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Artemis felt the fur alongside his spine rise as he witnessed the horrendous event. Heart lurching, he knew there was nothing he could do in time to rescue the child, As the winged lion slammed into the ground, the fox took off in it’s direction, full speed ahead.

Arty almost tripped over himself as he screeched to a stop next to Tavi and Steve. The look he shot the both of them were less than friendly.

"This poor lion has just been pummeled by the elements in case you happened to not see, I do believe your nosy questions can wait." the British fox snapped at them.

With an irked huff, he quickly turned back to the young lion, eyes scouring his form to check for injuries.

"You are hurt, correct?" He definitely looked like he was hurt, but Arty knew about creatures that were near invincible. Wimps, all of them.

Artemis strolled up after Vinny, his fur ruffled. He had just seen two rabbits going at it like..well, rabbits. Physical acts of love never ceased to confuse and disgust Artemis, and he was increasingly greatful he didn’t have a significant other in his life.

Shuddering, the fox shook his head in an attempt to forcefully remove the thoughts there. Good thing his top hat was magically enchanted to stay on otherwise the harsh movement would have threw it off.

Once he had gathered himself, he glanced at both creatures with mild curiosity. Vinny looked like hell. And now Blizzardclan had a strawberry leopard . What the fudge, did this clan have some secret competition to out bizarre each other? "Welcome to Blizzardclan," the fox spoke with quiet confidence, his British accent twirling around his words and making them smooth as silk.

"If there’s anything you need feel free to hit me up.

Artemis was next to join the trio, having seen them not far off from where he was. He cocked his head in bewilderment as the rabbit didn’t speak, wondering if perhaps it had a sore throat and was unable to. Either way, he smiled at the small creature in what he hoped was in a welcoming manner. This rabbit had accessories and seemed to be smoking, so Artemis had to assume there was some sort of intelligence in that small cranium.

"Welcome to the clan if you’re here to join, I’m Artemis. Would you like a drink or something?" the fox asked, not really wanting to get anything for this rabbit but knowing no matter what he had to be a gentleman.

Ayy so I’ve noticed I only ever use this guy when there are joining threads or something very simple, and that’s not what I want. I want this char to develop connections with other characters and actually have a story, you know?

So, here’s another plot thread! All cards are on the table except

Shoot me some plot ideas or something and let’s roll!

Heartcheart codes give me and my tablet a headache so you guys get the next best thing, Artemis’s opinions about your char! Drop your character’s name down below and see what your neighborhood conman thinks! o:

Artemis emerged after Mija, his eyes taking in the decorations with excitement. It had been a while since the fox went to a shindig, mostly because he didn’t particularly like the crowd, but tonight was different, New Year’s eve, this was a time to celebrate! This didn’t mean he’d participate in the activities but he’d enjoy watching others. Did that sound weird?

"You did a splendid job, luv! " Arty commended the feline, for once not being his sarcastic self. The mood he was in forbade any negativeness and he kind of hoped it stayed that way, at least until after New Year’s.

The fox opened his maw to ask a question before the tantalizing aroma of sloppy joe hit him full force and he stiffened, eyes going wide. Forgetting that he was a self proclaimed gentleman almost instantly, the fox raced across the space between him and the tables, almost diving headfirst into the juicy sandwiches.

/ y’all i’m bringing arty in the only way i know how c;;;

Artemis’s daydreaming was soon interrupted by raised and heated voices. The rage inside the one voice made the fur along his hackles rise and his ears perk in self interest.

Oh? The melanitc vulpes stood up and scoured the area in search of the ruckus. It didn’t take him long to find the two at fault, Geez, was it just him or were things getting even moreno heated?

That question was answered pretty quick as the mini Jers threw the first metaphorical punch, aiming to shove his father backwards and succeeding. Yes, a father. Arty could believe that, Jers was a class A man slut last the fox knew of him. Was it possible he was a father? Definitely. A dad? Hell no. Any guy father offspring, it took so much more to be a dad.

A twinge of disappointment unfurled as a pretty winged savanna cat flapped onto the scene. Wtf. So, she was here to break up the fight? That wouldn't do.

"Let them fight!" Arty called from the sidelines, an eyebrow raising in thoughtfulness and calculation.

"Sometimes it’s the only way."

The conartist paced around the trio as he spoke, his eyes flickering over their forms and assessing them. Giving an NPC a wink, he dove behind a large bush and dragged out a seemingly random parts. Pressing a button, he stood back as a stand (think lemonade stand) assembled itself with a sign that read, Bet Stand. An awful title for a stand but there you have it. The fox reached into his enchanted satchel and pulled out three jars, a marker, and a labeler. He wrote three names on the jars in fancy script, the names of the three creatures in the clearing. After he finished, all the while keeping an eye on the three that were glaring holes at each other, Arty placed the jars in a straight row, apart enough for three lines to get in front of.

Smirking and tipping his top hat back, Arty called, "Come make your bets on this fight, folks! Jers, his son, and the pretty savanna cat I can’t remember the name of!"

/ rip i had to look up buy in and i’m still not sure i got the meaning right so just roll with it pls lmfao

Artemis grinned at the question asked, money being one of his favorite things to discuss, especially in terms of business.

Raising his voice so all those who surrounding could hear, he answered, "Whatever you want it to be! Hopefully nothing too low because," and here his voice became quieter and his expression more pathetic, " this money will be going to my grandma in...Denver. She needs hip replacement surgery or she’ll never walk again.," The fox bowed his head in mock sadness, thinking he had nailed it. Denver was a place, right?

Artemis was one of the last to approach the welcoming committee. The silver and black culpes didn’t recall ever interacting with this returning member but he had heard stories. "Welcome back, my name’s Artemis." the top hatted tom spoke with a professional air, although on the inside he was absolutely starving. He hadn’t ate anything since yesterday.

Artemis had heard about a slumber party a member was hosting while he had been hunting. Interrupted, very rudely interrupted. The prey, a plump and juicy vole, had dashed away and leaving only tiny puffs of dust in it’s wake.

For some reason many of the creatures in the clan liked to forget that they had a bit of carnivore in them and could hunt if they took a whack at it. Instead they ate shit like..well, people food. Arty himself had never been a human but he had seen them, they existed, and they were in all honesty disgusting creatures. Quite unsanitary.

Growling under his breath, the silver and black fox strolled towards the hut. The gentleman air he usually had around him was a bit ruined by the pillow and blanket strapped to his back. In his magically enchanted top hat he had packed a sleeping mask and an energy bar in case the refreshments were terrible.

Even though he was interrupted from a great hunt, Arty wasn’t there to start anything with the host, hell no. Opposite in fact, he was there to enjoy the slumber party. He had been taken away from food and he didn’t have it in him for another hunt, this slumber party had free food and what was better than that? Money of course but that didn’t have anything to do with this. Or did it? Nah. Well, maybe if he did a few small bets if they played some games. Or maybe bets on who would win a pillow fight? Pillow fights were still a thing, yes?

It took Artemis a full minute before he realized he had been at the host’s hut for most of those thoughts bouncing around his cranium. Closing his eyes, he inhaled though his nose, picking apart the scents that wafted through. Rolling his shoulders nervously, for it had been a while since he had attended a slumber party, he raised a paw and knocked thrice.

"Hello? I’m here for the slumber party."

Startling emerald green eyes blinked open from the shadows. He supposed it shouldn’t annoy him by now the rate at which others joined this clan, It was, by far, the largest. Still, why couldn’t anyone let him nap in peace? Or who knows, this could be an ambassador from another clan. Didn’t shake the fact his beauty sleep was interrupted for the millionth time.

Yawning, the lithe fox rose and stretched his muscles taught before relaxing and shaking out his fur. Ah, well, might as well go and greet the snow leapord and see what business she had with his clan.

"Greetings, luv." Artemis stood in front of the newcomer, the wary and somehow annoyed tone in his voice contradicting the relaxed expression he wore. "Name and business, please."

o:

Artemis/Arty

Silver and black fox, startling mint green eyes, and of course his top hat. He has a British accent and it becomes way more clear whenever he’s annoyed or something.

Link to his tags are in the little crescent moon below!

how about arty? o: his tags are in the crescent moon below, <3

Artemis was watching from the sidelines. Why the bloody hell had he volunteered for this raid? He couldn’t fight, not well anyway. The conman relied on his wits to get him out of a fix, not his fists, The fox’s green eyes seemed to swim with unease as he watched the fighting going on around him and he felt ill. What was wrong with him, this wasn’t his first raid, not at all. It was his third? Still, he had kind of been a coward then too.

No, he couldn’t this time. He couldn’t hide in the shadows, sometimes you had to get your paws dirty. Pity, he just had his nails buffed and polished.

Arty scanned the fighting creatures around him, on the lookout for any Blizzardclan member that might need assistance. It seemed everyone was locked in battle, blood and insults flying everywhere.

His dark orbs locked on Jersey’s wolf form and Arty felt his fur rise higher when he saw the fierce wolf’s opponent. Wasn’t that the Godfather? Shit dude, Arty couldn’t let Jers fight that guy by himself.

A conman and whatever Jersey was against the bloody Godfather himself? Sure, go big or go home, he supposed,

With a snarl, he dashed towards the pair with green fire burnimg bright in his eyes.  SILVANUS  

/ lmao i’m just gonna wait till Sol responds to Jers first before i have him actually attack

human au headcannon

Pax. wrote:

ARTEMIS --

-keep a journal where he writes on teas/coffee types he's tried so that he knows what to get more of

-when he goes on a date, he always picks a cafe but then scares away his date with saying weird facts about random things

- maybe discover a new power ?? what goes with shapeshifter power tho lol

and it’s Rebs here, i’m on an alternate account lmao

okay my internet is being super buggy rn but arty’s tags are in the crescent moon !!