Posts by frank f.

Frank was next to arrive, inspecting the joiner with vague interest. "Well then, Connie, welcome to BlizzardClan." He said the name as if he, too, wasn't sure. She didn't seem all that convinced with the name. "The name's Dr. Frank N. Furter." He introduced with a light grin. "Where'd you come from?" He asked, however didn't really care about the answer. He just wanted to fill the silence.

// muse

Frank had been listening, only then deciding to speak. He made himself known to those gathered, inspecting this Maria with pursed lips. Didn't like men? He wasn't much of a man by the light of day, but by night he was one hell of a lover. Maybe he could change her views on men -- or at least him. "Enchantez, mademoiselle." He said, scrunching his face in a coquettish grin. He took a set, furling his white-tipped tail around his paws. "And for other members?" He asked in reference to her latest remark -- pretty cool, for most members. He was willing to go out on a limb and say those members were female.

Frank wasn't about to sit here and get murdered by Lonepaw's boyfriend. When the strange tendrils lunged for him, the doctor stumbled out of the way, however it was too little, too late. The things wrapped around him, however before they practically squeezed the life out of him, he shook out of their icy grips. He fell to the ground with a sharp gasp, pain shooting through his back. His red eyes widened and his mouth was agape, however instead of crying in pain, a wicked grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. He was starting to like this place more and more by the second.

Frankie took his time getting back to his paws, blinking. "Doesn't anyone use their words around here?" He giggled. Blood trickled down his chin and he halfheartedly wiped it away, smearing the red against his dark chocolate fur. He took a seat, barely able to remain upright. He wasn't much of a fighter; he usually hid from brawls, or used some weird science-y device to help him get the upper hand. Alas, in hand-to-hand combat, he wasn't well equipped.

Frank tried scrambling to his paws to avoid the oncoming flays of the tendrils, but it was to no avail. The cold things whipped across his back, cutting through the skin and drawing blood. The warm stuff oozed out of the fresh cuts and Frank inhaled sharply. Oh, how wonderful! Tears were brimming in his eyes, but he didn't care. His mouth was splayed open with a devilish grin. He wasn't sure how much more he could physically take without passing out, but he didn't care.

Then, perhaps for the better, Lonepaw stepped in. She was tired, it seemed, of Frank getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter. He collapsed in a heap, however watched through hooded eyes. Damn, it would appear Mels really.. cared for him? Or perhaps she just didn't like her boyfriend hurting her fuckbuddy. Either way, the situation was interesting. "I don't really think I'm disrespecting her body. You, in fact, seem like you're disrespecting her wishes." Frank slurred, blood dribbling out of his mouth.

(frankie boy here is such a player smh)

Frank quirked a brow at the girl's words. Scum. While he didn't particularly like it, he also didn't really hate it, either. There was a hierarchy back where he was from, and some took it rather seriously. Scum, among other words, were often thrown around. Frank never really cared -- probably because he was the Prince and therefore no one dared call him such names. "Members... like me, perhaps?" He said, smile still in place.

Frank's face scrunched in a rather endearing way, enjoying this perhaps too much. He wouldn't mind being a slave too much, especially to a pretty girl like her... He blinked the thoughts away as Mels spoke; she certainly had a point, but Frank knew there would be no changing her mind in one conversation. "It sounds like you certainly live in a rather interesting place... Maybe I'll stop by." That could mean certain death (or at the very least prejudices), but hey, all's fair in the name of flirting.