Posts by BARBARA F.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]It was lame to just sit here and watch, so Barb decided she would join in too. Why not? She was defending her prisoners. Glancing around, her gaze rested on Rivulet. Oh, he was weird looking. He was kinda big, though. Oh well, fuck it - what was the worst that could happen? Launching into battle, the girl jumped at him and aimed a swipe of her claws at his chest, grinning the whole time.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]It wasn't the closer Barbara got that would kill Hudson, rather the amount of pressure she put on his throat. She knew this from experience - she had tried killing prey with her knife. Other times, she had just gotten bored and slit its throat. Either way, she had learned how to kill pretty easily. She didn't want to kill Hudson, though. First of all, that wouldn't be any fun, and second of all, she wanted to send him back to Riverclan; send him back as a reminder of who was really boss. "Good boy," she smiled, pulling away slightly and allowing her claws to sheathe. She patted the canine on his head with a slightly bloodied paw before moving forward and attempting to make a deep gash in Hudson's shoulder. She would stop half way, though, interrupted by Montague's annoying voice. Ugh, the bastard that had question Jamie's accent and flirted with Nilo. Neither of which she had much appreciated, though she was able to get behind flirting with the puma - she was pretty fine, if Barb did say so herself.

"Fuck off," she spat, glaring at Montague over her shoulder. He's cute, someone whispered in her ear, though she waved them away with her free paw. No he wasn't - he was an asshole. "I don't think this is any of your business, Montague," The name contorted hatefully as she spoke, blue eyes flashing. She was the one with the knife, and he better remember.

maybe she and barb could be friends? she flirts with everyone so they could kind of "bond" over that, if you're interested ?

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]"Magic". What bullshit. There was no such thing as magic or immortality or any of that shit. Barbara knew there were people with special powers, but it wasn't magic - they were simply enhanced in someway. How? She had no idea, but they were. Who knew; maybe she had some sort of powers she didn't know about. As if - why would Barb of all people get them? She was already so much better than everyone else, she didn't need anything else to make herself unable to be topped.

Padding over after Jackdaw, she grinned at the joiner. "Hey there, sweetheart," the girl greeted, her voice a sickeningly sweet purr. "It's so nice to meet you, Ahri. My name's Barbara, and you're welcome to join. We can provide whatever you need... and maybe some more," she added with a wink, fighting to keep from wiggling giddily. It was so fun to get to greet joiners, wasn't it?

ooh maybe she and barbara could get into an argument over something ?

i could possibly make tonight, and it'd be rushed, but i can definitely make tomorrow c:

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Well, shit. Barbara felt a slight purr rumbling in her throat as her claws made contact with flesh, only to realise she had barely done any damage. Although she had yet to get an actual mentor - yes, she knew she was a month late - Barb had a bit of training from living a loner's life and from going onto the battlefield. Due to this training, she was able to tell that @Rivulet Dearray would be going for her shoulder, but not with the extra speed and force that he did. "Fuck," the girl cursed as she was knocked aside slightly. Blood flowed to her wound, she she winced. Ouch. Turning to the Riverclanner, she regained her balance and narrowed her eyes. With both paws outstretched now, the femme [color=0064FF]aimed her claws at Rivu's face. If her attack was successful, she would then drag her claws down in hopes to leave long scratch marks down his muzzle.[/color]

//mobile

i think that would be best. i can make tomorrow, if you like?

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Oh, another meeting. Barbara wasn't really sure what had gone on with the last one, but it was good to see stuff happening now. Ambling over, she seated herself in the middle of a group of NPCs, scanning the area for her brother. Where could he be? Usually he was here by now. She shook off the thought and instead focused on Jackdaw, bright eyes wide and curious. Almost immediately the maned wolf began announcing things, which was good - Barb could tell this wouldn't turn out like last time. It must have been an off day for the leader, or something. She didn't know, nor did she care very much. The demotions seemed fair; she hadn't seen any of those people for a while. When it came to promotions, her ears perked forward at the sound of her brother's name. Normally she didn't care about the promotions, but was she happy to hear the mention of her twin. Breaking into the grin, her tail twitched impatiently - she couldn't wait to congratulate Jamie! Finally was something about weather and a raid, but she didn't pay much attention to that. "Congrats, everyone! And noted." What was she noting? She wasn't entirely sure, but it was what was usually said at meetings, so she decided to say it.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]"Oh come on hun, give it up." Seriously, this was getting irritating. Her fur did bristle slightly when the pony called Jackdaw an idiot. Barbara didn't dislike her leader, but she didn't particularly like him. He was alright - that was it. Still, he led her clan, and it wasn't okay for someone to go around insulting him. Did this princess bitch really think she could call him that, let alone harm any Bloodclanner? She was the moron.

A cackle of amusement escaped Barb's throat once more at Hope's words. "Listen, babe, Bloodclan's perfectly functional - I have no idea what you're getting at. But you know what? You're getting kind of annoying. Let's get back to work, huh?" The girl looked around at her supplies, glancing at her brother from her perch atop the Riverclan medic. "Ya got any matches, Jamie?" she asked with a grin - he had to get a chance to play too. When Delaney arrived, however, her grin grew. This pony needed to learn when to hold her tongue. "I could sew her mouth shut," she offered, tail whipping. Now that would be fun. She listened for a reply, but turned back to Princess Hope. "How 'bout that, love? Sounds fun, doesn't it?" Sure as hell did sound fun. That was for later, though, if she continued to be annoyed by her prisoner. For now, she settled on continuing the torture. Bright eyes sweeping over the larger creature's body, they rested on her ear. Cut it off, hissed a disembodied voice in her ear. Smirking, Barbara adjusted her grip on her dagger and aimed to drag it across the top of Hope's ear in hopes of taking it off. Ears were sensitive, weren't they?

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barb wasn't about to give up this game - this was fun. Who cared what her real name was? "'Kay, Sally, nice to meet you too. I could take ya for a look around, if you like." Why not? It was uncommon for someone to accept this offer, but there was no harm in trying. She smiled at her brother as he approached, but mostly kept her attention on the joiner. She was cute - with her wings and everything. The female spared a quick glance at Montague, mouth forming a thin line, before looking back to Delaney, eyebrows raised expectantly.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara had already gone around helping and greeting newcomers for most of the morning, so she decided she would take a quick walk to one of the oases. It was always a lot cooler there, and there was water and shade. Smiling at the concept of relaxing there, the girl dutifully trotted over the dunes, ears perked forward as she scanned the area for an oasis. Eventually her azure gaze settled on one just a little ways away, and she sighed in relief. The sand was getting hot beneath her paws, and she could feel a dull ache in her joints. After a few moments of what felt like eternal walking, Barb found herself under the shade of a few trees. Finally, she thought, plopping down beside the deep water and taking a few sips into her mouth. What to do now? She hadn't thought this far. Usually the Fawkes girl liked to do things with people, and now she was alone. A frown tugging down at her lips, she sighed to herself and lowered her head to her paws. It would come to her - she would come up with something.

@ALDUIN D. REDGRAVE

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]How anyone could be pleased to meet that bastard, Barbara didn't know, but she supposed Delaney was just being pleasant. The third tier didn't see the point in being polite if you weren't being honest, but it wasn't really her business. Perking up at the joiner's words, she grinned. "Right, cutie, let's get going, then." She turned, staring at Del over her shoulder as she waited for her to follow.

//you want me to make a private thread for the tour?

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Oh good, someone was helping her. Not like she needed it - Barbara could take care of herself. Still, she was grateful, and shot Nami a quick glance of thanks. That was when another attack was launched, and she lurched to the left as a large paw made contact with her flank, claws ripping through her flesh. Another curse escaped her parted lips, this one inaudible, and she turned to Rivulet, sides heaving and bleeding heavily from her right, all the way from her shoulder to her thigh. "You asshole," she hissed through gritted teeth, clenching her jaw against the pain stinging her skin. Then, though weakened by the attack, she reached up to her necklace to grab her dagger from it, grinning. "Playtime's over." With that, the small girl lunged forward while Rivulet was distracted, hoping to land on his back. If successful, she would attempt to sink the blade of her knife into his shoulder.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]"Ya ready, Sally?" the young third tier asked, still refusing to use the joiner's real name, Delaney. Barbara would take her around and show her were some oases were, then she'd show her the Blood Nile, and the borders. Sounded kind of boring, but at least it was better than having nothing to do. If she hadn't offered to do this tour, Barb would be wandering off to go do some repetitive task that would make her feel like her brain was going to explode, so this was definitely a much better activity.

@SPECKLEBLAZE.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]"So you gonna just keep calling me sally?" Truthfully, the answer was yes. Barbara could keep "jokes" (aka, something she found remotely funny) alive for months, even if it was just annoying everyone else. Raising a brow at the canine's inquiry, she replied, "What else am I supposed to call you?" This girl was Sally to her now - end of story. Ambling forward with her tail swinging behind her, she allowed her mind to roam. To her, age held no relevance - it was maturity and brains that got you places. So, if she knew Delaney viewed it as "odd" that she was a lot younger, she'd have to laugh in her face. First of all, they were five months apart, and second, Barb was fairly sure she could take her down in battle - with both her physical powers and her mental. Well, maybe not her physical, comparing their sizes, but definitely her mental. Barbara was ninety-nine percent convinced she was on a higher intellectual level than pretty much all of her clan.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]//oh yeah, sure, sorry about that! if barb and jamie were to break one of her bones, would you have a specific request or?

Damn, Barbara thought as her attack failed. Well, shit - it would have been so fun to see the pony crying as her flesh was severed apart. And the blood... well, that would have been fun too. But, alas, it wasn't meant to be. Eyes flashing angrily as Hope dodged her attack, she noticed the horn sparking again and moved out of the way just in time, feeling the laser graze her fur and singe it slightly. Rolling her eyes as far as they would go to her cheek, she managed to see her now soot-colored fur smoking slightly.

Her fur had been burned. It was the wrong color. This pony was dead. She lunged forward with an angered yell, attempting to press her blade against Hope's throat, hopefully enough to draw pricks of blood, but not to slice it open. At the same time, Tanis was launching her attack. "Listen, you little idiot! You're the bitch that's captured, not me! I could kill you right this fucking second if I wanted to, and there's nothing you could do about it. Do you understand?" It was weird, really, since Barb didn't mind blood, but any grime that touched her fur was a big no-no. It took a few moments for the other female's words to register, and she glowered darkly. "Not many of us, that I recall. I don't give a shit how many Riverclanners died - natural selection. We're not there anymore, anyway, so why the fuck does that matter?" It was clear that the molly was quite angry now.

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara turned to Nami as he approached, narrowing her eyes slightly. He hadn't gone through the trouble of dragging this childish pony all the way back to Bloodclan. Still, when he captured another Riverclanner, he had allowed her to join in on the fun. She watched him calculatingly for a moment before sighing in defeat. "Fine, but just this once. And only a little." Well, it was better than nothing. She returned to glaring down at Princess Hope, anger welling in her chest at the mention of immortality - ha, okay. She was insane. Maybe; or maybe she had some sort of regeneration power. Who knew? "Fuck you, bitch," she grumbled, surveying the pony. Her lip twitched in amusement as the Riverclanner's horn was snapped. Good - now they could really enjoy themselves. Then, she came up with an idea; they could immobilise her. Immortal or not, not being able to walk sounded pretty shitty. "Hey Jamie, come help me out here," she called to her brother, wanting to include him in the fun.

//rushed & mobile [/size]

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]That sounded fucking wild - that would be fun! Grinning enthusiastically, Barb nodded. "Sure, Jackie, thanks!" she hummed, bouncing excitably. Where should she go? Maybe she would hit up all of their enemies. Laughing to herself, the girl turned to execute her task.

//mobile

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=verdana][align=justify]Barbara rolled her eyes, unamused, as Hudson peeled his lips from his teeth. What was that supposed to do, scare her? She felt a trickle of satisfaction, however, when blood seeped onto her lightly colored paws. She ignored the canine while he pulled away, turning her attention back to Montague. Ugh, what an ass. Could he see she was busy here? He could easily give it up - this was Bloodclan, he couldn't exactly stop her from hurting someone. Gracefully stepping off of the retriever, she kept her knife pointed at him and nodded to Jamison. "You can do what you like, Jamie. I'll deal with this one." She said the words "this one" as though talking about a misbehaving pet. Tossing a furry head of hair, she stalked toward Montague, though was sure to stay close enough to jump on Hudson if he tried to make a run for it. Not like he could, anyway - he was missing a leg and already had a few extra wounds.

"Listen, hun, I think you need to back the fuck off and stick your fat nose into someone else's business. This Riverclanner is ours - we caught him. I suggest you run off now, before you get yourself into any sort of trouble. You wouldn't want that, huh, babe?" Her voice lowered to an almost threatening whisper as she continued, though still carried an almost flirtatious tone to it. Whoops - she supposed it was impossible for her to not flirt in some way, even if she despised the other.