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The Pitt / Re: PRIDE ;; open, return
« Last post by -- august on Today at 05:01:08 PM »
i'm the treasure
code by spacexual
august felt his body turned tense at the sound of another voice.

dog.

dog. slave. dog. mutt. mongrel. slave-

stopstopstop.

deep breaths. he inhaled slowly, rushing his exhale forth before turning up to look at caustic. "scraps?" he glanced down at the bones and shrugged. "um... bad habit, i guess." how quickly he had left behind his manners when kydobi had claimed protection over him. how quickly he had reverted back to his habits when he had died. even if he had returned and led... they seemed unlikely to leave for now.

"my name's august. i would like if you called me that instead, please." august turned back up to caustic, curious as to when he had arrived.


i'm the prize
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The Pitt / Re: DEAD MAN WALKING ☆ visiting
« Last post by -- august on Today at 04:56:17 PM »
i'm the treasure
code by spacexual
auggie hadn't regretted getting back out and active, but wow... had it been tiring making himself get up every day again. he found it hard to fathom he had done it before. getting up every morning before dawn and working for the goons that took advantage of jervis' methods. still doing that even after kydobi had placed him under his care. he wondered if doing it so consistently over so long had caused him to burn out. definitely not the after effects of his grief and general depression.

auggie had felt incredibly guilty for not giving any warning to his friends in the halls. though with all the guilt on his chest he had felt no motivation to say anything. believing they had already all moved on from him. he missed redvox, though. it hurt that he let himself believe he would just... leave him behind. truthfully he had no actual cause to go about outside of camp when he was still recovering from his lack of appetite and self care. maybe to try and get himself to do something even if it was walking about.

of course he hadn't expected to find anyone out here. so soon after jervis' execution, he didn't think anyone would want to come around for a while. he wasn't really aware of how many enemies kydobi had. his eyes squinted when he saw two figures ahead of him, first identifying astiar. the dragon was a bit difficult to forget even if he was just a blur against the sky. the second... well, he didn't want to get his hopes up.

he did anyway.

august found his pace quickening, coming closer to the border until he caught the scent. oh... wow. he was here. he was right there. right in front of him. go say something stupid. right. right he had to say something.

"i missed you." good. now stop crying and hug him. had he been crying? he put a paw to his cheek to feel a few tears and laughed, reaching his muzzle up toward the harbinger. "i'm sorry. i'm really sorry i… i'm stupid. to put it short. i got sad and stupid."


i'm the prize
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Tanglewood / Re: light is running low / joiner
« Last post by K. MILLER on Today at 04:26:12 PM »
Aurum's ability to shift in and out of a fatherly guise was as amusing to watch as it was terrifying. One moment he was raging fire, and the next, he was calling an unfamiliar kit "little one" and treating them like one of his own; funny, how people put on masks and took them off so easily. The kit would surely never imagine the kind of hatred Aurum could direct towards a threat when he offered a smile so warm. Sam, less so - she appeared a bit disgruntled, but from what little Kazuhira had seen of her since her return, that seemed to be a default. She wasn't particularly unfriendly, just seemed less-than-pleased about her current circumstances and cautious of anything out of the ordinary. That was, of course, fair enough.

The young feline at the border appears only apprentice-aged, and peculiar in their appearance. Much like their neighborhood party-thrower, Kris had brightly colored fur unlike the camouflage-conducive earth tones that shaded most pelts. He supposed Aurum had already asked the more important details, though he couldn't help wondering where Kris had ventured from, be it another group or some far-off land. He'd ask later, he supposed. For now, the cheetah came to a halt beside the Proxy, nodding calmly in greeting to the stranger and saying nothing else for now.
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Tanglewood / Re: APPLE JUICE AND PEACH / o, m&g + official return
« Last post by moth on Today at 03:55:03 PM »
It had been a long time since Moth had thought about Poetking. Their friendship that they had developed before the other had left had lead to Aurum and herself getting close and developing a sibling-like relationship. His leaving had caused them only to get closer, and although at the time that wasn't how Moth had thought she and Aurum would become siblings, she was glad it had happened. She wasn't glad, however, about how Poet was suddenly here, hosting a meet and greet, after just leaving without a word the last time. He hadn't said goodbye to her, after the time they had been spending and growing a bond - one that was now shattered completely, but a bond nonetheless - and the female was angry.

Poet hadn't known about the feelings Moth had towards him at that time. She didn't think anyone did but Aurum at this point, as they had talked a small bit about it, though no words were ever spoken where she had outright admitted it she didn't think, but Aurum was smart... he probably knew. She no longer felt that way towards Poet, Selby was her everything, and she wouldn't change that for the world, but the sound of Poet's voice made memories rush back to her, a small initial glimpse of excitement rushing through her before the confusion and anger settled in, and her ears pinned as the small pregnant feline came over, sitting next to Aurum, listening to his words, noting that he didn't seem too excited either by the way his voice sounded. Was this a surprise to him too?

"I think most of you know me as well, though for those that don't, I'm Moth..." She would finally speak, the words she wished to speak she kept quiet, they were not something meant for the open, rather something she'd have to have a private discussion about.
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The first thing he did was race to meet his mom, Bai Shi and try to tackle hug them. “Hi mom! When do you think the people will come?!” He might have appeared excited and extroverted, but he was actually shy and reclusive. He might just stick to Bai’s side or to one of his siblings instead, talking to a select few he deemed appropriate to speak to. Hell, maybe the spirits would be joining in! He could talk to them, too!

Mom, can I sit with you?” Leoku inquired, tilting his adorable head which appeared to now be growing horns and antlers as he aged. He was also having back pains from the wing stumps growing in as well. But he wanted to spend some quality time with Bai Shi, or one of his kinder and easier siblings.
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If anything, Leoku was pleased with how everything looked. Well, amazed and in awe, as he had never seen anything like this before. It struck something... familiar deep within him, but to see it in person was a whole other story. The lanterns and decorations made the fox and dragon mix grin with excitement as he raced forward towards Bai Shi.

Mom! It looks great! I’m really happy!” And that wasn’t a lie- he really was genuinely looking forward to the event, even if it would only be for a short while. He was quiet and did enjoy his space, being introverted and all. He wouldn’t mind hanging back later at the gathering with one or two others to relax.

I hope a lot of people show up!
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The Typhoon / Re: RARA AVIS IN TERRIS NIGROQUE SIMILLIMA CYGNO || Joinnig
« Last post by AHAB on Today at 02:31:59 PM »
In the most literal sense, the bird is intruding - he flew into their territory and landed smack in the middle of it. Though he knows he shouldn't worry so much, Ahab cannot help the prickle of nerves that bundle up tight in his chest. It's an unfamiliar feeling, being so concerned for anything beyond his own survival. Surely a swan on their shore wouldn't stand a chance against his massive claws, but he recognizes that it isn't his own livelihood that concerns him. Strangely enough, it's the kitten and his mother, much smaller than himself and far more likely to be a target of any intruder that was looking for easy prey.

He isn't sure what to make of all that; there's a cold, unfeeling static building in the peripheral of his conscious thought, along with the pressing feeling that he's deviating ever-further from a plan that he never needed to know, or understand. Roxanne and her child were not important to the execution of his original mission. Those goals had long since been met, but he still felt the instinctive urge to adhere to what kept him in line. Another part of him, still vying for freedom, wants to assure that they remain unharmed by any stranger that tread upon this territory. He was intended to be alone in life yet wanted to draw things close to him and never let go. Love was not his language. Family was a myth. Danger was something to hide his treasures from and wait out the storm - not something to lunge at with blind intent to kill.

He was never supposed to be making these choices, was he?

The grizzly quells all of that budding anxiety with a huff. Finding his center, he tethers himself to it, giving pause in his motions until the blanked-out feeling washes over in a passing tide. Then, he focuses back on the present. "Rest?" Ahab tests the words out carefully, pondering the bird's request. Again, all of his trained senses are telling him that this is not safe to the survival of his newly-acquired cargo. And, yet, he is willing to go out on a limb to protect them. With risk comes reward - and his rational mind presses that a swan was hardly vicious in battle. "I... Think it will be alright to let you stay here." The bear cannot help the cautious edge to his voice. "But not in her home. We can find you someplace else to sleep. Is that alright with you?"
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Uncharted Territories / Re: SINCE WE'VE BEEN ALRIGHT ☆ o, plant display
« Last post by Aslisk on Today at 01:47:13 PM »
I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot
The gods of this place were... something, alright. A whole festival dedicated to them was equally something. Aslisk hadn't attended many festivals or parties before, especially not back home. There weren't any holidays for the goddess that the featherbrains worshipped. Aslisk didn't think that they even did particular worship towards their goddess. Parties were a different manner. Did the races between the cities count, since they were giant gatherings? Aslisk wasn't certain. What about the human holiday that they were beginning to incorporate? The one about giving gifts - the one that she'd just missed. Wasn't really worth thinking over all that much because she wasn't there right now. She was here. This stupid place. This place that she hated. On the days where homesickness claimed her harshest the wyvern wanted to do nothing more than torch the entire place. She wanted for the feeling of longing for home to be shared, for it to not just be her that was having to deal with it. Misery loves company. Aslisk knew that stupid human saying, and she absolutely hated it. Her desires to make such a statement a reality was shoved down as many things were.

Her burnt form trotted over. Webbed ears were perked to listen to the Harbringer. Health and seasons. The featherbrains really would like this god, wouldn't it? Their planet was eternally summer and sickness rarely ever happened. Similar. The plants didn't make sense to Aslisk on the barest level. Why were plants here? She wasn't certain. Probably had something to do with seasons, a deeper thought to apply reasoning to the display before her. Ichigo would have liked this, Aslisk notes. Ichigo would have liked to look at these plants, and hear about a goddess of health when she was always so sickly. Her jagged teeth clenched. Again it was shoved down. She'd deal with it later. "Well. There sure is a lot of plants here," Aslisk huffed. Red eyes surveyed the pathway - she probably couldn't get too close or else her uncontrolled flames would probably make the beautiful sight meet an early end. "They're good looking enough, I guess. What's happening once this event is over? Replanting them? Or are they just going to stay here?"

TAGS 11/19/19: ShowHide
GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ halls of hiraeth | regent | hot shot

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 100% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. This wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.
— covered in severe burn wounds


✧ sinotyrannus (ref.) | health: 100% | alternate body
— a 3 meter tall sinotyrannus kazuensis covered in a thick pelt of purple fur. Darker purple spots dot her pelt much like the spots of a cheetah. Her face is scaled and a lighter and paler purple in color, with her yellow scar cutting across her snout. She has long, pink horns sticking out from her head and curling back towards her face. Sharp teeth line her gums, longer in the front and firmer in the back. Her arms are stocky and have dark purple feathers lining the back, with each hand having three fingers. Her feet are blue, ending in green talons on each of her three toes. A fourth dewclaw hangs from the inside of her legs. A long tail is covered in spikes and ends in a seemingly harmless tuft of feathers, which is actually an incredibly dense smacking club.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision
— incredibly great night vision


PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
wyvern: physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
sinotyrannus: physically hard | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention @Aslisk when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!
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The Pitt / Re: HEARTS AND SPADES ;; open
« Last post by Astiar on Today at 11:44:04 AM »
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The cicada usually spent most of his time that wasn't spent searching for food was spent following Kydobi around. The Ardent was, really, as close to a friend as the insect was capable of getting. Or perhaps Astiar following him around was simply because he was a familiar and constant face in the sea of people that resided within the Pitt. Constants helped reinforce things in his simplistic mind. Constant presence meant familiarity, familiarity meant comfortable, and comfortable sated his instincts urges of fight or flight and his overall indifference towards practically everything. He was a basic and simple minded creature. He, too, did not mind borders. Cicadas did not have territory. His mind was too simple to understand the concept of owning and patrolling land. Such complexities were so far over Astiar's head that they didn't register to him in the slightest.

The times that he wasn't following after the leader of the group? He was either sleeping, wandering, or looking for something to eat - the latter two choices practically one and the same. The burnt jungle didn't have enough trees to sustain him. They were burnt. They were stripped of any nutrition that he could have digested and used. It led him to wander and leave the group's territory in search of leafy trees that actually would provide him with sustenance. Mostly his approach had been a result of wandering. A noisy approach for sure, the ever constant buzzing of his wings signaling that he was coming long before he came trotting into view. His mandibles clicked, looking over the mother and cubs present. Blue antennae curled from the top of his head. A chittering noise parted from the creature, lowering his head as if to get a better look. "GREETING SMALL NO FOOD SMALL GREETING," Astiar boomed, lashing at the minds of those present with his words to attempt to speak. He spoke through the mind - mental communication in the most basic form of both communication and the power's usage overall - and was as loud as the sharp buzzing of his wings. He was a noisy menace both in the heads of those he was around, and externally by the ever present buzzes. Another chitter parted from his maw. One of them almost looked familiar, almost enough to warrant further curiosity than the norm. The odd metal deterred his mind from making the connection.

control yourself and take only what you need from it

TAGS 9/4/19: ShowHide
GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ unallianced
— wherever there is food, that is where Astiar will take up temporary residence. Notably most of his time is spent in the Pitt, but has distanced himself from the group due to the lack of food following the raid.

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— current injures: burnt front right leg, deep scratches in his front scales

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely

✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
✧ Screeching
— Submission. 'Stop'. 'Go away'. 'I yield'. Panic. Fear. Terror.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | mental manipulation/communication | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, hard provoke | will kill
— notably this is for instances where Astiar must fight. If able, Astiar will never raise his claws against any other creature unless he has been directly ordered to do so
— commands must be one word. If any words follow the command, Astiar is unable to understand due to his limited intelligence. Heavy presence of emotion will equally tarnish his ability to follow commands.
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention @Astiar when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question as long as it is a simple command
— eats trees and other hard plant matter
— cannot understand speech
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The Pitt / Re: DEAD MAN WALKING ☆ visiting
« Last post by Astiar on Today at 10:36:10 AM »
decisions to decisions are made and not bought
The smell of blood and burnt earth had quickly become ordinary enough to be ignored by the insect. After all, Astiar practically lived here. The insect was no stranger to leaving the territory in search of food. Hunger was a massive problem. Prey was scarce for those who ate flesh, and plants were seldom as well. The massive dragon was of the latter group, surprisingly enough, but thankfully it meant that Astiar was rather harmless. The creature didn't have to eat food that, with his appetite, would likely prove problematic for the group that he tended to reside in. Eating plant matter meant that he was less of a hindrance. Eating mostly trees only furthered such a thing. Emotions and relationships were far over the cicada's head. They didn't click in his simple mind, they didn't apply. However, emotions and relationships not clicking didn't mean that he wasn't able to use such a thing. Curiosity was his best exhibition of Astiar's basic usage of emotions. Relationships? Well, he certainly wouldn't have been able to understand Redvox's feelings if he, himself, wasn't able to shift through them all.

The dragon had likely been about to leave the territory in order to find a suitable meal when he noticed the Gat. Near immediately Astiar stopped flying and heavily landed. He charged over like an excited puppy, loudly chattering as he did so. As simple as his mind was, recognizing people with his sharp eyes was something he was capable of doing. Once he finally did get close, his mind proposed for him to do his common iteration of greeting the Harbringer: loud buzzing and scraping at the ground. However, in addition, he now had another form of communication to use. "NO FOOD GREETING SMALL NO FOOD LIGHT GREETING HIVE NO FOOD," came the burst of mental noise from the bug - screaming and as noisy as he vocally was. Charging into people's minds to speak his almost nonsense. Once he finished he continued standing there. Just because he could barely speak didn't mean that he was capable of understanding the Harbringer's complex statements of wanting to see someone in particular. His wings buzzed noisily, head craning down a little. Astiar was thrilled to see someone familiar, especially someone that fell under the 'hive' term of his mind.

control yourself and take only what you need from it

TAGS 9/4/19: ShowHide
GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ unallianced
— wherever there is food, that is where Astiar will take up temporary residence. Notably most of his time is spent in the Pitt, but has distanced himself from the group due to the lack of food following the raid.

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— current injures: burnt front right leg, deep scratches in his front scales

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely

✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.
✧ Screeching
— Submission. 'Stop'. 'Go away'. 'I yield'. Panic. Fear. Terror.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | mental manipulation/communication | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, hard provoke | will kill
— notably this is for instances where Astiar must fight. If able, Astiar will never raise his claws against any other creature unless he has been directly ordered to do so
— commands must be one word. If any words follow the command, Astiar is unable to understand due to his limited intelligence. Heavy presence of emotion will equally tarnish his ability to follow commands.
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention @Astiar when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question as long as it is a simple command
— eats trees and other hard plant matter
— cannot understand speech
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