Posts by ALAKSIEJ S.I.

He just wanted a nap. He wasn't even that old, probably only two years or so, but he felt like a senior citizen. He could already imagine the noises that his knees and shoulders were making, they were probably clicking and rattling with each step he took. Which made sense with how little effort he put into taking care of himself. But he was pretty sure he'd be dying by next week at this rate. Not that it mattered as long as he got to take a nap before then. Because dying wasn't sleeping, dying was dying and sleeping was sleeping. There would be no waking up all refreshed, he'd just be a corpse on the floor, waiting for someone to kick him into any open hole and leave him there with the sun cooking his flesh.

Looking to the side he watched with tired eyes as Kinship kicked around a mossball. Lucky her, he'd never gotten to play that game. Maybe he would've asked to join her had it been any other day, but instead he'd carry on dragging himself across camp. At least he was trying to until he collapsed, head landing on his paws and staring straight ahead. Well, if fate wanted him to take a nap then he would. Glancing towards the small gray kitten he grumbled out, words slurring together before his eyes shut, "Don hit me..." And he was out cold, practically a punching bag or jungle gym for whatever kids came along next. They could probably throw rocks at his head and he wouldn't wake up.

Before he could even blink, or hope to get an answer from the hellcat, Arya and Bloodpoppy arrived. Blows were bulleted towards Witchsmark in the form of scathing words that flew past the hellhound's deaf ears. He didn't even attempt to turn his head to look at the mouth of the regent, he wasn't going to even try and figure out what was going on. Not with the sudden shift in the air, anger, tenseness, acidity. Whoever this cat was he was sure Arya had a good reason for doing what she was doing, for saying what she was saying. He respected her and he'd go along with whatever she said, but that didn't stop the burning curiosity within that made him want to figure out what was going on.

Although with a quick glance over his shoulder at the retreating forms of the mother and daughter he was quick to put the pieces together. They fucked. That solved one mystery he never wanted an answer to. With the arrival of Naomi and Speedfreak the warlord hauled himself to large paws, fixing Hadean black eyes onto the hellcat with a cool frown marring youthful features, taking a moment to read the mouth of the hellcat as he spoke.

Truthfully, he didn't care what Witchsmark did. Whether the father of Bloodpoppy, Tula, and Lucias joined wasn't his problem or business and he was sure that if he man did join he'd be able to ignore him just like he did most Ruiners. But he wouldn't be able to ignore the stiff feeling of hatred in the air. Even now it felt like it was hard to move through it, almost like his paws were glued to the ground from the tense air. He felt like if he moved Arya would notice and turn around to blow his head off with some laser-beam eyes or something.

For the felt like ages to his somewhat lost mind, slowly catching up on what was happening he finally spoke, "I don't care." Dark lips pulled back into a thin line, brows furrowing as he sorted out his thoughts and hoped they translated well into words. "You could join, don't fuck up, or you're dead." He had been trying to say something more along the lines of: I'll kill you if you fuck with Arya or her family, but with what felt like a tranquilized mind he'd instead muttered out a slur of words that nearly formed a sentence but fell just short and was a scrabble game of words.

"Be watchin' you," he finished, stepping back. Just because Arya hated him wasn't a good reason to turn someone away. Now if this guy was some child murderer, maybe, but even that was questionable with the moral mess that made up the Ruins. But then again if nobody liked this.. Witchsmark, then surely that meant they could hold him down and kill him. But he knew one thing, he was going to watch this guy like a hawk.

If he had to pick whether he'd rather be deaf or blind he would still pick deaf. The thought of not being able to see anything sounded just awful. He could survive in fights for the most part without his hearing, as long as he could see and rely on his peripheral vision he was a perfect combatant. Sometimes it did get difficult when he couldn't hear an enemy approaching from behind but for the most part he was okay when he had clanmates he could rely on to help him with his blind spots. But he honestly couldn't even begin to imagine what being blind was like. Walking around for your whole life without being able to see a thing sounded like a nightmare to him. He really couldn't even walk around his own pyramid with his eyes closed before he kicked something. So trying to maneuver through the entirety of the Ruins' territory without eyesight sounded like genuine hell. And so he was being nice to Redkit and helping him out.

With the small albino settled on his back the warlord stood before the Red Nile, nose lifted to the sky. "Inhale," he ordered to the son of Jace and Petra. "Smells like salty blood, remember. The Red Nile flows in from ocean. Saltier air the closer you're to ocean." Following the Red Nile was, for the most part a surefire way to find ones way around the territory. The hard part was crossing it, especially when it ran right through the middle of the territory. That was something he'd get to explaining in a moment.

// REDKIT E.D.

With the scent of sickness and vomit in the air the warlord was quick to trudge over, but careful to keep his distance. As much as he trusted his immune system he really didn't know what was wrong with Ace or Kinship and the messes they made throwing up all over the place. He couldn't claim to know a whole lot about the body or a whole lot about sicknesses or disease but he wondered if it was some kind of flu. But if there was one thing he did know was that it came from the Cartel. There had been a few of them that had smelled like death during the raid. Although he knew his nose, sensitive and powerful as it was, could've always been wrong, especially when he was more focused on actual combat than trying to figure out who was spreading disease.

Nevertheless he stared down at the back of Kinship from a safe distance, dark lips curling downward in displeasure as it settled within his mind that she was now the second Ruiner to get sick. And she hadn't even been near any of the Cartelians.. so it was Ace getting them sick now. Highly contagious. Turning to the third tier with black eyes narrowed into thin slits with an indecipherable flurry of emotions he muttered out, "Go back to pyramid, stay away, rest."

He didn't have anything against the Cartel, it was just another clan trying to get by. He fought them because he had to, it was his job as a warlord. He really wasn't interested in capturing and torturing them either, it didn't seem like it mattered all that much, not when they would just keep playing the same game again and again. Someone would be captured, someone would be raided, then that clan would get raided back and another animal would be captured. It was the same thing all over again. It was a pointless waste of time to him. And watching animals get tortured wasn't even entertaining, it was just something to blankly stare at and not quite process as he thought about his own problems. That didn't mean he wouldn't be here, especially not when he'd try to place his paws over Redkit's ears as he settled down nearby the prince. At least he couldn't see it, made it easier for Siej that he wouldn't have to put a paw over the kit's eyes either.

His biological family was all dead save for Redvelvet and Iokua. At least a few of them were dead, the others were presumed missing and at this point he considered them dead. He'd never had a relationship with them anyways. But he couldn't imagine himself going over to the Brigade to visit his living family. He didn't have a close bond with them like some animals did their family. And maybe it made him frown a little bit, made him feel a slight twinge of emptiness inside his chest, but he wouldn't acknowledge it. Not when he had Ace who was on his deathbed with the Cartel sickness or when he had Lucy who drank herself into a stupor everyday or when he had Kiyoshi and Ulla and Faye who he didn't even get to see anymore.

Sliding up beside Ace with a hollow gaze fixated onto Alucard the warlord felt his head loll to the side in curiosity. He already smelled like a clan, one he wasn't familiar with and that meant they had no relationship with the Ruins. So the wolf definitely wasn't joining. So what could he possibly need? Coming to ask for an alliance? Or seeking something else?

At least they were attempting it this time, or rather at least she was attempting it this time. Only somewhat larger than she was a week ago the chick was already beginning to shed her downy feathers and letting dark chestnut brown feathers spring out of her skin and grow across her wings. Still unsure of what kind of bird she was, the warlord could only assume that this is what she was supposed to look like, what her wings were supposed to look like. Although nothing explained why the feathers on top of her head were so spiky. It made her small head look something like a hedgehog but she was still... pretty-ish. He was sure she'd be fine though, it was just bird puberty. She was an adolescent bird and she was developing her feathers everyday. At least now she had strong enough talons that she could perch herself on one of his horns rather than remain nestled into the wild rat's nest of fur he had atop his head.

That was where they were now, him standing atop a dune with Maria stood atop one of his horns, soft clicks and chirps coming from her mouth as she shuffled back and forth along the deaf hellhound's horn. Whatever she was doing he didn't really care, he'd let her figure it out on her own time. He wasn't going to push her off- oh, no there she went, leaping off his horn with small wings flapping and flapping and flapping only to.. fail. Landing on the sand with a thud that went unheard by the warlord he stared blankly down at the chick as she laid there, almost like a corpse. Oh, fuck. She's dead.

He'd been told to do something involving arts and crafts before. And he'd tried, but it had really just been him sitting in front of a blob of wet clay that was falling apart and sliding all over itself. He had liked his blob of clay and had endearingly named it blobby before kicking blobby over and sending it flying across the sand. RIP Blobby. His disinterest in arts and crafts could probably go without saying. But he was here nevertheless, settled down nearby with paws working slowly to form his own face. He was already imagining the things he could do with it, tape it to someone's door in the middle of the night and wake up to the horrifying black eyes of one of their warlords... Or he could just do that himself. Chill outside someone's door and wait for them to wake up and just yell something at them.

Oh, he was done with his face. It looked... sort of like him. Whatever, it got the point across. And holding it with one paw he'd jam his other one through the paper face, destroying it and ruining his creation. Nicccccceee.

He didn't think he'd ever painted before, unless painting with blood counted, in which case he still had never done that. His one singular painting ( with blood ) had consisted of him drenching a paw in it and bringing it down onto the crown of his head and letting blood pool into his fur and roll down his forehead. It had gotten in his eyes and he hadn't been able to see for a little bit after that. But at the time he had just been doing what everyone else was doing, or rather, what Redvelvet had been doing. She was the one who'd started the blood painting thing that day and he'd really only wasted his time on it to make her feel better because nobody else was really showing up. Hard to believe that he'd cared about her at one point.

Head shaking at the memory he settled down nearby, still keeping a safe distance, he watched with narrowed black eyes to see what Ace was painting. A bird? Eyes trailed upwards towards Maria who was sleeping in his fur despite having a nest back in his pyramid. It wasn't Maria, this looked like a fully developed bird.. with arms and legs. Wait, what the hell was he looking at?

Born and raised in the Ruins it was easy to adjust, easy to roll with whatever happened because everything was a clusterfuck. The scents and sights were always annoying, his clanmates even moreso. Especially when they didn't listen! Sliding up he'd aim to snatch up Oleander by the scruff and move her away from Ace and Kinship. He thought he was an idiot but here they were trying to get everyone sick it seemed. What the hell were they doing away from the infirmiry or their pyramids? Shooting the pair a sharp glare he'd hold himself back from snapping at the pair of sickly Ruiners, their diseased scent making his nose wrinkle and stomach churn. They smelled worse, were they getting worse?

Shaking away these thoughts he'd glance towards Kalmia, a curious look to onyx eyes as he hoped someone had asked the necessary question. He was a bit too pissed of at Ace and Kinship to have been paying attention.

Looking towards Redkit as the small blind kitten asked the question he shrugged as he read the prince's lips. Oh, right, he couldn't see the warlord shrug. "Salt.. people," he answered back, a sideways glance towards the water. Oh, no, here came Ace with all his know-it-all information. He really did like the old kitsune, and he considered him a father, but where the hell was the man getting all this information? Brows cocked upward as he read the third tier's lips, confusion writing itself across his young features. What the hell was he talking about? Something with rocks and minerals? "...Yes." Now the main question being what the hell was Ace doing out here? Was Siej going to have to start herding him and Kinship around the territory and back into their pyramids like a sheepdog? Or get a cattle prod and jam them in the throats with it till they listened?

"Just salt," he'd grunt outwards upon glancing towards Naomi and Arya, brows furrowing upon reading the regent's lips. He didn't know where it came from, but it was there and he didn't want to know where it came from. Salt was salt and it was in the water. That was the end of it.

Watching with softened black eyes as Glitterglitch's mouth curled upward, moving around the laugh that he wanted to hear. At least his shitty joke made someone laugh, and got him a pawful of dirt and sand to the side. He really didn't know why Eva and Arya were angry with him, he thought it was kind of funny in a way that made him want to die. It was a good first attempt at being funny. Although it was a pun so he supposed just annoying everyone was the endgame, wasn't that right? Shifting his attention away from what he had thought of as a funny joke he focused now on what Glitterglitch was doing, planting something.

Head cocked to the side with lips pulled into a thin line he remained silent for a long time. He remembered having watched Redvelvet plant and grow something once on the border of the Ruins and the Veil. It had been some kind of tea plant he was pretty sure. The one that she'd used to make her see things, claiming she'd seen and spoke with the Red God. "What you growin'?"

Staring blankly down at the collapsed form of Maria he ignored Ace's words to instead focus on the small chick, silently hoping that she wasn't actually dead. But the pessimist side of him was definitely screaming something about her being fucking dead. Something about her little bones not being able to handle smacking into the ground from the height she'd been at, something about how they disintegrated and she was just a pile of skin and blood and feathers now. Paw lifting he gently prodded at the chick, feeling his shoulders unconsciously slump inward as she wriggled around in the sand, probably just enjoying the warmth of it. Thank fuck.

Glancing towards Ace now he'd cock his head. Whatever the kitsune said he'd missed it and instead he'd just point towards Maria and grunt, "Flying." Or trying to. Scooping her up in a paw he'd settle her back down onto one of his horns, hoping she'd get the picture and try again.

Oh shit, here came Arya. She was the one who'd told him to do this. Surely she was going to be an annoying shit about it. With a loud sigh, louder than he'd intended ( not that he could really tell ) he faced Eva with what appeared to be a forced grin, jagged and uncomfortable on his lips as he felt his brow furrow at her question. If he could turn into any animal what would he be? Himself but with hearing. He missed being able to hear shit, not that being deaf didn't sometimes benefit him, but he missed sounds like rain ( not like he'd ever heard it before anyways ), or he wanted to hear what Maria and her chirping sounded like, or what his friend's voices sounded like. "Anythin' with hearin'." He didn't care about the body, he could be a fucking rodent for all he cared but if it meant he could hear again then he'd be happy.

Now what the hell was Arya on about? Something about one of the fastest progressions in ranking or something? Oh, she was asking him something about leadership and what he'd do. Okay. Uh, shit, he didn't know. Oh, abolish whatever this fucking alliance was with the Exiles. Catch everything on the Delos side of Agrelos on fire. "..Um, stop fuckin' with kids." That sounded good, almost made him sound like a moral animal.

Sickness in the air made his nose wrinkle, it seemed that sickness was all he could smell as of late, especially when the two dumbfucks that were sick kept going out and about despite what they were told! Nose flaring in annoyance as he glared towards Ace and Kinship with black eyes he shot out, "Don't touch water." He didn't know shit about being sick or whatever, but he didn't want her nasty sick paws to contaminate anything. "Go home." Lips peeled back, revealing yellow and red stained teeth as he stared towards the two main patients. Quit fucking touching everything! Fucking go home! He didn't want to get any closer to them than he had to but he was pretty sure he'd have to grab them by their tails someday and chuck them into the pit just to keep them away from everyone. He was going to have a fucking heart attack with these to chuckleheads walking around.

Honestly, he didn't think a whole lot about Lilith after what he had assumed would be their first and last encounter. He was thankful that she'd shown him how to get home but for him that was the extent of their relationship. He'd never imagined that she'd be the one to get captured by one of his closer friends. Or, well, her and her brother. Although they weren't even friends, let alone acquaintances he couldn't help but feel his lips curl somewhat downward into a frown. Maybe he did feel some kind of pity for her after she had gotten him out of a bind of his own, but there was nothing he could do. It was out of his paws. He might've been a warlord and had to most authority here right now, but that didn't mean he could just order his clanmates around because he kind of owed her one.

Flicking his tail against Ace's side from the furthest distance he could manage he fixed a black-eyed glare onto the third tier before mouthing sharply, "Go." He didn't care if they were enemy kids, he cared that ( despite Ace keeping his distance for the time being ) he might get Cherrywine sick. And god knows she'd die on the spot if she got sick. Black eyes turning back towards Lilith he pursed his lips into a thin line, staring with a hollow gaze, wondering if she'd call him out and demand he help her like she had with him.

Per usual the warlord was there, hidden somewhere in the back with his head propped up on a paw and his other free hand doodling dumb faces and knives into the sand with a black claw. Although it would surely be beneficial for him to try and "listen" in to what was going during this meeting what with that sickness passing itself around amongst Ruiners he found that he couldn't be bothered. He'd get a nice summarized version of it from a friend when the whole thing was over like he always did. Although when he did get the information he needed surely he'd react as if something was on fire when he found out he was made a nurse. A poor choice, really, but one he wouldn't back down from. He loved a challenge and with all the sickness in the air he was sure Petra and Glitter could use all the help they could get. Even from him.

Like always, the nurse/warlord was there, trudging after his clanmates to figure out what was going on before stopping alongside them and staring blankly towards Naomi.