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Title: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: moth on September 11, 2019, 06:53:18 PM
[[ before any confusion starts, I want to mention that Moth is also my character, so I gave myself permission to powerplay lmao ]]

Roman didn't have control over his actions, and hadn't for a while now. The souls in his body had been fighting for control ever sense he had joined the Pitt, and, eventually, there was one that started to show his head every now and then, having fought Warpaint and won, it continued to try and attack the two souls that had once been one, now severed in half due to the actions that Roman had done when he was younger. The weaker half had been silenced for a while now, Tunnelkit dormant, his own little soul trying to heal and get stronger to no avail, so lastly it was Trojan, the victor of the two other souls, trying to take command of the vessel that they all shared, ready to fight the shard of soul that was Roman's. Even though it was only a shard, however, it was still stronger than the three others, but it was getting tired, and Roman was starting to become more and more drained the longer he fought, and there were many times where he slipped and Trojan took over, this being one of those times.

Although he was a Pittian, Roman didn't like to harm others. He'd sit and watch, sure, but he very rarely participated in things such as torture or fighting. Of course, the exception being if he had been attacked first, then he would attack in retaliation - and he was a strong fighter too, despite his missing limb. Trojan, however, had come from a long line of war-bound lineage, each member fighting more and more to keep strong, to make sure they could be the best there was, and didn't care about who it was they were attacking and killing. They simply liked to do so. Trojan in and of himself, however, was a kiss-ass, and would do anything to get on the good side of whatever leader they were under, so, of course, when the soul had taken over, he decided to try and take revenge on Tanglewood for Jervis. He didn't care if he had been told to or not - he was going to do it in hopes that he'd be able to wiggle his way into the rankings and gain the trust of the vulpine leader. Even if he didn't respect the other, he still held the power, and it was best to not get on his bad side.

Padding into the swamp of Tanglewood, and annoyed hiss could be heard coming from the male's maw. The territory here was not the best for a three legged feline, especially not one used to the body that he was currently in, unsure how, exactly, to shift into another form at this point in time. But he couldn't complain too much. Roman was usually in a form of a domestic feline, but currently the male was the form of a Mexican Wolf, large enough to take on most of the creatures here, he was sure.

He had been keeping close to the border, jaws open as he drank in the rank scent of the swamp and those who resided here, nose wrinkling in disgust as the scent of a tangler drew closer, though ears would prick, keeping watch of the sound to make sure he was ready when they neared, a smirk on his maw as he saw a small glimpse of golden fur and ruffled feathers walking slowly. He'd creep forward, making sure to keep down wind and watch where his paws went, making sure to keep her in sight before realizing what she was doing - collecting herbs. That made this better. If he was able to take out one of their medics there'd be less in the group to heal those that were harmed by their own rankings, and while she was distracted, that's when he pounced.

Muscles bunched up and the one controlling Roman's body would use his back leg to propel himself forward, front paws outstretched before he made contact, landing hard onto Moth's body, knocking her over, causing a loud yell for "help" to come from her before he slammed his front paws onto her face, pushing it into the mud to muffle her yell. Moth closed her eyes tightly before she felt pain wash over the left side of her face, and a growl came from Roman's throat. "Shut up, and I'll make this easy for you." He'd bark out, pushing her face further into the mud, a small whimper coming from Moth's throat in fear, causing the canine to push harder, causing a small popping noise to come from Moth's jaw and paw would move to her throat as he began to push, hard enough for her to only be able to breathe slightly. "I said quiet, but I guess you can't follow orders." He'd growl, finally pushing down hard enough for her to pass out, before he lifted the paw.

Padding to the side of the unconscious leopard, he would sink his teeth into her front leg, breaking the skin before beginning to pull, hard, in an attempt to begin dragging her out of this territory so that he would have enough room to drape her over his back and begin his trek home. Too bad he didn't know there was someone else nearby.
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && P; Wormwood
Post by: moth on September 11, 2019, 07:19:43 PM
tracking on Moth's account
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && P; Wormwood
Post by: aurum. on September 11, 2019, 09:47:09 PM
If someone looked closer at Wormwood, truly closer, it probably wouldn't be that hard for them to see that there was a lot of anger simmering beneath the surface of Worm's calm and warm exterior. In general, that anger didn't come out blazing in full force, at least ever since he had arrived in Tanglewood. His rage had been a lot more free to shine and erupt back when he had been in the pride, uncared for and ignored by everyone, mostly ridiculed and treated as an outcast in a place that he had been born into, a place that he had expected to be his home. At that time, he had been much more likely to lash out, screaming and crying and hurting others for selfish reasons, to the point where at that time he had even tried to kill his own brother out of that anger. He had seen Poet as one of the people that had caused his anger and his despair, and he had thought that Poetking had been unfairly raised above him in every aspect for no reason. He still regretted that, even now that he felt fresh rage running through his veins, spurred on not only by Poet betraying him yet again, and leaving him in a great deal of pain, but also because of what the Pitt had been doing to them as of late. Not only had they hurt Sam, Beck, and Red, in addition to Crow and Selby through the death of Pastel, but they had also lured his brother over to their side, no doubt manipulating him and telling him that the Pitt would be better for him... at least that's what Wormwood hoped. If Poet had just left them to go to the Pitt all on his own... well, that only added on to the hatred and anguish that was plaguing him so often as of late.

It was pretty often that Worm ended up going for walks around the territory, sometimes because he actually had something that he needed to do, and sometimes because he just needed an outlet for the anxious energy that fueled his body forward. Generally he tried to stay away from his clanmates when he was out on these walks, just so that he didn't interrupt something like them hunting, or because he just needed a bit of time alone. However, when he caught the scent of Moth nearby, he blinked in surprise andifted his head up, a small smile curling onto his muzzle as he moved towards her scent. Ever since Poetking had left, Wormwood had become closer and closer to Moth, and had started to see her as closer family, almost like a little sister that he yearned to protect. He didn't want to acknowledge that fact, since it reminded him far too much of what his relationship with Poet had been like, just with Moth, but it still lingered in the back of his mind. Moth was deeply close to his heart now, and if he found out anybody was hurting her, then they would be in for a very very bad time. Hell, Poet had hurt Moth inadvertently with his leaving, but he still felt fury about the fact that the other lion had done such a thing. He still wasn't sure of the fact that if he saw Poetking again... he wouldn't just attack him outright because of what had happened.

In fact, as he got closer to where Moth's scent was, and he realized that a Pittian scent was mixing in with it as well, he realized he might have to face the question of what he would do if Poet showed up much sooner than he thought. However, it wasn't actually Ppet, as Worm had suspected. Instead, it was some unknown Pittian that Wormwood didn't know about, having never been told about him by Draekon or seen him during the raid, but Worm still felt frenzy fill him as soon as the scent reached his nose, and suddenly lay his footsteps were more urgent and less calculated, leaves and swamp life being trampled beneath his bone claws as he raced forward, drool filling his mouth and a sick gleam coming to his golden eyes. He didn't know why he felt such excitement inside of him at the prospect of attacking a Pittian, but it was definitely there, and soon enough every coherent thought was gone from his head, replaced by nothing but base emotions and desire. Desire to chase, desire to fight, desire to kill. The feelings only got worse when he finally reached the area Moth was in, her body collapsed in unconsciousness as the Pittian trying to drag her out of the territory by the leg. The drool in his mouth spilled out between his teeth, the cruel grin on his face widening before he barked out, his voice sounding wrong and warped as his back legs launched him off forward and out of the thick clumped trees, heading straight for Roman with both enthusiasm and madness, "Die, die, DIE! You're just another one of them! I'm going to kill you all! I'm going to END YOU ALL!" He sounded unchained and manic, glee in his voice as he charged into battle, flames consuming his entire front half, filling the gaps between his teeth and covering his claws as his fire elementals activated with his fury.

His shoulder slammed first into Roman, knocking the other male over onto the muddy earth and cackling with resentment at the surprised grunt Roman let out. It took only a moment for the wolf to scramble back up to his paws, but Wormwood was already stepping over Moth's collapsed body, launching himself forward and digging his fire covered fangs into the male's shoulder, a noise of satisfaction leaving him as Roman – Trojan, actually, which was unknown to Wormwood – shouted in pain, thrashing about and scratching at Worm's front legs and back. Worm just ignored the pain that blossomed throughout his front half, too spurred on at this point to even think about stopping, even if he could actually think in his current state. He kept his teeth sunk into Trojan's shoulder, thrashing his head from side to side to tear away chunks of flesh as he let his flames envelop the side of the wolf's face. Roman was still shouting, and at this point it was closer to screaming, and his actions got more erratic as he slammed his paws against the hellhound's face, Trojan's flesh burning as the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of blood and torn flesh, and the hellhound finally released his hold.

Trojan fell back, still shouting in pain over the flames still clinging to him, but his leg thrashed out at Worm's front, trying to kick him away. Wormwood was too far gone to be pushed away, however, and he sank his teeth into the remaining one of Trojan's legs, dragging the wolf closer to sink his front bone claws just beneath where the Mexican wolf's ribs were. There was another shout of agony as Trojan's movements began to slow, his energy draining as his blood did as well, not enough to kill him, but certainly enough to effectively slow him. Wormwood grinned down at Trojan – his enemy, his capture, his prey – and sank his teeth into the wolf's chest, lifting him up and slamming him down so that his head careened off of the earth, hard enough to knock the wolf out. There was a noise of pain that was cut off as Trojan went limp, and the flames that had enveloped Wormwood died down, although he still wasn't in his right mind. He picked the Mexican wolf up roughly by the scruff of the neck, dangerously close to the top of his spine and oh so close to just giving in to his desire and crunching down on vulnerable bone and muscle. As it stood though, he just dragged the Mexican wolf over to the trees that he had emerged from, tossing him to the ground to remain there before he moved over to where Moth was still collapsed.

He more carefully picked the medic up by the scruff, still gentle and protective of her even in his animalistic state. He then lifted the large creature up onto his back, grunting before moving off towards camp, grabbing Trojan again along the way. Soon enough he had arrived back at the camp, and he gently tipped over, letting Moth gently drop to the ground before he tossed Trojan to the ground as well. Blood and drool his still dripping from his jaws as he looked at Trojan's body, his eyes glimmering faintly with a desire to just lean down and end the Pittian's life, but he didn't want to do that yet. He wanted to make sure that Trojan suffered, and then he would partake in his feast of the food he so desperately craved.

( permission given to power play, things just highlighted so tikki can keep track of what has happened to Trojan/Roman lmao )
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Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Kamara Jilani on September 12, 2019, 10:06:36 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
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Now what was this. A rather atrocious sight. One on his back and the other was in his maw. The manner in which he dropped them both off was contrasting and she quickly assessed the situation. The mangled body of the wolf and the blood dripping off Wormwood's lips.The look in his eyes.

She had seen it so many times over the years. Wherever it came from was far from a good place. A sight to make anyone wince, but she had seen worse.

"What do you intend on doing with that boy Wormwood?", her voice was flat and straight, not raising in tone nor lowering. She took a step forward, tail lashing in irritation. One thing mortals never understood was that hate bred hate and violence let to only more violence.

"Because from what I can see, you've done enough.", perhaps it wasn't her position. And if Wormwood insisted on doing worse to the canine she was unsure whether she would attempt to stop him or let him be. Somethings you can't change, but perhaps she could influence.

Eyes would shift over to the girl, she was of her kind except for some major unique additions. Quickly her gaze returned to Wormwood. She inhaled the scents, noting the wolf's was not of Tanglewood. A more crimson scent to them.

Violence was something she didn't want, it was something she tried to avoid. So common was it in the world. Ears flicked as she looked at Wormwood, questioning his authenticity with this.
never will she bow


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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref. (https://i.postimg.cc/SNvdjJtG/49-FFD078-90-DB-4-DDA-ADD4-DFB689724320.jpg)) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come :)


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention @Kamara Jilani

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: DELILAH. on September 12, 2019, 09:38:26 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie

"What's happening? I can smell blood!" Delilah's panicked voice rang out as the sightless felidae hopped through the bushes that separated her from the group of people that were slowly gathering. The smell of anger, of fear- it was something that Delilah knew all too well.

Let me take over, pinkie.
Absolutely not. It's fine. We're fine.

The pastel felidae grimaced a bit as she listened to everything going on, her body moving over to press up against a tree that was a bit away from the trespasser, trying to estimate how close the male was depending on how far away the scent was. Maybe then, she'd be able to corner him with some kind of earth wall.. There's enough mud and dirt to manipulate around her. This could work.

"Give her back, and everything will be just fine." It was an honest warning- not so much of a threat, since Delilah wasn't one to make threats herself. She was more worried about Moth, and making sure Wormwood got her back.
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basics.
✯ delilah evergarden // deli, lilah, flower girl, pinkie, petals, miss evergarden.
✯ female // she/her
✯ 23 months // mentally mature // spiritually old
✯ tanglewood
- ex-medic
✯ revenant, gatorbait, host
✯ completely blind, has only three legs, usually seen with a hand-made metal prosthetic.
- mental bond with renegadeanthem
- shares body with succubus named lilith


appearance.
✯ maine coon [domesticated feline]
[ref] (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512766803215253512/demoness_form.png)
✯ slim, feminine maine coon feline with soft pink pastel fur. around her paws is black vine-like markings, and there are darker pink dots on her back. black and pink cherry blossoms constantly flow from her pelt thanks to her aesthetic element. she has pink irises, pale schlera, and slitted magenta pupils. her tail is long and extremely fluffy. her other tail is whip-like, with a heart shaped tip on the tip of it. she has drippy, inky black faerie wings that look more cursed than pure. she has darker colored curved horns on her head that curls around her ears. she still only has three legs.
accessories - grey scarf, satchel.
scars/marks/tattoos - three claw marks over both eyes, whip/claw scars all the way down her back, scar on her left inner front arm, flower branding on her stomach, skull branding on her back left thigh, scar on the corner of her lip, scar marks on her muzzle, she has a large scar across her neck where her throat was previously slit.
accent - Soft, gentle, motherly voice.
phobias - None.

relationships.
✯ best friends with arrow
✯ sisterly affection for morgan
✯ respects leroy
✯ dislikes cosette
✯ mentored by malphas
✯ [G1] titania x oberon [npc's]
- adopted by talia and malkyn
✯ sibling of spica evergarden (f) & kasper evergarden (m).
✯ demisexual heteroromantic
✯ crushing // in love with renegadeanthem [1/2 of deliren]
✯ no children

interaction.
✯ tags (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=4080) // plot (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=2900.0)
✯ physically below average // mentally hard // x-ray vision, earth elementals, telekinesis, mental bond, mental manipulation, possession, enhanced senses.
✯ attack in underline

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Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: aurum. on September 12, 2019, 10:38:26 PM
The first one to arrive was Kamara, someone that Worm had become quite well acquainted with when she had first arrived. He found that he liked her and her honesty and her storied past as an immortal being, and had easily integrated her into his center group of well liked acquaintances. However, now, when she was speaking in such a disapproving tone to him, he found anger and vile raising in his throat, along with his hackles. His golden gave narrowed at Kamara for a moment, and he snarled, not at her, but at the male beneath his claws, his pae resting on Trojan's shoulders and his claws gently pressing down at the male's shoulder to draw some more blood. He didn't say anything beyond this undefined snarl, his tail lashing back and forth as he moved to nudge Moth's limp body forward, as if saying "worry about the girl, not this bastard". His head lowered to sniff at the blood still running from Trojan's wounds, and he felt more drool dripping from his mouth, an overwhelming desire to just go to town and start ripping further chunks out of the Pittian. Still, Kamara's disapproving tone played once again in his head, and his ears pinned back as he reluctantly pulled his head back, drool still dripping to the ground mixed with the blood splattered across his front.

The second one to arrive was Delilah, and it seemed that the blind female didn't realize that the situation had already been forcibly resolved. Still, that seemed to be enough to vaguely snap him out of it, and his golden gaze faded a bit as lucidity began to return to him. He blinked a couple of times, a sort of groggy haze coming over his head as he returned to his usual state. Shaking his head from side to side, he let out a pained little grunt before turning his attention back to Delilah. When he remembered what she had said, a dry chuckle left him and he rasped softly, his voice utterly wrecked as he spoke gruffly, "Del... Del, Moth and I are fine. Well... Moth isn't. She needs Selby to look her over, but the Pittian won't be an issue. He's passed out."The smell of the Pittian's blood still curled tantalizingly around his muzzle, tempting him considerably, but he steadfastly ignored it in favor of looking over at Kamara. He hesitated for a moment before barking out slowly, his head throbbing, "He... I... I don't know. And he isn't just some "boy", he's a filthy Pittian. Part of the group that's been nothing but trouble, and he attacked Moth. I dont regret what I did..." Even if I can't remember most of it... His mind helpfully added on, a frown coming to the hellhound's face as he rolled Trojan further away from Moth.

He then said as he turned back to the small audience, feeling the blood in his fur already beginning to dry over his front, "One of you... Delilah, Kamara, get Selby so he can see to Moth's injuries. I don't know what will happen to the Pittian... I guess that'll be up to Crow to decide." He knew what his still foggy mind wanted him to do. It wanted him to kill Trojan, tear him limb from limb, and then maybe invite Vathmos to partake with him in eating the bastard's flesh, but... that would be wrong. It was awful, and violent, and something he never would've thought of before, even when faced with the very worst of the worst. He didn't know why he was so damn eager to just cause Trojan as much suffering as he could inflict right now, but the urge was running through his veins, and he desperately needed somebody else to come and sort this all out before he was forced to give in.
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Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: DELILAH. on September 12, 2019, 10:59:55 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie

Delilah listened to Wormwood's words carefully, nodding along with everything he said yet the look of calm worry on her face never went away. Moth was hurt? A Pittian was the one who tried to take her? Ah.. This was happening too much- to much was happening, and Delilah felt anger bubble up inside of her.

"Move, please. Let me create a chain to keep him there until I come back with Selby. Just in case he wakes back up." Delilah spoke softly, already patting the ground to test how soft the mud was currently before she tapped the ground, hesitating soon after and pulling her paw back. As if regretting the words she spoke. Giving a small smile to Wormwood, the pastel felidae backed up, dipping her head to the taller male.

"..Actually, I'll be right back with Selby, if he's not busy." She mewed, turning tail and leaving without another word. She hoped Selby felt well enough to help..

@selby roux !
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basics.
✯ delilah evergarden // deli, lilah, flower girl, pinkie, petals, miss evergarden.
✯ female // she/her
✯ 32 months // mentally mature // spiritually old
✯ tanglewood
- ex-medic
✯ revenant, gatorbait, host
✯ completely blind, has only three legs, usually seen with a hand-made metal prosthetic.
- mental bond with renegadeanthem
- shares body with succubus named lilith


appearance.
✯ maine coon [domesticated feline]
[ref] (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512766803215253512/demoness_form.png)
✯ slim, feminine maine coon feline with soft pink pastel fur. around her paws is black vine-like markings, and there are darker pink dots on her back. black and pink cherry blossoms constantly flow from her pelt thanks to her aesthetic element. she has pink irises, pale schlera, and slitted magenta pupils. her tail is long and extremely fluffy. her other tail is whip-like, with a heart shaped tip on the tip of it. she has drippy, inky black faerie wings that look more cursed than pure. she has darker colored curved horns on her head that curls around her ears. she still only has three legs.
accessories - grey scarf, satchel.
scars/marks/tattoos - three claw marks over both eyes, whip/claw scars all the way down her back, scar on her left inner front arm, flower branding on her stomach, skull branding on her back left thigh, scar on the corner of her lip, scar marks on her muzzle, she has a large scar across her neck where her throat was previously slit.
accent - Soft, gentle, motherly voice.
phobias - None.

relationships.
✯ best friends with arrow
✯ sisterly affection for morgan & leroy
✯ respects red & wormwood
✯ dislikes cosette
✯ mentored by malphas
✯ [G1] titania x oberon [npc's]
- adopted by talia and malkyn
✯ sibling of spica evergarden (f) & kasper evergarden (m)
✯ adoptive mother of flint (m)
✯ demisexual heteroromantic
✯ taken // in love with renegadeanthem [1/2 of deliren]

interaction.
✯ tags (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=4080) // plot (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=2900.0)
✯ physically below varies // mentally hard // x-ray vision, earth elementals, telekinesis, mental bond, mental manipulation, possession, enhanced senses.
✯ attack in underline

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Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: selby roux ! on September 14, 2019, 12:06:07 AM
Selby’s walk home from Beck’s boat was often a peaceful one, but this time it was interrupted by a shout from a familiar voice. Delilah’s call would not have usually been an unwelcome one, but when her somewhat worried tone betrayed the prospect of more work, it quickly became detested. However, when she came closer and explained the situation, he quickly came to regret his apprehension. Moth was attacked? How could that be? She hardly left Tanglewood! Still, she had been hurt, and duty calls. He hoisted his bag up and followed Delilah without complaint.

When the sawbone arrived on the scene, he was immediately hit with the strong stench of blood. Switching into doctor mode, Selby’s disgust at the acrid aroma was quickly shoved aside in favor of deducing what was going on. Three people injured: Moth, Wormwood, and who he assumed to be Moth’s attacker. The stranger carried the scent of the group he had come to loathe, so his attention focused on his clanmates. Moth appeared to be unconscious, so he swiveled his focus onto the fellow medic. Selby approached and set his bag down, retrieving the necessary supplies.

First things first, he attended to the bites on her foreleg, carefully cleaning the wounds and then dressing them and bandaged the leg, doing the same to the scratch on her eye. Noticing that her leg looked a bit askew, Selby probed her shoulder, almost groaning with frustration as he found it was dislocated. His yellow eyes flickered to her jaw, and found it in a similar fashion. Moth was much bigger than him in this form and he would be unable to reposition the limb by himself, but he could fix the jaw well enough. Selby seized her maw and taking careful aim, gave it a precise shove back into the socket. Now for the hard part.

He knew he would have to ask for help for the leg, and he pondered for a moment who might be better for the job. Wormwood was the obvious first choice, but his injured state and questionable mental stability also made him an undesirable one. Delilah was a harder choice given her size and capabilities, but after deliberating on the subject Selby decided that she was the right one. "Delilah," he called gently, turning to face her. "Could you lend me a hand with this last bit? Her arm’s been dislocated and I need someone to help me brace her. Are you up to it?"
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Kamara Jilani on September 14, 2019, 12:59:01 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
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She listened whole heartedly understanding. The leopardess learned to accept people's logic for their logic. But she never allowed that to sway her attention to the truth.

"I understand that in your mind the group he belongs to is more than enough justification to murder him. But in reality that is nothing but an excuse, Wormwood.", she watched him push on the shoulder. Her heart sped up a beat or two in disappointment, "But have you ever thought that the poor boy was brought into a lifestyle and knew no other way? And even if it was a choice to be so cruel, you do not want to stoop to their level. Because you terrorizing and torturing and killing him when he has already lost... is that not the premise of the Pitt? You would be no better than them."

She flicked his tail, walking forward, "I doubt you all will give him the healing he will desperately need. He will most likely die from the wounds you inflicted upon him. And if what you all say is true of the Pitt... then they won't nurture him to health either."

She looked at Delilah, watching her and another feline take the winged big cat and analyze her wounds. Kamara sighed, looking at the ground while shaking her head. So many people. Wasted their lives in futile revenge. In anger. And most likely died by the hands of another in the same state.

"Wormwood, I do not like that look in your eyes. But I know you to be a kind being. Let that person shine through. I know you can be a bigger man than them.", eyes flickered back up to him, looking at the blood across his maw and splattered on the paws. A troubled soul did troubling things when the fire was fueled.

"You are better than that my friend.", she smiled softly and moved to touch her nose to his shoulder in support.
never will she bow


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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref. (https://i.postimg.cc/SNvdjJtG/49-FFD078-90-DB-4-DDA-ADD4-DFB689724320.jpg)) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come :)


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention @Kamara Jilani

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: suvi k. on September 14, 2019, 02:04:08 AM
(https://i.imgur.com/Uo6QexN.png?1)
— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —
Perhaps fate felt merciful.  The petite vixen arrived on scene later, allowing others to first respond where she may have... Frozen.  For the scent of blood, mixing with the Pitt brought her to a nearly paralyzed halt.  Voices overlapping.  Barely registering.  Something hurt and angry and pained flashed in her unmatched hues, something broken from her time simply left in confinement.  The Pitt's hands.

Yet the anger dissipated suddenly, like a soft breeze.  Kamara perhaps.  But very quietly, words tumbled out of her mouth, a whirlwind of broken feelings. "I-I remember... Kinder faces i-in the Pitt." For four moons she lingered in a cell.  Alone.  Malnourished.  Dehydrated.  Yet someone had snuck her provisions on occasion.  She felt... Certain it was the same fox who burned her later, with a strike of lightning, yet he had done it.

"An' children... M-my cousin..." Strange thoughts.  Kiira possessed no family.  She remembered no family.  But I'm Suvi too and my cousin is... Aine.  Right.  "M-My uncle..." A sharp memory.  A sudden fire in her heart, rage unfurling wide wings.  "G-Gael only re-resulted to violence after T-Tanglewood did!'... to send a message...'  "A-all this violence... J-just fuels this st-stupid cycle."

Only after did she hear of the fire, but she saw the aftermath of it.  Whenever she followed Embry, the kind or not kind fox, she saw the charred ashes left in the blaze's wake.  T͝h̴̕e͜ỳ̢ ̶d͏ì͞d͞͞ń̨'t ̷̢c͟ar̀e̶҉ ̴abò̢͜u̴̴t ͠m҉e̵.

Her eyes brim, vision blurring.  "I-if you stoop..." She fumbled, digging her claws into the ground.  Her tail disappears behind her.  Unnoticed.  "I-if we stoop... T-to that level... Then we're just as bad as them."

Well.  She didn't know what Crow would decide to do with the boy, but she was beginning to feel shaky.  The look in Wormwood's eyes... Reminded her of the righteous rage in Gael's.  All of her legs seemed to tremble, barely withstanding her weight.  Why did everyone result to violence?  Wouldn't it have been enough to simply rescue Moth without nearly killing someone?

She tries to focus on something.  The Pittian of all things.  "… S-someone in the Pitt... Helped me... A-as I was growing ill." Embry, his name was Embry.  "An' I-I'm not letting so-someone die on m-my watch, ally or en-enemy."

"" Ẁ͢h̴y ̷͢bo͘͟͠th͘e͜r͢?͟  Chewing the inside of her cheek, the fae crept closer to the unconscious Pittian, eyes dark as she examined his state.  This is really bad.  Her stomach felt all kinds of twisted.  Marigold... Aloe vera maybe... The former would help both the burns and bleeding.  "… L-let me work on him." Almost a demand, more than a request.  No one dies today.

[ @romanempire ; can kiira help him? ]
— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: moth on September 14, 2019, 03:25:46 PM
[[ feel free to powerplay the healing on Roman @suvi k. ]]

If she had been asked that morning how her day would have gone, Moth would have said something along the lines of 'it should go good!' for that's how normal days worked. They were good. Not bad, not horrible, not amazing, just, well, good. And she had planned a normal day ahead of her. It had taken Moth a while to be able to figure out that she was safe here in Tanglewood, and was safe and able to go about her day collecting whatever it was that she wanted or needed without worrying about much. Of course, there was always the crocodiles and such around the territory that would harm her if she got too close, but she usually didn't go around in that area of the territory, and when she did, she was careful to watch out for things moving in the swamp water.

But as she was in the forest of the territory on this day, she didn't think that she'd need to be careful and watch out for things, sure that there wouldn't be any trouble - there was never any trouble on the borders anymore. Those that got captured where usually somewhere else than were she was now, the last two times someone had gotten captured had been Beck and Red, and they had been captured because they went to the Pitt. So nothing could go wrong, not on this day.

Oh how Moth wished she had been right instead of horribly, horribly wrong.

She had been collecting things, wondering around the territory, edging closer and closer to the border, when she had found some herbs she didn't really know anything about. She was curious about the things, so she had decided to be careful with it and carefully dig it up, making sure to keep the roots intact, when suddenly she was knocked over, a noise escaping her throat and then a growl coming from the attacker, the stench of the Pitt washing over her and making her gag. Soon enough things were over, and she had been knocked out.

What she wasn't expecting, however, was suddenly waking up in the town, a sharp pain in her jaw and the sting of medicine covering her paw and part of her face. Head would snap up quickly and Moth would begin to move quickly, pain engulfing her left arm before she just lie there, confusion clearly written on her face. "Wh-where is he?" The leopard would speak quietly, a soft sob leaving her maw, "Wh-why are they here? Is there more?"
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: selby roux ! on September 14, 2019, 04:54:58 PM
Selby glanced at Kiira as she approached, not thinking much of her appearance. "Do you think you could—" he began, only to be cut off as she began to speak. He could hardly believe her words. Her own groupmates were injured before her and she wanted to debate the morals of the situation? What a crock of shit.

"Do whatever you want," he snapped at her harshly, gigantic ears flattening in his burst of anger. "I should think that your own groupmates might have taken priority over a philosophical debate or a Pittian, but go ahead. If you need supplies, my bag’s right here. Be my fucking guest." He didn’t have much experience with his fellow medic, but if this is how she chose to be, then he might be inclined to keep it that way. Maybe his words had been harsh or uncalled for, but with all the Pitt had done to them lately, Selby couldn’t find it within himself to bring up a module of empathy for them. Sam, Beck, Pastel, Moth, and even Kiira herself. He struggled to find a reason for her sympathy for them. Moth began to stir under his paws, and his attention turned to her.

The medic listened to her questions and prepared his answers for them, trying to make them as concise and non threatening as possible. "He’s over there," he said, gesturing over to where the Pittian lay. "No one else is hurt, and it’s gonna stay that way. Stay still for me please, you dislocated your arm and I have to reset it."
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: torren on September 14, 2019, 05:56:40 PM
O e n o m e l . n.
He steps into a place of blood and anger.  Wariness envelopes the prince the second the salty tang in the air hit him.  Concern for everyone before him flashes in his eyes, mind racing to keep up with the events unfolding.  Torren feels discombobulated on the matter, searching for a quick answer to his own emotional response to the issue -- an injured clanmate, an injured enemy.  Yet in no world did he ever consider death a viable punishment save for the most vile of acts; death is what he believes half of Tanglewood wishes upon their enemy, the ones he heard called the Pitt.

The wildcat watches Kamara and Kiira intently, regarding the both with some measure of awe and respect.  Kiira was imprisoned by this group yet she wants to help...?  The Pittian bore immense injuries though and Torren began considering the idea he may not have asked for the life he lived in.  It was certainly not an excuse for going after Moth, yet he hardly deserved nearly dying.

Something the fox said pierced him, catching him off-guard.  'Only resulted to violence after...'  He hadn't heard any details of her imprisonment but he suddenly wondered if someone hurt her because of something Tanglewood did.  And she feels betrayed because of it.  He wondered if she told anyone the details; she seemed such a quiet and lonely soul at times.

Torren breathes out softly, ears perking as Moth came to, rightfully shaken up.  He offered her a small, reassuring smile before padding towards Kiira's side.  Her legs are shaking.  "Would you let me help you?" Moth had the other medic's attention, correctly so, and he'd already requested Delilah's assistance.  They had enough healers to take care of all of the injured, he thinks, glancing at Selby with flattened ears.

"I'm afraid I only know the basics of first aid, but I'm here.  I want to be an extra set of paws.An unpopular choice indeed, but no one has to die. When someone suffered immense injury and blood loss, every second counted, he knew that much. Besides, helping an enemy may result in some benefit later -- strategically.  Only, the young royal suspected few thought of that in the matter, since emotions seemed at high and medical action the most important first step for the time.
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Reggan on September 14, 2019, 06:19:42 PM
i heard you were looking like the moon — tags (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=44.msg68127#msg68127)
There is a constant cycle. A circle of life. A cycle of war. It always repeats itself. It is far too complex for his young, undeveloped mind to ever explain. But, he knows. He always ends up where he begins.

In most situations, he would avoid lots of noise. Lots of noise usually meant something bad. Something horrible.

But, there was so much of it, and it included voices he recognized. One in particular, his newly found father.

His flames are gone. Whether they will ever come back or not, he does not know, but he's been trying not to risk it. No sleep, only clean meals, pushing away bad thoughts. Happy faces. Happy conversations. He wishes to see the world as long and as much as he can. He owes his friend that much. This was not the very first time he's stepped foot into the town, but it is still one of the very first. And, it's certainly the first time he's presented himself outwardly, where a crowd may see him, where he may see them, too. The boy was so tired of being consumed by the fire. He couldn't risk it. But, today, it seems something was different. It seems it's something he must pay mind to, even if he will not be directly involved. Even if he will end up useless in the end.

He is not foreign to this sense of destruction - it is the very thing that inspired his creation.

Still, the tiger is unable to contain his shock as he sees the rage from his father, the blood, and the aggression of it all. The views of a war he has no place in. A war he is directly involved in, still, even if he does not know its origins nor its meaning. Because this is what he was made for.

He'd been made with no other intent than to be a weapon. Than to follow orders. Than to finish a war that had gone on far too long and was too hopeless to win. He'd never had any rights. He'd never gotten what he wanted. And, that would be true even now. The experiment would never be free. Not truly. He is too tied to the chains that conceived his very being. They are a part of him and he is a part of them - they could never part ways, no matter how much he begged, and cried, and yearned. He could not get his desires, because he is nothing more than a tool. Not even a boy. A weapon. A weapon that wishes to deny its purpose. Useless. Defective.

And now, the sights, the voices, the arguments are all ones he's heard before. He's been a part of them all before. His friend had been a part of them all before. There was a never-ending a war in his life. An infinite violence.

He can't stand it.

The boy is exhausted.

And now, he can feel it. He can feel the heat, the sparks. He cannot do anything but run now. Run far away. To where, he does not know. It doesn't matter anymore. He knows now that he will never escape it.

It repeats.
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: DELILAH. on September 14, 2019, 07:00:04 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie

Too much time spent watching those around her through sightless eyes, too much time spent worrying over the past. What mattered was the present, and the question offered to her by the younger medic. Someone like her, could she help him even if she wasn’t who she used to be? It was a shame the faerie had to ask herself that. A real pity, indeed.

However, the woman merely nodded her head, eyes of magenta blindly gazing over the sight of a dislocated appendage, bracing the young child with skilled paws. Her paws slid over fur, before the feeling of a dislocation made her nod her head. ”Ready when you are, Selby.” She meowed, ever so softly, as if the very mention of this was a typical. You’ve dealt with this before. Long, long ago. When your vision wasn’t so blurred. Delilah’s breaths were steady, the smell of blood blocked by her focus. ”Whatever you need me to get, I will.”

Now wasn’t the time for moral debates.
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basics.
✯ delilah evergarden // deli, lilah, flower girl, pinkie, petals, miss evergarden.
✯ female // she/her
✯ 32 months // mentally mature // spiritually old
✯ tanglewood
- ex-medic
✯ revenant, gatorbait, host
✯ completely blind, has only three legs, usually seen with a hand-made metal prosthetic.
- mental bond with renegadeanthem
- shares body with succubus named lilith


appearance.
✯ maine coon [domesticated feline]
[ref] (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512766803215253512/demoness_form.png)
✯ slim, feminine maine coon feline with soft pink pastel fur. around her paws is black vine-like markings, and there are darker pink dots on her back. black and pink cherry blossoms constantly flow from her pelt thanks to her aesthetic element. she has pink irises, pale schlera, and slitted magenta pupils. her tail is long and extremely fluffy. her other tail is whip-like, with a heart shaped tip on the tip of it. she has drippy, inky black faerie wings that look more cursed than pure. she has darker colored curved horns on her head that curls around her ears. she still only has three legs.
accessories - grey scarf, satchel.
scars/marks/tattoos - three claw marks over both eyes, whip/claw scars all the way down her back, scar on her left inner front arm, flower branding on her stomach, skull branding on her back left thigh, scar on the corner of her lip, scar marks on her muzzle, she has a large scar across her neck where her throat was previously slit.
accent - Soft, gentle, motherly voice.
phobias - None.

relationships.
✯ best friends with arrow
✯ sisterly affection for morgan & leroy
✯ respects red & wormwood
✯ dislikes cosette
✯ mentored by malphas
✯ [G1] titania x oberon [npc's]
- adopted by talia and malkyn
✯ sibling of spica evergarden (f) & kasper evergarden (m)
✯ adoptive mother of flint (m)
✯ demisexual heteroromantic
✯ taken // in love with renegadeanthem [1/2 of deliren]

interaction.
✯ tags (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=4080) // plot (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=2900.0)
✯ physically below varies // mentally hard // x-ray vision, earth elementals, telekinesis, mental bond, mental manipulation, possession, enhanced senses.
✯ attack in underline

(c) LEXASPERATED (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=3214.0)
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: aurum. on September 14, 2019, 07:21:53 PM
Voices. Voices, so many. Voices, so many everywhere, with way too many faces for Worm's bloodlust addled mind to handle. First there was Delilah, seeming to understand his words and turning to go and grab Selby, who thankfully arrived on the scene after just a moment. The male wasn't lecturing him, instead choosing to focus on the clanmate in front of him that was injured. If he was more lucid at the moment, Worm probably would've outwardly expressed his thanks to Selby, but for now he just stepped back so that the medic had plenty of space to work. It wasn't long before the throng of voices was being thrown at him again, and the hellhound's ears pinned back as he heard the judgemental voice of Kamara, seeming to almost beg him to be the better man that he had been when she had met him, driven by the kind first impression he had given. The next to speak was Kiira, somebody that he didn't know well, but whom he still cared about  fair amount. When she started to speak, however, a low growl came up through his chest, echoing through the air in front of him as his teeth bared. She was speaking up about the Pittians as if they were equal to Tanglewood. It was ridiculousness. Sure, one day in the past Wormwood might've agreed with her, and tried to look at it from their side of things, but he had been hurt and scorned far too many times to believe that The Pitt actually had any good souls in it. He had thought Draekon was one of them, but clearly he had been wrong there.

The low growl continued through Worm's chest for a moment before he roughly shoved Roman's limp body forward, toward Kiira. He said gruffly, unaware of the fact that Moth was now awake, as her desperate words fell on dead grateful ears, "He attacked Moth. I have no interest in debating whether or not his life is worth anything, because he hurt one of our clanmates. She could've died if he had gotten off with her in his jaws. But if you really want to heal that, have fucking fun. Don't come running to me when the moment he's conscious, he tries to attack you too. But just know that I agree with Selby on this one. I would've thought you of all people, would understand that the Pitt isn't worth saving." His tail lashed from side to side behind him, and he offered Selby a bit of a nod. That was all he was going to say on the matter, especially considering that blood was still pumping insanely fast through him, drool still dripping from his jaws. Kamara, Kiira, and Moth all cut into him with an edge, showing him how wrong his actions had been, but he for the most part just ignored them, still feeling he was in the right. If the damn Pitt was going to attack members of Tanglewood, they deserved it when they suffered back in return.

The arrival of Roy, however, was what finally made Worm's view snap back into place. He hadn't seen his son approach the town ever before, usually preferring to stay hidden away from sight so that he didn't risk hurting anybody else – something that Wormwood found admirable, even if it showed what a hypocrite he was now. His jaws opened when Roy approached, a desperation softening his eyes as he tried to open his mouth to explain, but it seemed as though Roy was already hurt, the boy's eyes darkening when he saw the state that his father was in. The hellhound could only imagine what a spectacle he must've been, with both drool and blood dripping from between his fangs, blood splattering the front of his chest, and a glazed and wild look in his eyes, that was now settling with the arrival of so many others, and the fact that he couldn't indulge himself in killing and devouring the Mexican wolf. Roy had already turned and quickly walked off by the time that Wormwood stepped forward, and the older male felt pain fill him as soon as his child was gone, replaced by nothing but a cold spot in the air that gripped Worm's heart too tightly. He looked around at the rest of the group there, his eyes snapping from face to face around him, and eventually he decided that it was all too much. He couldn't even hope to return to complete normalcy when there were faces all around him, having moral arguments and struggling to make sure that everyone was okay. A soft distressed whimper left him as he stepped back, before he snapped lowly, "Selby... please make sure that Moth ends up okay. Please... thank you. Crow... Crow will know what to do with the Pittian. Or Leroy, or... I... I-I have to go."

The hellhound gritted his fangs and quickly turned around, his clawed paws frantically taking him off back into the swamp and forestland, disappearing between the heavily clumped trees as his chest rose and fell in a panic. Everything was still so hazy, and he could barely remember what he had done before suddenly everything had snapped into place, and everyone was yelling at each other or looking disapprovingly at him for just doing his job to protect the group. Letting out a heavy breath, he grew further and further away from the others and into the wilds surrounding them, his barbed thoughts the only things cutting through the clouds that hung over his head. Fuck Kamara, fuck Kiira. He had done the right thing. He hadn't just let Moth get taken off like so many others had been recently.

( wormwood is out !! )
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Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: RED on September 14, 2019, 08:08:29 PM
Once upon a time Red had known a man that carried something vicious, something restless in his heart. Though just as he shouldered a burden, he carried himself as a leader, as a defender too. But he knew what lurked under the surface, and kept the world at arm's length, too fearful of the beast inside him to let anyone in too close. One night he slaughtered two humans and left the rest scattering for cover, skin flayed by razor-sharp claws and faces wrought with horror. They'd never seen it coming. Nobody had known but him.

Red sees the blood, the limp bodies, and thinks distantly of an old friend. He sees the fresh blood staining Wormwood's chest and thinks of bodies in a field, chests caved in, the last flickers of life fading fast from their eyes. He sees a monster in Wormwood and does his best not to fear it. "Jesus." He's not as quick to arrive as the others, working at a steady limp with only half the lung capacity he used to have. But when he does, he moves in briskly in spite of the pain, watching Wormwood drop Moth's broken body to the ground and another figure beside her. Selby's already taken control, and Worm can only watch like the rest of them. They're children waiting for the father to get home; wherever Crow is, they need him here now. Red wants to do something in the meantime, to help, or at least try to reconcile the chaos, but the most he can muster is a pensive wheeze of a sigh that whistles out from his near-broken nose. It's all he can do, really; what's done is done.

He takes a few steps forward, the rank scent of the Pitt leaving him uneasy as he stares down at a stranger's flayed body. A sharp pain hits him as he forces another intake of breath, and Red clutches the bandages wrapped just below the center of his chest. He leans a little, resting a hand on Wormwood's shoulder; just as they stood when Red returned, one body seeking the support of another. How unfortunate it was that when Wormwood needed someone to lean on, only a broken body remained to bear the load.

The bickering, the tension, it's a recipe for disaster - if all he could do was keep Wormwood grounded in this vicious state, so be it. It comes as instinct when he gives his shoulder a small squeeze. "...I'm not up for fighting over whether or not the Pitt deserves a break. But, screw you too."

He almost calls out to Roy when he sees him, only because the boy looks hurt, frightened in a way that said he knew this would happen all along. This isn't his father at Red's side, but something else, blood-matted and feral, a creature that could kill in a way that Wormwood never would, never could. What trust he'd put in Wormwood was surely gone now. Heat fills the air, sparks crackling among the cacophony of shouting voices, and Red realizes it's too late to try and make amends. He doubts he could convince Roy that the man before him was the same who went looking for him, offered a home to him -  he doesn't expect Roy to understand. The boy runs, and Red doesn't try to stop him.

It's Worm, though, that worries him. The aura hanging over his body is a fragment of its former self, carrying an intensity and anger that he'd never associated with the Chaser before. "It's alright... Moth's alright. We're gonna figure this ou-" A metallic taste lingers on the back of his tongue as he forces the words out through the sharp pangs that claw at his chest. The Chaser doesn't seem to hear him, though, already giving chase after Roy and disappearing into the brush before the last syllable leaves his lips. Red sputters through a rough cough as he charges forward a few steps, unable to give chase. "Wormwood - Worm!"
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: selby roux ! on September 14, 2019, 08:48:17 PM
Selby nods at Delilah as she puts herself into position, and he seizes Moth’s arm, grasping it firmly. Any other stimulus was gone in his mind as he looked down at his patient, preparing to brief her on what would happen next. "Alright. I’m ready. Moth, I’m going to put your arm back into position now. It’s going to hurt really bad for just one second, and then it’s going to feel a lot better. On the count of three. One... two..." And then, without warning, he shoved the limb back into its rightful place. "Three," he said, moving up to examine his work, making sure he had done it correctly. "Alright. It’s done. You did a great job, Moth. You’ll need to stay off your feet for at least a couple of weeks, and then after that you shouldn’t do any strenuous activity for a couple of months. If all goes well, you should be good as new after that.

He turned to address Wormwood next, but then the beast was leaning down to him and telling him to take care of Moth. "Hang on, I still need to—" the sawbone began, but his fellow tangler was already leaving. Roy’s brief appearance hadn’t even registered in his mind as he worked on Moth. Red’s call caught his attention, and Selby’s eyes came to focus on the ape. His frustration melted away, replaced with concern. "Ah, geez. You shouldn’t be up, Red," he started, dashing over to him. "I asked you to stay off that ankle for a reason... Does it hurt too much? Did you tweak it?"
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: beck on September 14, 2019, 10:00:35 PM
got powerplay permission from tikki!

     At first, he followed Selby with innocent intentions in mind. Isolated bedrest -- with only visits from medics that knocked on his door not out of the willingness to keep him company, but rather out of their medical responsibility -- admittedly became boring after one or two days of watching the same movies at least twice in a row. So in preparation for the sawbone's visit that day, Beck devised a plan to trail after his newfound friend when he concluded his afternoon visit with him. His paw steps were silent as he slipped down the rotting stairs attached to the side of his houseboat's porch, stalking after the tabby while suppressing a giggle. Maybe he could surprise him with a little jumpscare... although given Selby's newest stress wrinkles, leaping in front of him might induce cardiac arrest. Then he would lose yet another friend. Beck shook his head, pausing his limping stride to brainstorm a better idea.

     A shout broke the forest's quiet and ferns rustled a distance ahead, snapping the injured poltergeist from his concentration. Tentatively rising to his feet, he stumbled to where Selby had undoubtedly last been before darting off with someone else. A pang of jealousy gripped the cavity a heart used to safely reside in, encased by a now-shredded membrane. His crooked smile twisting into a pout, Beck flared his nose and pressed onward with his pace slowed to prevent his stitches from tearing like last time. The sound of contentious voices crescendoed; he flattened his ears in response, but the strengthening stench of those accountable for the cruelty leaving his entrails exposed and eye gouged was enough to freeze him in his tracks. Oh God no, not Selby. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if the young sawbone experienced the torture he did. Wait... he wouldn't be able to live with himself metaphorically. Hunching bony shoulders, the mangy feline quickened his gait -- even if recovering from being absolutely torn apart at the seams, he thought he could still damage a potential attacker enough to allow Selby an escape. Even a simple diversion would be better than nothing. After all, he wasn't exactly at risk of death like the airsuckers he called friends.

   The sight greeting him when he peered from the foliage did little to relieve his worries. Someone had been attacked after all. Narrowing his remaining eye, Beck turned his attention to the filth responsible for the pained cries of Moth and copper tint to the air. His mind locked onto the new target, a sneer contorting bandaged features as the boy's apparition disappeared. No one ever noticed him on the best of days, but he wouldn't want the wolf to see his killer approaching so soon. With a cold presence the only detail to signal his arrival at the scene, the poltergeist slipped through the crowd, reaching the Pittian without interference. The wolf had been rendered unconscious. Lame; he wanted to witness the life leave his eyes. The entity cast aside the veil of invisibility once learning this and coiled paws around the canine's neck, tightening around his windpipe and arteries like a garrote -- but usually, strangulation only took a few seconds on television. The attacker's chest still inflated with air. Scowling, Beck shifted his hold to grasp the wolf just behind his jawbone before swiftly jerking his head to the side at an awkward angle. Like ripping off a band-aid, but with more resistance and sickening crunches of vertebrae. He released the fresh corpse's head, letting it flop backward in a fashion that reminded him of a PEZ dispenser. The feline pushed himself away from the wolf, expression empty as he stared at his handiwork. One less enemy for them to kill later. And if the meat weren't from the Pitt and undoubtedly rotten, he might have brought Audrey home its dinner.
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: suvi k. on September 14, 2019, 10:39:03 PM
(https://i.imgur.com/Uo6QexN.png?1)
— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —
She'd been right.  There.  Unpopular decision.  Whatever.  She didn't know why her heart deflated.  But anger quickly replaced the disappointment.  She bottled it, head flashing up towards Torren at the sound of his voice.  Ever the calm and formal.  Honestly, he threw her off, enough so she never saw Beck coming.  Then again, he was like her in many ways.  Of course, she didn't see him coming.  Invisibility.  Intangibility.  The fact he ought to be resting.

Even when he reappeared.  But she's close to the unconscious Pittian when it happens, enough to scramble back in shock and surprise when her former team-mate arrived on scene with only violent intent.  Her tongue touches the roof of her mouth but she fumbles on any sort of noise.  Unable to fully register what was happening, only that it was.

No, no, no.  Ņo̴͏b̀͟o͘͘d̷̨y ͝h̶҉͝a̵͟ś̸͘ ̡t̸o di͜͠e͏̶͏.̴̢͠  It's enough to bring her down, slumping against the nearby Torren.  The cracking sound echoes likes a steady drum in her mind.  She feels ill, her stomach all kinds of twisted.  Cold.  Dizzy.  Ņo̴͏b̀͟o͘͘d̷̨y ͝h̶҉͝a̵͟ś̸͘ ̡t̸o di͜͠e͏̶͏.̴̢͠
— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: selby roux ! on September 15, 2019, 04:07:40 PM
While Selby was attempting to fuss over Red, a flash of movement caught his eye and his attention turned to find the cause of the distraction. Beck was fussing about near the still figure of the fallen Pittian, and the sawbone’s eyes narrowed in frustration. Had all of his patients lost their minds? Was this an elaborate attempt to put him out of his misery via cardiac arrest? Was Sam going to appear over the ridge next? Clearing these thoughts from his mind in an attempt to calm down, he began to speak. "Beck? You shouldn’t be up... Get away from th—"

The abrupt cut in his speech was caused by the realization of what the ghost was doing near the Pittian to begin with. His head flopped to the side at a sickening, unnatural angle, and Selby found that he could not look away. He hadn’t wanted Kiira to heal the person who attacked Moth (especially without consulting with Crow first), but he hadn’t wanted to see him killed. Selby’s eyes drifted back to Beck, expression slack with shock. "What the fuck? Why...? What? I don’t... what? Why? I don’t understand... why you’d..." The thoughts tumbled out of his mouth, the sawbone incapable of stemming their flow.

He wanted to approach, but his mind also screamed for him to run away. His body struck a compromise between the two without his permission, and Selby found himself frozen in place. Is this how it’s supposed to work?
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Kamara Jilani on September 17, 2019, 05:40:35 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
code by spacexual (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?action=profile;area=summary;u=20)

So much occurred, she kept calm, but it was chaotic to say the least. It was quiet and then suddenly everyone started talking. She flicked her ear and lashed her tail. Ice and violet danced around, trying to see what was happening.

Next thing she knew, Wormwood was gone. That was fine, but he didn't leave before throwing the feline's body a little more. Terrible. All mortals were like children to her. You tell them, warn them, advise them, to not do the wrong thing because you know. Because you've experienced. And yet, like children, they reject, rebel, and retaliate because they insist you're wrong. Or worse, they know you're right and they couldn't care less.

And that is how the bad in the world continued on.

Another burst of chaos. Suddenly before her the canine's neck was jerked in a unholy fashion. Before she could stop herself, a deep snarl escaped her in anger.

"What the- you are monsters.", not all of them she recognized those trying to help...

Eyes moved to @suvi k. watching her slump down. Eyes furled in sympathy, softly she walked over. Moving to touch her nose to the canine's forehead. Kamara had come to the decision, in her brief time here, that this place was not for her.

"I'm sorry darling. Just know you're not wrong, in fact... more often than not the true and righteous way is often the least supported. Follow your heart, stay strong."

never will she bow


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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref. (https://i.postimg.cc/SNvdjJtG/49-FFD078-90-DB-4-DDA-ADD4-DFB689724320.jpg)) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come :)


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention @Kamara Jilani

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: DELILAH. on September 17, 2019, 06:31:00 PM
Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie

CRACK!

She heard it- the snap of bones, the nasty twist. She hated having enhanced senses in moments like these. Everything seemed to slow down, yet Delilah merely closed her eyes and continued to work. It wasn't until the word monster was brought up that she opened her eyes, blind gaze scornfully glancing over to the one responsible for such words.

"You know nothing of the people of this place! You aren't doing anything but preaching to people who don't need it. It causes chaos. What you're doing is bringing chaos where chaos isn't needed." Delilah spoke with a sharp tone, but still somehow managed to maintain the calm around her despite the increased amounts of cherry blossoms falling from her pelt thanks to the anxiety bubbling up to the surface. Her eyes soon moved to the form of @selby roux ! , telepathy reaching out and attempting to connect with the male's inner voice. If it was successful, the female would speak briefly to him.

"We need to get rid of that body. I need Beck and the others out of here, I'll do it."

It was an odd thing for Delilah to say, but the verbal words she spoke next seemed to be her own will- maybe with bits of Lilith's opinion as well.

"Anyone who is just going to sit and stare like a bunch of squatting, gawking ducks and not help, needs to leave. You're just in the way."
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basics.
✯ delilah evergarden // deli, lilah, flower girl, pinkie, petals, miss evergarden.
✯ female // she/her
✯ 32 months // mentally mature // spiritually old
✯ tanglewood
- ex-medic
✯ revenant, gatorbait, host
✯ completely blind, has only three legs, usually seen with a hand-made metal prosthetic.
- mental bond with renegadeanthem
- shares body with succubus named lilith


appearance.
✯ maine coon [domesticated feline]
[ref] (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/382302961767809038/512766803215253512/demoness_form.png)
✯ slim, feminine maine coon feline with soft pink pastel fur. around her paws is black vine-like markings, and there are darker pink dots on her back. black and pink cherry blossoms constantly flow from her pelt thanks to her aesthetic element. she has pink irises, pale schlera, and slitted magenta pupils. her tail is long and extremely fluffy. her other tail is whip-like, with a heart shaped tip on the tip of it. she has drippy, inky black faerie wings that look more cursed than pure. she has darker colored curved horns on her head that curls around her ears. she still only has three legs.
accessories - grey scarf, satchel.
scars/marks/tattoos - three claw marks over both eyes, whip/claw scars all the way down her back, scar on her left inner front arm, flower branding on her stomach, skull branding on her back left thigh, scar on the corner of her lip, scar marks on her muzzle, she has a large scar across her neck where her throat was previously slit.
accent - Soft, gentle, motherly voice.
phobias - None.

relationships.
✯ best friends with arrow
✯ sisterly affection for morgan & leroy
✯ respects red & wormwood
✯ dislikes cosette
✯ mentored by malphas
✯ [G1] titania x oberon [npc's]
- adopted by talia and malkyn
✯ sibling of spica evergarden (f) & kasper evergarden (m)
✯ adoptive mother of flint (m)
✯ demisexual heteroromantic
✯ taken // in love with renegadeanthem [1/2 of deliren]

interaction.
✯ tags (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=4080) // plot (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=2900.0)
✯ physically below varies // mentally hard // x-ray vision, earth elementals, telekinesis, mental bond, mental manipulation, possession, enhanced senses.
✯ attack in underline

(c) LEXASPERATED (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=3214.0)
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Kamara Jilani on September 18, 2019, 12:38:13 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
code by spacexual (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?action=profile;area=summary;u=20)

Kamara pulled away from Suvi, two toned eyes narrowing at the rosy cat.

"I know nothing of this place? That is false. I may be a guest but I have eyes, ears, and most of all a mind. Now I may not know the intimate details of the monstrosities that the Pitt is responsible for here. But I have seen what you all have allowed to occur.

She took a step forward teeth bared and ears pinned, "You seem to lack the ability to take responsibility for your actions, to acknowledge them for what they are. Instead you use the ugly crimes committed upon you as an reason to excuse your equally ugly actions."

Her tail was whipping and lashing, curling to uncurl sharply, "Chaos is already here young one. Do not act like I am the one bringing it when you're the ones stirring it upon yourselves and throwing it out into the world to spread like a parasite!"


Kamara snorted, gathering herself just as quickly as her rage came.

Her tone died down and returned to its former pitch, "Yes get rid of the body. Throw it away as if it wasn't a life with value. Thank you all for showing me the true nature of Tanglewood. I will be leaving shortly."

never will she bow


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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref. (https://i.postimg.cc/SNvdjJtG/49-FFD078-90-DB-4-DDA-ADD4-DFB689724320.jpg)) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come :)


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention @Kamara Jilani

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: moth on September 19, 2019, 05:13:50 PM
The first voice that was heard by the female when she woke up was Selby’s, and as she lay there the leopard would turn her head towards the sawbone, listening to the words her mentor spoke to her in response to her questions, head swirling with the information that she was given, a slow nod coming from her in understanding, stopping as soon as the movement made her realize the pain that she was in. When she woke up, she hadn’t noticed the pain in her jaw from speaking, but now that the adrenaline was finished coursing its way through her body from the sudden pain she had felt that jolted her awake, it was now dawning on her that she was hurt, and it seemed as though some of the ones here were helping to get her better. Helping to get things straightened out and going once again. It only confirmed her theory when Selby told her what had happened. Her arm was dislocated. When did that happen? She hadn’t fallen weird, and she knew that it wasn’t dislocated before she was out, so it must have been some time after that. Yeah… some time after that.

Other voices reached her ears, and Moth would absentmindedly flick her ear, half-listening to what was going on, her focus mainly on that of Selby, listening to the words he was speaking to her. Not only in the hopes of learning things that would further her education and knowledge of herbs and medicine in general, but to keep her mind off the Pittian that had attacked her - she’d rather not think about him right now. If she had, she knew fear would course through her body, and she didn’t want that right now. Even if he was unconscious, he was still in the territory, and that already terrified her enough without focusing more on him. From what she gathered, there was enough members of Tanglewood focussing on the other already, whether it be them there just to make sure he didn’t do anything if he woke up, or those that were there to heal him. She couldn’t care less if he had gotten healed or not, something that was quite out of character for the female, but in her time here, she already saw the things that the Pitt could do, and she wanted justice not only for herself but for Beck, Sam, Red, Selby and Crow. She knew that they were still unwell mentally after what had happened in the junkyard when they had found the body that Jervis had left there. She still didn’t know who it was that had died, but she wasn’t blind or an idiot, and knew that it had been someone that was close to the leader and the sawbone.

The appearance of Roy went unnoticed to the female, ears flicking to turn to her friend as he spoke, brows furrowing slightly. Worm was talking about the Pittian, talking about what had happened, and he seemed to be in some sort of argument with someone. So there were some there trying to heal him, trying to help him, and her ears would soon pin to her head, eyes closing tight as she tried to focus on something else, breath hitching for a second before Worm’s voice reached her ears once more, drifting away quickly as he left, and she’d open her eyes, confused. Why was he leaving? What was going on? But Red was there too, she didn’t know Red too well, but she knew Worm seemed to like him, and she trusted him. She didn’t know why she trusted the male despite not knowing him too well, but she did. Her mind switched gears when Red left, chasing after Roy, and she’d focus once again on Selby and Delilah, listening to the words that they spoke in regards to her, head nodding in response to Selby’s explanation of what was about to happen, though she hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it had, and a sharp yelp came from the female’s throat, maw opening in response, causing more pain to shoot through her jaw, tears finally forming in her eyes as she listened to his words - she’d need to stay off her feet for a couple of weeks. She was going to be so bored, and she was going to feel so useless.

Is there still stuff I can do to he-” She cut off as the air shifted around them, sudden silence washing over the group before Selby began to stutter out his words, and she finally managed to make herself sit up, careful in how much she moved her hurt arm, head lifting up and shifting so that she could see more things around her, and her eyes landed on Roman, the Mexican Wolf laying there dead, head shifted at an odd angle, and her eyes would widen as she looked over towards Beck, the newest one there, the only one that hadn’t been talking and arguing over what should happen to the male that had come across the border uninvited. Beck took the task to himself and decided on what would be best without consulting others, and, in this case, Moth wasn’t sure how she should feel about that, her mind too clogged with different things swirling around it to think about it. Her attention turned towards Selby and she began to speak his name, trying to get him grounded to something, before the words from Kamara and Delilah washed over her. She didn’t know Kamara, only recognized the voice as someone who was pushing for things to go differently than the majority, and the final words that came from the other was the tipping point for the timid female, and, finally, Moth spoke not to Selby but to the other leopard, ears pinned to her head as anger bubbled over into her words, protecting the place that she had grown to love and consider home from false words no matter how much pain it brought to her to speak.

You’re wrong.” she would speak, eyes narrowing as she glared at the feline before her, her own teeth baring in response to the threatening pose that Kamara took when responding to Delilah’s words. “Eyes, ears, and mind don’t mean shit when you don’t have the experience the majority of those here have. When you are dealing with something as wrong as the things that the Pitt do, every once in a while someone dies, no matter how hard to try to keep it from happening. It may be a cycle, but it’s not one that will simply halt if we roll onto our backs and plea for them to stop as we sit there and do nothing.” Her tail lashed behind her as Moth began to sit herself up, putting all her pressure onto the arm that wasn’t dislocated to save her from more pain, the feathers around her neck beginning to rise in frustration, wings outstretching slightly for a moment before she shook her head, and they all lowered, wings pressing close to her body. “You admit that you have seen nothing of what the Pitt has done to our group, which likely means you have no idea what they’ve done to other groups as well. One member of theirs dying is nothing compared to those they’ve killed, tortured to the point where they wished they were dead, enslaved. You think it, they’ve done it. And I can assure you that anywhere you go to find a place to call home, it will be the same. If you want a place that is the ideal of perfection with no violence at all, then go find a book and figure out a way to become part of it.
Title: Re: CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack
Post by: Kamara Jilani on September 21, 2019, 12:01:17 AM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
code by spacexual (https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?action=profile;area=summary;u=20)


Hm...

Here came Kamara's flaws. The condescending complex.

She looked at Moth, blinking slowly and even tilting her head in faux contemplation.

"Clearly you guys lack the ability to stop the cycle then, considering you're the one on the ground broken."

Kamara yawned, now very much so bored with this place. Time to move on.

"Eyes, ears, and mind mean very much if they've kept me whole and alive all this time darling. If you can't defend yourself from monsters then I doubt you'll live very long. Use your mind and don't wander alone anymore, especially if you had prior knowledge of the Pitt and knew they had a habit of harming regardless of location."


Flicking her tail she turned her tail to leave the Tanglewood for good, having seen enough.

"I bid you all farewell." she walked away muttering, "Roll on our backs and plea.... puh. Tell what you just did now? Allowing them to harm you. Little girl would be dead if it wasn't for Wormwood."

 
never will she bow


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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref. (https://i.postimg.cc/SNvdjJtG/49-FFD078-90-DB-4-DDA-ADD4-DFB689724320.jpg)) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come :)


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention @Kamara Jilani

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here