Posts by Guillotine

★ ★ ★ The female would slip up next and sit silently in the corner. Ears twitching slightly. The female would wait in silence as she looked about. This girl was, interesting. She would have to wait for the answer though.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ That sounded like fun to her. So, the girl would trot forward and blink. Would they be aloud to go? Probably.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ The assassin would come up next to Ninja and blink. Tail low and eyes calm. She would watch the other with interest. They knew Shining. They had to be a friend then.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ "Of course. Welcome home." She offered with a slight smile. Tail wagging faintly. After all, the cubs needed someone to watch them.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ The assassin would slip over and blink. Ears perked and eyes calm. What had Willow like this? Who did she need to maul violently?

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ The assassin would slip over and offer a soft nod to the female. "Welcome home. I am Guillotine." She offered calmly.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Pip. She was there when he came to stay. she knew he was siblings with Lessa. But, she remained silent as she moved up beside Obby.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Guillotine would bound up beside Ninja and blink. It was good to see friends together again. She needed to get a friendship like that, one day. She doubted it would happen, but one could dream, yes?

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ The female would offer a soft nod at this. Deathstroke had a farm once and Flora had been a deputy in Blizzardclan. That was back two or three years, she thought. Now, to the pressing matter, Guil would offer a nod to the other as he asked about the End Game. "Yes. I want to gather the clans most powerful warriors and make a protection force. One that can be called to the End Game attacks to fight them back. Or to rebuild what they break. We can not let End Game win. They are cowardly bullies that need to be stopped."

"Speech."

★ ★ ★Guillotine would not delve into her own thoughts half the time. It was a dangerous place to be, even for her. Reliving death, torture, murder, rape. She was born into a world that hired the strong to kill the weak. The fact that Obby had a mind like her own was a bonus. It bods well for the duo as a deadly team. Not that Guillotine would out right say such a thing.

Guillotine was resting in the trees. Always in the trees. Always watching where no one would see her. The female was simply watching the beast come closer. She was careful to not draw attention, unlike Obby. She never let others see her unless she wished it. Obby strutted around like a goddess. Frankly, she was one, if you asked Guillotine. They were one in the same in so many ways. Guillotine was a goddess in her own right. Both were deadly beasts with little mercy. Monsters in the flesh.

That thing under your bed that you feared as a child. That shadow in the closet that you swore was watching you. The beast that made your nerves crawl once you turned your back to a dark room. That was what they were. Myths come to life. Monsters that were not just a story, but were real. The assassin watched the female sit nearby and speak. Guillotine was rather calm as she let her one paw dangle over the edge of the limb. If you could picture a leopard in a tree, you would get the idea of how the maned wolf was resting.

"I have an answer for you." She mused lazily from above as the question was posed. "By definition a pro-clan is good. Not wanting war or to harm others. Only fighting back if they have to. An anti-clan is believed to be evil. Wanting nothing but war and to hurt others. In reality, nether one is truth. To us, an anti-clan is filled with monsters. But every clan has monsters. Every clan has evil in it."

She would close her eyes as she continued. "Being good or bad is defined by two angles. I may see a rapist as bad, but they may see it as good. Were as a murderer is viewed as bad, but they may see they are doing good. In reality, there is no truth to good or bad. It is all in the perspective of those that are doing or those that are seeing."

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ The female was not feeling well at all. She was laying in the shade, eyes closed, hood off, and stomach churning. Was she going to be okay? Maybe. the female was to sick to care right now. She was sure she had some stomach bug. But, she was trying to hid it. Though, at first glance, anyone would be able to tell that she was not feeling well.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Trotting forward, she would offer a nod to Shining. "I will take one." She offered calmly.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ "Where have you been?" She asked as she slipped from the shadows. Willow's best friend was home. Was he taken? Did he get hurt? Guillotine was curious of this matter. Standing firmly there, she would offer a soft smile under her hood.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Tears. A thing that Guil only shed once before. She had a messed up past, yes. That meant nothing now. Trotting forward, she would blink calmly and tilt her head at the male. "You going to be okay?" She offered casually.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★Obby was there and Guil knew she was going to ask. If anyone knew her, it would be Obby. The assassin would notice the hole still there, but not ask. Obby could handle herself, and Guil knew it. Guil, on the other paw, could handle herself almost as well. There was a key difference there though.

"Morning Obby." She offered as she opened her silver eyes again. Obby knew when to heal and never left a wound untreated. Guil did not do such things. The maned wolf always ignored it until it healed or she got sick from it. Guil was doing that even now. Like the reopened wounds from the fight with her siblings.

"I'm okay. A little nauseous." She answered after a long pause.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Silently, the female would slip up and stop beside Shining. Offering a curt nod in hello. She still felt a bit sick, but she would be fine. She always was.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Horrorterror? Hell of a name. Trotting over, the female would offer a casual nod to the other. The assassin always showed her face when she felt the need to. "Guillotine. Pleased to meet you." She offered as she took a seat.

"Speech."