Posts by Hexane

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Hexane was not surprised to feel almost nothing as his paw whisked past Bucky. He just wanted to scare the other away, that was the best he could do to preserve himself and the still unborn dragon under his care. But the next blow sent him back once again, his spine smashing into the earth below and his breath leaving in a rush. The scars where his wings once stood throbbed with uncontrolled pain; he wanted to scream with horror but had no air in his lungs left to accomplish the task. Even so small, this feline easily overpowered the weak medic and left him reeling in fear. Hex couldn't even begin to focus long enough to counteract the blows with his brain deprived of oxygen.

The slash came next, just in time for Hex to regain enough air to let out a scream that would become garbled with blood pooling in the back of his throat. Violent hacking overtook his expression and thick black fluid poured from the sides of his mask and clotted in his fur. He would look like a melting wax figure if not for the horrible sound that continue bubbling up with the blood.

Where had the claw even hit him? His chest? His throat? He couldn't even feel it, but a horrible sense of danger began to rear it's head in his mind. The blood was too slick, and it was compromising his mask's attachment. He needed to get up, he needed to stop bleeding from his mouth. His eyes began to glow the faintest pale yellow, drawing on all his power to try and squirm away. A single curse wormed it's way past his gored vocal cords in some ancient tongue as he attempted to press his back legs against Bucky to shove him away.

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Hexane gave a slow nod to Jacob's words, his brow scrunching up in slight confusion as he watched the younger pup demonstrate the apparently random methods with which this artwork was created. "Just use whatever I want. . ." he mumbled to himself, rolling over the thought in the forefront of his mind. What simple rules, yet they lent to such a conundrum. How was he to think of something to make without knowing what to make? Creativity was so complex.

He glanced to Ashina as she arrived, offering a soft, "Yeah I didn't get it either," before moving his gaze to his art choices. Perhaps there was some meaning to the art, or he could make it to look like something. He'd understand it better then. Grabbing a tube of purple glitter glue, he applied generous globs to his paper in a vague depiction of a reptilian shape before placing pieces of pasta atop the viscous fluid. Next he applied two globs to the center and placed fuzzy balls on top of them before filling in various portions with curved noodles to give the illusion of scales.

It wasn't fantastic. Considering his creative ability, it looked more like his child had attempted to create a self portrait, but Hex still observed his work with a modicum of pride. "Alright, I made Squeakers out of pasta."

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Hexane had many, many siblings. He knew this. He knew he likely had more than he would ever even get to meet, likely some estranged one or another in every clan. With his dad apparently having no sense of moderation when it came to family, it was just how things worked out. The only method Hex had of telling one Arcanium from another was either through word of mouth or from seeing their blood. Or lack thereof.

But none of his initial judging abilities would be able to tell him exactly who Beekit was on sight. He saw only a tiny kit, asking for permission to gain entrance to their home. And as much as Hex would like to vouch that his only care was for family, he held a soft spot for any lost child regardless of whether he knew their relations. Trotting forward at a brisk pace, but keeping his movements slow enough to not frighten the new joiner, the masked kitsune sat before the kitten and offered a slight wave of his tails. "Hello dear. You are allowed to join if you'd like; would you like any direction toward the main city?"

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BlizzardClan visitors didn't even phase Hexane at this point. Their scent had become familiar enough after the third joiner for him to simply regard them nearly clanmates, rather than his usual suspicion for anyone at the border. As he approached the most recent visitor to catch his eye, he noticed another scent underlying the familiar fresh smell of the floating islands. Underlying may have even been generous toward the effect of the other scents, considering it nearly overpowered Hexane's senses by the time he got up close. What had happened to BlizzardClan?

The masked kitsune gave a quick clear of his throat, unsure of whether or not to ask about their ally's situation. It may seem insensitive of him not to already be aware of the issue. "Hello there. Have you come to bring any news?" He gave a flick of his ear in thought, then added, "And would you like any food? You do look tired from your journey."

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Though the gesture was hidden Hexane couldn't help the roll of his eyes that came at the lycan's response. "Lay on the sarcasm a bit thicker, why don't you. I do have to consider whether you acquired the injuries before or after arriving, y'know. But I guess the answer is before, since all you're doing on SunClan territory is being a little-"

Hexane paused in his words as Irene's voice cut through the air, giving a grateful glance to his sister. She was always a bit more patient with the frustrating ones. Not that Hexane's bedside manner was abhorrent, but his own patience ran thin when it came to creatures who refused to take their medicine. He nodded as Irene began to put her own poultice on the wounds, placing his own back in his satchel for later. "The marigold is fine, we can just finish up the bandaging and take him to the medical ward. We'll rewash the wounds more thoroughly after they're done leaking."

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Hexane couldn't help his protective nature over the small dragon in his care. He had never attempted to raise a dragon or any other species before; how was he to know the likelihood of the child ingesting something poisonous? Or breaking a bone? Or being eaten? They were all possibilities, and all things he needed to prevent from taking place. Which could only be done by ensuring he was always within sight of Ska'a'arq, or at least handed him over to Irene before leaving.

Hearing the child's short growl of his own name sent a wave of pride through Hex, lowering himself to lie beside the dragon. "Wonderful, Squeakers, your name is Ska'arq! Do you remember my name?"

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The entire clan had done an excellent job with the decorations. All of Coloured Town was coated in cobweb ornaments and fake spiders (real ones too but he’d call them all fake) along with more jack-o-lanterns than he’d thought was possible to have in one area. Someone had gone overboard with their artistic ability. It was still nice though, it created a decent fall aura for the town square along with the natural sunset hues of the falling leaves. Lastly there were various scarecrows set up wearing costumes, some dressed in werewolf fur and others with stereotypical zombie or vampire fashion. A prelude to the actual costume contest.

In the center of the square was a massive table set up with snacks and drinks of all kinds. The hard cider and other alcohol was kept to one end so that no children would accidentally dip their paws into it. Scents of hot soup, pies, and cinnamon spices rose from the table and coated the entire area in a warm autumn scent. He had also managed to add in stacks of leaf shaped napkins; a necessary addition to keep everyone’s costumes clean while they enjoyed their meals. A makeshift stage of sorts, which was mostly just a large wooden structure raised from the ground, stood at the far end of the square for everyone who dressed up to show off if they so pleased.

Hexane himself, as a judge of the contest, had dressed up in a simple outfit. He wore a large Dracula cape with a spiked upturned collar, a crimson red brushing his fur while the outside remained a start black. He added a black bowtie to the clasp at his throat for good measure, since any host should look relatively classy. And, of course, his ever present mask remained on his face, hiding his true expression.

The kitsune stood just in front of the snack table, allowing his cape to flow in the autumn wind, and raised his paws in a welcoming gesture. "Well everyone, let the weekend party begin! Anyone who dresses up is automatically entered into our costume contest, and winners will be announced on Halloween day."