Posts by MELCHOIR HACKSAW

WIP track c:

AWARDS FOR CHARACTERS

_{Favorite OTP
Favorite BROTP
Favorite Crack Ship
Favorite newcomer
The Cinnamon Roll} Weed
_{The Sinnamon Roll
Biggest character development}

_{Most likely to start a war} Vader
_{Mostly likely to sacrifice their life for someone else
Most likely to drastically change their looks or personality
Most likely pair to get together romantically in the future
Most likely to rap the entire Hamilton album without taking a break} melchoir because my boy is based off of a rapper
_{Most likely to accidentally destroy camp after eating too much sugar} Sanepaw
_{Mostly likely to become deputy} Luke tbh
_{Most likely to become advisor
Most likely to become a medic}

_{Most likely to secretly be a god or goddess
Most likely to make a plot-twist betrayal}

AWARDS FOR THE RPERs

_{Most friendly to newcomers
Has muse 24/7
Loves to make their character suffer
Loves to make their character happy
Probably makes memes for their characters}

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also xiumin yesssss
i can't wait to see miki around

and, how is everyone doing today? good i hope c:

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]His ears twitched slightly as the vaguely familiar tones of Takumi's voice reached his ears, catching the youth's attention immediately and he was quick to turn his head up to peer with wide emerald eyes at the feline. He had offered to allow him to tag along and if that was the only chance that he would get to assist, then he would certainly not turn it down. After all, even he knew that his father needed a bit of a break from watching his children to be able to collect his thoughts. With Melchoir as an ever present being by his side, he knew that the leader would not really be able to comprehend things with the distraction of his young son. He did not want to be a distraction however, he did not want to withdraw from his beloved father either. It was a problem within his mind that he would probably fight for some time until everything was alright again. But, there was no definitive outline of what 'alright' would actually be. To him, his alright would be everyone smiling and happy again but sometimes things did not turn out that way.

"Alright. I don't mind that! What direction are we going again?" Melchoir hummed with a nod, gentle smile curving up at the corners of his lips as he regarded his father, expression molded into an apparently comforting look as he peered up at the male before his attention turned back onto the one that he was to be searching with. His interactions with Takumi up until that current point in time had been extremely limited however, he knew that the older male was a good being and therefore was content with setting off with him. To confirm this internal train of thought, the child cast the older male a light smile, his optimism clear despite the circumstances. He believed that they would eventually find Atticus. After all, he must not have been able to get too far. He was hopeful but perhaps that would be his downfall. Only time would be able to tell if that was to be the dalmador pup's case or not.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Everyone had been sad or had something bad going on in their lives rescently and although Melchoir fell very quarely into the midst of both of those categories, he still found himself waking every morning with a refreshed sense of optimism shimmering within his heart. Even if everyone was upset around him, he knew that it would be good to try and help them all out as much as he could. When others were smiling because of him, he found that he was able to temporarily forget what had gone on with Atticus and Henry. It was bliss to him. The youth found himself stumbling over to Kate with that in mind as he approached her, a positive smile plastered across his features as he neared the older female.

"Hiya Kate! What's all of this?" the child inquired in a curious tone as his focus honed in onto the variety of books that the female seemed to be reading. Melchoir was far too young to have developed any reading skills at all, giving reason behind his curious obliviousness to what the contents and theme was of the books sprawled out before her. He peered at them despite his lack of skill in understanding the words on the pages, ears perked as an intrigued little frown of concentration worked its way onto his previously bright expression. The more that he attempted to comprehend the letters and words, the more that they looked like random squiggles and symbols to him. If he would have known what the books were about, he still would have found himself in a rather confused state. He had yet to actually see ghosts or supernatural entities as a whole and would therefore not understand what she had been reading. However, that lack of knowledge did not stop him from trying. Key word in this situation being 'trying'. Promptly after attempting, he found it was much more appropriate for him to give up his endeavour and he then turned his emerald gaze back onto the medic, a friendly yet expectant glimmer captive within his gaze.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]Melchoir slipped over, his head lowered slightly as he approached the scene. His ears twitched as he raised his head to watch his brother through curious emerald eyes. However, where the other male had placed himself besides their father, he had decided to instead seat himself down besides Kate, ears now angled back against his head as he did so. He knew that Henry had been going through a lot recently. They all had been enduring hardships. However, he did not see it right to march over there and plop himself down by his family when he knew that his father needed the time to stand by himself and do things as an adult. He did not want to trouble the older male and also most certainly did not want to constantly be under his paws because he knew that that would only cause more issues. He did not wish to be either a burden or an issue and therefore saw it only right that he avoided becoming one whenever it could be helped. He would always be a clingy child on the inside but he knew when he had to take matters and his actions into his own paws. Mel did however, smile up at the older male from where he sat besides the medic, muscles relaxing slightly as he leaned back, patiently awaiting the announcements that were to follow.

[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:black;]"Hello, Weed! Welcome to Windclan. I'm Melchoir but you can call me Mel. It's nice to meet you" the youth chimed in as he slipped over to the trio with his bright emerald gaze flicking between those currently gathered. His introduction was primarily directed towards the new-coming canine however, his attention did briefly linger on the lion that was also greeting Weed and nodded towards him too as if to make it clear that he was directing his words to them as well as to the other youth. His tail wagged to and fro slightly as he felt himself practically absorbing the brightness and enthusiasm that the child was emitting. It was very much delightful to see such a positive being and it gave the dalmador a boost of hope that things would get better and not worse. Even if that optimism was a brief, moment fueled burst, it was better than absolutely nothing and it spurred him on. He was not prepared to be gloomy. That was not what his father would have wanted for him, he was sure of that. He grinned slightly with that thought in mind, gaze fixated directly on Weed as he slipped into a comfortable silence to see what response he would receive, wishing that it would be a positive one.

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@melchoirboi has logged on

melchoirboi: hello guys :^)))))))
melchoirboi: how's it going??
melchoirboi: what are we talking about?! c:

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Melchoir trotted over with a curious yet bright smile lacing his youthful features. He came to stand besides Takumi, tail wagging to and fro as he peered up at his father, clearly intrigued by the concept of this whole thing. The idea of a buddy system was an entirely new thing to him and he was right to be curious in regards to it. From what he could gather, you volunteered yourself and then you and another being were picked to be a pair where you would stick together and in a way, aid each other. Melchoir himself knew quite a lot of his clanmates but did not really call any of them friends. He was not close to anyone like that and he could hardly think of his siblings in such a way. He was obligated to be with them a lot of the time. A friend was someone that you consciously chose to spend time with. It was a nice change of pace and he hoped that he would get someone nice like the male besides him or someone big and strong like Vader.

"Can I have a buddy too, dad?" the youth inquired brightly as he peered up at the older canine with clear enthusiasm dancing like a captive flame within his stunning emerald gaze. His ears twitched slightly as he threw a brief glance over to his brother, flashing the other male a small smile before his focus was turned back onto his father as he patiently awaited his response.

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The young dalmador was always ready to meet new faces. It was delightful to see a new, potential friend stood before him. However, he also adored seeing those that he already knew. After all, you could not become friends with someone just by talking to them once. It was a long process that could be quite tricky at times but then again, he personally was an extremely determined individual. If he wanted someone to like him, he would make sure that they did so. All hell would freeze over when he found that he could not charm another to win their platonic affections. "Hey, Bane! How are you?" Melchoir chirped, a slight spring in his step as he approached and drew to a halt besides Luke, ears perked slightly as he peered with widened emerald eyes at the older male. He could recall introducing himself to the male when they had first joined and he could also remember them sharing brief encounters with each other around Windclan. He believed that they were at least mild acquaintances at that point and therefore thought that it was alright to be friendly with the other male. At least, that seemed to be the most logical pathway to pursue. Then again, he was pretty much nice to everyone.

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"Cool sword, man." the youth remarked in a comment fueled by the awe that had blossomed within the small canine's chest, his emerald gaze widened slightly in vibrant curiosity as he regarded the blade of the weapon. He came to a halt besides Vic with a small flick of his ear, already getting used to the nice version of her. Of course, he had little to no idea about possession or spirits. To him, she had been mean before but now she was much more of a timid, amiable individual. It was change that had initially confused him however, he had not really let it get to him because it was an alternative to the previous behaviour which was a change that he would readily accept. With that thought set deep within his mind, he flashed a bright little smile upwards towards the advisor before looking back to unfamiliar being, head tilted to the side slightly. He fell into silence upon closer inspection of them. It seemed that they were patient and polite enough to remain on the other side of the border which the youth was immensely grateful for because it meant that there would be no conflict between his clanmates and this servaline male. It also meant that they could either be a joiner or a visitor, perhaps from another clan that had come to Windclan with news. He was sure that it was the latter but the swords made him doubt that they was bringing any news. Perhaps then they were in fact here to join. The vast variety of different outcomes were fascinating to him but he did not mention anything, instead opting to remain quiet as he awaited the eventual response from the lips of the serval.

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//i love her already omfg

Melchoir had gotten used to the walk along the borders, a stroll that he did once or twice during the day on a solitary little border patrol just to sweep the territory and ensure that there was no one waiting for someone to come along. And, it was just his luck that he was to stumble upon Angela. The dalmador's ears twitched slightly as speech caught his attention and he raised his ear slightly, a cheery little smile curling up at the corners of his lips as he trotted over. "Idiots?" the youth echoed aloud as he approached the female who was approaching the borders of his home. There was a clear tone of curiosity running throughout his speech as he regarded the unfamiliar being through a pair of emerald green eyes at were clearly glimmering with intrigue. He had no experience with either combat or apparent "idiots" seeing that he saw all of his clanmates to be quite a respectable bunch. And, on the combat side of things, he was far too young to get involved in any fighting. He did know about it thought, but not on the scale that this individual seemed to know of it. "Oh right, I'm Melchoir Hacksaw and this is Windclan. How may I help you?" the child chirped in addition to his initial spoke word, quickly straightening as he sorted himself out into a more formal manner. Despite his interest in the stranger, he knew that he had to be as amiable and as, in a way, business-like as possible.

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very late, angry son track

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ah, that sucks man. i hope it all gets sorted out quickly.

also, how is everyone by the way?
i'm really going to try to get more active with mel now because i've got a lot of muse for all of my characters all of a sudden for some reason lmao

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good luck with your tests everyone!
i've got my mock exams in a couple of weeks which i am not looking forwards to but they have to be done i guess. i feel sorry for the year 11s who have to sit their actual examinations in a week or so though.

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Melchoir Hacksaw knew that this was a time and an area overall of peace which was explanation enough for his tentative steps and careful breathing. He was in no way properly religious however, he respected them and was also rather curious by the entire concept of religion and gods and divine entities. The dalmador glanced down at the ground for a few moments, his emerald gaze fixed hard on his paws as he went about making sure that he did not cause too much noise, ghosting over ground. His ears twitched slightly, taking in the few atmospheric sounds that engulfed the air through the expected silence. Atticus' slow breathing. The creak of branches dancing and swaying rhythmically under the hypnotic trance of the breeze. Leaves caressing softly, the familiar crinkle amplified by the spiritual setting. Birdsong being carried along by the air, swirling around him. It was beautiful.

Initially, Melchoir had definitely been contemplating speaking up. He wanted to pounce upon his father and hug him and cry tears in a flooded mixture of despair and ecstasy and scream at him for leaving and whisper that he loved his parent. However, he could sense just from the calm atmosphere that doing so would be extremely inappropriate and he therefore found himself lulled into a comfortable silence. At one time he would have bounded over with reckless disregard for what spiritual actions were taking place. Melchoir would have chimed up loudly, obnoxiously, in an act of total abandon. It seemed however, as if the previously reckless youth had matured in the time that he had been forced to venture around by himself with one of his beloved fathers missing and the other not stable enough to care properly for his own flesh and blood. It was really a thing that had put the entire situation into perspective for the young dalmador but it had also been quite the wake up call as he now found himself able to accept that bad things tended to happen to the good beings of the world.

It was just nature and something worthwhile was bound to happen soon to them. Although he had matured, to some degree, he still as a child in body and soul. He still had the usual childish naivety that most, if not all youths had but it was just that he had been able to manipulate it to be more of a matured individual. However, at times his childishness was still very clear, shown in ways such as through his over optimistic sense of hope and justice. Melchoir was not childish enough to commit such an act however, too afraid that if he got to complacent with things, it would all come crashing down around him and he would be left alone again. It was scary. But, the youth was positive. Optimistic. Full of hope. With that cemented within his strong mind, the young canine sat himself down besides the former deputy, shoulders tense as he settled down, emerald eyes focused on his own paws as he tried to loose himself in the deafening quiet as if in an attempt to avoid any discomfort.

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//screaming bc vilney

Melchoir himself had never really had any proper companions. The child had of course grown up with his beloved siblings however, they were not as actively present in his life anymore and he lacked any proper friends in spite of his bold claims that everyone around him were his friends. Even he was able to admit that such a belief was a naive, childish one. It was one that he had decided to stick by however because, if he really thought that such a thing was true, it did well to alleviate the prominent sting of loneliness. The child had noticed the unfamiliar figure wandering his home past the borders and had hesitated for a moment. He knew that strangers were not necessarily a good thing but, to him at least, it seemed that this individual was not a threat to him. At least, that was the assumption that the canine was under as he trotted over with a widened gaze. His eyes ghosted over V, curiosity vibrant within the emerald orbs of the young dalmador as he regarded the kitsune creature.

"Hello! I'm Melchoir, who're you? You're on Windclan's territory, by the way" he hummed as he concluded his brief analysis of the unfamiliar individual, eyes locking onto the face of the stranger who had wandered rather recklessly into their territory. Honestly, they were quite lucky that he had been the one to discover their presence considering the fact that the rest of the clan had recently been extremely tense thanks to the dark events that had been unfolding among them. Who knows how they would have reacted upon seeing a complete stranger wandering in their lands. He was the only one who seemed to be able to cope with the pain of it all in a positive manner however, some may consider his bright outlook on such sorrowful situations to be quite a negative thing. After all, nothing good would come from bottling things up. Even he was well aware of that but, being as silently stubborn as he was, the youth would refuse to actively admit to such things. Why would he when his hope and optimism had allowed him to keep going thus far?

His ears twitched slightly as he dismissed any creeping thoughts. He knew that it would have been wise to take a more cautious approach seeing that his father had been harmed by outsiders not too long ago and he was the leader. If anyone wished to bring harm, they would not hesitate to do so to himself, that was for sure. Despite the apparent potential threat that the kitsune posed, he still allowed a gentle smile to grace his features whilst peering up at the larger creature, patiently awaiting their response to his tame, cheery greeting and questions.

RIVERDALE wrote:

omg omg rad same i have mine in june ;c gcses are annoying

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ah yes british bud that understands the pain of gcses ahhhh
i'm not ready for my mocks, i don't think that i've had enough time to learn everything properly ugh
i think i have my first one on like the 9th of this month (i think that it's english lit)

/clings onto num
awww pal that sucks.

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"It's nice to meet you mister Amatus. I'm Melchoir." the youth hummed in a light, cheery tone. His warm grin went hand in hand with the amiable display that he was showing to the others around him. He had discovered that conversations were a good sedative in regards to deep, dark emotions and thoughts that often plagued the child's mind once in solitude. It was probably the reason why he opted to stay around his clanmates and even strangers so much. He enjoyed the fact that talking and focusing on someone else that their life took the sharp edge off of life and reality in general. He peered at the servaline male, not focusing on such thoughts as he regarded the visitor. He was unsure why anyone would wish to visit a place but not stay there, especially if the place was as great as Windclan. At least they were taking the time to stick around as a visitor for a little while though.

He could not deny his interest in the concept of the male being a respectable creature who defended those that could not defend themselves and that he fought for the light and what was right. That was something that Mel had decided to strive for ever since he had been able to understand what was going on around him. "What, if you don't mind me asking, made you want to visit Windclan?" the young child inquired with a gentle tip of his head, emerald orbs trained with pure intrigue on the individual before him. This Knight of Light figure was a rather interesting one to the child seeing that he had not really had much interaction with many fascinating, friendly individuals outside of his clanmates. He did not want to see such a being turn and trek into their territory without discovering more about them first.

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hmmm he could capture melchoir!
he wouldn't really be distressed or anything because my boy is too friendly for his own good and would probably just think of it like a game or something.
and perhaps they could maybe form a lowkey friendship after despite being enemies

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He had noticed the tension that had been caused by his unannounced presence, ears tilting back against his head slightly. He had not meant to startle or cause discomfort but decided rather rapidly to not take the action as a personal one seeing that too much had happened for him to not expect such reactions. Life was hard. It was a lesson that he had learned from a young age. Melchoir glanced to the side, peering at his father as the moose adjusted his positioning to lay down besides him. It was a small yet kind gesture that would definitely not go unnoticed by the much smaller child. After all, his father was massive in comparison to himself.

"It's alright, dad." the youth murmured to the larger being as he quietly acknowledged the pain permeating the former deputy's voice, very briefly closing his eyes to stop the dizzying sense of melancholy that had began to pool inside of him as if escaping from a crack within a secure dam. However, deep down he was stricken with panic and fear wherever he went. If he had it his way, he would constantly have his parents within his sight to ensure that they did not leave him ever again. It was not like he really had any siblings to keep him entertained anymore and even if they were around, his intense paranoia at the thought that he would be left lonely once more would most likely prohibit him from actively getting involved in games and playing. There were good moments in which the child only wanted to play with his siblings and his parents and the whole of Windclan. That was the time when he did not feel so distressed. However, it was more often that he would feel the internal effects of the bad moments where he wanted to both keep his distance to calm any anxiety yet he also felt the urge to stay as close as possible to whoever was nearest to him. He wanted to cling onto someone and have them hug him back, never to let him go again. That was what he felt at least when the moose pulled the youth towards him. Instantly, Melchoir found himself melting into the embrace being offered to him by the larger male, pressing his muzzle into the side of their neck slightly as he raised his own leg in an attempt to return the hug, ears twitching ever so slightly as he responded to the words that had been muttered. He could feel his eyes growing watery as he did so, ears angled flat against his tears as he bit back any urges to allow tears to spill from his eyes. He was successful in doing so, this time.

As if in perfect time to provide him with a distraction, Oliver approached them and spoke up himself. He hummed, the sound vibrating from the back of his throat, in gentle agreement to Oliver's words. He was right and Mel would not have been able to word it any better himself. He too was immensely glad that Atticus was looking much better and he hoped that the apparent recovery was also reflected internally. He sat himself up slightly, turning his head to peer with wide emerald eyes at the now deputy who had stepped up to the place that his father had previously occupied. There was no resentment towards him despite that information being firmly planted within his mind though. In a way, Melchoir was happy for him and proud that the older being had come so far. It also meant that perhaps his father would now not be completely plagued with the pressure of responsibilities and power. Hopefully, he would be able to spend more time relaxing in order to recover. He nodded to the griffin in both greeting and additional agreement, tilting his head up to peer at his parent once more with bright eyes.