Posts by zenith m.s.

The hellhound female happened across the stranger, the first of the ragtag group to approach him. At least, she neither smelled nor saw any of the others around. So, with some level of cation to her steps, the canine beast approached him. Though she saw no indication he would turn violent, he did look high as fuck with that stupid grin on his face. She had seen a few things in her lifetime, but she certainly was not used to strangers lounging on their border like it was a drug den.

"Your business with the rogues?" she asked him, her bark low in pitch despite her sex. He certainly seemed lost in thought, so she added a bit of extra volume to make sure he snapped out of it.

She liked this one -- as evident by the wide grin that broke out across her face as she wandered over. For such a rough and tumble Clan, most of her siblings seemed so uptight. Or, at least good and wholesome. Perhaps they listened too much to the parts of them that required submission to Fourthwall. Then again, scorpio and aquarius were infamously independent signs; perhaps she and her brother were just the odd ones out.

"Yo, Imrek. You got any interesting New Year's resolutions I can jump in on?" she barked as she made her way over, just one of many hellhounds in this see of Fourthwall's brood. Casting an annoyed eye at her father, she realized the Clan was almost entirely made out of his spawn, most of which were bound to obey his orders.

>> i aged up aqua to be 12 months lol

The hellhound's nose scrunched up in distaste as she read the note; so their only healer randomly took off to one of their enemies? How potentially traitorous. If not traitorous, then downright foolish. Huffing, she figured he might already wear shackles this very moment; after all, she hadn't seen him in a while, and verifying the age of the note teetered on impossible.

"Great, one rescue. Will that be all, or should I order a side of fries?" she muttered, a somewhat deranged laugh in her voice. Fine, looked like the ragtag small bunch of her idiotic family members would go up against the most battlehungry group kicking. Sounded like a good Friday night to her.

Her ears twitched as she heard his resolution, a grin on her expression as she looked back at him. Ah, as if there existed any doubt she would join him in this; the blackheart rogues seemed to grow boring to her with each passing day; she wanted to get out and stretch her wings. But, of course, her father's hold meant those dreams remained bottled up inside her.

Leaning forward, she whispered to his ear, "I'm working on loopholes." Loopholes to what? Obviously their allegiance to him; Aquarius wanted to figure out just exactly how far the limits of the alpha shit went. Then it was a matter of marching up to that line and pissing on it.

>> i can see these kids are gonna be the thick as thieves twins lmao

"Ah, Anxiousthoughts wins again! I suppose this means I owe you cookies, but don't be surprised if they're inedible," she barked with a slight shrug. "We can have another round, obviously!"

>> muse said not today

Forging large weapons for her fellow rogues took more time than she anticipated; still, the hellhound lived for the challenge. Besides, it filled her days with something besides grumpily fighting the hold her alpha-father held over her demonic mind. Thus, the first weapon was the simplest; just a broadsword, as Roman requested. She'd gotten his specific dimensions and gave the blade a double-sided edge with quite the lethal tip -- complete with a ruby gem in the center, which she'd added to fit his aesthetic. Now, the leather sheathe? That surprisingly gave her more difficulty, since she dreaded working with leather, but she hated the thought of her creation rusting or chipping away to nothing.

Standing out in the fortress with the sheathed sword and a small bag, containing a whetstone and a matching chain, she barked, "ROMAN, YOUR SWORD'S READY!" She had no idea where the bugger liked to hang out, so she resorted to calling for him obnoxiously.

ROMAN!

Alright, so Crown, Roman, and Feverdreams got bumped up -- as well as a bunch of events being planned and all that. If she were anymore eccentrically strange, she likely would have started a gambling pool for who Osric would choose as his executor; her money was on Astral. So, doing the next best thing, she turned to the other leader expectantly, curious if he'd have other announcements for them.

smoking, drinking, flirting, possible one night stand with aquarius lol? i need to get her to have some fun.

smoking and drinking works!! c:

who makes the thread?

traack

The black, emo tigress walked over with her usual frown; she usually stayed holed up in her room listening to the most terrible screaming emo music while reading weird poetry, but today felt different. She felt like getting some sun, finally. "Give me something good, Dad," the feline moodily grumbled, tail flicking behind her.

Reaching the end of her try-hard, emo phase, the girl transformed back to her birth body -- a lovely Savannah F1, with quite the long limbs and auburn fur. Soot discolored the area around her paws, face, and chest from her burning her pages of bad poetry and most of her bad sketches. She did not want to be a brooding girl anymore; staying locked in her room invited the world to move on past her while she stagnated and obsessed over nonsense. She wanted to experience the world, not just ignore it.

Stepping out of her house in Coloured Town, her blue eyes glanced around the streets to see if anyone was about at this early hour. But it was dawn, and it seemed most people had yet to rise for the day; growing confident, she set about moving through the streets, sketchbook and pencils in a small bag bouncing against her ribs. Now, what to draw? She honestly held very little memory of what beauty her home held, so she felt herself at a bit of a loss -- had they any fountains, any interesting buildings? She could practice real perception on the many colorful buildings. Or, perhaps, anatomy by creepily staring at people as they passed through the central hub of the town.

"Perhaps a sketch of something small to start out with?" she murmured to herself, feeling as though she wouldn't want to linger in the busy areas after all. What if things got too busy and people tried to talk to her? How... nightmare-ish. Perhaps, she supposed sourly, that she used her phase as a convenient excuse to succumb to her socially awkward nature. With a sigh, she looked up and picked up her pace from a walk to a trot. Fine, she just had to resolve to do better, hadn't she?

Biting the inside of her checks, the nervous Savannah trotted until she nearly ran into the railing hugging the road against the cliff-side. Eyes widening as she saw the sea -- and finally saw it, as beautiful and elegant rather than just another fixture of her home -- she sat back on her haunches. Ah, yes, she thought trying to sketch this might be a good idea.

The redhead appeared, finally out of her room and decidedly convinced to get involved more in her Clan -- but it seemed they were ColouredClan no longer. Still, the same people and traditions remained, surely the change was only a superficial one, at best. Still, Yuri especially seemed quite disgruntled. But she stayed silent, not thinking she was really involved enough to chip into the discussion at hand.

no rush !! it's free art, focus on school first c:

track with zen!!

Zen, naturally, felt up to a game with her mother-father. She spent little time with her family -- or anyone, for that matter -- in her embarrassing "fuk the world" phase, so she wanted to make up for it. "There are too many guessing games for that to narrow it down. I-spy? Pictionary? Two truths and a lie?" she meowed with an amused tone to her voice as she walked over.

The dock never seemed used by anyone except Prismatists, so Zenith found this quite an interesting event, much like Arcadefire. Trotting up to the two with her satchel by her side, the ginger Savannah curiously appraised the stranger. He certainly seemed normal enough, and he even looked a touch similar to her -- minus the butterfly wings and Serval-spotted tabby pattern, of course. "Say, where did you come from?" she asked, wondering where he got that boat and learned to sail it, too.

It seemed a little early to prepare for Valentine's day for the young Savannah, but she supposed it would be nice to attend this. She didn't exactly like the more violent pastimes that were so common, so doing something such as this seemed... nice.

>> blind dating

Characters Name: Zenith

Gender: female

Preferred Species if Any: n/a

Sexuality: bisexual

Platonic, Sexual, or Romantic?: Platonic

Other:

>> gift exchange

Characters Name: Zenith

Clan: ColouredClan / Prismatic Plains

Gifts Wanted: sketchpads, drawing charcoal, pencils, anything related to art supplies !!

Other: she'll deliver it personally