Posts by B. Illuvatar

*:･ﾟ✦ He was growing increasingly more bored as time went on, and Anti's sudden appearance and attempt to scare him did nothing to improve his slowly souring mood. Did this guy actually think he was intimidating because he conjured up a knife and talked funny? Wow. Impressive. A half-laugh left the chained tom's mouth as he stared at the knife in the ground, black veins growing around his eyes and staining some of the fur. The colours in his vision began clitching uncontrollably with his worsening mood until instead of actually seeing the appearances of the cretures he saw them in oranges, reds, yellows and greens.

Apparently he wasn't very good at controlling his infrared vision, not that said power would do him any good at the moment. He supposed it was just good for knowing when someone else was going to turn up, or the freak that was speaking to him was going to conjure something else up. Instead of cutting the jaguar off like he oh so badly wished to he'd l;isten to what he had to say almost silently save for a choked titter or a groan of discomfort as he tried to twist his way out of his restraints. "I'm sorry leprechaun, I don't remember ever saying that I cared whether it was my lucky day. He snorted, sarcasm his only defense for the time being. "However I do know that it isn't yours." and with that his eyes would completely change colour, the scleras changing to the same colour as the Arcaniums and his irises turning a blood red in his anger. With the change of his eyes he'd focus on the glitch's mind, attempting to pull forth any bad memories and should Anti not have any he'd instead make it seem like sirens were going off in his ears, and their leader was calling because another clan was launching a raid.

Should this fail was when he'd panic slightly on the inside, the only genuine sign of his oncoming panic attack being the more erratic movements of his chest as he breathed harsher and the violent pulling of his limbs as he tried to wrestle free of his restraints.

*:･ﾟ✦ Colt frowned at Loki's harsh words, watching the anger build up in the supposed 'mythical' creature. "Excuse me?" He shot back, tipping his head to the side. "What does it say about our 'commitment' if I don't even know your name?" came his snarky reply, though he was surprised where this unknown anger was coming from.

*:･ﾟ✦ Oh for god sake. What was with these people? They were bloodclanners they should at least know how to approach someone about a situation like this let alone bury the body. He was starting to think that the BloodClanners were going soft. Where was all the actual blood, huh? Other than in front of him. Oh right, being stashed in a river. Sigh. "You two are useless." He scoffed as he made his way towards the scene, assessing the situation with piercing emerald eyes. "Multiple stab wounds. Looks like the cause of death was a dagger to the neck." He remarked, raising fictional eyebrows. She was starting to smell as well, so she'd been there a while. "Bad odour, died 12-24 hours ago." Oh god the stench really was awful. His nose wrinkled and he shook his head, "No need to test for temperature, the body will be cold by now- Too bad the scent is faint, and doesn't match any of the other clans."

*:･ﾟ✦ He didn't know what was going on, all he could hear was screaming. What the fuck? His ears were ringing like someone had just clashed symbols and dammit was it painful, but he pushed on towards the source of the sound in an effort to shut it the fuck up. His long, rounded ears flattened against his skull to try and muffle the sound but nevertheless it failed, and he was still stuck with that painful, high pitched noise. His jaw clenched and he bit his tongue so that he didn't start screaming back at it to quiet down, features hardening as he came across the scene before him. There was Alsanna who had just awoken a screaming... physician? He didn't know anymore after the religion had been abolished, but he could only assume.

Hypo had peaked his interest from day one really, the thought of carrying a whole religion on his shoulders had seemed unsettling but then he'd been told that the religion was no more and that he was head priest. That didn't seem so bad, right? Not the point. Colt could only assume that Hypo had been talking to the 'Red God' whoever that dick was, judging by the ritualistic circle that he'd previously been laying in.

For a time he'd stay quiet as the two conversed, though eventually his ears would raise back into their standing, pointed position and he'd give the HP a weary smile. "Are you alright? I can only assume whatever you just went through was... very traumatic. Hopefully there is no physical damage."

*:･ﾟ✦ Finally he'd release his hold on the direwolf's throat, the breathy whine that had escaped the being telling him that his plan had worked. Of course it had, he'd thought of it. Psh. Colt would watch the being carefully as they tried to pull themselves back away from him, and at once a sadistic smirk would pull itself onto his carefully etched features. He'd lean forward then, pushing the blade into his leg harder as he did so and rest his head on Owl's shoulder.

He stayed like that for a moment before lifting his squared cranium to the SunClanner's ear, whispering softly "Come on prettyboy." He'd coo, the evergrowing smile not visible to his victim. "Scream for me, I know you want to,"

*:･ﾟ✦ This was an odd situation. There's a blood and dust covered lady maybe... six steps ahead of him? He'd not come across anyone injured just yet, apart from the NPC he'd accidentally murdered when he joined. Still, he knew how to treat a wound. Or he would've, if he had all the right tools and medicine and all that. All he needed was antiseptic and a bandage- Oh, and for the girly to have a bath. She was dirty and quite frankly stinks.

With a wrinkled nose the Amnesiac would slowly step towards Malkyn, tongue flicking out to swipe across his maw. He was nervous, unsure of how she'd react. As soon as he was close enough he could tell that the wound that was allowing the blood to flow was on the neck, so it wasn't accidental. She'd been through some kind of traumatic experience, and people like that were usually volatile. Weren't they?

"Miss?" He spoe, voice as soothing as possible and no outward nervousness shown of his face. "Do you want some help? I can patch you up, with your permission of course." He'd state finally, giving her a blinding, reassuring smile.

*:･ﾟ✦ The look in his sapphire orbs was quite soft in all honesty, when looking at Alsanna, She seemed so innocent, so pure. Why was she in a place like this? It wasn't right for her. She should be off in some Pro-Clan being treat like a princess, not in a place like this. Despite that his main focus should be on Rein, who seemed as if he'd just seen a ghost.

Still he said nothing, snorting softly when he said that he wasn't hurt. If even Alsanna could tell he was lying...

But then came Giancarlo, and his soft look immediately changed. He didn't like this guy anyway, but he was just pushing it no- Colt froze dead in his spot, chest halting it's movements as he stopped breathing for a single moment. Who the fuck- The Amnesiac scrambled to his feet angrily, lips curling as he stared down at the Maine Coon. "Who the fuck do you think you are!?" He spat, an alligator-like noise resonating from his chest. "You might be some a-class high position but- Agh!" He groaned, trying to reign in his anger. He didn't know what'd come over him, all he knew was that he really, really didn't like Gian.

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*:･ﾟ✦ He watched the beautiful feline before him with caution, not quite believing all that he had to say. It wasn't that he thought he was lying, it was that there was always one person who believed. As long as one person believed the Red God could return, right? Perhaps... No. Colt didn't even know who HE was so why was he questioning possibly the only BloodClanner he trusted about something they had once specialised in.

Still, he scanned Hypokrisis multiple times for any signs of harm. He may not have been harmed by a nonexistent god but all that screaming and thrashing must have given him a scrape or two. His fictional bros furrowed as he stepped closer to the Head Physician, breathing in softly before lifting sapphire eyes to stare right into the being's own and give said feline a charming, alabaster grin. "So long as you aren't hurt." He'd mutter, tipping his head to the side. "Though... you should get some rest. Exertion of the mind can cause just as much fatigue as physical exertion- But I suppose you know that already."

*:･ﾟ✦ The next to approach was Colt, and depsite the fact that he wasn't entirely sure he was good at fighting he was going to try. For but a moment he'd flick his eye over to Barbara and Solveig, blinking bright green eyes beofre turning to Bucky. He didn't know the tom, but he was as good an apponent as he would get as far as he could see. Barbara was otherwise occupied.

He gave a blood-curdling smirk as he sashayed past Gian, stopping beside the metal-legged feline with enough of a space for him not to be invading the Master of Sabotage's personal 'bubble'. "Heya Bucky." He chuckled, thinking of a way to goad the Second Tier into sparring with the ex-SunClanner. "Y'know, if the coward won't fight you then I will." Colt spoke, mischief decorating his whole face. "Maybe he should go hide with his Mama so that he doesn't get in the way."

*:･ﾟ✦ One moment he was being given freaking breathing tips from a complete stranger, the next he had a goddamn popsickle in his mouth. What was that gonna do to help him? In fact it had only served to cause him to panic more, and instead of erratic breathing he'd begin twitching as if he were fighting for breath- and failing.

He blinked multiple times to try and get rid of the blurriness of his vision, his ears starting to ring as people's voices started to blend into one another. Into one voice, possibly the only one that he would ever be scared of. Loki. The voice sounded almost demonic and immediately he'd whip his head back violently, previously closed eyes now wide with alarm as he spat the popsickle onto the ground and choked back a scream.

Tears, yes tears, fell down his face in a rhythm and while he was certain he looked like a mess the scene was oddly beautiful. And he meant oddly. It was truly strange how the shedding of tears from such an angel-like creature could count as beautiful but in this circumstance the silver that slid down his cheeks and stained his havana pelt caused his fur to flatten to handsome, chiselled features.

Hypokrisis' voice it seemed was the one that wouild eventually calm him down, or just the reigning in of his mind when his name was called. He'd grown accustomed to being called Colt, it probably wasn't his real name but that was besides the point. His twitching would calm and the tears would flow slower, though breathing was still laboured.

He tried, he really did. Focusing on anything at the moment was hard though. His arm would twitch so suddenly that it flung outwards and coincidentally hit Gian in the face, but that was not the point, even if it did cause him to calm even more. The satisfaction of finally whacking the dick was evident as he slowly started to calm, chest no longer heaving and breathing no longer ragged. Still, he stayed in the same position, staring down at the floor like he'd committed some great crime.

*:･ﾟ✦ That voice. It was... oddly familiar and yet he couldn't place it. The oversized domestic feline would blink as he raised his head, only to be met with a cougar. He didn't... know any cougars? Still, he found himself wandering- and then it dawned on him.

Quickly he'd reach up with slightly darker hued paws to rub at his cheeks and rid any traces of the glittering silver that had been there, clinging to his oddly coloured fur. "R-rein?" He stuttered, frowning softly before a half-smile would split the left side of his face, though whether it was genuine was a different story. "You're... different." Colt spoke once again, limbs shaking as he attempted to stand, though would then decide not to. "I-it's not a bad differnet th-though."

*:･ﾟ✦ Another meeting? He supposed it was only fit that they were held weeky, to update the members on what had gone on most likely- still, it had surprised him at first. Colt didn't bother to question it vocally however, instead seating himself in front of Barbara's makeshift throne while he waited expectantly to hear the rest of the news- he wandered what it could be. Maybe someone was going to get a promotion?

*:･ﾟ✦ A light huff would leave his maw as he breathed out through his nose, eyes narrowing into slits. "As a matter of fact, cupcake, I was the one who entranced them." He growled, backing up once again. He was only on the defensive because he'd called Rein a fool, had he not insulted him he may not have been so pissed. Oops?