Posts by KARMA

Upon hearing the booming call of Damion, Karma's ears would prick, as he moved forwards to stand beside Softvelvet. It was admirable, Damion's quick reactions and natural leadership, something that Karma was a little bit envious of. He could never take that sort of initiative, and all the consequences which came with it. Not that he'd really want to, he was perfectly content with his usual job of staying behind in the infirmary to patch everyone up when they returned. This time he would be alone in the infirmary, and that reminder made worry simmer low in his gut. But it wasn't like he could participate anyway, like Sofie he was too heavily pregnant. "Please, bring him back in one piece!" Karma called, grinning.

Upon hearing the telepathic message, Karma would stop with his mindless ambling, spinning around in an attempt to locate the source. The domestic feline had started to spend long periods outside of the prison, despite being weighed down significantly by the pups he was carrying, as he found the prison to be stifling lately. He first caught the very faint scent of blood in the air, as he lifted his pink little nose to the sky to try and scent out the stranger called Dreamdoll, apparently.

It was not long before Karma had spotted the stranger, obvious not only by scent but by the spaced-out aura of the snow leopard, as if they didn't quite belong here yet. As the pregnant male reached the other, his odd-coloured eyes would immediately fixate on the wound on Dreamdoll's paw, and he lumbered forward to take a closer look. "You were walking on this? That must've fucking hurt," Karma would bark out a laugh, as he noticed the misplaced ligament. "I wouldn't be surprised if you end up with permanent ligament damage. Before anything, you need to come to the infirmary and let me patch that thing up, if you ever wanna walk goddamn properly again."

Suddenly, as if he had some sort of mental tick, Karma snapped out of whatever doctor mindset he had been in. It'd been a while since he had been allowed to practice medicine again, so he may have gotten a little carried away. Gaze lifting back upwards, he'd greet the other with a cheeky little grin. "Dreamdoll, huh? Well, you sure are a little doll aren't you?" The moonshiner laughed, not resisting the temptation to be mildly flirtatious. "Welcome to the Exiles, yeah? I'm Karma, I'm a moonshiner here so I do the medicine shit."

// i love him omg

It was hard, but it was worth it. Most things were like that in life, Karma had observed. He'd locked himself and his children in his own cell for the past three weeks, not wanting any outside influence in the first few weeks of the two's lives. Exiler's could be loud, nosy and down right irritating, and Karma had been too exhausted to deal with them. The protective surge of hormones within the feline was enough for Karma to be ready to skin anyone who came too close to his little brood. Besides, he had the medical knowledge and experience to keep him healthy as he secluded himself off from the rest of the prison's population.

However, Karma had had a bit of a change of heart. The door to his cell was now propped open, welcoming any visitors inside. The two kits had begun to make conversation and had opened their eyes a week ago, the one who he had named Slait had inherited the same heterochromatic eyes as he had, which had made Karma's heart burst with pride as he had first blinked open his eyes. At first, he had been worried about Slait. The brown kit had been rather sickly, a weak little thing, but most of his worries had been dispelled as the little thing seemed to be able to walk without too much assistance. The other, Kaiser, was a shy little thing, and tended not to stray very far from himself, he had observed. All his worries about being a good father, and keeping Piratecrown away from the children, had gone. Both his children were healthy, and happy, and that was all that mattered.

"Wanna see some visitors?" Karma spoke in an excited little whisper, so unlike his usual sardonic tone. He spoke softly, quietly, from where he lay upon a cushion in his cell, keeping a close eye on the two rascals. Turning towards the door, where he could hear some movement in the corridor, he'd add in his usual brash tone, "All you fuckers better be quiet."

candidatus   Monahan

"What? You've been standing outside the door for days, and now you're just gonna stand there?" Karma wheezed in a laugh, finding amusement in the fact that he'd managed to stun the gunslinger into silence. It certainly did not go unnoticed to Karma that Trash had been spending time outside of his cell, secluded days were interrupted with the strong scent of the lupine, and to his surprise he had been there almost everyday. Painful moments where Karma wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, if he was in too much pain, or just wanted some comfort were overwhelmed with the need to seek the other on the other side of the door. But, no, he'd sworn that his children would get a few days of peace before reality called, and Karma was too stubborn to break a promise like that.

"This little fellow here is called Kaiser, that shouty one is Slait," Karma spoke, curling his tail around Kaiser who had stuck close to his side. "This is Trash. Don't worry, he's big, but he's friendly," He whispered at the two who seemed very curious at meeting someone other than himself for the first time.

"C'mon, big oafs like you can't be shy like this. Please, hold Slait," Karma purred. Extending his trust to Trash seemed only natural, though Trash obviously wasn't the father of these children, Karma still felt like he had some stake over the little things. It was a strange relationship, and a strange feeling, but Karma didn't try to reject it. "He's a little troublemaker, aren't you?"  Reaching down, he'd aim to pick up Slait by the scruff, and walk across the gap towards Trash with his child in his jaws. Slait seemed to be enthusiastic about exciting new opportunities, so Karma didn't think he'd mind being handled by a stranger. The child's hyperactivity and youthful spirit made Karma smirk a little, but a smirk with pride.

Karma's heart was beating fast, too irregular. It felt like it stuck in his throat, choking him with dread, preventing him from squealing with anguish. "Slait!" He howled for the thousandth time that hour, his throat raw with his constant frantic calling. It was almost the dead of night, his howls only echoed emptily in the canyon. He'd lost his own fucking newborn. That reality was so harsh that Karma was ready to claw off his own ears, so blinded by panic, dread and self-hatred.

He had tried to do everything right, he'd been almost surgically meticulous in the way he had brought up his children. So much attention to small details, so considerate and careful to make sure that they were safe. It had been exhausting doing it alone. Even if another Exiler wanted to help him with child rearing, it was pointless, Karma would let few anywhere near his precious brood. Karma was so utterly tired from providing around the clock care and attention to his children, that he had accidentally fallen asleep that day. When he awoke, Slait was no longer curled to his side.

Initially, he hadn't been too worried. Slait was always wondering off. Whenever Karma turned his back, even if for a split second, Slait had managed to crawl off by himself. What started out as mild concern finally crescendoed into his worst nightmare. It was so utterly painful, having your own child gone, likely dead, and knowing it was your own fault. Defeated, Karma let out an odd, choking sound which could've been a sob.

"Slait's gone, he's fucking gone. Stupid little fu-fucking bastard. Should've fucking listened to his own fucking father, fu-ucking hell," Karma wailed to himself, as he entered back into the courtyard of the prison after many hours of frantic searching. His own search party of npcs had been called off, Slait's scent trail was patchy and had lead to nowhere. It was inconclusive, Karma didn't know whether he'd been snatched by an eagle, kidnapped or had fallen of a cliff. All that he knew was that he'd lost one of his own children, and he had no one to blame but himself. It resulted in the feline rolling around in the courtyard, wailing to himself, digging his claws into his own ears and wishing the world away.

Still seething with anger at the loss of his newborn child, Karma had become almost violently feral with rage. Angered at God and himself. Normally, Karma stuck to himself, minded his own business and didn't meddle in this sort of sticky business. However, clamped in the lynx's jaws was the blind wolf's tail, as he led her out of her home and onto the Exile's territory. He let the Blizzardclan medic walk in front of him, but whenever she'd stop going forwards he'd let out a warning growl and move to tug a little on her tail.

Karma didn't usually do shit like this. In fact, he was already beginning to regret it. He'd thought that this would've satisfied some of the raging anger and sorrow in him, as other's pain was often a remedy for your own. However, capturing the medic from her home only made him even more enraged, intensifying his own echo-chamber of negative thoughts and giving him a hideous headache. He hated the basic feral instinct to harm and kill which itched beneath his paws, he hated being so out of control. It only made him feel all the more homicidal. The only thing which stopped Karma from feeling guilty about the whole ordeal was the fact that Canoris had let him lie almost dead in a cell, offering him minimal medical treatment, and had also teased him and beaten his head to the ground when he was too weak to even move. She was not worth feeling any guilt over, he told himself.

"Exilers!" Karma would call in a snarl, as he led Canoris into the prison's courtyard. "Do whatever the fuck you want with her. -Fucking humiliated me when I was on death's door. Kill her, I don't give a shit." Ears flattened to his skull, Karma would aim to spit on Canoris to show his utter disgust. He wouldn't participate in any torturing himself, no matter how enraged he could get, so he turned away with a flick of his stumpy little tail. He'd at least stick around to watch, this time.

Canoris

Being normally so relaxed with his laid-back attitude to life, Karma often had temper tantrums and emotional outbursts like that of a toddler. However, this was not one of his usual outbursts of rage. It was a full breakdown, the trembling of Karma's paws and his ear-splitting wails indicating how close he was to breaking point. Over his own wails of sorrow and loss, Karma didn't even notice the trill of the violins as Trash approached. Nor did he notice the odd red tinge of the ground as the lupine neared closer. He barely registered the reassuring words of Sasha, but eventually he'd look up at the leopard with wide, glassy, odd-coloured eyes and wail with a cracked voice, "He's tiny, he won't last the night alone."

With his face looking upwards, no longer being buried in his paws, Karma's eyes darted to lock with Trash's as he appeared in front of him. Unexpectedly, the lupine collapsed either side of him, and Karma would whine a long whine of sorrow at the contact. "Trash, you can't always be everyone's knight in fucking armour. Don't give me false fu-fucking hope," Karma would bite, sounding more sorrowful than angered, being interrupted with his own hiccups.

I swear on my life, I’ll find him. Karma wanted to screech, to lash out at the other male with claws outstretched. It was infuriating to him that Trash always dared to act as if he could solve all of his problems, to lie, to swear his life on a pointless task. Well, this one he couldn't fucking solve. Slait was likely gone for good, unless someone miraculously found him within the next few hours. What made the moonshiner not react violently to the words and the full-on back embrace, was the liquid-like calming effect of the contact. Not just any embrace, contact from a being who stirred the deepest of emotions within him. Broken little whines still emerging from within him, he'd simply relax under the great beast, slumping to the side with resigned defeat.

Sticking close to Sasha, Karma stretched out on the ground beside the leopard, flexing his claws with a deep sigh. Assuming this was still Roman, and not an imposter, he'd prick his tufted ears in mild interest at would would be announced this week. Still, it was obvious that Karma was not back to his usual self. His odd-coloured eyes were cast to the ground, making him look slightly melancholy and as if he was in deep thought. Nor did he make any sort of usual comment or remark, and remained unusually silent. The lynx's mind was obviously in a different place.

As he was trying to get his life back on track, start renting a house and remove himself from a life of crime, Karma was finally taking good care of himself, and no longer smoked either. Though he was almost as scarred as Trash, having a thick ridged scar across his chest from a stab wound and plenty of other small scars, mostly from random cigarette burns, there was a healthy glow to Karma. As he spotted Trash looking around a little nervously, he'd sneak up behind him and move his hand to ruffle the others already mussed up hair, all the while grinning like a maniac.

Never the one to dwell too much on his own thoughts or emotions, if he had known this movie viewing had romantic intent behind it, he wouldn't care too much either way. It didn't matter too much for him, he just knew he liked spending time with Trash. Karma didn't think too deeply about all the love and romance shit, he wasn't smart enough to think that way, anyway. If Trash hadn't looked so unsure and jittery when romance and relationships had been brought up in previous conversations, he probably would've kissed the bastard already. It was unusual, for such an infamous delinquent to be nervous around any type of topic, but Karma didn't pry. Nor did he care too much.

Still giggling like an idiot, he'd swing his arms over Trash's shoulders and pretend to strangle him from behind, the young male's playful antics nothing unusual. "So, we're gonna go in? Or are you gonna stand out here looking like you wanna pick a fight?" Karma drawled into Trash's ear, speaking fairly quietly. He knew he was the one who was a little late, but he wouldn't miss the opportunity to gently tease the other. With that, he'd move away from the other to stride down the corridor towards the theatre, only looking backwards with his heterochromatic eyes to see if Trash was following him.

The insult had gotten Karma's attention, as he approached with his tufted ears pricked and a lop-sided grin spread across his maw. Whatever it was that Trash had to say, he was interested. He would be certainly be interested in taking on a medicine apprentice, as he wasn't terribly good at combat himself. Karma was back to working full time in the infirmary, having enough patients to keep him and Balthazar busy for most of the day. He'd chosen to go back to work, though he didn't have too, the soothing routine of medicinal healing was helping him recover from the shock of loosing his child. "'M not fucking lazy," Karma barked out a laugh as he came to sprawl across the ground next to Marionette, "You know it's bloody hard working in the infirmary. So don't complain about me. What's this about, anyway?"

Once having a hostile fear of strangers, Karma had grown out of his apprehensive attitude towards the unknown. He used to snap at everyone who accidentally crossed their border, fixing them with an icy stare. Now that he had seen so much of the world, he felt easy around strangers, and was mostly just playfully curious about why they'd want to step foot on the Exile's territory. No one visited the Exiles, really, unless they were joining or part of a raid. They didn't have any allies brining gifts or anything, no one wanted to visit them. Karma could understand why, but maybe a part of him would like if they got some more travellers and visitors, as they'd be interesting to meet.

At Miss's seeming self confidence, Karma would smirk as he padded over to stand beside Penny. The first thing he noticed was lioness's strong lilac scent, as his salmon pink nose was rather sensitive. She smelled like she'd rolled in the stuff, which only made Karma all the more curious about why she was so intent on disguising her natural scent, or more likely, the scent of the clan she came from or had visited. "Hey," Karma would say, his tone only friendly and playful, his maw splitting into a wicked grin. "Hope we haven't wasted too much of your precious time, darling." With that, the lynx would chuckle to himself.