Posts by Ferris.

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wow there's someone in blizzardclan named JEZABEL and ferris HASNT TRIED TO MAKE A MOVe??????? where have i been he's been Slackin

ferris was going to vanish but will surely make a comeback i love blizzardclan so much honestly

tomorrow.... i will post w my sleazy boy

Ferris didn't remember anything. That wasn't actually anything new, it was rather often that he woke up the next morning and didn't remember jack shit. It was partially due to the fact that he doped himself up with so many different drugs that he couldn't even keep them straight. It was a dangerous game, but one that usually resulted in a rather good time, nonetheless. The lithe dingo was lying in a heap on the ground, his yellow eyes scanning around the familiar territory of BlizzardClan. "How long have I been out?" He grumbled to himself, pushing himself upright. A groan escaped his jaws and he glanced at the gash along his rib cage, beady eyes widening in surprise. Fuck. Injuries were never good for Ferris, they often led to infection and he found it difficult to ask others (like, professionally trained medics) for help. The BlizzardClanner chose to ignore the injury, he'd suffered worse. Speaking of worse, his situation was getting a bit more suspicious by the minute. Next to him was a giant bag, and when the dingo nosed it open, he was surprised to find that it was filled to the brim with stolen herbs, food, jewelry, and other trinkets that he probably had no use for. Instead of feeling remorse or concern, Ferris immediately knew that he'd be selling the objects. Perhaps in exchange for drugs - that was the only thing that was truly of use to him.

Hopefully none of his clanmates stumbled across him in this state. Dried blood was smeared across his face, perhaps due to one of his infamous bloody noses or from his little robbery, and the wound on his side was still sticky (though almost dried). That meant that he had been out for at least a day. The deepness of the wound and the lack of medical care made it impossible for it to dry in just a matter of hours. He'd never been good with time, but he had a pretty good idea of how long it took his wounds to heal. "Well, fuck." Ferris wasn't really sure what to do. The bag of stolen objects was too heavy for him to move in his weakened state - he was starving and severely dehydrated, he wasn't going anywhere. Even though he didn't want anyone to see him, Ferris sort of hoped that someone would come and assist him without asking many questions.

Perfect, that was just the guy he wanted to see. In fact, Jerseyboy was someone that Ferris was rather fond of. They were similar in nature, and birds of a feather flocked together, or whatever the fuck that saying was. A small smile spread across his maw as recognition flickered across the other male's features, and he gave a weak wag of his tail. "I was just askin' myself the same question," the ragged canine snorted, glancing back at his bag of stolen goods. "I seem to have some newly acquired wealth," Ferris commented idly, still not really remembering where the fuck he'd gotten any of it from, or why he had even stolen it in the first place. When Alexus approached, the dingo gave a joking roll of his eyes. "Really? I feel like a million bucks." He licked his paw, waving it over his ears as if trying to look more 'presentable' before sticking out the same paw he'd just licked towards Alexus. "Yup, Ferris Harbinger - what's your name, hot stuff? I don't recognize you from when I was last here." It went without saying that Ferris certainly appreciated the new tail 'round these parts.

At Asterin's approach, he found himself silently analyzing her. Well, not analyzing, mostly just blatantly staring, wondering why she was slowly drawing closer to him. At her inquiry, though, Ferris looked a bit startled. Did she know? Probably. It wasn't like his habit was a secret, and he certainly looked the part of a drug addict. "You know I do, babe," he whispered back, lips pulling back in another toothy grin. Did she want some? Perhaps he'd ask her later. It was always fun finding other like-minded people, and he wouldn't mind partying with other people, rather than spending his days and nights getting high by himself.

"Looks like they found me first," he replied to Pierce as Imperia approached. "I do appreciate the concern though, buddy." And he really did. It was a somewhat comforting feeling to know that they cared (at least to an extent) about his general well-being. At least enough to see to it that he didn't die on the spot, anyways. He gave a final nod to Piece before he allowed his attention to rest fully upon one of his closest.. acquaintances, he guessed. He'd consider them friends, but wasn't sure where he stood with Imperia. All he knew about her was that she was the sweetest gal he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, besides his own sister. "Hi, Imperia, it's nice to see you too. You look absolutely stunning today," he chuckled, wincing as he sat into a more comfortable position before answering her question. "I wish I could remember. Must've tripped and fallen, knocked myself out. Scratched myself on a sharp branch, who knows? All I know is that it hurts like a son of a bitch." It wasn't a completely honest answer, he had a pretty good idea as to how he'd acquired this injury, but he needn't worry Imperia with such petty details. He stuck his tongue out, gingerly lapping at the bowl of water that Imperia had so kindly provided for him. After a few seconds, he drank it with more confidence, finding the cool liquid soothing as he swallowed it. His throat felt like a damn desert. At Imperia's question, Ferris' sly, weasel-like smile had returned, "You can do a lot more than look, sweetheart. You can even touch it, if ya want." Another innuendo that would almost certainly fly over her head.

/i missed U roman

track!! i need to reply to our thread

bumping since i took a hiatus for like a month

i drew ferris

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Felexus

Alexis LMAO

Alerris

i'm diggin it

anyway,s

DO u have any plots

honestly ferris is just naturally so flirty an interaction thread could probably turn into something Scandalous(tm)

sounds good to me!!! and dw my thread making skills are subpar at best

just link me when it's up!!

PERRIS!!!!!!!My best ship

imperia is my angelic girlfriend i love Her

i suck at plots but

I SAW SOME STUFF GOIN ON W HER & JERSEY ;^)) im so proud of both of my faves

what would peri do if ferris...............kisst her

Ferris didn't draw. He didn't sing, act, dance, or do any of that arts and crafts bullshit. In fact, the closest thing to 'artistic talent' that the dingo possessed was cutting an even line and snorting it flawlessly. That wasn't exactly among the list of skills that you bragged about, though. He was supposed to be resting - he knew Imperia would disapprove of him being out and about so shortly after an injury - but he could rest when he was dead. Anyways, while he was out meandering around, he noticed Alexus a short distance away. He'd briefly met her when he'd woken up from his (more than likely) drug-induced 'nap' and she seemed like an alright gal. She was pretty, and that was enough for him.

"Howdy, hot stuff" Ferris greeted with a shit-eating grin as he made his way over to the female, plopping down on the ground next to her and not particularly knowing, or caring, whether or not his presence was welcomed or appreciated. "Looks nice - you got some real potential." Ferris had never exactly been a liar, but he wasn't known for his Grade A honesty. That being said, he never really talked down to people or their skills (or lack thereof). It was mostly because he was a pretty chill person in general, and partially due to the fact that if he ever tried to diss someone they could roast his entire life in a matter of seconds and leave him lookin' like a piece of meat that was left on the barbecue for too long. Ferris didn't have a lot going for him, and it was blatantly obvious in the way he conducted himself. He didn't have the right or the audacity to try and talk shit to someone who had it better than him. Unfortunately for Ferris, that was pretty much everyone he met.

The dingo twitched his ears, pulling a cigarette from out behind his ear and stuffing it loosely between his lips. "You got a light?" He asked, though he figured she didn't. If all else failed, maybe she'd let him huff her paint. He wasn't out of product, but he was running low on it. Still had to sell all that shit that he'd stolen. "It's, uhhh, Lexus, right?" He was making a joke. He knew her name was Alexus - whether or not she'd find it funny was unbeknownst to him, but Ferris thought he was clever.

*thinks about ferris' magic trick* *thinks about him kissing imperia*

*lightblub above head*

also i love jers so much

when i was typing that thread i literally thought abuot him the whole time i was like "i hope jersey replies" and u were #1

& tysm alexus ;*

"Oh, sure," Ferris murmured, not sure which one he could pull off when put on the spot with no preparation. He thought for a second, mulling over a couple simple ones that he knew. Nah, most of them required cards, and the ones that didn't - well, he couldn't really remember how to do them right. Any reservations that he'd had about preserving his reputation around Imperia had vanished the second he'd decided on a 'trick.' It was a bit of a trick, a sly one, and one that Imperia certainly was not expecting when she had asked to be shown one. Without much of a warning, the dingo leaned forward and attempted to plant a rather affectionate kiss on her cheek. After the act, he felt a tiny bit of shame for, in a way, betraying her trust - but she was pretty, and sweet, and he enjoyed her company, and he wanted to kiss her anyways.

He moved on swiftly and with ease, not lingering on the moment, "Of course I'm not jesting." At her agreement to hang out with him another time, he gave a grin, "Swell - I'm always free. We'll make plans soon, then, I hope." Some girls would agree to hanging out with him and then never talk to him again. Such antics no longer hurt his ego, and that was likely due to the fact that he no longer had much of one. Desperation had replaced it, and that was what fueled his flirtatious personality. "You're welcome," Ferris shrugged, not sure what else to say concerning that. He wasn't going to ask Imperia out (at least.. not yet, anyway), he was just testing the waters, so to speak. Perhaps that was rude, or shallow, or whatever else anyone wanted to call it, but Ferris had already given her more attention than he had with almost any other girl, so that was a step in the right direction, wasn't it? Besides, Imperia was bound to have plenty of other admirers that were as attractive and kind as she was. As much as Ferris liked her already, he couldn't bear the thought of ever making her cry because of something he'd done if they were together. He hadn't really had a steady girlfriend in a while, either - the last girl he'd dated had turned out to be a lesbian, go figure.

"I do hope it's not too intrusive to ask, but have you ever had a boyfriend?" The way that she reacted to compliments made it seem like she'd never had anyone shower her with any affection, which was baffling to the dingo. That was all he wanted to do when he was around her.

/i'm so tired and i have work at 7am i hope this isn't a Shitty Post

*marks my return with another drawing of ferris*

sorry i keep disappearing ilu guys

"You're throwing a party for yourself?" Ferris asked with a grin as he approached, tail wagging slowly behind him. His half-closed eyes were focused on the new leader, or whatever, and he gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "I guess it's up to someone else of higher stature if we go or not, I'm not really sure how shit works around here." He would know if he stopped sleeping for days on end. "Sounds fun to me, though - might show up anyways. Ferris is the name and irresponsibility's the game," the dingo chortled, sitting back on his haunches as he waited for someone to show up and accept the invite.

The blood that caked the nose of the scrawny dingo was old and dried, occasionally becoming slightly moistened by the licks of his long tongue. The small bag that hung on a string around his neck was full, he had just restocked. His drug use was not exactly a secret, anyone who looked at him could see the telltale signs. His ribs and hips protruded from under his tightly stretched skin, his dark eyes were slightly sunken back into his skill. Before the extreme drug use, he had actually been quite handsome. Some of the traces of those days still remained - if one looked past his yellowed teeth, they would find his pleasant smile was quite warm and welcoming. His sinewy muscles had once been strong and built, his golden fur had been sleek and glossy, he had a charismatic personality, Ferris was once a regular Casanova. He tried hard to stop the drug use, he had asked Lorraine to help him, but not outright. It was a silent cry for help. He needed - and wanted someone to sit him down for an intervention. To deprive him of the powdery white substance that dangled from his neck. BlizzardClan had been kind to him, he had even started to make friends and integrate himself into the community. His memory was awful, though, and he doubted he would recognize anyone if he saw them. It was the sad truth. He wanted to try, though, and get back into it. Ferris Harbinger wanted to make friends with people who would be willing to help him, people who saw the good in him and wanted him to change for the better. He wanted to feel wanted.

"Howdy," came the call of the dingy and mangy looking canine. His beady eyes shifted around the camp, and before anyone had arrived, he quickly removed the back from around his neck, opened it, and poured a little on the ground. He craned his neck, shoved his nose to the ground, and snorted the substance off of the ground, dirt and all. It hurt, every time. It never got better, for him anyways. After the ordeal, he felt the familiar feeling of a type of energetic euphoria begin to creep over him. It kept him functioning. Normal. At least no one had seen him do it - or so Ferris had thought. "For those who don't know me, name's Ferris Harbinger. I used to live here a while ago, I disappeared for a bit to go.. ah. Y'know what? Not important. I'm back, I'm single, and I'm ready to mingle - where're all the babes?" Ah, fucking shit. His nose started to drip blood again. "Dry sinuses, Ferris mumbled with an awkward chuckle, already murmuring the excuse to ward off any inquiries as to what had caused the nosebleed.

”Thanks,” Ferris yapped, tail weakly wagging behind him as he glanced over towards the dragoness, wiping his nose with a paw. The only thing he succeeded in doing was smearing the blood about his face. He was used to looking like shit, but not this bad, Ferris was almost embarrassed. Almost. ”What’s your name?” He asked, though his attention then shifted to the friendly vixen who had approached. Foxes were such creatures of beauty - not quite canine, not quite feline. He’d always wished that he was a fox - as opposed to bearing a striking resemblance to a rabid coyote. ”Tavi? A pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” he replied cheerfully. Ferris liked to consider himself a relatively polite person, despite his nasty habits and things he had formerly done. He wasn’t proud of most of his past actions, but that was a story for another time.

”A medic? I’d really rather not. It’s just a nosebleed, I won’t die.” He might, but it wouldn’t be because of a nosebleed. ”Thank you, though. For the suggestion and the welcome,” he added, black jowls pulling back to reveal his ugly teeth as he smiled. Once upon a time they’d been pearly white. I might, though.” Ferris figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to see a medic. He hadn’t seen one in years, which was his own fault, of course. Ferris never blamed anyone else for his problems, he knew it was his fault. He wanted to stop, but he didn’t at the same time.

And then Jaelynn approached and Ferris’ pleasant grin turned into a more genuine one. She was beautiful, stunning, even. And she didn’t seem to like him, which made her all the more attractive. So that’s where all the babes were. Ha. ”It is my very good honor to meet you,” the lean dingo barked, his slow tail wagging suddenly picking up speed. ”You are quite beautiful, if I may say so. You free tonight? I’d love to take you out. I know some cool spots.” Rejection was something he was used to and could handle easily. One girl that he’d been (genuinely) in love with had turned out to be a lesbian. Heartbroken? Definitely. Was it hot that she liked chicks? Definitely. So, in Ferris’ eyes, he won some and he lost some. He was quite the perv, which was usually a quality many did not find appealing. Some girls, however, found it flattering. Typically they were the ones with low self esteem, but still. Some girls was better than no girls. ”May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, mon chéri?” Lorraine was fluent in French, and Ferris had picked up some phrases here and there with the help of his sister. Girls loved French. Who didn’t? It was romantic.

OOC thanks!! & mobile, sorry for any errors

bumping cause im kinda sorta back