Posts by The Phantom.

Alastor had been padding through the BlizzardClan territory, with the intention to head down to his cave to look at his sheet music. But as he padded along, the fresh scent of blood, a clanmate, and the Cartel entered his nostrils. It was no clanmate that the black panther recognized, but he immediately recognized the scent of the Cartel. They were the group that stole Lottie from him, and did absolute horrible things to her. Deathstroke didn't leave Lottie alone after she returned to BlizzardClan, Alastor had actually chased off the Cartelian after he revealed who he was to Lottie when she declined his marriage proposal. He had almost killed Deathstroke by suffocating the hellhound, but Lottie had stopped him. Since then, the male hasn't seen Deathstroke or much of the Cartel.

He didn't see much of the Cartel because of the truce. It surprised him that their leader wanted a truce so badly between the two clans, and it actually formed. He did not think it would have lasted long, and his suspicions were confirmed as he entered the scene after Sweetophelia, just managing to pad in time to hear Pippa announce that she not only murdered a clanmate but as well announce that the truce was off. He remembered Pippa from a raid far back, he had tried attacking her then, but was stopped by Storm because the Cartelians were trying to get a truce instead of fighting. But now, it was his chance to fight Pippa again and this time wouldn't be stopped. Extending his claws into the ground, the masked panther would look over towards Pippa, his gaze locking onto her with unblinking eyes. Alastor had thought of saying a comment to the Cartellian, but he decided not to waste his time doing so. He'd rather just get rid of the female, as she was more nuisance than an enemy. Without a warning, the panther would attempt to lunge towards Pippa, conjuring up his noose in the process. He would attempt to wrap the noose around the female's neck, in hopes to suffocate her.

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Despite the growing anxiety that Jacob was experiencing, he was still handling the situation much better than Alastor could. The pup kept on apologizing as Alastor helped put the bandages on his wounds, mumbling most of his words and staying quiet. There were occasional times of the pup trembling, but Jacob was not hiding his face from view, nor screaming at Alastor to get away. Alastor would have done exactly that- if someone saw him without his mask, he would have immediately tried to cover his deformity and get away from them, and begin to scream if he couldn't keep himself calm. Alastor would have made the situation much worse than it had to be, but with Jacob it was not getting out of hand and it was staying under control. The panther would only glance up at the canine when he apologized for the first time, not bothering to say a word as he finished wrapping the bandages around Jacob's wounds.

But as he was finishing up, the masked panther's ears would prick up at a certain sentence that came out of Jacob's mouth. "Thank you... Sorry I... I so icky." In an almost immediate reaction, the panther looked right at the now bandaged up pup, his dark green eyes locking onto him. A normal person would have told Jacob that he was not icky, they would have reassured them that they look fine. But Alastor was not going to. Alastor felt the same way, he saw no point in telling the pup that they were not icky if he felt that way about himself. Well, actually, he wouldn't use the word 'icky'- he felt more like a monster. He was tormented his entire life for his face, for the first year of his life he was only neglected and abused for his face. They called him horrible names, used him for entertainment, made him a laughing stock. It would only make simple sense on why he would feel the same exact way, and why even after months of being reassured that he wasn't a monster, still felt like he was one. Not only that, but he felt the same way like Jacob, believing that others wouldn't want to help him. Or well, in his case, care about him, love him. He had became so convinced that the world was dark, and that he would never be capable to care for anyone, as he believed they never cared for him.

But despite the fact that he was not going to straight up reassure Jacob, he could help the canine in some way. The male thought for a moment, not daring to say a word as he stared at Jacob. The panther would let out a deep sigh, as he lifted his right paw into the air, and brought it to the right side of his face- to his mask. Closing his eyes, the male would prepare himself for something he hated to do: removing his mask. Alastor would slowly take his white mask off, revealing his horribly deformed and twisted face to Jacob. He was expecting that Jacob would be a bit shocked, but probably wouldn't react badly as others have. He understood what Jacob was going through, hopefully Jacob could understand that he was not alone on looking different. "...I am too," The panther would simply say as a response to Jacob's statement, managing to keep himself rather calm as he looked for a reaction from him.

Alastor would keep his mask on the ground, not reaching out to put it back on just yet. He wanted Jacob to see what his face looked like. He would put it back on once he began to feel uncomfortable. He would hear the male continue to speak, Alastor a bit surprised at the question. Jacob was asking him if he was a medic, out of all of BlizzardClan- if hewas one. Alastor was the least qualified member to be a medic, this had to be his first time ever helping another member in a medical sense kind of way. "No, I am not a medic," He would answer his first question, shaking his head as he happened to catch Jacob's second question. He was wondering why he was here in the medic den, he could understand that, Jacob did not know why. "...I was looking around for Lottie."

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When the masked panther was padding through the territory, he did not exactly recognize the creature awaiting at the border. Alastor was not one to be social, he did not go out of his way to make new friends or talk to others. If Lirim had joined BlizzardClan in the past, Alastor certainly did not remember it. Most likely, he did not make his way to become friends with them, there was a small chance that he didn't even show himself at their joining. He might have been somewhere else with his guard, getting dragged around as his guard completed their everyday duties. So as the panther padded in, he looked over at Lirim, his gaze locking onto them. They looked tired out, but Alastor was not going to ask them if they needed any help or a medic. Someone else could ask them if they needed assistance, he wasn't going to go out his way like that.

"Who are you?" The Phantom would ask them, with a swish of his tail, his dark green eyes unblinking. "...What do you want with BlizzardClan?"

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Alastor had been expecting Jacob to be surprised but he had not expected for the puppy's expression to change as quickly as it did. He watched the tears form in Jacob's eyes, and before he knew it, Jacob darted forward and wrapped his paws around his front right leg. Immediately at the touch, the panther would tense up, holding his breath as he looked down at him. Alastor hated being touched. He was quite sensitive to it, as his parents and the loners were both abusive. Almost every time he is touched, whether that being a hug, a nudge, etc, he was reminded of them. Usually Alastor would immediately pull a way and express his disapproval. But this time, the panther did not shove the little canine away, this was different. He still tensed up at the touch, but he managed to calm himself down as he noticed the tears in Jacob's eyes. Jacob wasn't crying tears of sadness, but instead happiness. He could tell, the difference between tears of sadness and joy can almost always be told apart, and this was an instance of it. Alastor certainly did not get his deformity through a fire like Jacob. He had it the moment he was born, and the neglect and abuse shortly followed. Alastor also felt a connection with the puppy, which he never imagined he would experience. He never thought there were other people like him, he had always thought he was alone.

When Jacob decided to let go of his front right leg, he would watch Jacob's expression change to a light smile moments later. He was a bit surprised at Jacob's volunteer to help find her. He had surely thought Jacob would prefer to stay inside the hut, but perhaps Jacob couldn't fall asleep. It was already quite late out, he didn't think he would have woken Jacob from padding inside the den. Not saying a word, the panther reached for his mask, grabbing hold of it. He would put it back on his face, fitting perfectly against his face as it was specifically made for him. After all, he did make the mask himself, of course it was going to fit his face just right. He could hear the enthusiasm in Jacob's tone, he was clearly trying to make himself sound like he really wanted to help. The panther would give him a nod of his head at the request, flicking his tail to signal Jacob to follow him. "...She is not here, where could she be?" The masked panther would find himself asking out loud as he thought of possible locations. As he thought, one location popped into his head that he had a feeling she was more at than the others. The Greenhouse. "...Follow me," The Phantom would tell Jacob as he began to pad out of the den, heading towards the Greenhouse in the dead of night.

[ ISELOTTA ]

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Alastor happened to be right in camp in time for Sweetophelia's weekly tasks, his ears pricking up at her voice. For once, she wasn't gathering them around for a meeting like she did once a week. Instead, she was the one hosting the weekly tasks. He couldn't remember the last time the leader handed out weekly tasks herself, it must have been a couple months ago. With a flick of his tail, the masked panther would pad over, shortly following in after Imperia. The last task Alastor received was when he had to host a swimming lesson, he hoped he would get something far better than that. "...I'll take one," The Phantom said, as his gaze locked onto Sweetophelia, his dark green eyes unblinking.

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Alastor had not been expecting to hear someone scream today in the territory, especially from an unfamiliar voice. The male had been minding his own business, with the intentions to go down to the old territory for a bit. He no longer resided in the old territory, but that's where all of his instruments and music sheets were- in his cave and his hut. So when he heard the sudden scream, the male stopped in his tracks, his ears pricking up at the sound. He listened closely, realizing that the sound was in the territory, not at the border or in the old territory. That possibly meant that there was an intruder, and with that, the masked panther made his way to the scene.

But when he arrived, he entered just in time to hear Thorn announce who he was. From what he heard, Thorn was a traveler, he did not hear the male mention he was joining. A frown would form across his muzzle, the panther locking his gaze onto the feline. "...What do you want with BlizzardClan?" The panther asked, frowning a bit more at the foreign language. Alastor actually spoke another language, which happened to be French. But he could not understand the language Thorn was speaking, so he had no idea what the feline was saying. He heard that Thorn was a traveler, but Alastor did not think that would be a good answer. They needed more than that, as of now he was still an intruder in Alastor's eyes. He would impatiently await a response, his tail lashing behind him as his dark green eyes did not blink once while looking at the feline.

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The black panther pad been padding through the territory, all by himself as of recent. He actually was not planning to head down to his cave or his hut, like he usually did when he gets rather close to the border. This time he was just taking a quick walk, perhaps he could down to his cave later in the day. If he went down later, he could look over his sheet music again, or play his organ- which he hasn't played in awhile. Taking his thoughts off of his instruments and sheet music, he continued to walk, eventually coming across Jerseyboy, Mieczyslaw, and a stranger. He just happened to pad in just in time- to hear this so said stranger introduce not only their name, but their intentions with BlizzardClan. The masked panther would lock his gaze onto the serval known as Alexus, his dark green eyes unblinking. As it seemed like neither Mieczyslaw or Jerseyboy were giving Alexus an answer to her request, the panther decided to take it into his own hands. "...You may join," Alastor would say, with a small frown, not even close to the smile on Alexus's features. Alastor was not outgoing- he was quite quiet, barely any words coming out of his mouth- even when he is engaged in a conversation.

"...I am Alastor."

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