Posts by Grayarea

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you're talking about Aleksei
nothing happened to your eye and you the roleplayer are ok

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Boats such as the one Hector appeared in weren't too terribly common around here, despite the fact that they lived on an island. The Commander padded over slowly, sitting down next to Anima. Since she and Midas had already spoke, he remained silent as Natalia did.

//low muse but welcome to the Rift! I'm Pyre if we haven't met before
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ok ok
the first person threw me off rest in pepperoni

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]He hadn't met this one, but it was pretty easy to guess who her family was. Whatever opinions he had he kept to himself, though, lamely asking "Name and business?" as he padded over.

//low muse rip buT welcome if you're joining and enjoy your time here if you're visiting also ic opinions w this guy
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it's ok it's ok dw about it

ADO YES
BRING THE HO CHILD
also how have you beennnn

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]He is disgusted by the realization that one of their own had been captured by Bill Cipher, and horrified. Bill was insane and also powerful, there was no telling what they'd do to Iggy. Padding over to where Midas and Natalia were discussing it, he clenched his hand-like paws into fists. "Cain," he called. "We need to do something." A raid, maybe two. One to rescue Iggy and one to show Bill that they couldn't just do whatever the fuck they wanted to whoever the fuck they wanted to.

// @CAINSMARK P.G.
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Yep, definitely one of those Sineration kids. He wondered if he should draw Midas' attention as well as Cain's, but the hound was bound to show up anyway. "Ah, right. I'm Grayarea. I'm sure Cain will be here soon, or I can take you to him." The Navarch wasn't usually too hard to track down.

// @CAINSMARK P.G. screams quietly I'm sorry Madi I keep tagging you
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tagging your new accs
@maddie @adelaide rhodes

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Much like Natalia, Gray had been neglecting the joiners but he too was making an attempt to welcome more of them into the Clan. He shuffled up behind the others, offering the joiner a polite smile. "Welcome to the Rift, Stuart. I'm Grayarea, call me whatever you want." He didn't really care so long as it wasn't derogatory, and most people just went with Gray. "You want a tour or anything?"

//welcome to the Rift! I'm Pyre if we haven't met yet
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Gray had unfortunately missed the meeting that Midas and Leonardo referenced, but the raccoon was definitely not opposed to fighting the End Game, as long as they were defeated it didn't much matter to him if they were led by a lion or a domestic feline, so long as no one else tried to seize power from it. He padded over, silent for now.
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify; padding-right: 20px]//the two threads that go before this aren't done yet rip so it isn't that detailed but I gotta get this up bc t i m e

He'd never forget what it felt like, to have his claws and fangs tearing through flesh, not stopping until the blood stopped flowing. Until the only pounding was the roaring in his ears. He didn't know who it was, he didn't care. All he'd before seen was a hound, and all he saw after was his victory for he'd done it: he'd killed the hound and left his body on the border of his Clan for whoever could care about such a monster to find.

He'd killed the hound. Gray had killed the hellhound.

It was what all of his training was amounting to, yes, it's what he'd been preparing himself for, what he'd gone out to do, but there was part of him that hadn't thought he'd manage it. After all, it had taken a while to find him, and there was no guarantee that Gray would manage to beat him. But he had. He'd done it. The first person he'd tried to kill was dead, and he'd had his first ever victory in a real fight.

It was justified, the creature he'd killed was evil. He didn't regret it, and if he got to redo it he wouldn't change a thing. So why did he feel so sick? Why did finally living up to his purpose, finally becoming the Hell Hunter, make him want to throw up?

Gray had been certain that he'd be able to live with himself for this, but in practice it was not nearly so easy. No, not just in practice. In reality. Gray was going to have to live with himself and what he'd done for the rest of his life. He'd always have to carry this burden, and for some reason he didn't want this to just be a metaphorical weight, he wanted it to be as real as what he'd done.

So he went to Noelani and had her make him a manacle for his wrist, with one chain link. He'd add more chain links if... when he killed again.

There were no injuries on his pelt, though there was the faint scent of blood. He hadn't been able to wash the scent away in it's entirety. There was the metal around his wrist and a hooded look to his eyes. Aside from those... rather big things, he was the same, and he'd do whatever it took to convince them that nothing had happened. That this was just an accessory and that the darkness in his gaze was a reflection of the storm clouds above.

So protective of his reputation and image.
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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"Cyrus is a good guy." Gray commented as he padded over. High praise, honestly, since there weren't many people he'd call "good" anymore. "Hello, Sango." He wasn't really part of this little family reunion, so he took a seat on Sola's other side. Not part of the family, but had this been political he wouldn't want to miss it, being ShadowClan's ambassador and all.
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<p><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJ3aWR0aDogNTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBvdmVyZmxvdzogYXV0bzsgaGVpZ2h0OiA2MDBweDsgcGFkZGluZy1yaWdodDogMTBweDsiXQ=="><br>Regardless of how this had happened, she hadn't told him until the kits were practically suckling at her teat. And he hadn't seen the signs, sure, he noticed the weight gain but he hadn't put the pieces together. He felt like a fool. He is a fool for not realizing and he is a fool for thinking that she was fighting something he could take up arms against too.<br><br>He remains just where he was, but under his brown-gray fur his muscles are tensed, ready to spring into action and take him away from his problems, from the girl that shook his world, both a butterfly and a hurricane. He forced his facial expression into one of neutrality, but it came too late and could not conceal the pain in his eyes.<br><br>Gray doesn't know the name that she lists as the father. He does not know who he is or where he's from and honestly perhaps that's for the best. Addy makes like she's going to describe him or what happened, but stops. She recoils, then moves closer. He wants to move away from her, find a bottle or something, leave them both to wallow in her choices alone. But what good would that do? They'd only be more miserable than they already were. Still, it felt wrong to stay and touch the girl that was not his. Not that Addy would ever be anyone's - she was a bird, delicate and free and beautiful. Every word she spoke was a song, but not a bird's song, that of a siren, enthralling him and drawing him ever closer to his doom.<br><br><em>"They're due tomorrow. Don't hurt them. Please."</em> His mouth is a desert, completely dry, yet he manages to choke out <strong><span>"you don't really think I'd hurt your children, do you?"</span></strong> Even if... even if they weren't his, he'd still die to protect them, for they are hers. The father doesn't matter, it is not his blood Gray cares about (unless he hurt Addy, in which case Gray cares about it in a much different way), it is hers.<br><br><em>"I need you to be their adoptive father. I - I can't do it without you."</em> He wants to respond that he can't do anything without her, but even with her he cannot be a father. He is not ready. He's still a kid himself, he cannot even properly care for himself or Addy. How can he help raise children? Maybe if she'd told him sooner he'd be ready, but they were coming tomorrow. He'd never be ready in time.<br><br>But what of her? She is even younger than him, the real father is lord-knows-where, she hid the pregnancy for almost the entire duration from it, clearly she wasn't ready, and she can't seem to care for herself either. It is why he is her protector and mentor and guide, is it not? Because his gaze softened at just the right moment and his soldier-exterior melted away, showing her someone she could trust to be there for her.<br><br><strong><span>"Addy..."</span></strong> His voice breaks and he looks away. Seconds pass before he looks back at her, and he wonders if it's just his imagination or if their faces were closer together now. His eyes scan every detail, memorizing her. <strong><span>"I'd do anything for you."</span></strong> Hesitantly he reaches out, trying to lay a gentle paw on her swollen belly. <strong><span>"For your kids."</span></strong> His other paw moves to attempt to cup her cheek in his palm, fingers lightly brushing her fur if she let him. He doesn't know what he's doing - <em>she isn't mine</em><em>, they aren't mine - </em>but he does it anyway.<br><br>//idk if you wanted Addy to kiss him first or him to kiss her first but I figured it was getting way too long to have him kiss her there</woltlab-metacode></woltlab-metacode><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJ3aWR0aDogNTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBvdmVyZmxvdzogYXV0bzsgaGVpZ2h0OiA2MDBweDsgcGFkZGluZy1yaWdodDogMTBweDsiXQ=="></woltlab-metacode></p>
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<woltlab-spoiler data-label="Tags | Updated 4/30/17"><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJ3aWR0aDogNTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBvdmVyZmxvdzogYXV0bzsgaGVpZ2h0OiA2MDBweDsgcGFkZGluZy1yaWdodDogMTBweDsiXQ=="><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><strong>GENERAL:</strong><br>★ GRAYAREA HAWTHORN-GO DEO | GRAY, ARIA, ANY<br>★ Male | Questioning identity | Any pronouns<br>★ 14 months | Aquarius | Unknown aging ratio<br>★ Commander of The Rift | Self-proclaimed Hell Hunter<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>IMPORTANT FACTS:</strong><br>★ Hates all things supernatural, especially things of hell.<br>★ Bent on destroying the darkness, demons and hellhounds.<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>RECENT EVENTS:</strong><br>★ Saw his mother get destroyed by the darkness and became determined to destroy it.<br>★ Promoted to Commander.<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>PHYSICAL:</strong> [wip]<br>★ RACCOON [main] | <strong>health:</strong> 100%<br>— Gray is a muscular and burly raccoon with brown-gray fur and gray eyes. He wears a slategray bandanna around his neck but doesn't wear anything else or have any other notable markings.<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>PERSONALITY:</strong> [wip]<br>— Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty<br>— Enigmatic; frank; iconoclastic; neutral; placid; private; reserved; restrained; stoic<br>— Abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>RELATIONSHIPS:</strong><br>★ Questioning romantic orientation | Questioning sexual orientation<br>★ Single crushing on Adelaide | ½ Gradelaide<br>★ NPC xx NPC | Adopted by Diamond Hawthorn | Generation 2<br><strong>⠀</strong><br><strong>INTERACTION:</strong><br>★ Message this account to plot<br>★ Holds almost everyone at a distance and is not easy to befriend, though friendly interaction isn't too difficult to get.<br>★ Medium Physically | Medium Mentally | Still in training<br>★ Will start fights/rarely will negotiate/rarely will run away<br>★ Wants to fite | Wields a sword crafted by Noelani<br>★ Attack in <span><u>Underlined slategray</u></span><br>★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.<br></woltlab-metacode></woltlab-metacode></woltlab-spoiler><p><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJ3aWR0aDogNTAlOyB0ZXh0LWFsaWduOiBqdXN0aWZ5OyBvdmVyZmxvdzogYXV0bzsgaGVpZ2h0OiA2MDBweDsgcGFkZGluZy1yaWdodDogMTBweDsiXQ=="></woltlab-metacode></woltlab-metacode></p>

I hope you get better Conn!

sighs, had to take a weedwhacker to the tags in Gray's posts
gonna have to remember to keep the thing in his bio updated
also Riverdale could you reply to our thread?

bab do you need me to bump

[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]He does not want to be here. He would rather be anywhere else while she gives birth, but the Commander remains close by her side, despite his obvious discomfort while her children are brought into the world. Hers. They are his too, but they are not. He will love them like they're his, treat them like they're his, even say they are and defend that lie as viciously as he'd defend the kits, but in his mind he will never be able to escape the fact that they are not.

He is only able to look when they are all out and Addy begins naming them. He listens to each name and memorizes them along with their faces, and looks at her abruptly when she says his name. He tries to lean into her, for he is curled around her spine. "Addy." He whispers, realization creeping into his voice. The vision, the pain - no! "Addy. I love you too." He means it - he means it with every fiber of his being. But his tone is pleading - he's begging her not to die, though it is not in her control. "Addy." He manages again, and watches as her chest falls.

And doesn't rise again.

He buries his face into her fur, and the tears begin flowing. He wears different personas for different people and circumstances - a soldier, an angsting teen, whatever they want to see him as. But he didn't show his grief for his mother, the pain that her death brought him. He does not show his softer side, his vulnerable side. He only let Addy see it, but now he openly weeps, and does not care if his Clanmates judged him.

If they'd lost someone they loved as much as he loved his apprentice, they'd weep too.

His head hurts. His entire body aches, but it is nothing compared to the pain in his heart. This was why he did not love. First Diamond, consumed by darkness, and now Adelaide, killed by hemorages. But he must love her children, on behalf of himself and their mother. But it's a curse, isn't it? For everyone. But it's what she wanted, and now they're all he has of her. It doesn't matter that they're not really his, that she died giving them life.

They're all he has.
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boomp

debating whether to age him now bc he just grew and age him again after this thing that's in a few days when he grows again
but that's 2 moons in under a week so I might just do it after the next thing? but then it's not really following the aging pattern I've set for him
fuc

tracks with his sub

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[center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"I meant after you get out and share a nest with someone." He clarified, still taking note of where the other mirrors were so he wouldn't need to ask again. "Once you're resettled."
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