Posts by QUASAR

Quasar liked to take a walk around the territory -- it helped keep his head clear and involved in the matters of his home. Especially for important happenstances such as these; the moment he caught wind of Clove's scent by the border, the young vampire quickened his pace and trotted over, growing more enthusiastic at every step. After his visit to the Prismatic Plains, he'd quickly gone busy with his new duskguard duties and hadn't the time to visit her. But her coming to visit him? Always welcome.

An easy grin on his muzzle, the black hybrid attempted to gently bop noses with his sister in a friendly greeting. For most of the Shadow Veil, this would likely be a strange moment -- Quasar usually brooded with a semi-permanent frown or expression of rage. But his mood felt instantly lifted when he was around his family on social occasions, such as when he spent time with Sek or Clove. "I didn't expect to see you here, I hope you didn't wait long," he spoke, wondering if she was rethinking of having the Prismatic Plains as a home. He knew almost none of them personally, but Yuri and Frightfur seemed to have something... odd about them, whenever he saw the two.

Revenge appeared quite the reasonable, suitable punishment for the vampire. Though Quasar personally would have gorged out the fucker's eyes and cut out his tongue before throwing the vampire to the two. But perhaps that measured as excessively cruel of him. Either way, he simply observed with an arrogantly raised chin.

Until some idiot showed up. The jaguar-kitsune growled, a low sound in the pit of his throat, in annoyance. What was with this idiots thinking they could get away with bullshit in his home. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Molina take the first move. And like hell he wouldn't back up his possible future girlfriend.

Charging straight at Deathstroke , he flared his wings behind him as he attempted to grab the male's head with his paws, claws unsheathed for grip and breathe fire onto his face. If he weren't trying to keep the intruder's attention off of Molina, he likely would have gone for a far more sneaky attack, but he didn't give a shit about being effective as much as he cared about keeping the heat off Molina.

He felt compelled to check up on Molina -- his reasons escaped his understanding, but he simply felt she needed him. And, perhaps, he needed her too... in some capacity. Quasar loathed asking others for assistance; he loathed feeling the cheese grater of shame strip his pride away. He, SunClan's lost crown prince, needed nothing from anyone. But that was a lie.

Perhaps that's why he gave so freely, to Molina. The dark-furred beast's mind did not ignore the simple fact that whenever she needed help, he quickly came. Just as he wanted to keep Clove and Su safe, he wanted to keep Molina out of harm's way. But he would rather slit his own neck than ask for any kind of help in return.

The jaguar-kitsune's paws took him to Molina's house as he mused on this conundrum, a small brown package in his jaws. Regardless of his true reasonings, Quasar felt no hesitance for his next actions. She probably needed him.

Easily opening her door, impolitely refraining from knocking, the duskguard slipped into her home unannounced. For all his care about her, it seemed he cared very little for treating her like the fragile and injured cat she currently was. His golden eyes looked around briefly before he kicked the door closed and found Molina's curled up form. Internally wincing, the hybrid dropped his small gift to the ground before attempting to gently touch his nose to the top of her head.

"Molina?" he spoke, his voice a quiet whisper that melted in with the ambient, warm crackling of the nearby fire. Either his timing was perfect, or he should have waited before visiting her.

ermigod the cheating

poor quasar gonna be so conflicted

Quasar knew Shu didn't like him, but he usually didn't dwell on it -- the rest of his adopted family seemed to like him well enough, better than the SunClanners did, anyway. But his misgivings and doubts about Shu and his hatred occasionally resurfaced, despite his best efforts; Quasar, though, utilized the same formulaic response when he thought about such things to get them to get the fuck out of his head.

And that? Was working out. Quasar let his own hatred, fear, contempt, and everything else fuel his drive. Only when those emotions took hold and made him miserable did his opponents win. And the prince held no desire to let his enemies win in such a slimy, pathetic way. Shu and his hatred popped up in Quasar's mind earlier today, so today he spent several hours just outside territory, his fire manipulation and telekinetic abilities for hours until his the storm cleared from his mind.

When he was done, the acre was unrecognizable. Everything had either burned away to nothing or still smoked with the fire's dying embers. Several remains of trees, regardless of their charred remains, bore marks that obviously came from his sword -- cut deeply, cut shallow, branches hacked off, and so forth. Organized chaos. Directed darkness.

Breathing labored, the black hybrid walked back towards the border, his broadsword safely lying across his back in a strapped-in scabbard. Yet, even in his tired state, the male's golden eyes gleamed with the remains of his dispelled emotions. He had one goal in mind, now that his mind cleared: to find Shu, and give that little brat a piece of his goddamn mind.

SHU.

He looked up to see the dragon fly above, before landing before Quasar. The Veilian narrowed his golden eyes defensively for a fraction of the moment, but quickly returned to his neutral, yet confident, expression. He almost expected the dragon to be feral, but this one seemed intelligent. And, by the scent, owed his allegiance to HawkClan.

"Exploring is necessary for any prince," he replied automatically, not bothering to elaborate on what he referred to as 'prince.' Though the Shadow Veil lacked a formal royal line like SunClan had, Quasar still considered himself royal by default -- especially when his father claimed to be king of hell and his mother the queen of vampires.

But he supposed he should be less invasive. After all, he wasn't close to home anymore -- he was near HawkClan's turf; he couldn't afford to be as aloof as he usually was, if he intended to get along without arousing suspicion. "I was looking for traces of that Ruiner assassin that did your former leader in, but so far I am turning up nothing useful," he offered, his nose crinkling with disgust at the thought of that Clan. Quasar, obviously, held no love for them.

Caving, as a concept, seemed simple enough to Quasar -- then again, he supposed he never went inside a cave before, so that assumption may or may not hold. He looked between those that spoke up, supposing this meant there were already volunteers for the first round. That suited the duskguard just fine. The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Angeldust captured and Levi missing in action. The black hybrid's gaze looked up to the sky, gaze squinted to pick out the outline of the Solar City in the distance. No doubt, Suga rolled in his grave -- how far his beloved SunClan had fallen. But Quasar still felt drawn to his birthplace, perhaps out of the shared past he held with those that lived there. Possibly because his parents' corpses remained there. Multitude of possible reasons fluttered through his chaotic mind, but the prince knew the truth could hardly be so simple.

But still here he stood, well enough away from the border that he doubted a wayward patrol would catch him. Did he dare to risk sneaking in? He remembered Levi's hostile voice when he last visited, and Quasar's own threats in turn. He scoffed, air passing through his nostrils in a forceful huff. He claimed next time he visited SunClan he'd, what was it... put their heads on pikes. Right. Though he had little intentions of doing so now.

Sighing to himself, the wayward prince licked his lips, taking what he assumed would be his last glance at the Solar City for a while. There was work to be done in the Shadow Veil, now that he had a proper rank with duties and responsibilities to uphold. Loitering here only invited his own downfall, emotionally and physically. Jaw clenched, he turned on his paws but couldn't bring himself to take another step or unfurl his wings to do so for him. How pathetic, to be emotionally tied to a place that despised him and praised his father's murderer.

GARETH -

All his worries apparently bothered him for nothing, and they melted entirely away at his sister's warm embrace. Breathing in her scent, his muscles relaxed at the familiar mix of clove and nutmeg, though mixed in with the strange tang of ColouredClan. But he was no better -- the Shadow Veil's scent was all over him, including a strong semblance of Fragilepast, Sekhmet, and the rest of his adopted family. His own scent, of elm and vanilla, seemed smothered by it: perhaps a physical metaphor for how he tried to smother his old self with his new reality. But now was less about him and more about his sister; he did not want to think about the troubles of his busy mind with her in his arms.

At her questions and words, he waited for her to finish before speaking, not wanting to interrupt. He felt it would be unnatural to be so cruel as a cut off her joyful ramblings. "I had a hunch at least one of us might have made it to ColouredClan, with the stories Mother told. I caught your scent on the border and... well, I'm here," he explained, carefully appraising her face and subtly checking her body to make sure she hadn't been injured. He did not trust ColouredClan very much, as he had little experience with them -- he just knew they weren't allies with the Shadow Veil and they had a turbulent history with SunClan. But Clove seemed the picture of health, so he supposed she was fine.

"I... I haven't heard from the others, not a trace of scent in the wind or rumor from other Clans. I've been keeping an eye on the Sanguine Ruins, but I don't think they're being held there," he added, his voice lowering to a quieter hush at the mention of those bastards. His home's alliance with the Sanguine Ruins, though it made him uneasy, was useful -- he had heard of Angeldust's capture and planned to do something about it, but he heard little about other SunClan prisoners. He shook his head before continuing, "But I've been in the Shadow Veil, all this time. Sekhmet and Fragilepast met me at the border shortly after Mother and Father died. They've adopted me, and for a long while I focused more on becoming their prince than looking for... those that reminded me of the past." The admission was difficult, but he did it. He would not run any longer.

He breathed in again, closing his eyes as he attempted to gently rest his chin atop her smaller head. "I've missed you so much. You should come with me to the Shadow Veil -- you'll be safer there, I have rank of my own and my adopted family to keep us safe. And the Sanguine Ruins wouldn't dare break the alliance with us, I'm sure of it," he told her, his voice elevating slightly in pitch and speeding up as he grew excited by the idea. He knew things would never be the same as when they were young cubs, but it seemed wrong for them to be apart.

Three came to greet him and his demand -- though he ignored the priest, since the small demon said nothing to him and looked about as threatening as a pincushion. Barbara and Bucky, though, they said some interesting things that made the gears in Quasar's head turn. He was especially surprised at the anger that jumped from his heart to his throat at the appearance of the Ruiner Queen; though, he supposed he hadn't tried to guard his feelings on that matter. He almost expected her not to show, to consider it beneath her to talk about one of their mere prisoners.

But here she was, and it took a lot of self-control for the prince to keep his gaze neutral as he looked at her. She was so frail compared to his jaguar-kitsune form. It would be so easy to attack her -- but she had backup here, and he did not fancy starting a war with the Sanguine Ruins. Sekhmet would be so disappointed in him. The gold tar-like liquid continued to flow from his maw, now a small puddle in the sand beneath his paws, as he controlled himself.

Anything he was about to do to the queen, however, was interrupted as Bucky's words stole Quasar's attention. A thin-lipped smile tugged at his lips, pulling them apart until his stained teeth were revealed. "You have my gratitude, Bucky Barnes," the monstrous creature replied, voice smooth and nearly purring. It was this Bucky Barnes that allowed him this glorious opportunity to take his revenge on the traitor that ruined his life. His paws shifted before he walked through the sands, across the Ruiners' border into their territory. Oh, if his father and mother could see him now, consorting with those that tormented their precious SunClan for so long. Quasar wondered if they would approve of his deception for vengeance or condemn him for turning his back on the values of his birthplace. But he supposed it didn't matter; they were dead, and vengeance was for the living, anyway.

"While I'm here, I will try to stay out of Ruiner business; I am only here for revenge, and I will return to the Shadow Veil when my goal is complete. Is there anything I should be aware of during my... stay here?" he spoke, his golden gaze drifting from each of the three. So far none of them seemed to recognize him as one of Suga's offspring. If they did, they didn't vocalize it or otherwise give signs for him to pick up on. But he supposed it mattered little. If they dared to make the first move against him, he knew his family back in Shadow Veil would not be happy -- Quasar would get out of this place without a scratch on him, regardless if they found out, which was more than he could say for Angeldust.

Nothing permanent, his mind whispered to him as he walked into what passed as a prison in the Sanguine Ruins. SunClanners didn't torture, Quasar knew, even his rage wasn't enough to convince him to completely throw away the values his parents raised them to have. But, to bend his values in the face of his parents' killer, that seemed a little bit different. A touch more permissible. And would it truly be the worst torture if he left no marks, no damage that couldn't be healed? Minus the psychological, of course -- because Quasar would never emotionally recover from the early deaths of his parents, why should he care if Angeldust walked away with any mental issues?

But he was not a monster. Not yet, anyway. He brought very little with him, just a small bag of tools he hurriedly made after his arrival in the Sanguine Ruins. If he had not been rash and reckless about all this, he likely would have more than a half-baked plan with some crudely made instruments. But, if he wasn't reckless, he wouldn't be standing here, ready to do this. Ready to fall into the darkness of his soul.

Spying the form of Angeldust, however the Ruiner had tethered them down, the black jaguar-kitsune made his way over to the form. Golden liquid the consistency of half-baked fudge slid down his eyes and muzzle as Sekhmet's corruption took hold inside him -- but, this time, he welcomed it. He would fall to the darkness within him if it made him better at extracting his revenge. He just wanted to feel better, to feel just a bit like he felt before his world crashed down around him, was that too much to ask?

Attempting to pick up the back of Angeldust's head before slamming the captured creature's face into the ground, the Veilian half-growled, half-hissed his hatred. "Listen real fucking good, because this is the only time I'm going to speak to you tonight. You killed my parents. You stole my life from me before it even begun -- you stole the lives of my siblings! You stole our happiness, our parents, and our trust in SunClan. You betrayed my father. You make a joke out of all of SunClan by walking around the streets after what you've done, hanging off of Levi's arm and giving him princes and princesses with your filthy blood," he snarled, rage distorting his voice as all the pent up rage within him flung out of his throat in an instant. This was his therapy -- this is what he needed, not hugs and kisses from his adopted family or more books than he could ever read in his lifetime. He needed the sweet taste of violence on his tongue and blood between his toes to feel again.

"My sister and I will never forgive or forget you. In turn, you will never forgive or forget me, will you? You will remember my name, Quasar Arcanium, until your death," he continued to snarl, fire hissing and crackling around his teeth as he drew on his power. Licking his teeth, he quickly unwrapped a small package of minuscule glass shards wrapped in paper. He would then attempt to blow the shards of glass into Angeldust's eyes. Not permanent -- treatable, but torture Quasar knew would sting. With every blink the glass shards would be driven deeper into the eyes, but every moment without blinking hellfire all the same.

ANGELDUST P.

The black hybrid walked in, disguising his discomfort at being around so many of these beasts. He could not easily pick out which ones played the crucial roles in their war against SunClan, but he supposed it mattered little. The visitor supposed he had little business here, but he wanted to gather information. Besides, with Barbara's nonchalant approach towards leadership, she doubted she would care -- especially since he was just a visitor from an allied Clan.

So, nervously settling in where he stood, the black jaguar-kitsune looked up to where Barbara stood, waiting with the others for her announcements.

He'd been doing a lot of shit on the side for himself -- sneaking off to ColouredClan to visit Clove, sneaking off to SunClan, sneaking off to the Sanguine Ruins to torture somebody... yeah, he supposed he needed to actually do something in the Shadow Veil. Otherwise his karma meter might come bite him in the ass tomorrow. Four tails flicking energetically behind him, he laid out a bunch of architecture plans and drawings out in front of the cathedral. Time to get down to business.

"ANYONE WHO LIKES BOOKS OR BUILDING STUFF, GET OVER HERE! LIBRARIES DON'T COME OUT OF NOTHING!" Quasar yelled, trying to get some people's attention. He didn't want to build the whole thing himself -- it'd take forever.

>> permission given to build this beautiful copy of the Liyuan Library (x x)

Hm, what task to give to soundcheck -- he had something in mind. "Could you pass out weapons? To Shadow Veil members or you could go visit one of our allies," he suggested with a tilt of his cranium.

His hesitance ended up useful to him; he waited long enough to hear Gareth's words. Glancing over his shoulder, the black hybrid shortly thereafter turned around to face the older Arcanium. He vaguely recognized his half-brother, from his younger years in SunClan, playing with the rest of the princes and princesses in the pyramid. He half-expected to be attacked on sight -- Levi implied such last time he came over for a visit -- but Gareth seemed... defensive, but not offensively hostile.

"Nostalgia. Even monsters occasionally miss their birthplace." Quasar almost... almost considered himself a monster, after what he did. He made the choice between vengeance and justice; he chose vengeance. But, more than that, he chose to side with the Sanguine Ruins for his vengeance. He pacified himself at the time by reminding himself it was war and that he could fight them another time, but the opportunity to torture Angeldust would be gone if he hesitated for too long. Quasar did not usually hesitate, so he hadn't.

His golden eyes, identical to Suga's and Clove's, narrowed marginally as he analyzed his half-brother. "I didn't cross the border, and I'll be leaving shortly if my presence bothers you," he continued, not wanting to create more animosity with his own blood. Before meeting his sister, he wouldn't have cared to burn another bridge, but now? Now he'd almost knock his own teeth out before doing so.

"But I'd be surprised if it does. How could it, when you live with the traitor. Angeldust walks the same streets our father did -- doesn't that infuriate you? That he still gets to live after what he did," he spoke, voice bitter and filled with tartness, surprising considering his younger age. Torturing the traitor made him feel so much better, but it hadn't brought Suga back. And he found his negative feelings and emotions starting to spill over again, until he started to wonder if he needed to continuously torture his enemies for some relief from it all.

Hearing his mother's telepathic call, the nearby jaguar-kitsune hybrid walked over with a relaxed, confident gait. The subject matter interested him greatly -- any chance to expand his knowledge was welcome, especially for useful skills like medicine. Sitting next to Molina, he glanced at her before adding his own input, "I like the proposal. Perhaps you can host one in the Shadow Veil and one of us could host one in your Clan? Though I do believe Molina and I are more prone to... violent demonstrations." They could probably tone it down for their allies, but he thought it fair to warn them.

He grunted as a burst of wind made him pause -- he couldn't see with the wind slicing into his eyes, so he could do nothing but brace against the wind and dig his claws into the ground for stabilization. Growl in his throat when the wind subsided, he grimaced. He had no idea who the fuck this massive hybrid was, but he didn't care; all Quasar needed to know was that he sided with a traitor. "You're outnumbered and outgunned. I suggest you leave with your tail tucked," he growled, before opening his maw and adding his own fire breath attack to his mother's assault on Deathstroke and, to a lesser extent, the piggybacking traitor.

Her reasoning sounded logical to Quasar, so he held no arguments against the neutrality with Riverside or the events -- to keep alive in this crazy world, their home needed to continuously evolve, and he held no doubts that these moves helped keep them in the right direction. He lifted his chin as his mother started with the promotions and demotions, his ears flicking as he heard them. Guitarstrings, Sleepwalker, Soundcheck, and Steve stood out to him most of all; he saw the three around, and they all seemed very promising. The others, too, but he unfortunately hadn't seen them in actions as much.

Hearing his promotion, alongside his father and favorite brother, the black hybrid looked over at Su with a grin, about to offer his congratulations. But his golden eyes narrowed as he saw Shu give them first, but outright ignoring Quasar himself. Gritting his teeth, the prince turned his attention away from his adopted brothers, swallowing the bitter pit in his throat. Instead he attempted to bump Molina's side in a friendly gesture. "Let's keep up the work -- I think we make a good team," he spoke, remembering their divide and conquer approach to the party. Perhaps he should start getting closer to Molina and Fragilepast, rather than focusing so much energy on his adopted brothers and mother. Sekhmet approved of him -- but he had the sense that he'd never be as close with his brothers as he was to Clove.