nice for her around Jekyll. So what exactly did this mean? It meant that Jekyll thankfully now had a shield to protect him from Negan. Well whatever. He could cook. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Anything you or your dad'll want to have?" he asks casually, scratching under his own chin absent mindedly.
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    It didn't take long for Negan to see what this bastard was up to. Negan didn't see himself as good man, he'd done a lot of violent things that where not good in the past-- but there was one thing he did not sit back and tolerate; and that was a man demeaning a woman. When men used a woman against her will. He was absolutely pissed at this guy. The canine had managed to sneak behind Felik's and aimed to wack the man hard with his barbwire wearing baseball bat around the top of his back, neck or head-- hoping at the very least to knock the man off his feet temporarily or to stun him.. He'd make sure nothing would happen to Littlepaw, and he was not going to take pity on this guy or hold back. He didn't deserve it in his eyes.
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    "How pathetic." he sneers, spitting in his direction. Just what he wanted to happen. He as more then glad that the dirt had at least worked, since it gave him just enough time to keep Daryl off his toes. The canine had taken Lucille out with ease and aimed to strike Daryl down to the ground with it. "I want you to listen up, because I am not going to repeat myself. I want you to make me a * promise right now. You are not gonna come back here and try and pull a little stunt like that on me or Lucille ever again."
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    Negan was sort of (or was going to be and planning to ask him) be Astra's mentor soon, so he probably didn't want this kid hurt and *, right? Of course, he stopped right in his tracks when he spotted the blood-- a million different responses being triggered in his mind; memories from his past life, his heightened vampire senses that where now going crazy, and a very sick feeling pitting in his stomach. He clenched his teeth at the sight, digging his paws deeper into the snow to stop himself from going to the deep end (whether it was because of his past or because of the blood). He had to * come up with an excuse to leave the area for a while and get fresh air before he lost himself. "... Right. Anything else you need from the medic cabin?" his voice was rougher and deeper sounding then usual, but surprisingly he remained to stay composed looking and sounding on the outside despite the violent war that was ranging inside the canine. He seriously hoped she said yes because he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight of the blood.
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    [sub]Holy *. Negan was still not used to seeing tigers prowling around this forest like it was no big deal. Was there a lot of others in different clans? He didn't even want to think about it because it pissed him off that he couldn't be something as badass as a tiger. What made these guys so special. It was a very childish issue... but then again childish wasn't so far from what he was most of the time. Oh hell. Now he was here inspecting the scene he had to introduce himself, didn't he? Way to * go, Negan. he remained in the back of the group, his eyes dull as he looked from Braghest to Jayce. "Hey. Negan."
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    Since Negan was a notorious bad person, frightening to look at and practically outnumbered in the fact that almost everyone in the clan didn't like him-- a very good question be why; the hell why was this guy even still here? It was a question that Negan didn't even know the answer to. But he was counting down the days the clan finally got sick of him and made him pack his bags because he'd have to find somewhere else to go. Being the kind of person he was, living under someone with a rank like leader was a very rough adjustment for him. But here the asshole was; still trying to adjust to the peaceful clan with no intent of hurting anyone who lived here, still taking his "personal issues" outside of the clan, and still restraining himself despite the constant disrespect he received living here. Negan was still covered in many bandages from Daryll's ruthless attack, and his right eye was still swollen up visibly-- so among this and the fact his leather jacket wearing large body stuck out in the clan like a sore thumb to begin with, the canine had gotten the attention of a few NPCs as he sat in the corner of camp. Negan was -- funny enough -- very carefully decorating his baseball bat "Lucille" with Christmas lights and a long wrap of Christmas tinsel, of all things. It was a strange sense of dark comedy, but Negan seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, and looked almost proud of himself. Lucille was the closest thing he could truly confined in emotionally. The way he spoke to the baseball bat like a doting wife, most NPCs had come to the conclusion Negan was even crazier then he looked, and others had perhaps come to the conclusion there was something deeper about it all. But Negan didn't seem to give a fuck about or notice all the stares he was receiving, finishing his work on decorating Lucille wth Christmas festive and rubbed the side of his head. Son of'a bitch! he hissed in his head, tensing up gritting his teeth and wincing when he touched a wound that was still fresh and painful to touch. He wanted these damn bandages off, he looked and felt ridiculous.
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    Negan was out and about, somewhere close by after a midnight snack, heading back for his cabin to lay down for a little while when he spotted Tara making her way around the border confused and crying. Negan hadn't even recognized Daryl at first since... well.... they where animals, and it seemed to be the same case for him and Tara now. Sadly for Tara, it'd be hard not to make a connection with the human that made their lives hell given he was wearing the same leather coat and same red scarf and was this large, frightening looking man to look at. Not that far off from his past. It was seriously late at night, so what was this lady doing wandering around on her own crying of all things. She certainly wasn't a Windclanner, thats for sure. The canine approached, the moonlight illuminating his figure. "You lost?"
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    [sub]Tara. Negan had been warned by Daryl during the attack that he was not the only one here. He had no idea what exactly that entailed and hadn't been expecting to run into any of them (this was a big clan after all), but here was now all over again. The funny thing was (at least in his sick twisted head), was that he wouldn't have even thought to try and attack and scare Tara away from their territory had Daryl not shown up a couple days ago and leave him nearly bleeding to death. In fact, he would have walked away then and there and let her deal with her being lost bullshit on her own. But Negan was convinced her showing up here was not a coincidence. No, he thought Darly had sent her here, and he was not going to sit back and take it. In a way, Darly had ironically and unintentionally caused Tara's sad demise here. He chuckled and shook his head, stepping forward to try and scare Tara enough to take steps backwards. "Ohhhh I get it. You're here because that son'ofa * Daryl wanted to * with me more, huh? I already taught him a lesson for coming around here and trying to kill me. I guess now it's your turn, huh? Because let me get one thing straight. I don't take these kinds of things lightly. You don't * with me!" At the end of his words, his voice had suddenly become a frightening low growl, curling his lips to show his fangs.
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    Fucking hell. What was Negan even doing anymore? He'd been a man to fear in his past life, someone that caused people to piss their pants when they heard his name. He had been a man of power. And what was Negan doing in this life? He'd just gotten done preparing a gift basket for someone that was filled to the brim with presents wrapped up in overly cutesy Christmas wrapping paper. It wasn't a shock that he looked absolutely ridiculous carrying this in his mouth, and he was beginning to second think his life choices currently. He had to get this done. He had to get this done and over with. He sat down and put the basket beside him with a heavy sigh. "Anyone know where Littlepaw is?" the leather jacket wearing canine gruffed out, hoping for a quick answer. This question made it clear that Negan had actually spent a shit ton of time making presents for Littlepaw, which was probably going to make Negan look super ridiculous to some people. Or... probably a lot of people.
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    Negan wasn't the least bit convinced. The whole thing seemed way too set up. And perhaps it was a bit understandable for him to feel skeptical that she just happened to stumble upon Windclan of all places since this forest was so big. Fortunately for Tara, Negan would make sure that he would not harm her as bad as he did with Daryl the second time he came around. Tara was a woman, and Negan didn't actually like harming women or children physically, as much as he really didn't want her here. He'd scare her. Give her a reason to not want to come back. He chuckled and shook his head, his expression amused but incredibly cruel and mocking. "Right, right. Send my best regards to the bastard, would ya?". He attempted to use his telekinesis to lift several medium sized but very painful rocks from the ground and throw them at her body, hoping to at least hit her with a couple.
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    Negan had shown up a little later then everyone else, after the explosion. He'd managed to grab his bag and stuff it with bottles of water and herbs to help all the people who where injured. The canine had his muzzle covered with his red scarf so he wouldn't breath in the rising dust or debris. He lowered it slightly and coughed, his voice rougher sounding thanks to the * in he air from the attack. "Everyone come over here. I got some supplies from the medic cabin." he called out as best as he could his ears still ringing from the explosion. Whoever the hell else planned this suicide mission (since he assumed it was not one guy alone acting) this was going to pay, he'd make sure of it. and it would not be pretty. But for now, there was people who needed medical attention.
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