Posts by SAXON

Saxon too had a new body, but the male had decided perhaps it was best not to show it off. He still smelled like himself, he reasoned, so what purpose was there to flaunting it about? No, no, that would never do. He had much more important ways to spend his time. Like... well, there were lots of things. The male pawed the ground a bit as he approached, more out of habit than anything, and settled before Eggnogg and Ghostwriter. The deer and the fluffy... cream puff.

"Yes, yes." He wasn't sure what more needed to be said than that, so Saxon did not waste words as he approached. The tom wanted to do something with himself, although he worried that some might not recognize him after the transformation from his borzoi form. For the moment, he was most comfortable as a feline, and that was that. One did not need to look good to get things done, and he certainly wanted that for himself.

Saxon nodded, though a bit somberly. He was glad to have kept his position, even if the expectations around his home were a bit low at the moment. That only made sense, though, because so was the population. Well, no matter. They would raise it with time and hard work. He was ready for that.

And cleaning. He wasn't quite so good at cleaning as he was at showing up a few times a week to remind others of his existence, but that could be learned. The mansion was huge, so it would be a big job, but maybe that would attract some newcomers? After all, he was the first to admit he was a bit grossed out by several of the older corpses lying around the Elite. Perhaps that would do the trick.

"Alright, understood. Thank you."

Saxon trotted in, an unusual spring in his step brought on by the delicious smell of food wafting out from the dining room, a smile even painted on his generally stoic face. Food, and plenty of it! There was no lack of prey to be found around their mansion, but still he was excited by the thought of food already prepared, covered in the flavors of Twolegs but without the horrible smell of them. The tom had already fixed his eyes on a plate piled high with grilled chicken and beef when he finally managed to scramble onto a chair across the table from Eggnog and Ghostwriter. "To Duskmire!" He mumbled, the cheer muffled by his dragging a hunk of chicken and another of beef onto his plate.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Music blared from a speaker in the corner, something Saxon had discovered on one of his occasional trips out of the mansion and over the bridge. He still had no idea how it was powered, but what mattered was that he had figured out the volume controls, and so now it was on as loudly as he could possibly make it. The actual music itself - a Kidz Bop CD - wasn't what mattered, it was the noise. It allowed him to block out the rest of the world and focus on his work, the weekly task that Ghostwriter had assigned him. Cleaning up the corpses.

At the moment, he was working on scrubbing down the floor where he had just removed a body, though it still lay a few pawsteps away. It seemed that the German shepherd had been freshly dead when it had arrived in the Elite mansion, based on the darkness and size of the bloodstain on the tile around him. A bucket of soapy water and a sponge from the kitchen were all the tom had, but that didn't matter. He scrubbed hard, hoping that the blood would start to come out soon.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Bouncing a bit at the sudden poke from Eggnog, Saxon snapped out of his focused state and managed, if only barely, to avoid slapping the kitten in the face with his tail as he whirled. "Oh! My apologies, Eggnog. Well, if you'd like to help, I suppose.. oh, just a moment." The tom dropped his sponge and hurried across the room. It had suddenly dawned on him that although he enjoyed the loud music as a distraction, perhaps such a young creature might not. He fumbled for a few seconds with the controls, which were definitely not built for his paws, before finally managing to turn it to a low, somewhat tolerable level. "Where was I? Oh, I can do it quite adequately, but if you'd like to help, there are always room for more paws. Perhaps... perhaps you could find something to help with the stain? I'm trying to clean it, but there must be something." Although he didn't know it yet, Saxon would eventually realize that the best way to hide the bloodstains on the floor was to put things on top of them, as tile was harshly stubborn.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Paint and rocks. Well, Saxon supposed, the correct description for the scene was paint and rocks and Eggnog. Not at all an unexpected combination, as the kitten seemed quite intent on brightening the old mansion up as much as possible. He trotted up, gasping a bit as his paw slipped on a flat rock he hadn't seen, and regained his balance with a flustered expression. "Er, hello! Do you mind if I join you?"

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Noticing the snort of laughter - he would have been deaf if he hadn't - Saxon quickly whirled his tail close to his body. It made no sense as a reaction, but the feeling of having his tail nearby was comforting, somehow. He didn't like to be laughed at, but he had to keep his expression friendly. "Then I will." The tom grabbed a larger rock and a few different jars of paint - pink, blue, and green. His initial idea had been something about writing "Elite" on a rock, but that plan was foiled by the fact that he had no idea how to write. So now, it would be striped.

Unsure how to begin, Saxon flicked his tail into the pink paint jar, twitching slightly as the cold, odd substance plastered itself onto his fur. Then he swiped the pink across the rock a couple of times, trying to make sure the stripe was opaque enough to be seen, and repeated the process with the blue and green. "Maybe I'll make a pile of matching ones and put them around the front door."

boop/track

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon wasn't entirely sure why this creature was shouting at Eggnog, but he didn't appreciate it either. What was the Elite if he had no sense of duty towards his co-leader? The domestic cat, who really was not that much larger than Eggnog on the scale of things, padded up calmly and attempted at least a half-smile. "Politeness, that's all. My name is Saxon."

Oh, goodness. He couldn't be thinking like this. Their group desperately needed members, even ones that liked to shout confusing attempts at finding the fallacies in common practices like the name and business request. No, no. He must be kind and respectful to everyone. For the sake of the Elite.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]"Not always polite. Just once in a great while." Saxon surprised himself with the relatively smooth remark, not a single utterance of 'um' or 'oh'. Generally, he made some sort of stumble in his speech patterns. Hmm. Perhaps he was improving. "Welcome to the Elite, Lucifer." The tom flicked his tail around his paws, wondering what to say next. Or maybe he wasn't as good at things - just things, in general - as he thought he was. Ah, well.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon noted the alabaster female almost as soon as she spoke, mostly because he had been near the bridge, and padded up to her calmly. He was excited to see the influx of joiners recently - well, two, including this one if she chose to, but it was still quite the number relative to the size of the Elite. "Hello, may I have your name and business, please?" Perhaps the words sounded overly formal, but then again, they were memorized. They got the point across, anyway, and that was the most important thing. The tom flicked his tail a bit, a nervous habit.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon liked to think of himself as at least a little bit knowledgeable, but if he was being totally honest, he had no idea what half of the words Rose had just said meant. Civilization? Oligarchy? Facet? At least he knew what a soldier was, and the hair on his back pricked up just a little bit. "Welcome, Rose. So you're a soldier?" She didn't look very much like a soldier, in his opinion. He generally pictured a large, muscular creature with a deep voice, quite the opposite of the creature in front of him.

zen why such whining lmao
i will make a thread with you

+ yeah to both threads!! i'll put 'em up in the board asap

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon was at this point practically able to smell the distaste Lucifer felt for him, but he still wanted something to do, and this fire seemed to be the main attraction at the moment. Besides, he smelled some form of food, and that was quite the draw. The tom padded up cheerfully, plastering a perhaps overly bright smile onto his maw. "Oh, marshmallows." He hooked a few on his claws and settled down a few pawsteps away, unwilling to risk the harsh words Lucifer seemed to never run out of.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]And at that moment of politeness, the chocolate tom smiled slightly, padding up to the strange pair. Lucifer, yes, familiar enough, and then the other... thing. If he had said those words allowed, he would have cringed at the rudeness, but he truly had no idea how to define the creature before him. It looked to him like a dog, but there was something off about it. "Hello." Perhaps it sounded dumb and simple to say to someone he had never met, but Saxon felt like exhausting little effort at this very moment. It was nothing personal, but he was not the most energetic feline.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]"Yes, I am." He wasn't all that hungry, actually, but in the current situation it seemed quite appropriate to gorge on sugary s'mores. Saxon reached out a paw for the roasted marshmallow, surprised when his claw pierced the surface and the oozy interior stuck to his chocolate fur. A secret: he had never actually eaten a cooked marshmallow before, just raw ones straight from the bag.

Flicking his paw in a fruitless attempt to rid himself of the sticky substance, the tom twitched his ears at the second statement from Lucifer. Chaotic action. Yes, he did agree, especially considering that things had been so slow lately. "We definitely could. Perhaps you'd like to organize something yourself?" He didn't mean it to come out dismissive, though he worried it had. Hmm. He settled his paw into the sand, forgetting that the sand would stick to the marshmallow fluff now quite solidly stuck, and twitched his tail anxiously. "We've been cleaning out the corpses a bit to make the place more livable, but that isn't exactly what I would call chaotic."

I'm sorry to hear that! <3 I hope we see you around soon & that everything's okay!

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Saxon took a deep breath, his tail twitching a bit anxiously. That was a common theme with him, the anxiety. He worried about everything, mostly for the good of the Elite - or so he hoped. He worried that he wasn't doing well enough as a leader, an unexpected promotion. He worried that he wasn't doing enough to get more participation in the community. Heck, he worried he wasn't doing enough to take care of himself, what with all of the stress that occurred almost entirely inside of his head.

"No. Not now. Everything is alright." The soothing words were murmured to himself, only slightly audible even across the moderately sized room in the mansion that served as his bedroom. It consisted of an old mattress covered in blankets he'd discovered in closets, a creaky wooden desk with a matching chair, and several boxes stuffed to bursting with non-perishable beef jerky that he'd once found in an old storage room. Currently, Saxon was sitting on the chair, which was pulled out from the desk so that he could leap onto the bed or almost straight out the door, and tracing things in the coat of dust that covered the surface of the desk. A creature that looked close enough might discover that it was a badly-drawn map of the Elite territory, with the mansion at the center, and x's were being drawn at even intervals around the border.

Why? Well that, that was for Saxon to know and the others to ask about.

[fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]To be perfectly honest, Saxon didn't think he himself had a pair to do it. His leadership was perhaps not the most earned position he had ever held - it had come to him practically by default, in a Clan where both the previous leader and his co-leader had stepped down. It was up to him to adjust quickly enough to keep the Elite surviving. He hoped he could.

The tom straightened out his facial expression, turning it to solemn from the attempt at friendliness, and shrugged. "You've yet to see me hold a meeting. It takes time for things to happen, you know. I've barely led a week." And certainly not on his own. No, Saxon knew he would need support from his Clanmates. Hopefully, Lucifer would be willing to support - in his own way. The chocolate tom knew by now to expect no bright and shiny attitude from the lion.