Posts by Nightingale.`

woah i didn't realize you played amour like what ??

and sure! who makes? i can if you want

Ah, what a nice feeling to be spoiled and smothered again.

The apprentice smiled and nodded. "Don't kill me with kindness, guys," he joked, adding, "Also my leg hurts like a bitch, but I think I'm damn fine as I am. Thank you though, Uncle Mike." While he swore like no tomorrow, his tone was affectionate. He took the canteen end in his mouth, lapping up water at a pace he normally would ... Okay, well, maybe if it was Nile water. He finally nudged it up and let go, giving it back to his uncle.

"Sorry if I slobbered a bit," he joked good-naturedly.

/ tfw you write while you play LoL

who do i trust anymore asdf

ooh im game for that, should i make or you? bc i love making threads lmao

/ ok i know this is irrelevant but i am on such a winstreak in LoL guys

also i havent slept yet dont feel tired so im 99.99% sure im slowly losing my marbles, it is 7 am help me

and i promised my dad i'd go see a movie with him

internal screaming and crying

also ... ICly presses f? jk

Pissed off at the smug remark, Piratepaw narrowed his eyes and - now that they could finally see "eye to eye," so to speak - grabbed his bat and aimed a rock at the dragon's face. Dropping the bat nonchalantly, he cursed under his breath before muttering, "Let's go home." The walk to Harrow Desert from Chief Canyon was long enough as it was without Mingan being a bitch about it. Leading the way, Piratepaw sprinted off, waiting for his siblings to follow him.

Piratepaw had braced himself a bit for some sort of scolding from his stepfather; words of disappointment and discouragement. From the moment he stepped foot in the Ruins, him and Yuu had never really stood on good grounds together. However, that may have been more of the fault of a bad first impression than anything else. Still, Piratepaw wasn't thinking about that, he was thinking about what Yuu was going to say. That he was worried? Did Yuu even care about him?

Nevertheless, he replied, "Thanks, Yuu." He wasn't sure what to make of him, though. Maybe he should try to spend more time with the guy and give him a chance. But he also had a feeling Yuu would probably find some magical way to make it awkward. Asshat,he thought, wondering how such a loser got around to dating his mom.

/ track, since there are some IC comments of pirate's "death" here we can just assume he was kidnapped still during this meeting and heard about it later from someone/NPCs :)

It wasn't smart to join. He knew that from the start.

But Piratepaw was ever persistent on following the battalion. He drew on his bloody crown and skull-and-crossbones across his chest, a bit more refined this time but still a messy scrawl. He kept his bloody cloak with him, hoping it would hide his wounds, though he also knew it would make him more easily identifiable to the attacker he had just come back from being captured by. Then again ... he had kicked her ass once, and coming back as soon as he had been down for the count would only prove a point in his mind. He did not smile, but was ready to defend the Ruins, no matter the cost.

"Thanks, Billie." If she ever needed him, he'd be at her side in a flash.

/ could i OOCly get one for piratepaw and it could be assumed he asked Yuu about it once he got back ? xD

Attack his Mum? Well, he wouldn't try to hurt her. A playful look on his face, he aimed to latch onto Always's shoulder with lightly unsheathed claws, or give her a light tap at least. He wasn't going to go all-out on his mother during training, where it didn't entirely matter. That, and he wasn't feeling conflicted or bored enough to be serious anyway. Sending Always back to Billie was the last thing he wanted at the moment. Not that he thought that he'd conk her over the head like he often did his other opponents, but he was just too protective of her, now that she had been reborn at some point.

The violent depiction stood in his mind.

He felt a mixture of emotions at his mother's tone. She was sad, angry and motherly all in one hurting, inwardly bleeding form. He felt his ears droop a bit with sadness, maybe a little embarrassed that she was doing this in front of everyone, yet was now wise enough to know that this was a time to set his pride aside. Everyone had hurt from this, whether he had known it or not. Being away must have really impacted the group. He swallowed his feelings, every word uttered and face he saw seeming to bring him on the brink of bursting out into tears. He purred sadly, so, so glad that his mother was here and not upset with him.

Recalling everything, he wasn't so sure he was ready to tell everyone what had occurred. He stood silent for a long, awkward moment, staring off into the distance as he entered the Exiles' lair again. He re-experienced the fear, the shock, the anxiety; his crazed instance, his crazed ability to survive; the last part, especially, knocked his socks off. It seemed the way he coped with things was reassessing himself constantly, viewing his trauma as if he weren't the one experiencing it. He accepted that he had, at least; that was a step to recovery.

Realizing what he had just done, he opened his mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words. He quietly meowed, "The largest cat I've ever seen. Corrine was her name. She's one of the Exiles." He could hardly speak without feeling chills run down his spine, followed by a low growl. She had humiliated him in full. "She was ... the reason I ran into Harrow Desert. She took the other half of my tail."

He was tired of hiding and cowering though, even during his sleep. He was done with her. Corrine would pay. "I appreciate the support, Mum. And I know the vendetta between us and those savages grows everyday ... but I'd like to bloody handle her myself. You can bring her here if you want. But I know I won't ever be the same if I'm not the one to put her in her place."

His new obsession would be of ridding that bitch from his fucking head. He would train relentlessly and push himself beyond his limits; whatever strength within him had kept him alive then, and possibly even smashed Corrine's head in with, he would harvest it. He would collect a power much more powerful than Mingan's or Corrine's, and he would practice it, refine it; something beyond their potential. His lust for blood and power only drove him on now, instead of partially entertaining him as he had before. This was what he wanted in life the most, and this was what mattered. It wasn't about items or being "king." It was about the pure, raw power it took to drive his enemies into the ground. The only way he could be happy was once he got his revenge.

A sword, he thought, recalling the siblings' scuffle with Mingan. I need a sword. A material item, made or produced with the type of quality to never break, never falter and cut easy. That would be what he would use. But such a thing could only be acquired with relentless hunting ... Whatever price it costs, I'll find it. If Agrelos had within it all of its mystical qualities such as rebirth, elemental abilities and the power to speak using your mind alone, then surely a powerful sword existed. And he would find it, no matter the cost.

Breaking himself free from his thoughts was the free-floating Garrus in the background. He seemed to be in a mood of some sorts, being away from him, but with Garrus, Piratepaw was always hesitant to reach out when he seemed to wish to be alone. Him and Garrus; they weren't so different. He was hurting as well, most likely in a different way than anyone else. In sympathy, he hoped Garrus's gaze would meet his as his eyes softened into confusion.

/ petra will not be pleased <_<

lmao yeet

i'll put it on my somewhat reliable mental to-do list <3

pi is bisexual. but he's still a kid (plus a brute at that) so his heart isn't easily swayed and if it was he would probably go from 0 to 100

plus he only trusts like, 3 people in the ruins? ok more like 2 1/2. and the 2 are girls and all of them are his family members

which is why i kind of have my own romance plots out for pi but they're extremely long-term and won't come to fruition for literally months

so basically pi just wants "the one" and isn't the type to casually seek out people, maybe in retaliation to Always and Yuu's relationship and mild, unconscious bitterness over Mischief's death

anyway that's why pi doesn't have a date to prom rippydippy

At the second leader's reply, a look of confusion befell his face. "Just like that? No initiation or anything?" Was she showing ... unconditional hospitality to him? Or was he just automatically trusted because of who he was? He refused to believe it. "I apologize if this rubs you the wrong way, but surely there has to be some bloody type of catch?"

Piratepaw had visited enough times to have experienced the bamboo forest, but had never quite ventured past that. Now, with his new membership status (though it was technically not in full yet), he marveled at the sight of the palace they had made their home. He had to admit, Uncle Mike had quite the set-up here; not to mention, the weather wasn't quite as hot-and-cold as the desert had been. It was perfect for bamboo to grow in. No wonder that bloke never comes around the Ruins as much!

Yes, this place would definitely make a great emergency place to crash when things looked bleak. He smiled, happy to have a back-up plan for when things went wrong. He supposed having ties to others was the luxury that family gave someone. Maybe he was a bit spoiled in that sense, he considered, regarding how alienated he often felt away from everyone. Standing in front of the palace, he took in the sight in awe, enjoying the fresh, peaty soil underneath his feet, which was a blessing for his callused paws. If they had this, he could only wonder what other landmarks the Dynasty held ownership of.

/ Smokey Eyes

Past, Present, Future ♕ private, Michael

i gotchu fam

It seemed Mike and his Dynasty would play a crucial role in his quest for vengeance. "Armor and poison? Never used those before, I could try. And I don't know if the sword I want even exists, bloody less, shut away in the Dynasty's weaponry cupboards, but thank you anyway."

He paused, holding his breath at the thought of what he would say next. "Given everything, I wouldn't mind being trained by you all as well. Two mentors, two groups taking me under their wing; I think that's what I need. I know I'm only seven moons old and that I'll struggle, but it is what I need. The Exiles won't be backing off anytime soon, and Corrine most likely has it out for me after what happened ... whatever did happen."

He let himself breathe a bit, still shaken by how much his life had changed within the matter of a week or two. Life didn't slow down for anyone, did it? But that was why he lived in the moment. "I really do hope that's alright with you all. Erm, by the way, Mum, I'm ... going to be apart of the Dynasty as well as the Ruins now. I hope that's jolly good with you?"

wtf omg lol!! handclappers

and considering everything piratepaw does?? fighting shit, wandering off for days without telling people, making people pissed at him, robbing random strangers, etc., etc., etc.

^ yeah he needs some real unconditional love right there. i imagine that he'll someday have a very movie-like relationship that is pretty from the outside but is so damn unhealthy on the inside. but sometimes that's just what people want, even if it's not good for them

and pi would also be very protective of Billie when it comes to dating

Piratepaw: OH NO SHES GOING TO GET STUCK WITH AN ASSHOLE LIKE MOM

but he will probably be very critical of Val

rip Garrus Piratepaw: this is why i have trust issues

it's completely normal to want to strangle a kid, especially if you have an annoying 12 year old brother who loves trolling roblox servers at 3 am

as long as you dont strangle him it's good

ok maybe also scare him a bit but it was just a joke

im a horrible older sister lmao

at least pretend to be nice

you're older so usually they have some automatic respect for you for some reason

@freshmanthatbragabouthavingseniorfriends

just bc they're old?

idk. weird to me