Posts by Ferris.

i feel like ferris may or may not get beat up by one of these ppl for liking imperia

ferris has never dated anyone in his life help him

Call him a hypocrite, but the one thing that Ferris wasn't was an alcoholic. Sometimes he drank, sure - everything in moderation (though that was rich coming from him), but showing up at the borders of your new home a wee bit tipsy probably wasn't the best first impression. Ferris found himself slightly surprised at how judgmental he was being, he had no room to be judging anyone. Shaking the negative thoughts from his mind, the dingo put on a bright smile and padded forward, ready to meet the joiner that everyone seemed to be gathering around. "Let him breathe," Ferris snorted jokingly in reference to the fact that Montague had eight people surrounding him. If Ferris had just popped a tab of acid, he wouldn't want eight people staring at him. In fact, it would freak him the fuck out; but then again, alcohol didn't have as strong an effect as hallucinogenic drugs, he supposed.

"Nice to meet you. Montague, was it?" Sounded foreign, Lorraine could probably tell him where it was from. Did it mean anything? Probably not, it was probably just a name. Ferris resisted the urge to call him 'Monty,' but people in BlizzardClan just seemed to have such long names, even though Nathaniel and Montague were not that long or hard to remember, he felt the need to shorten them, anyways. "Name's Ferris, just showed up here a few hours 'fore you did. Pleasure to meet ya, Bucko." When he didn't know if he could shorten someone's name, he just tended to call them a completely different name.

It hadn't taken long for Ferris to come to the conclusion that he enjoyed BlizzardClan more than the Rift, and so the dingo decided right then and there that he would not be returning to his former home. That was something he was used to, though - Ferris never stayed in one spot for too long. In fact, he'd probably leave BlizzardClan just as soon as people started liking him. It was a habit. An unintentional one, but still something that he tended to do. That being said, he had a friend here, a relative, even. Lorraine was his sister, and she would look out for him (even if he claimed a thousand times that he didn't need her help). Even if he didn't make any other friends, he'd still always have Lorraine. Currently, the skinny canine could be found exploring the island with the most mountains on it. This one was his favourite island, so far, but he hadn't seen many other BlizzardClanners here, save for a few who appeared to be on a hunting patrol. Ferris wasn't great at hunting, and he hadn't tried in so long that he probably could be outsmarted by a deaf, blind mouse. That being said, he wasn't feeling particularly hungry at the moment, so it didn't prove to be an issue.

It wasn't as hot as BloodClan, and it wasn't as chilly as the Rift. In fact, he liked the weather here on this island, and he would have spent most of his time here if he was a fan of isolation. He wasn't, though, Ferris thrived on social interaction - whether positive or negative. "Well, shit. Where the fuck is everyone?" He called out, listening to his voice echo through the empty terrain. Weird, he would've assumed more BlizzardClanners would be spread out fairly evenly.

Ferris was underweight for a completely different reason, though it didn't help that he didn't eat very much. The excess amounts of drugs that he did daily, and had been doing for over a year, had taken it's toll on him and it showed. While he still had relatively handsome features, they were marred by his sunken eyes and the way his skin seemed to lie flat on the bone, due to his lack of muscle. For a long time, he hadn't noticed, but then he had eventually realized that he couldn't do things that he used to do. He couldn't run for long distances, he couldn't throw shit around whenever he needed to let off steam (which was rarely ever nowadays), and stuff like that. Instead of recognizing that he was slowly deteriorating himself, he proceeded to up the ante.

All of that aside, Ferris was happy. He was content with where he was in life, and he didn't care whether or not people knew about his habit. That being said, Imperia had snuck up on him at an inconvenient time. The dingo had just taken a few of his nifty little 'love pills,' as some people called them. He didn't care what they were called, honestly, he just needed to always have some on him. Whirling around, the canine hoped that the she-wolf hadn't seen him, though he wasn't sure why it would matter. Ferris was rarely ever embarrassed of what he did, but for whatever reason, he didn't want her to see him in the same light that everyone else did. Perhaps it was because she was similar in nature, and appearance, to his sister. He didn't know. It didn't matter, though, because she was talking to him, and he wasn't listening. "Huh?" Ferris snapped out of his reverie, eyes focusing on Imperia, a wide grin crossing his features. "Bonjour, mademoiselle," he greeted cheerfully, "am I saying that right?" He wasn't even sure if he had used that in the right context, but oh well. He liked how Imperia said his name, which brought a whole 'nother plague of bad thoughts to his mind. He wiped them away, though - Ferris thought it was rude to fantasize about someone when they were in front of him.

"That makes sense," the dingo agreed, shrugging nonchalantly. "Y'know, Imperia, I was just wondering - how is it that a broad as pretty as you ends up out here all by your lonesome?" She was a nice girl, and she was bound to have friends, right? It seemed odd that she would be the person he ran into out in the isolated wilderness. "I'm not sure Lorraine would approve of you hangin' around me too much. I'm a bit of a miscreant, ya know." Lorraine wasn't the type to warn people about him and his actions, he was sure of that, but he also did not want any of his immoral antics to rub off on her friend.

"Thank you,"[/b] Ferris smiled, though he had no idea what she said. He wasn't even sure if it was something that warranted a 'thank you,' considering he wasn't at all fluent like she was. "Perhaps you could teach me more some time,"[/b] the male suggested casually, though he dismissed the thought even as he said it. Ferris hardly had the brains to learn a second language, and even though it wasn't easy to frustrate him, he figured the 'tutoring' would prove to be a waste of both their times. He'd said similar things about BlizzardClan, though, and look where he had ended up. If Ferris had known Imperia's self-deprecating thoughts, he certainly would have tried to boost her self-esteem. She was pretty. Ferris may have said that to a lot of girls, but he didn't say it to every girl. He admired them, found most of them to be downright gorgeous - and he let them know it. If they felt the same, hell, good for him, right? So far, Ferris found himself liking Imperia the more that he talked to her. Despite Peri being the antithesis of him, he found himself drawn to her. It may have been because she didn't immediately reject his compliments or (not so) subtle attempts to flirt with her. Whatever the reason, he wouldn't mind getting to know her better. Or just sleeping with her, Ferris wasn't picky. In fact, flings with no strings were the best kind.

What she said next took him by surprise - that hadn't been the answer he'd been expecting. A sly smirk crossed his features, and he looked at her for a few seconds before rolling his shoulders. What reasons did she have to be polite to him? Was it just in her nature? Did she pity him? Ferris didn't know, but he was sure that he hadn't given her any reasons to be kind to him, so he was going to assume that was just the type of person Imperia was. "Never listened to her much, anyway," was all he could come up with in response to that. It wasn't a lie, either. Not wanting to linger on the subject of his family much longer, however brief it was, the scrawny canine quickly ended the lull in conversation. "Tell me about yourself. What do ya do for fun? I'm interested." And he was, really. Ferris hadn't been lying to himself when he'd said he wanted to know more about her. "You seem like a smart girl - you into herbs? Healing? All that jazz?" Being a medic, during downtime, seemed like a relatively peaceful job. No one bothered you too much unless they were dying.. but, then you had the occasional malingerer. Perhaps it was too social an occupation for her? Ferris wasn't sure - he was basing all his assumptions from the few interactions he'd had with her, including this one.

/ ugh mobile + v tired

ayyy for sure!! i have work in about 45 mins but i can try n make the threads afterwards? unless u guys wanna <3

"I think you have a bit of a superiority complex," Ferris piped up, though his grin still remained on his face. Feliks had a bad attitude, sure, but it took a lot to kill Ferris' high. "In fact, I'd say BlizzardClan is doing just fine without your leadership expertise - but don't take it from me, I just got here, after all." The dingo didn't know jack shit about the brown wolf, he could have been making all this stuff up. In fact, he did seem a little bit.. delusional. Coming from a drug addict, that was saying something. "If you're going to talk about your most deepest and darkest secrets, could you at least do it in a quieter tone? M'ears'r startin'a hurt." Ferris had found long ago that slurring his words together saved him time. Not much, but enough to matter to him.

All that aside, it was interesting to hear how Feliks portrayed BlizzardClan - both before and after his reign. He seemed to think that he was their Messiah, that he had saved them from being wiped off the face of the earth. It was a bit of a stretch, and completely egotistical. Ferris wasn't about that kinda shit. Sure, during his highs he had an elated sense of self-confidence, but he never painted himself like a god, or a savior. In fact, it seemed like the majority of people here didn't like Feliks at all. Ferris didn't feel that way, but he sure didn't want the wolf to go off on another tangent about how good things used to be.

"Livin' in the past a bit, buddy?" the dingo asked with a snort of amusement. Seemed like Feliks wanted some recognition for his previous achievements, but he wasn't sure why. Hell, Ferris wasn't even sure if the guy had even done any of the shit he said he did.

"Maybe I can teach you a few things myself," Ferris added suggestively, wondering if she'd catch his drift or not. It was one hundred percent sexual, but then again, Imperia didn't seem to be one for compliments (if anything that Ferris ever said could truly be considered a genuine compliment). The underweight dingo listened intently to Peri's answer, not exactly shocked by it, though it was unique. "You like reading?" Ferris asked, tilting his head slightly. He, at one point, had enjoyed book - but these days, the canine couldn't imagine sitting down for hours (or even minutes) and focusing on some time words that were stuck to a piece of paper. He didn't view it as a waste of time, he just didn't have the attention span for it. It was a bit of a shame, Ferris knew that books could tell better stories than movies, and sometimes they were even more interesting than real life events. "That's different." Although that didn't sound like a good thing, he had meant it as one. It was nice to meet someone who didn't enjoy the same hobbies as him. Not that he met many like-minded people, which was probably a good thing - considering.

When she returned the inquiry, Ferris didn't answer at first. He didn't really know what he liked to do for fun. Nothing as mentally exercising as reading or learning for fun. He didn't make gifts for people, either. In fact, the only thing that came to mind for Ferris was doing drugs and hitting on chicks - as that was what the majority of his day consisted of. "I don't have any hobbies." Not exactly a lie, but not quite the truth, either. Somewhere in between, if that were even possible. "I like to hang out with my friends, I guess. Even people who aren't my friends, I don't mind just sittin' around with them. Talkin', smokin', doin' whatever. I'm a creature of habit." Ferris didn't find it necessary to continue on - he didn't like talking about himself that much.

Well, he'd already asked about her, and she'd already asked about him. Normally, he wasn't this awkward - the conversation typically didn't ever have a lull in it. In fact, this was probably one of the first times he actually was struggling to say something. "So, you gotta boyfriend?"

Ferris probably wasn't the best guy to be an ambassador. His unkempt fur, his yellowed teeth, his crude way of speaking - probably not the image that BlizzardClan wanted to present to their allies. For those reasons, the dingo decided that he wouldn't offer to be an ambassador for the two open groups. In fact, not only was he dirty and obnoxious, but he wasn't really trustworthy enough to keep up regular appearances in the designated group. Huh, yeah - he definitely wouldn't be applying. The dingo padded over, head moving back and forth as he scanned the crowd for a familiar face. There was a few, but they seemed preoccupied talking among themselves. Instead, Ferris decided to sit next down in a random section, glancing up at Sweetophelia and waiting for her to proceed with the meeting.

FERRISON

YES TO ALL THESE and ferris WILL fight aleksei and he will Lose

I LOVE THE IDEA W/ HARVEY LMAO AW quality bonding time (-;
i won't be home for the next 2 days so i won't be able to reply much but when i get back all these r happening Ok

it's never 2 late ;^)

yeah for sure!! a thread between them would be awesome
i've been sleeping all day and im going to a friend's house for a grad party but i'll work on making these threads rn
psa my first posts will be crappy at BEST

and YES! i.....Love....YES
i can see it now......
Noble Dingo Gets His Ass Kicked For Picking A Fight With Someone Much, Much Larger Than Him
would u wanna start that thread... ;0
if u cant i can get to it eventually tho!

"You guys need to take a chill pill," Ferris muttered as he approached, though he had a good-natured grin on his face. He stopped beside Jerseyboy, his bloodshot eyes glancing over Nico and wondering what he had done to get Jersey so riled up in the first place. Whatever it was, Ferris made a mental note not to get on this guy's bad side. Even though he held a calm facade, it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that if Nick decided to make another wrong move, Jerseyboy would be all over him like white on rice. The dingo removed two pills (Xanax, most likely) from the pouch around his neck and extended his paw out towards the two. He, quite literally, had 'chill pills' on him. "Nah? Anyone?" Ferris didn't exactly wait for a response, and instead, he tossed the two pills down the hatch. "Anyways, break it up, gentlemen. Name's Ferris, howdy'a do?" he asked, attention returning primarily to Nico. "What'd you say your name was?"

that would help so MUCH! thank u ;^) nothing is 2 hardcore for ferris he'll try Anything

also if you guys are all down for a drug squad(tm) thread i could make that one 4 sure since ferris is the Enabler