Posts by cicero- !

*:･ﾟ✧ that settled it. cicero was in the corner, have his own little argument within himself trying to see which clan he wanted to be on. he wanted blue, because they strived for peace a lot of the time, right? unlike his home, and all anticlans, but did that make him seem like a traitor? cicero was a lot of things but one thing he was not, was disloyal. but as his bestfriend, jimin, decided to lead the blue team, the bandaged teen would decide that blue was the team for him. he didn't know much about carmenere, and it was nothing personal, but he would not exactly feel the most comfortable going against his friend at something like this. however, he did see this as a way to get to know her. the strategies she used when it came to stuff like this, so if he needed to help her, he could. all in all, it was a win win, right? standing against jimin for a moment, he swayed his tail nodding. "cicero'll go on blue team!"

*:･ﾟ✧ cicero wasn't very fond of the tone that cory had used around carmenere. it made him.. scary. but then again, cory really was a scary creature, wasn't he? it was not like cicero feared the wyvern, because the lion feared nothing, really, but it didn't mean he didn't get a little freaked out every now and again. the tone was pretty malicious, but he picked up on some rather playful vibes too. hopefully, carm had heard the same. swaying his tail, the blackening lion sat down, his red orbs trailed to the garden, slightly lighting up with excitement. lilies were very pretty. "cicero thinks you are pretty good at gardening." he would nod with a soft smile.

*:･ﾟ✧ the crows seemed to be interested in the winged woman but, cicero still did not listen to them. they were rather creepy, and they made his life pretty hard, following him around all the time. gods, maybe he should of just seek what they wanted? but that was neither here nor there, right now. as he made his way near jimin, gently pressing his body against the hellhound's for a moment, he looked over the woman, who was unfamiliar to him. he had not seen her join.. maybe he was just slacking off that much. "cicero is cicero.. the commander of medicine. nice to meet you. " he used his paw to point at himself, as he noticed nobody else talked the way he did, which made some cause for confusion, in some cases, but cicero couldn't help it. he was not gonna to change the way he talked, any time soon so he hoped she wouldn't mind.

*:･ﾟ✧ this is a human au, in which the exiles are going to a ball! this is very formal, so tuxedos, very large and flaunting dresses! <3

gods, cicero was going to be late! as much as he loved formal parties and going to balls, he was just the worst at getting ready! he had his suit all picked out. a beautiful burgundy red, with a nice black tie, and it was almost enough, but there was one thing he hadn't had done.. his hair. oh his hair was so long, and cicero could only do two things to it, leave it down and brush it, or pull it up in a sloppy bun, and even that was a hassle. after all, his hair went all the way down to his legs! he had called a few of his friends over to help, but they too had to get ready for the ball, so it was easy to say that cicero was rather stressed. as he looked at himself in the mirror, he rubbed his red eyes, to remove the exhaustion from them, before his friends got here to help. he looked at his body, half dressed as he wanted to wait to put everything on until his hair was completely finished, his slim feminine figure easy to see, even in such a suit. he didn't mind it, actually, but he wondered how this would all look when he was finished.

*:･ﾟ✧ just the boys playing club penguin, online!! act like your character is actually a penguin!

the red penguin had fixed himself to put on some flashy wig and some odd looking costume. he had paid good money for it and so hopefully it was good and nice looking. though that was the least of his worries. cicero wanted to catch that big fish. he had be training hard, fishing nearly every day to try and get it, and finally.. finally he had figured out how to do so, and he was determined. he wanted nothing more than to do so. his eyes shifted to see if any of his friends werearound, gently shrugging before grabbing his fishing hat and pole, before going to the fishing hole, sitting down and patiently waiting for the catches to come in.

*:･ﾟ✧ whether or not cicero was getting any sleep these days was.. questionable. between his sickness, and his injuries from his mother, he was so exhausted.. it took a lot of energy for him to drag himself everywhere, but cicero was not a lazy lion, and he would not ever let himself fall behind. his tail lashed slightly as he stifled a yawn, shaking his mane, which was now streaking with random lines of black. he moved to sit by jimin, rubbing his muzzle slightly as he tried to force a smile on his purely tired face. "cicero loves how the sun can make the sky look so pretty.." he would mutter, but not to anyone in particular. he was just thinking out loud at this point.

*:･ﾟ✧ ah.. painting. it was something that absolutely calming to his antsy nerves. as the days went on, he felt more and more paranoid si anything that could get his mind off of that, would be amazing for him. as he moved to stand by jimin and cory, he held back the bile crawling up his throat before he just shook his nauseated head. "cicero will help too."

*:･ﾟ✧ "snacks?! oh, cicero wants snacks!" he exclaimed as he quickly took off his shoes, jogging up to jimin, quickly grabbing a cookie and putting it into his mouth. he moved to pull his hair into a messy bun, as he hopped back to the group with a goofy smile on his face. "what are we watching, v?" he would ask, blinking slightly.

*:･ﾟ✧ maybe it was those creepy crows that were always following him, but he knew about the storm that was approaching before he managed to hear the rumblings in the sky, and see the clouds. he thought nothing of it, however, and just managed to walk along the dark sand, occassionally stepping in puddles, having to nearly catch himself from falling over a few times, just from pure exhaustion. however, upon seeing his best friend, and ren, someone who he figured he could consider an acquaintance at this point, his face lit up, bounding over and gently nudging the hellhound with his nose, and giving a small tail flick against ren's flank, just in case the other did not quite pick up on his scent due to the wet weather smell that hung around. "cicero is glad to see you two." he didn't say why, which maybe he should of, because then he could of figured out why he was being followed so intensely by some birds, but he said nothing about it, only twitching his nose to look at the bucket the hellhound has. "shells?"

*:･ﾟ✧ cicero watched quietly as ren had snapped at the npc, protecting the snake rather quickly. it reminded him of what he had done when it came to bonnie, the overwhelming need to protect the bunny outweighing his normal feelings of needing to just.. let things be. his rounded ears twitched back and forth as he bounded over, looking over at dantes, flashing a toothy, childish grin before looking over at rentarou his red eyes slightly brightening. "cicero thinks ren knows. is that what you are gonna name them? katame? " he paused, looking at the snake, the glowiness around it suggesting it had been rather relieved that ren made an effort to save its life. seemed to be a common theme nowadays.

*:･ﾟ✧ cicero had. it was odd, considering cicero couldn't keep much food down these days, but he had done such a great job hiding that symptom as it always seemed like the growing lion was eating. he smiled gratefully at jimin as he ate the food, tugging back the fits of nausea and straight up not feeling well enough to hold it down, to brighten his gestures and gently rub his muzzle, which usually helped. "thank you, jimin. cicero knows you don't think you're the best cook, but you are pretty good to him!" he tapped his tail eagerly, shifting as he looked at the hellhound trying to to gage how he was doing. there was some fits of disgust and anxiety along his colored lines, but he was mostly coping by being busy. hopefully that worked for him. he looked over at dantes, again waving his tail in greeting before the commander just laid down his head, wondering who else would order something for jimin, even if they hadn't much wanted anything.

*:･ﾟ✧ the last thing the long haired teen needed was coffee, but he had a lot to do. being a person of importance was.. hard on the teen and even though he was barely getting sleep as it was, he couldn't afford to fall asleep now. tying up his hair in a half pony tail, leaving the rest down, the boy walked into the shop, waving in greeting to them all, before waiting for a moment. "can cicero have liquid cocaine please?" he was not going himself any favors ordering such a high intake of caffeine but he hadn't any choice. he pulled down his sleeves covering his most recent of bruises, as he looked at the cookies and other sweets. cicero was always a sucker for those, even if he was not doing too well at keeping them down recently. "and two or three of those." he would tap at the glass, gesturing to the cookies with a smile that was filled with exhaustion.

*:･ﾟ✧ "ah-" cicero caught himself, rubbing his head quietly as the pounding started. he moved to lay down on his back, legs stretching up towards the sky, his tilting curiously at this "kite." not something cicero had ever seen before, but he was not one to judge anyone for their odd things they crafted. staying still for a moment, the teenaged lion stood back up, shaking his head to remove fits of nausea as he looked at york. "york," he pauses gesturing to the fellow. "cicero sees you seem to be settling in.. are you?" he wants to make sure. he lives to please and if there was anything he could do to make york's like a little better, there was no doubt that cicero would do it.

*:･ﾟ✧ cicero hadn't seen her around much either but he didn't think to worry about her so much, at least in that sense. he still did wonder how the pup was doing after that brutal scene, which left him feeling like he could of done something more to stop her.. but was this just not the way of the exilers? to harm and to hurt? cicero was not one to do that, but if his clanmates wanted to, he would not stop them, as long as it wasnt to hurt another clanmate or his friends. twitching his tail slightly, the lion walked near the two, eyes trailing over to olympia, his ears twitching back. "hungry?" he would ask, noticing it off her colors, or aura to those who knew what it was.

*:･ﾟ✧ cicero was not good at commanding anyone. due to his unfiltered, and quite overwhelming need to please others, he was one being commanded.. not the other way around. nonetheless, he needed to make sure everyone within the medical syndicate had an idea of how this was going to go. yes, he was the commander but he didn't know all the herbs and basics of medicinal knowledge like he should of and he was sure with the help of the syndicate he could. and that was where this meeting came in. it would be a little, well probably more than a little, unorthodox for a meeting. it was.. more of a memory game. he had an npc who was very well versed in medicine and herbs draw up some cards, cards that had pictures of herbs and others things needed for medical, and then definitions. what they did. the lion had also set up some comfy pillows and blankets, and snacks. it was a meeting, but cicero wanted everyone to be comfortable. "cicero would like everyone in the medical syndicate to come here, i-if you know... they aren't too busy, please?" gods, he sounded pathetic. what kind of commander was this kid?

*:･ﾟ✧ oh the choices were pretty slim but be couldn't have his hair in the way! that would be informal and he didn't want to disappoint his friends. shifting himself as he felt the fingers run through his hair, momentarily enjoying the feeling before he forces himself back to reality, anxiously tapping his fingers on his legs. "the braid. do the braid." he would speak, the command feeling weird on his tongue as he briefly looked over at jimin. he did look amazing and so did moji, and helix as well. they all looked good, and cicero already felt like he would be put to shame by them, though he felt no ill will. they always had been far more beautiful than he, and he knew it. "you guys do look stunning." he would breath, closing his eyes for a moment as if to take a mental snapshot of the three. man, he would have to remember to take pictures of this to put in his memory book.

*:･ﾟ✧ yueliang was someone he had seen around a long while ago, and not so much nowadays. he wasn't sure how the other felt about him, but he would miss the fellow anyways. it was just who he was, missing everyone when they left. hell, he even missed cessna, despite her exile. the young lion sniffed the ground slightly, the familiar aura, that shared bits and pieces with pyrr, gone. there was barely a trace of him, but his scent which was quickly dissipating, causing his ears to flick worriedly. he leaned down towards the border, picking up the last bits of the scents before straightening himself, mumbling a silent pray to sithis, that yueliang would be safe, and sound, wherever his journey was to take him.

*:･ﾟ✧ //gosh I love him already

drinking was not something cicero did. he wasn't exactly opposed to it, but the las time he had drunk something.. well he didn't talk about it, but he absolutely ended up somewhere that he might of not been, had he been sober and able to keep his wits about himself. this was never anything he talked about, as everyone say cicero as a child. and with the way he desperately wanted to please others, just for a sense of a few words, it wasn't too far fetched to believe it, but cicero was old enough to do such things, alas he did them very rarely. walking over to jimin, the teenaged lion pushed his body against the hellhound's in a silent greeting, before moving to gently flick his tail across ren's flank in another quiet gesture, before turning to the hungover being. ah, hangovers were not uncommonly seen, but the commander never had one. or maybe he had, but this unusual sickness had masked the symptoms of one. it was too hard to tell. "cicero thinks you should probably eat before you start drinking a ton." he would pause, swallowing his own bile back. "helps with the hangover, this one read."

*:･ﾟ✧ well, there was always something to be feared, right? fear was a confusing emotion, one that cicero rarely felt. of course he was not exempt from feeling scared sometimes, but it was rare. cicero was just a little too headstrong on that front. creeping behind the hellhound, the lion would press his body against the other, just for a moment, before his red orbs trailed to chara. they seem quiet, and their aura seems to whisper things. he had not seem them before, yet something told him that they were not new. that they had been here before, and cicero was just not around to see it. jimin already asked what they wanted, so cicero was only there to hear their response.