Posts by HOLLYWOOD.

He was a cool coyote, the sunglasses in the middle of Autumn proved that, yet one who was not keen on joining one of these establishments. They were simply beneath him, groups of rag tag beasts with no place to go, living in slums and eating food that'd been dead for a week, ugh, no one had any class! Neither did the coyote apparently, for in his head came visions of devouring a whole elk even with flies buzzing around it. Several blue-eyed blinks brought him back to reality in this cold, dead place, the rumbling in his stomach a punishment for being a dreamer. Domesticated Coyotes for sale, Born to wild parents, reared by humans at a young age. What, did humans think he couldn't read or something? The male wasn't gonna be compared to livestock and just sit pretty in his cage for the earliest black market bidder, lord knew that people just wanted easy prey for their fighting dogs. He saw gnashing teeth to this day... off in the distance sandy fur being torn from a body too small to fight back. A gaze had been exchanged that day one that went beyond life and death, and he realised that the inferiors must be associates else he'd end up just like his mother. It didn't mean he had to like it though, even if it was his short life at stake. All he had to hope was that there were cute dogs here, or cats, or anything really. He wasn't a desperate coyote, just one that had been away from decent looking creatures for a long time (hairless things were ugly).

Hollywood could feel his nerves starting to rattle as he trespassed deeper, fearful in case he saw a set of gnashers too big to run away from. Reasoning would be his only escape if that happened, yet it was lost as he opened his mouth, anxious hormones masked with a smirk that would make narcissus proud. "You know it is just a case of animalia decency to greet someone quickly when they make the effort to join!" the coyote called out, tone undermining and seeping with overconfidence. Part of him was well aware how impractical it would be to meet someone in this type of territory when there was a floating haven above him (he was too cool to be bothered by it... did he mention how cool he was?), but his opinions on the clans were stereotypical and low, they'd have to be just like him to impress him - 100% perfect. Full punctuality, pragmatic to the point of humiliation and a badass, that was what Holly saw in himself, puffing out his chest like a proud cockerel was just another layer of what self-worth he felt. Simply put - he knew it would be impossible for strangers to reach his standards. "Or am I allowed to accept myself? If not, then someone please get me a goddamn blanket, I'm not a penguin who can deal with this weather,". His hole digging skills were improving, melodramatic complaints ringing through the plains.

Welcome to the real world Hollywood.

tracking

thanks!! <3

how's everyone doing?

Had he expected an audience over just some stupid elder, he may've had a bit more tact with his words. He never wanted to get hurt, never wanted to die. There were too many around now, even though they were smaller than him, and the coyote cast a defeated glare over the up and coming aggressors, Some were fine, but he had to clump them all into one ball of putrid mess. How could his father ever stand being in a clan? His dad never had to lose so much for clans, yet the idiot still chose to be loyal to them. Why? At what point did you have to go 'it's not worth losing my legs over?'. I just need food for the winter, even if it's mutt food. They don't mean to be aggressive, they're just jealous of you. It was easy to tell himself that, and it seemed to cheer him up a bit. Right, they were just haters, sad because they were stuck patrolling like nerds! He kept it to himself due to aforementioned concerns, but as he hoped to snatch the scarf off of Pierce and wrap it around his neck, it seemed like Holly was trying not to laugh at his own conclusion. "Hollywood, as in the movie place. You're lucky you showed up, I would've been a snowy coyote if I waited any longer for assistance," came his more subdued words, tone only friendlier because he was genuinely grateful for Pierce's scarf. That warmth wouldn't last forever though, for he heard the next tom's words.

No one had any right to tell him to shut up. They were all beneath him here, he'd done things they could only dream of doing, yet they still spoke to him like it was the opposite way around. "I don't do favours," words were blunt, trying to hold back from going too far with his vocabulary for he saw others approaching. He wasn't about to go 5 versus 1, he liked to be hated sometimes by envious souls but he wasn't gonna go on a suicide mission for it. "You should do one for me though. Get me some good food please, unless you're legs stop working when your mouth does,". Reversing the 'shut up' mission was risky, but he smirked afterwards, perhaps hearing a raccoon's words as he finished. Looking towards the next two to show up, it was hard not to grin at the absurdity of appearances, and that he did. He had every right to be pompous, a lack of confidence was a death note in this world, overconfidence was the only way to keep your life. Why was it he met so many cocky animals after all? They may have all been hiding some inner insecurities, but they weren't dead and that was all that mattered. A bow caused him to take a step forwards, regaining that arrogance that had been tampered with upon the incoming crowd's appearance. "Nice to know someone recognises pedigree. Nice to meet you Albion," he purred almost like the dog's sworn enemies. "You may rise now, young trainee," he spoke, attention broke once more by the fourth warrior.

Jersey has a point? Right, the cat hadn't actually told him his name.

If he had to have guessed it then it wouldn't been 'rat' but clearly his mother must've been as creative as she was proud of this rude individual. "So do I, get some food, pauper,". He did seem genuinely insulted that someone agreed with someone else against him, yet his words were more so teasing than serious, feeling comfortable talking down to Billie simply based on the age gap. A year ago he was just starting to grow up just like this BlizzardClanner was, but the canine still felt elitism. He didn't get the chance to say anything to Chesspieces before the horse left so Holly was left staring in the equine's direction, deadpan and silent for once.

/ had to rewrite this twice because the drafts didn't actually save, feelsbad

title ^

just as a note though he's a bully with a severe superiority complex so unless your character is physically stronger than him or is respectful of him despite his potentially hurtful comments he's probably gonna act a little prickly towards characters.

tracking for any holly ships cx

oh hell yeah, that'd be dope x3

want me to make a thread for them? it could start off private and then go open once they've hit each other enough xDD

alright, i'll tag you in it when it's done :)

This place was impractical, unless you could fly or were planning on being a hermit. Sadly the male could only fly in his dreams and well, he was too awesome to be a hermit. A temporary life in captivity had drove him crazy for a time, it was more than just the impending doom of being dog bait, confines just did not suit someone of his superior creative mind. By the time one walked up the stairs they wanted to die, by the time one tumbled back down the stairs they wished they would've just jumped, why they couldn't have trampolines or hippogriff slaves to carry up poor stragglers was beyond him. Imagine if there was a warrior injured outside of the territory, there was no way they could walk up the stairs, they'd be dead if they stayed below them as well. Pessimism running through his veins like a bad drug, the coyote hopped up the final stone paved step, shaking his mousy brown fur from the snowdrops he had collected on the way. Legs felt strained and stiff from a walk he had not been prepared for, Hollywood finding himself glaring at small groups of creatures which talked to each other. He was alone in the sky, there was no where to go other than down... yet he had already made a huge statement when he arrived. He did not wish to make a mockery of himself by playing cautious, it was something that had to be slowly integrated into himself even if it hurt his common sense.

"Stupid snow," he spat under his breath, swiping a pile of it into the air with a swift forepaw. His nose felt ticklish, like he needed to sneeze and Hollywood was sure that was the after effect of being cold. He had been healthy before he joined... something-Clan, even when he had been around an ammonia infested cage he had not felt as sick as he did here. Holly was young as well, his immune system should've been perfectly healthy... perhaps the weather was the biggest hater of him. It must've been jealous, it had no self-control and didn't have any friends or family, it had every reason to hate someone who looked like the God and had the same life achievements as one. "Stupid nature," further grumblings came, sneeze finally erupting loud and clear from him. Holly groaned in disgust, rubbing the mucus off with his paws as he looked around. Hunting, one of the ugly gentleman had told him to do, how the hell was he meant to do that on an empty stomach? No one had got him any food darn it! Flopping to the ground with a pantomime-esque melodrama, Hollywood called out "Anyone got any food?! I've been left friggin' starving here!".

tricky

holly's just gonna end up fighting everyone isn't he haha

but yo yeah sure :00

holly's much more likely to insult others when he's alone with them so i imagine a scuffle happening pretty quickly haha

who should make? :)

ooh yeah that'd be super awesome, thank you! :)

Jerseyboy's retaliation caused his teeth to grit, whipping his head around furiously as the other started swearing and insulting him. "Oh real mature, why don't you go back to— hey don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" his voice cracked towards the end, seeing a large shadow out of the corner of his eye which spooked him, despite his lack of reaction on the exterior. Tentatively he looked up, feeling cold as he saw quite how tall the shadow's owner was. A dragon as well, a sentient one like Albion, except meaner looking. Emotion fled from his face, dead silent like a kid who had been told off. He knew what he saw in Ska'arq, not a lizard, but a man-sized, man-minded monster. Rip 'er apart boys! the words rang in his ears again and the coyote took a large gulp of air as he sank to his level. At the end of Ska'arq's talks Holly seemed confused, frown twisting on his paw and head tilted just slightly in his puzzled form. "I-Is someone gonna teach me how?" he had to ask. Stealing dumb creature's food was too easy, and after being stuck eating dog slop for a few months his natural instincts still needed to be repaired.

He needed to get away from here, fast. He was not being some savage's lunch, no wonder why Jersey had fled. Easier meat to catch he would've been... probably... oh dear... hey look, a brat! Relief washed over his face as the young serval appeared, knowing that the young couldn't run away at all, and he edged closer to Pierce and Everett. "A garden eh? Now how the heck do you have the patience to own a garden?" words were light once more, and a forced smile appeared on his maw. Being watched by someone who could kick your ass certainly changed one's demeanor. "Mmm I'd love to get myself some fruit someday, I'll have to take you up on the offer perhaps now if you have the time,". Just get me away from the psycho.

i have been summoned

unofficial number 4 asshole will probably fight everyone by the end of this week i swear

alcohol will enhance his asshole powers to over 9000

he's gonna talk behind ska'arqs back about him and then just shut up when ska'arqs next to him

dude gets so flustered around massive animals he forgets how to be an asshole x3

An answer rang through his ears, but not one he had wanted to hear. Sluggishness came as he tried to comprehend what had just been said to him, lugging to a position where he was standing on all four paws. Head turned towards the direction of the sneering individual, watching in disgust as he saw how quickly the other relaxed after saying such things. Sneezy? Big baby? Jaw tensed as his ego started a war with itself, staring as he tried to think of what to say to this moggy. Holly gave a look around, and upon realising that he wasn't being watched, gave a scathing smirk in response. "No, I'd babysit," he replied, resisting the urge to grin at his overdone pun like it was the best thing he'd ever said. It wasn't by a longshot, that'd be soon to come if he was gonna be looked down on by this idiotic stranger. "I don't see why I should have to hunt when I've got mindless furballs like you to do it for me. So go on, catch me a mouse or two, clock's ticking Buddha,". He didn't need some animal to enlighten him with stupid comments, and as he felt himself growing more and more heated he took several steps forwards, showing off a flash of pearly whites. Holly couldn't learn without help and he was too stubborn to ask for it, so why not just ask some random animal? The worst they could do was come back with carrion, and if they did that he could just force feed them their failures and get someone more competent to do it. He really didn't see the big deal.

"I get it, it's hockey night," the coyote huffed, flicking his ears as he tried to get the ringing of 'it's hockey night' out of his ears. Hockey sounded similar, but for reasons that couldn't be good. It sounded... human, and whilst he was not entirely afraid of the naked devils he was afraid of them when they were holding sticks, All sports involved sticks, and unless Doug liked reality television he could presume that 'hockey' was some sort of competition. It sounded right up his alley, yet the coyote's approach was still reluctant. He had delved too far already and didn't want to look like a coward for avoiding the several thousand pixels that contained mankind. This was gonna be a long night. "What is the most alcoholic thing you have here?" Hollywood asked, having to smirk widely, otherwise he'd cry. "Gimme twelve of them," he added on, calmer than his normal self, almost comedic too had it not been for the fact he was glaring at the large TV like it had been the one to murder his mother. Sitting down straight, Hollywood would take a deep breath, shaking out his short fur. Might as get wasted if he was gonna torture himself, right?

i have skype but i only use it to talk to one mate from feralfront cx

discords my go to, it's much smoother imo

Tracking, form will go here once Holly knows more peeps cx

He'd admit, he was late. Being fair though, he forgot they were things in these places, his father had called them repetitive and the word of a parent was always gonna stick with him. Settling by himself, the coyote would listen to the announcements, eyes narrowing with disapproval. Uh, excuse me? He hadn't talked to some of them mentioned, how could they be worthy of a shout-out if they hadn't interacted with BlizzardClan's personal superman?! They were not worthy of anything, let alone some rank in a clan that was genetically beneath him! He opened his mouth to complain, though it quickly shut when he remembered how big the crowd was. Right, he was but a mosquito on an ox's rump around big numbers. The part where he introduced himself to everyone would have to be in the director's cut. Was that a smirk that appeared on Holly's face when Albion got promoted, however? It must've been, out of all the creatures he'd met here she was probably the one he liked most. Mainly because she recognised his awesomeness, thus meaning she was smarter than the average Joe. It dropped like a stone in the water when some other random stranger got promoted to an apparently important rank (did ranks in peasant places really matter if they were all gonna die first?), and when the meeting was called to a close he realised he couldn't just end it there. Hello? He'd have to introduce himself to the haters.

"Excuse me!? BlizzardClan?!" pushing to the front of the crowd, the coyote would look over his unofficial subjects, standing tall and proud after readjusting his sunglasses. "Before you all go off and sniff mint or whatever you do for a living because I really don't wanna know, I realised that I hadn't introduced myself, I'm sure you all know how rare it is for someone to deserve a wide audience like this one and well, I accept that grace with honour,". This was so much better than a meet and greet. "My name is Hollywood, I am your newest clanmate and I promise that anyone who is blessed by my presence will leave feeling 20% fitter and healthier! Unless of course you're a hater, I see some of them in the audience tonight and well... sucks to be you. Now, I hope you all have a day that's as AWESOME as I am! I'm signing autographs and greeting a few lucky folk later on, so see me in the center of camp tomorrow!". He was unafraid to ham it up a little in front of a crowd like this, and seemed to feed off of the groans that the NPCs were making, smirking. He was young and had never been in a clan before, not everyone had the sense to realise that introducing oneself as a meeting wasn't practical.

i love having characters that act arrogant

and then there's holly

who i think is the most egocentrical character i've owned behind a neat freak selfie lover who called everyone ugly