Posts by zjarr.

He wasn't abandoned by his mother—he left home on his own accord. To deal with the death of his father, whose blood lay on his innocent hands, was far too much for him. So he vanished into the unknown...well, ThunderClan. Whatever. And he learned to forget in time, but he never forgot that say. It was the day a demon took control of the old soul's body and changed his life.

In the midst of endless darkness, Zjarr could just feel the presence of someone. And their scent was far from recognizable. "'Ey, 'ey!" the dingo called out. "Name and business."

The name Saltpaw was surprisingly not the weirdest name he ever heard. His eagle was named Gaz, his commander was named Soap and he swore he saw an Eggpaw before. His name wasn't all too special either—it was just a word in Albanian that sounded cool. "You're in a Clan, kiddo." The dingo huffed before continuing. "This is ThunderClan. We've had medics 'n' all, but I ain't sure we have any professional healers right now." Hearing what just passed his lips, he felt a little frustrated. Yikes, what kind of situation were they living in? It was just...sad. Maybe this Saltpaw kid wanted to fill in that role if he was so curious. "Are you here to join, or are you just passin' by?"

Zjarr knew Nymeria had some healing knowledge, but he didn't know if she still wanted to go down that medic path. Someone who'd at least try to act like a healer around here would be nice. "Kid? Not a problem. I've seen kits become leaders," the dingo remarked with a soft laugh. "Welcome to the Clan. Name's Zjarr, nice to meet you."

interaction with Zjarr? He'd try to be somewhat supportive but would still be disappointed that his sole child is in an AntiClan while he's in a ProClan, and he'd feel very conflicted bc of that.

Sure to Icey, who makes?

And a definite yes to the threads with Sav and Vani! Maybe the Vanillabean thread will lead to Sav's capture?

rad mdude, thanks

considering mass adoptions with some plot characters, hmm...

//apologies for belated post!

@( saltpaw )

Rain, rain, fuck off. Come back some other day. The dingo stared out of a window in his cabin, a particularly annoyed expression masking his face. He was planning to go on a brief hunting trip, but now he was more or less trapped in. Zjarr didn't like rain all too much; he much preferred a sunny day so bright you'd practically melt. He was adjusted to warmer temperatures, especially in this body and his lion form. However, he wasn't used to long periods of boredom. An immediate solution could be getting drunk, but he was trying to act more like a normal, functioning being lately. That simply wasn't an option today. Watching the raindrops splatter against the window, he placed his head on his paws and sighed.

YOU WILL LAUGH AND I WILL CRY :: private

Zjarr waited for the others to register before signing his name onto the sheet himself, quickly backing away soon after to let others pass. Was his work supposed to be already finished? He didn't have jack shit done, and all of the artwork he made long ago was somewhere in his cottage.

"Samuel, just chill. A'ight? Chill." So this was the German Shepherd he could recall. He remembered a bold, outgoing, confident canine that could handle pretty much any tough job. And here he was now. It was funny, but Zjarr didn't dare laugh or try to humiliate his friend. Arachnophobia was fairly common and an understandable fear. Spiders were creepy, and they were indeed crawly, but he, for one, wasn't afraid of them. Nothing really seemed to scare him anymore...save for typical things like failure and losing family. Hell, he was even a bit of a masochist at times, but that was mainly to freak people out and to get his sick kicks.

that's fine! ^^

sure! who makes?

Lizardbounce

A shot glass was slammed onto the table, along with a bottle of rum. "Yo ho, a pirate's life for me," the canine chuckled, eagerly pouring a generous amount of the dreaded liquid into the glass. His adoptive sister Selfdestruction was into pirates and shit. Maybe rum was practically water to her at this point.

Ah, family. Where did they all go? Brightheart disappeared, and Maxwell fled the Clans to wherever the hell he was now. He rarely saw Witheredreaper anymore. Selfdestruction was alive and kicking, but they didn't speak very often. Zjarr's young niece, Maybelle, StarClan bless her precious soul, had long since passed away. His children had disappeared as well, all except for his most recent: Savannah Ignibus, and yet he had no clue where she was either. His girlfriend Lupa had also plummeted to her death more than a year ago, and his mind still lingered on such a dreadful subject. "I want them—no, I need them back," he remarked to no one in particular. How would the demon get them back? Summon other demons, perhaps. Or maybe he just wouldn't. Ever. He'd just stick to alcohol, the only thing that mattered now.

thanks!

bring him back

"Has darling dearest come back home?" His voice was hinted with sarcasm and frustration. Where the hell did Savannah run off to? And where did she come from? She didn't seem to bear any scent, neither ThunderClan nor HawkClan. Did she just come down from the sky like fucking Jesus or what?

Holy shit, I've become my dad. Except I'm not dead.

This was his own flesh and blood. Why would he dare approach her in such a manner? The dingo cleared his throat and extended a forepaw to the injured kitten. A splinter, eh? Not a problem. "Alright, kiddo, come here. Come to Dad." He didn't like cutesy names for spouses or children—Savannah could call him "dumbass annoying asshole" instead of "Daddy" and he wouldn't care one bit.

"I'll help ya out. There's a catch, though," Zjarr added, raising a metaphorical eyebrow. "You're gonna stay here with me in my cabin for the time being and tell me what exactly you've been doing away from me and your mother. You've gotta promise me that, or else you're treating that piece of wood your own damn self, got it?" He was curious, and though this was his daughter, he was still willing to use manipulation and force. Simply put, some demons just didn't care. He did care, though, and he loves Savannah like any other daughter. But her running away from both him and Vanillabean, and at such a young age, was irritating and filled him with rage that some people would deem unnecessary.