Posts by perry darling

^{i got perry’s up uwu}

^{tickle me pink ♡ open, visitor}

^{A small puff of wind sifted through his fur, pink hues drifting with it to catch sight of the first arrival. Lips tightened to form a slightly forced smile. This one seemed hesitant. Concerned, even. “I’m fine with waiting,” he commented back, voice blank of any sour tones. He understood the fact that this SunClanner didn’t trust him for he, in fact, never trusted anyone upon first sight. Hell, he barely even trusted his family upon first meeting them. What he didn’t understand was the bitterness in the other’s voice. This stranger had no pretence of Perry’s history, and only judged upon the knowledge of what previous members of his group had done. Now, he supposed, was time to change that.}

^{In waiting for the said Solar Commander to arrive, whatever and whoever that was, Perry gently licked a paw clean, wanting to fill the silence that would take his mind from the ramblings of danger. SunClan, as he knew, held the Renegades as serious enemies. Even him being on the border of their territory certainly plead warning. His self occupation was replaced with a glance of someone who walked with a status. “Speak” he said, and so Perry assumed that this was the Solar Commander the other had mentioned. Hm. Whoever this was certainly seemed young. Irresponsible, even. He took no mind to the youth that asked a needless question. His nostrils must have been clogged. Maybe, even, his mind was playing tricks on him. The Renegades never held the scent this kid pertained him to hold. Perry, in fact, smelled quite sweet. Roses and mint. Roses and mint.}

^{Head dipping to the warning he had given, the Paragon drew in a calm breath, head raising for better enunciation as he spoke, “As you know, or will come to, the Exiles is no longer the Exiles. Many of our own have questioned what this change brings, and I’m sure that desire for information stretches past my fellow Renegades. I am here because I have been sent here to let you know exactly... to ‘clear it up’ before rumours are whispered to you by those who have made assumptions.” With that, he took a breath, speech taking a natural pause before his mouth opened to continue. “The weight of assumptions held against us is overbearing, and wrongfully placed. We are no longer the savages who ripped across lands, hurting, torturing, and murdering anyone in our path. We are no longer the terrorists everyone thinks of us as. We are nothing like the Exiles who dominated the land with fear and control before us. Our attitude, both member-wise and leader-wise, has changed completely. Our change does not belong solely to the name, it belongs with our whole.” Another breath drawn, another pause taken. This would take longer than he thought. “We are no longer the outcasts, the unwanted, nor the trash of society. We are the vanquished and free. Officially, we’re a rebellious society of anarchists with a strong sense of liberty beyond order. We provide shelter to those that need it and freedom from the biased systems and rules many Clans hold. We are not focussed on needless killings, tortures, and raids upon the innocents. No, now we have a purpose to our acts unlike our previous leaders and status held.” His voice stopped yet again, pink hues drifting along anyone who had collected in the time being. He would definitely have to find an open stream when he was finished with all this shit. “I am telling you all this because each of you need to realise that the Renegades have changed. Though we are still lawless, and though we still don’t hold alliances, we are changed. I know this sounds like a plea, but I am not begging or asking. I am telling. Honestly, I don’t give a shit what y’all think, but it would be best to shift your biased and unrealistic opinions. They’re wrong, in each and every way. Whatever you guys end up doing with this, we are not going to let ourselves be held back by our history, and nor are we going to be continued to be remembered as the savages the Exiles were.” He would probably chuckle at the turn of expressions by his words if he wasn’t so rushed to get back to his home. They were practically destined to be funny. “To wrap a few bits and pieces up before y’all start heaving me stupid and unnecessary responses, I’ll depart you guys with some important stuff to know and remember.” He paused, eyes hard on the Solar Commander before they drifted to other pairs, “We are not our past, and that ‘we’ includes me. I am not here to apologise for anything the Exiles have done to you in the past. While I am sorry that they decided to do those things, I’m not responsible for them. Don’t go trying to beg pity points because y’all have been hurt. Learn to drop things. You SunClanners seem perfectly fine with forgetting about your own erroneous deeds.” He drew in a breath, letting that statement settle before he continued, though he would be damned if he let anyone interrupt what he was saying. Nah baby nah. “Second, and I am probably restating this, but whatever. It needs to be bolted to your fucking brains because some of your fellow Clans don’t seem to understand. This is not simply a name change. Nor are we trying to cover our fucking past. We know how horrid everyone in the “glory” days, for lack of a better word, were. We’re just saying we ain’t about that life anymore. We have sense now.” He paused, yet again, moving quickly to stand. Now was his final part, his final fuck you. He smiled, a soft and sweet expression on his lips, as he spoke, words quaking with power and emotion. Adrenaline sung in his veins. He could fight off a whole herd of animals right now. This feeling was better than any drug high had given him so far. “Now, just because we have changes don’t mean we’re weak. We are stronger than fucking ever. We are more than prepared to place a smackdown against anyone who wrongs us. And that’s important, because now we have specific targets. Now we have enemies in the truest form.” A warning, perhaps? Honestly, Perry didn’t know. Nor did he care. As soon as the final word dripped from his pink tongue, his head dipped, maybe showing respect or some mocking form of it. With one final movement, his cranium lifted, hues yet again traveling from SunClanner to SunClanner as he finished, “Any questions, loves?”}

^{[ so fuckin sorry for the length, it was a lot to get out and my muse suddenly soared for perry. also felt against having this posted in multiple sections,,, definitely zero need to match the word count omg ]}

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^{harshly chucks trash son}

^{mmmm if you want, you could draw perry! he’s a creamy furred direwolf with light pink eyes with golden specks, as well as golden eyeliner under them. he wears many piercings (a golden septum, plenty in his ears) and also wears a light pink choker with a creamy bow. feel free to play around with his expression! an angry boye would be coooool.}

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^{you can capture and slightly torture perry! not too much tho lol...}

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caught ya :0

pokerchip. wrote:

”We’re opening up the Renegades for a 'friend' event for the first time... in I think forever.”

^{The prospect of inviting others over sounded interesting. Yet, then again, practically every clan and group he knew of held the Renegades as enemies or on the worse side of neutral. Maybe this could work, though? There was no point in trying, right? Even if no one else showed up, they could host a bomb ass party for themselves anyway. Win-win situation. So, as he approached the small crowd amassed around the jelly dog, a smile was on his face. He was excited for this. “Yo, I think inviting a buncha animals sounds fucking fun. Good opportunity to show some bitches that we have changed.” His mind was momentarily brought back to when he had visited SunClan, and had been given the statement that actions prove more than words. Perhaps this could feed into helping other clans’ and groups’ perceptions change? “I can host a party game, or games if need be. Spin the bottle. Truth or dare. Pin the tale on the donkey. I don’t fucking know, but I’m down.” The direwolf was a man of parties, and would be okay with doing anything. Despite Abathur’s distaste towards Samsa’s comment, Perry kind of agreed with it. So, once his comment was fully made and a few seconds of passed, he raised his head slightly higher, voice only lit with a slight hesitation, “Seriously though, we are pretty grody. I know the ravine full of carcasses and bones is edgy and shit but it fucking smells horrid and would probably drive anyone who wanted to come immediately away. So uhh... clean up crew?”}

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^{screams omg he’s precious}

^{thank you uwu}

^{yeah yeah lol}

^{just a lil bruises nd what not sounds great!!}

^{Still there were the nights Perry often refused to think about. Drunken nights where midnight and drowsiness rested on the lips of those he kissed, long periods of time that rushed past him with no hesitation. It hadn’t taken him long to forget about the night he and Beatrice found eachother in a mess of alcohol, though every progressing day that changed he felt a weight on his back. There was a sense, somewhere in him, that something more had sprung from that event. Something he would hate himself for creating. Even the basic notion of him having children caused him a spike of fear and bitter hesitation. Perhaps that could be blamed on his daddy issues, or maybe on a belief he would treat his children just as his own parents had. Though he couldn’t tell exactly what more was to come, a nagging itch begged at him to get more information. So, when his pink hues absorbed the image of Beatrice pacing, he quickly sated that as an opportunity to seek what was bothering him, as she had begun to be the root of all his thoughts. “Hey,” he greeted, creamy fur coming to a standstill as he approached. He realised his mistake at that exact moment. What the hell was he doing? He shouldn’t be speaking to her, not this soon at least. “Why you stressing?” Awkward. Driving. He regretted this decision immediately.}

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^{speeds in}

^trackin

^{A pesky voice irritated his ears, so much so that the direwolf brought himself over specifically to shut it up. A small frown formed on his lips as the foreign scent hit his nostrils. A trespasser putting down the land that she was walking in, pointedly. Funny. With a small, quaint, oddly forced smile on his lips, his pink hues stared down the much smaller animal. “You smell like shit yourself,” he commented, voice a deep silvery tone as it flowed from his mouth. She kinda did, too. Fake flowery foo foo crap was something displeasing to a lot of senses. He chuckled at Karma, figurative eyebrows raising in contemplation. “Fuck you doing here though? You’re scaring prey off, might as well service me as a meal if you’re not gonna do anything else useful.”}

^{[ school post ]}

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^{He had grown used to Koday’s voice cracking over the intercom, always hosting bright tones and preparedness for news to be broughy. This one, however, was different. Hesitation rode Koday’s words, hidden meaning creeping its way on them. The direwolf had a feeling he knew exactly what those words meant, exactly what the weight held. He feared in coming to the meeting to find his suspicions true. He came, however, claws making a click click on the floor as he traveled his way into the area. His face was among a few hosting expressions of distant curiosity, and as he sat down he gently turned his head to Koday. Greif struck him. He looked so... down. No longer was the shine in his golden hues. Noting that, Perry faced the following words with heavy attention. Madscience was dead. How many leaders was that for him now? Three? Four? Morbidrealities, though a shit leader, had been his first. Duchess. Alcibiades. And now, it appeared, Mads would fall into that list. His head dipped without any hesitant mood, drooping, avoiding eye contact. Silence rang around, louder than any voice could attempt. Memories of the former leader tickled his senses, images of a singing Christmas tree, of an egg in a cold and empty laboratory, of a young raptor hosting a wise soul. A lump in his throat formed, uncomfortable and heavy as the realisation set in. Mads was gone, for now at least. He had not known the scientific nerd well, but good enough to feel a weight of sorrow. Swallowing the lump, his cranium lifted again, connecting his eyes to the new leader’s as he continued speaking. Hearing his name, accompanied by “babe”, sent a small smile to his lips. “I’ll be proud to serve you as Head of Warfare, Koday.” He commented, in response to his promotion. Head of Warfare. Spiffy. His head lowered for yet another moment, quickly, a slight shift in mourning before his voice rang about again. “I visited SunClan and gave them the whole spin of things. The leader, Gareth or whatever, didn’t believe it. He wishes us look with our ‘change’ however, and would like us to prove it rather than say it. SunClan, at least for now, is still going to think of us as the bastards before. I doubt that they’ll be too joyed to come to anything of ours, but there’s still a chance.”}

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^{Damn, this little shit was funny. She would certainly earn her spot quick though, especially if she continued with her head stuck up her ass. Lazy pink hues watched her speak, retort after retort, curse after curse. A yawn emerged from him, loud and pointed to show he was bored. After she stopped her speech of fuck fuck shit fucking shit fuck, the canine blinked away his zoning out and replied to the youth, head tilted in a slightly irritated manner. “Actually, I’m pretty damn important. But uh, you aren’t gonna give a shit about that soooooo...” He hummed the rest of the word into silence, a small smirk flashing on his lips. “Name’s Perrt Darling, the Head of Warfare here. This is the Renegades.”}

^{[ smooches xan :0}

^{ily ]}

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^{Perry had shut himself away earlier, leaving himself to sit alone with only the flickering of candles and the turning of pages to keep him company. He didn’t know what drove him to do that ultimately. Maybe it was the announcement of Mads’ death. That was certainly something to drive him down, for every leader that passed away only added more to his weight of loss. Or maybe it was the fact that he was soon to have children. That, if it was nothing else, certainly had the capability to bring him down. The idea of him having responsibilities over another lifeform, especially one of his own blood, was fear inducing. Despite his calm personality and chill vibes, the smallest reminder that he would be having children soon sprung such a weight of anxiety in him that he could barely speak. He facilitated even the notion of having babies of his own by replacing it with sleep, one night stands and drugs, because he feared he would abandon his own just as his parents had. The struggle in his childhood would leave him to want to spare any other animal of that, but at the same time he hesitated. Children were a no-go for him, so instead of having confrontation with those around him, congratulations for children he was afraid of having and prideful looks believing Perry had finally found love, he locked himself up.}

^{Boredom seeped into his bones as he reached the fortieth page of a book he had already read. He could search his bookshelves for one he had not, but the amount of time that would take bored him even further. So, hesitant and cautious, skinny legs pushed the creamy direwolf into the hallway. He turned left, avoiding the sound of fellow Renegades that led to the right of him. He continued in that direction until he realised the noises he had heard weren’t the conversing of members, no, they were ones of tears and sorrow and consoling. Guilt weighted in his steps as he debated against turning around, breath a sigh as he started in the opposite direction he had originally been walking. Gentle were his footsteps as he made his way to the group, the faint scent of Assassin tickling his nose as he recognised the figures of Karma, Chip, Samsa, and Abathur. He couldn’t make sense of the situation. A flowercrown, sobbing, stale scents of his friends. It wasn’t until he stepped closer to Karma, in attempt to console the other, that he noticed the note.}

^{Don’t look for me.}

^{The realisation hit him hard, chest feeling as though he had been stabbed. The note smelled heavily of Assassin. Of the one who had always been there. Of the one who remembered his birthday. Of the one who stepped over broken glass, numb to the pain, and held his cold and stiffening body. Of the one who laughed and giggled when he said ‘babe’ or ‘love’ because, somehow, that had grown into a three-way inside joke. Of her. Assassin. Before he knew it, tears were rolling down his cheeks, gentle as they stained a trail in his fur. Each drop was followed by another, and another, and another, and would continue until there were no more to fall. He stood there, silent, barely breathing, forgetting about everything but her. A mix of emotion brewed in him. Anger, for the fact that she had left without truly saying goodbye. Confusion, for him not knowing what was the cause. Misunderstanding, because how could someone so important to him just go? Grief, at the loss of two important souls in his life. But mostly, under his fur, lay sorrow. And, that, was something that needed no explanation.}

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^shit

^{i’m gonna get to this soon i promise}

^{trackin uwu}

^screams

^{i love all these kiddos so far omg,, perry’s gonna love them <3}

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^{Sadness was something the direwolf pushed down all too much, and recent events caused him to push it even further down. Drugs helped with that, luckily, and a hefty amount had been rolling around in his veins for quite some time now. With Mads’ passing, news that he would soon be responsible for children, and Assassin just... leaving, Perry had plenty of reasons to smoke, pop, drink, and snort. Most of the time he was around, he was numb to his surroundings, and empty of any outlying emotion. Now was no different, drugs pumping in his system as he traveled to a collecting group, creamy fur bouncing with each careful step. He slowed and shifted himself next to, however not too close to, Beatrice. A small and quiet hum sounded from him as he looked the fellow wolf over, pink hues unexpectedly interested. Cranium lifting, as if to distract himself from looking too much, the canine met the other’s eyes. “Perry Darling,” he greeted, voice a tone of deep silver as he smiled in the slight pause. “The other Head of Warfare. Welcome to the Renegades.”}

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