Posts by DUCHESS

So Hebi resided in the Blackheart Rogues as well then? Well then it was time for a little executive bullshit, she'd been waiting for this moment for a while after all. Such a long, dreadful month it'd been, but no matter, she had what she wanted now. Lean muscles rippled beneath the sleek pelt of the demoness as she stalked onto the scene, her rose eyes narrowed and show-cropped ears angled forward. So this was Fourthwall? Seemed like a pussy, the sexist grab seemed pretty likely. Screwing or befriending women did nothing to change shit like that after all, probably some internalized bullshit. So did the faggot thing, in fact Alci's call out was pretty much a dead on as far as the Warden was concerned.

Clearing her throat the doberman offered up an impish grin in response, her lean shoulders shifted into a more readied position as she spoke up, her words lilted by a heavy Colombian accent, "Oh Hebi, he never was a very smart one was he? No matter, Exiles my darlings, Hebi is no longer welcome here I'm afraid. If you see him, kill him." Her tone was rigid and smug, her expression nothing short of cocky and cold. Pleased with this she then turned and scoffed at Fourthwall. "Oh yeah, you're still here. Tell you what, get the fuck out and I'll only send this wolf bitch back in two pieces. Seriously, you're annoying." Not that mattered pummeling the stupid cucks, it was just fun to throw her weight around a little, to establish that shit was going to change around here.

Well that was most unfortunate, because she so damn well was going to do what she wanted. With a shrug of her lean shoulders as if to indicate this very fact the slim tawny doberman wasted no time, in a flash of teeth Duchess aimed to create a nasty wound from his flank all the way up to his shoulder, something deep enough to bleed but not too much. "Tell me pendejo, what are you scared of?" Heights, fire, falling, losing loved ones. Surely he was afraid of something. Everyone had their own insecurities, their own faults.

A sharp laugh cracked through the air like a whip, it was cold and... mocking. In fact the doberman seemed totally and utterly confident, oh sweet dear. Lazily a shadow cast over the ground above them, looping is loose circles as it passed over in a steady pace. Damsel. Though black against the darkening sky was typically a sable and white figure, one that seemed to be growing closer and closer to Duchess in her recent ascensions. Now seeing the raptor more than a room away from the tawny doberman was an oddity, then again the demoness was always fond of pets. "You really are a little fool aren't you?" Damsel would light from the west and north, she would light from the south, and someone, presumably Alcibiades, the east.

A ring of fire with nowhere to go but forward, even if some sections didn't spread there was more that enough tinder for it to act as an all out wall of fire while the other sides picked up the slacked. To survive they'd have to get clever that was sure, and oh how long the Cartel have lived in their home, oh well wasn't her problem. "Fire is my thing," as she spoke white smoke billowed from her nostrils, the air around her tense and hot creating an uncomfortable aura everywhere she walked. "I'm surprised you've made it so long as leader with a one track mind like that. It's like thinking out the box would make you strain yourself or something." Pathetic really, but it couldn't be helped. The Cartel hadn't produced good soldiers in oh so long.

Without waiting for an answer the doberman suddenly whirled in a flash of teeth, aiming to fasten her jaws into the side of Caera's face, one of her canines puncturing deep into her eye socket. If this succeeded she'd give her grip a good shake for good savage for good measure by jerking her head, who knows, maybe she'd get a good scream out of it.

y ELLS HENLO ALL

Vanillabean A. y ells okay y es that'd be hella but duchess only have pyrokinesis so she'd have to get creative and use traditional methods / exploit a clanmate's abilities would that b e cool w/h you?
Ara y essss,, duchess thinks of feliks like a small vulgar child and she's way to bad ab feeding her own ego and she'd also get pissed af ab the kiddos so she'd definitely capture distburbia,, are there any plots / injuries / ideas u had in mind?
Bellus y ES YES she'd 10000% do that and that sounds lit af i'm s o down, i love him already he will the best boi
dogcreep d uchess thinks riverclan are pussy s hit and is impressed by sunclan's progress so she'd 100% want to test their strength that sounds perfect to me ! do you have any cool scars in mind ? i could totes suggest some if u want i think i have some refs laying around
yosemite YES YES YES o k so im rlly hype to get plots l ike this going for duchess bc it's gonna be such a massive portion of her development im excite if u we can plan out the details over pm for organization reasons i.e. bc my lame ass loses shit easily

yosemite sAME ACTUALLY,, i'll shoot u a message after work i should get off around 8PMish b ut ayeoo i have tomorrow off
Bellus y ELLS YES mama duchess would b v pleased t hat sounds 11/10
dogcreep sounds hella to me ! im ab to head to work so i can either make the thread tonight or tomorrow or u can make it and tag me in it and i'll respond as soon as i can im down for whatever shakes fist at adulting

y ells i love softpaw so much tbh i can see duchess growing protective of her and being the protective older sister sort and anytime she cries she just,, who is it i can handle it i'll rip their heart out it'll be fun i gotchu
AND AYEO MY DAY'S BEEN HELLO TY FOR ASKING BABS WBU? ♥

Well speak of the devil, she'd just been meaning to pay visit and was pondering how not to give Sango an anuerism with the new news she was the leader of the Exiles. I mean sure they were on chill terms but the hellhound was a wildcard if there ever was one and bribing her with drinks wasn't going to work every time... well actually it might especially if she fed the pretty leader's ego a little, Duchess didn't mind a little doting if it meant she could kick back and not get butchered for paying a visit. Lean muscles shifting beneath her tawny pelt the doberman slipped onto the scene quietly, a cheerful smile on her narrow, feminine features. "Luca!" Despite the clear enemy clans thing the leader didn't seem to really give two shits and was more than happy to see the male. Turning her attention to her daughter the leader grinned softly then and lowered her head to address her daughter sweetly.

"Victoya darling, this is your father." This would be the first time the kids would get to meet him but she was glad, this way they wouldn't have to travel too far at such a young age to visit for now. Tilting her head at the lust demon then the doberman flicked a show-cropped ear, her rose gaze flickering over the ribbon. "You lose something on the way here? Shame, you have such pretty eyes."

WELCOME ONE WELCOME ALL WE'RE HELLA GLAD TO HAVE YOU !! ♥

Oh me oh my, it seemed this one was dumber than she'd initially been led on to believe. It was tragic really, now she had to actually put effort into this ordeal. What a bother. Leaning in close to the male's face the doberman tilted her head, her rose eyes set like glass into her narrow skull. "I'll ask again, what are you scared of amigo?" With that she'd aim to place a paw on the male's head and shove it down into the dirt before tilting her head at him, as if pondering what precisely she'd even like to do. Maybe she should brand him, burn her initials deep into his flesh to that he would never get the luxury of forgetting her name, of what happened here, and of what he could have done. It did seem rather fitting if not the slightest bit melodramatic.

It was cocky to be so close to RiverClan camp, sure, but after having delivered the Cartel their little love letter she smelled nothing of the Exiles, if anything she smelled of rain, mud, and sweat. Traveling for days on end would do that to you. That being said, she fucking hated it, but of course she couldn't return home too empty pawed so here she was, her old stomping ground. As Rori she'd loved this place... all up until Ivylee exiled her father for an unavoidable mental illness, Ramses became dangerously arrogant, Marsella and Quill left to the wind, and she stumbled upon her own mother's corpse. All in like two weeks too, it'd been a shit period in her existence. No matter though, she was here now and she was going to pay a lovely visit.

That was to say be a total domineering bitch and relatively fucked up individual. What? She never claimed to be a saint. Lifting her head from where she'd crouched in what cover she could scrounge up the doberman watched Sekai with bated interest. A little Skywalker, oh how the ugly ass gorilla lion bitch would despise this. It was almost enough to make this stupidly bold move worth it, oh how'd she love to open up the overgrown edgelord's throat. Perhaps this would be enough to draw his attention. "Yoowhooo! ~" The demoness called sweetly, her tail wagging behind her as she rose to her full height a good twenty yards away. It was clear she was beckoning the child over but her demeanor seemed friendly enough, if not annoyingly cheerful.

sLAMS DOWN THE SINGLE AND READY TO MINGLE DUCHESS

UPDATE: this will be getting an updated version soon!

KICKS DOWN DOOR WITH A WINK

y ELLS MEETING TONIGHT AYEOO
i get off at 8:15PM CST and usually end up leaving around 8:30 bc customers nEVER LEAVE AT CLOSE so it might be 10:00 or so before it's up but ayeoo lots of promos and fun stuff prepare urselves shits gonna get lit babes

sure thing ! all my capture slots are taken up atm but as soon as i free one up i'd totally be down ! i've got some side plots going as well so with work and college i'm tryna and failing to k eep a sense of sOmeWHAt organization ripperoni

its a royalty free creative commons clip art for free non-commercial use a yeooo, ofc the badge itself is made by the lovely effervescent and recolors by your's truly ayeo tHERE ARE MORE AND ONE FOR EVERY TITLE BUT THE CREATE ACCOLADES SYSTEM IS BROKEN RN SO ALL I HAVE DONE IS WARDEN AND SECOND BC F UCKLE

a hh mayhaps !! they'd have to develop icly bc duchess is a megabitch™ b ut i'd totes be down ayeoooo duchess needs to get around tbh ripperoni

y ee an old clan from back in the day in when their high point was back w/h aima and breakdance and the old bigs, they fell inactive after a bit and got end gamed alongside another old great called boneclan and another clan called the pyhrria i sO SPELLED THAT WRONG they were lit af back in the day had hella fun rping there

It was too early to hit any sort of club or visit any sort of the more bustling parts of the city, for that she was displeased. A nocturnal creature by habit it wasn't precisely common for the young woman to strike out with the sun doing any less than setting on the horizon, her preferred colors were bleeding oranges, reds, and blacks. This blue and bright bullshit was giving her a headache, then again she could likely just attribute that to the lingering hangover from last night's endeavors; not that they were anything to appeal to, she'd just stayed out and had a few drinks alone before returning home and having a few more before bed. You know what they said about mixing liquors, it didn't settle well.

Out in the day now she was making a stretch to the local cafe in hopes of getting some caffeine in her system and maybe a bagel to quell the acid in her stomach that was currently roiling with malcontent. Turning her dark eyes upwards at the sound of footsteps the woman hardly had time to peer from beneath her dark shades to better assess the situation before the slim figure seemed to frantically fail about for a moment before gripping the wall to evade a collision. Had her senses been sharper she like would've taken a step back or made a startled sound but inside she was in the same even-shouldered posture as before, her expression dumbly unchanged as she regarded the girl evenly.

A dusky hand reached up to her own jet hair, tucking a strand behind her ear from where it'd fallen from where her artfully arranged purposefully messy bun resided. If one didn't know better they'd guess the woman mixed, something Spanish maybe. Tilting her angular, feminine face then to one side she extended a hand without a second thought, acting more on impulse than anything as she as her manicured fingers came to rest on the other woman's shoulder in a soft but firm grip.

"Are you alright?" Colombian, she was definitely Colombian. Her words were lilted lightly by a distinct accent as she spoke, her features not particularly concerned but at the very least, genuine.