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Offline goldenluxury

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THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« on: December 19, 2020, 03:48:30 PM »
DEAR FRIEND as you know,   your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                               like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.
The smell of the ocean in her senses, sound of the waves, sight of seagulls flying above. Home. How she'd missed it. The captain could not help but stare for a moment, before it was time to charge. The plan had been fairly simple - gather your allies, your weapons, and take those greedy bastards down. The tigress' aunt had much more credit to take for this step, as the female had been prisoner for some weeks before being given time to heal in Tanglewood. The idea of others needing to take care of her, work for her, it did frustrate the workaholic. But, she'd had her share of war, her share of victory. It would always be a group effort, this was never something that could be denied. And, in the end, she would likely not be here at all had she not allowed herself the rest. Potentially not even breathing. And so, she would keep the complaints to herself, move along, be grateful that she was even alive to begin with, and figure it out.

Boats had always been the traditional manner the pirates had used to get around, and this would be no different. Most of the sailboats they'd owned remained docked at their home, however that didn't mean they could find new ones, build new ones. And so, once they'd get close enough to the archipelago of the Typhoon, the tigress would open her wings and take flight. Rolling thunder could be heard, electricity in the air - the warning of the demigoddess' arrival. She did not intend to keep this attack quiet, or a surprise. No, this was her home, and she would take it back loudly, angrily. Shifting her paws, she aims a spark towards the Typhoon's gate, hitting the bell and causing it to ring loudly in the air for all to hear. In another motion, the flying tigress strikes one bolt at the beach, a full announcement to their arrival to the shores.

"Party's over, assholes." She announces loudly, looking down on the lush territory, before splitting off from the crowd. She'd two goals in mind for this raid, and she knew one would be accomplished fairly easily, with or without her, but the second, she'd been waiting for. She'd been hunting the snake for a long time now. There was no more running away. And, she wanted to have a specific cutlass in her grasp as she did it. So, the female lands upon the Tempest, quickly moving her body to the captain's quarters where she could grab her cutlass scimitar.
« Last Edit: December 19, 2020, 03:48:42 PM by goldenluxury »
MR BLUE,  I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU  PLEASE BELIEVE ME.
MR BLUE,  I HAVE TO GO NOW, DARLING  DON'T BE ANGRY.

Offline RHINESTONE.

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #1 on: December 19, 2020, 07:11:21 PM »
RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEGATE
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"
Well, it seemed as though the time had come for action. A small portion of the Palm Glades had been lingering on the edge of the Typhoon's territory, just waiting for this to happen. Once the news of the Typhoon's approach from the sea had reached Rhinestone, he had immediately leapt into action, ready to gather his troops. However, they wouldn't be fighting on the side of the Coalition. Their deal with the Coalition had already been fulfilled, and now Rhine had no intention of protecting Stryker, or any of his little friends. This was why a large group of different creatures were now approaching the Typhoon's territory over the tracks, with Rhinestonestar at the head of them. The serval had a determined look on his face, and the wind seemed to arc and whip around him, hopefully keeping away anybody who tried to get too close, too soon. He could see lightning crashing into the shore in the distance, and he winced, able to sense the surge of power from Goldie all the way across the territory.

Turning to look at those behind him, Rhinestone called out firmly, "Palm Glades! It is time for us to show our true colors! We no longer have to show any sort of obligation or loyalty to Stryker, and his misguided attempts to take over everything in sight! Go, and attack the Coalition! Help the Typhooners get their home back!" Once he was done with his little speech, Rhine turned and charged forth across the low water and onto the sandy lands of The Typhoon's territory. His teeth were bared, and he kept an eye out for any Coalition members that tried to attack him. Hopefully, the other groups would be able to see that The Palm Glades were here to help them, rather than assist the Coalition.
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FEEL LIKE AN ATOM BOMB, ATOM BOMB, ATOM BOMB
CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, ANYMORE, ANYMORE

Offline Medusa

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #2 on: December 19, 2020, 07:39:33 PM »
PLEASE DON'T GO, PLEASE DON'T GO! I LOVE YOU SO, I LOVE YOU SO! Please break my heart. PLEASE DON'T GO, I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE I LOVE YOU SO! I LOVE YOU SO! —

There were moments where Medusa reconsidered her own life, reconsidered her choices. There were moments she reconsidered her revival, thinking her unworthy of it. But now, on the fighting lines of Palm Glades, ready to help take back Typhoon's land, those reconsiderations were thrown away. She was Primus. Fire lit up her forepaws as she followed the group, keeping to the front. 

Something snapped within the hybrid. The Coalition caused so much issue, so much suffering. She wordlessly listened to Rhine as he spoke, and when he charged, she followed in quick step. She felt power thrumming in her body, fire surging up to her shoulders.

God give mercy to the coalition.

"Speech."
MEDUSA
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MEDUSA is a FEMALE LEOPARD/BURMESE PYTHON with SHE/HER pronouns. She is PRIMUS of PALM GLADES and is 22 months old. She is physically MODERATE and mentally MODERATE. attack in BOLD. played by ASTRAL.

Offline gael

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #3 on: December 19, 2020, 09:26:51 PM »
GAEL Ó BROIN
The time had come for the Coalition to suffer for their arrogance.  The Ardent marched with steady beat, hazel eyes cold with a fire for blood -- armored and prepared for a fight, Gael led the Pittians to the railroad tracks.

The presence of the other groups only further demonstrated exactly what the vulpine had expected; in their blind conquest, the Coalition completely surrounded themselves by enemies with no hope of holding onto what they thought they could obtain.  Even their former allies are turning on them -- for Stryker failed to invoke true loyalty or trust.

Gael halted for a single moment, the air snapping around him in warning for the storm to come.  He possessed no doubts of the ferocity of his clanmates -- there would be no hesitation to spill blood today.  He smiled; a dark and promising expression before he turned to those who followed him, with only one command before diving into the fry.

"Show no mercy."
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby

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Offline JACK .

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #4 on: December 19, 2020, 10:48:01 PM »
It was not too long ago that Jack stood in this very state, the kodkod eager for battle, for blood to needlessly be spilt- to proove his loyalty with the life of another. Cementing his role as a killer, as a member of the Pitt. It was before the proving rite was made that the Pitt found solidarity in war; in ruthless battle and a need to spill it. Jack once thought himself someone who needed that, needed that blood to stain his pelt and blight the land- stain him in the way that couldn't be undone. In a time of relfection: Jack could appreciate the difference, he had a reason to fight, beyond the violence. Gael had given him that, something to fight for where once there was nothing but the needless need for blood.

It felt impossibly good.

The kodkod remained in form, their small feline body shifting with a fluidity that didn't match the ice that coated their fur like a cloak: an armor of motion, of power. The only true admission to any form of plating from their neck where bleached bone met white fur, icy eyes watched along the rest of his own group's march towards the isle, a feeling of deep rooted electricity thrum under his pelt, rippling with the power that showed outward in the ice he commanded.



Offline Kold

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« Reply #5 on: December 19, 2020, 11:03:24 PM »
And Still We Do Slumber -

Heat radiated within the Pittian's body, wolf-rottie form shed for their Salamander one, Kiln once again entered into the mind-space. While most of the Pitt stuck to the railroad, the being known as Kold stuck to the waters, causing the salt water to boil and bubble. Their hunger would be fulfilled today.

For the most part they stayed under the water, breaching to breath every now and then. Kiln and Kold said nothing, neither voice surfaced the mind, neither voice came from monstrous jaws. Their head surfaced, along with a full third of their entire body, heat radiating off of them like a pulse, a heartbeat. After Gael's words did they echo out a horrendous screech, metal on metal the sound. With ferocious energy they dove back into the water and sped toward Typhoon's shores.

"SPEECH"
[W]isker
Driving fast until
WE CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER'S ARMS .
Pittian — 1 year old — Bisexual/Biromantic — Hidden beast — Written by Astral

Offline Xhocoatl

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #6 on: December 19, 2020, 11:14:04 PM »

Xhocoatl, though wounded and tired still, kept up on the battle front in Tanglewood, and would do the same here, ready to take back his home from the bastards who thought they could take it. Hopping off his boat he would speedily limp toward the coming battle, war cry ripping from him. He killed Stheno, the shadow in his life for months. Now there was another snake to kill, and another snake to find.

He hoped and prayed that she was still on Typhoon's side.



"Speech"

All the people say,
"try to catch up,"
"Motherfucker!" — Anaconda/Feline — 3 years — The Typhoon — Heterosexual

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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #7 on: December 20, 2020, 06:09:57 PM »
The slender medic grit her teeth, nervous and on edge. Her satchel tapped her side as she trotted on the beach, hiding behind rocks and well behind the Typhoon’s fighters. The herbs and ointments created a floral perfume around her, instantly marking her as a healer, so she took care to stay out of the main throng of fighting.

She hated these things, from the battlefield screams to the tripping over fallen bodies. Her forked tail lashed as she hunkered down behind a rock on the beach, all four eyes half-closed as she centered herself on her breathing.

But she would assist, of course she would assist. The Coalition had taken the Typhoon’s home, and she refused to sit on the sidelines waiting for others to return from the pivotal battle. Even if she had no idea how to fight, she would still stand on the beach with them, ready to tend to the wounded when they fell. If they must fight for their home, so be it, but Rosemary would minimize the casualties. Otherwise, how could she call herself a Roux, a pirate, a healer?
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
[ everything’s nice on the outside ]
—— ♡ you run from the feeling, it finds you / you run from the feeling, can't hide / it tears you apart / it seems a bit darker / it tears you apart / it seems a bit darker / it seems a bit darker / it seems a bit darker / it tears you apart / it tears you apart / it seems a bit darker / it seems a bit darker / it tears you apart / it tears you apart ♡ —— TAGS & SONG

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« Reply #8 on: December 20, 2020, 06:26:13 PM »
Quasar charged behind Rhinestonestar out of loyalty to his home. The Typhoon? He cared little for the pirates; he hardly knew them, aside from Rosemary’s occasional visits, and he had no skin in the game for reclaiming their home. But the apprentice loathed Stryker for his pompous, dumbass words, and raiding with the Typhoon was an opportunity for him to smack the two-tongued bastard when he couldn’t before.

He gnashed his teeth, lightning zipping between his two ears, lowered his head, and readied himself for a fight.
[W]isker
[ supervillain ] —————————————————
—— ♡ Gotta be all that coco, eh? / Playin' too much of that GTA / Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre / Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh? / Really think that metal gonna make you safe? / Playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days / Black cap back with a trench coat, ay / Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes / You think that you're Space Ghost / You're wanted coast to coast / Fuck that shit, now I go / My way and you go yours / Were you bored of gender norms? / Of bein' alone, no mama home / A bad divorce, or sad we can't / Afford the clothes our heroes own ♡ —— TAGS & SONG
—————————————— [ with a manifesto ]

Offline salem

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« Reply #9 on: December 23, 2020, 05:34:00 PM »
SALEM | Small, dark and discreet, the kodkod had awaited his crewmates return from Tanglewood, the vines curled around his legs tight with expectation.  He breathed out slowly and quietly, dark eyes alert in the shadows he easily disappeared within -- Salem knew little of fighting, but the Typhoon was his home and he would see the Coalition driven out by the end of the day.

He may be reluctant to attack as always, but the beta would defend without mercy.
I see your true colors shining through
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Offline Keona.

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« Reply #10 on: December 24, 2020, 03:33:53 AM »
keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.
Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
Rather than be a liability, the petite dealer stayed behind as her crewmates took to Tanglewood's swamp.  To keep an 'eye' on things on the home front, as it were.  The tiny dealer moved silently besides Salem, pale hues luminous in the shadows of the jungle.

They would take their home back today.  The Coalition should never have come to their shores.  Should have known it would not last.  Pirates would always be free.  And Stryker would fall.

Keona tapped her friend gently with the tip of her tail, urging him closer to the shore.  The ocean ran through her veins.  It would be the downfall of those who thought they could control her home.
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Offline SOJOURN

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« Reply #11 on: December 24, 2020, 04:32:54 PM »
She was watching and quiet, looking as they came through annoyed and half open eyes as if like a cat annoyed at a fly. She was not surprised that one of their allies would turn out to be liars. Betrayers. It was disgusting that they couldn't hold up to the loyalty that they had given.They were untrustworthy and her claws flexed against the ground, tearing into the dirt. She could say that while she was here she had eaten well and her body had healed from the many battles she had been in recently but she was also no fool. They had come in mass to take back their putrid home so she would play this by ear. They were looking for a challenge cut she was sure that they would give them one. Maybe. Taking a deep breath in the ghoul would move her blue shaded form to the shadows of thick foliage, making sure to be quiet and reserved for the moment. Waiting for a signal maybe? Who knew but she wasn't about to strike just yet, water swarmed around her paws being sucked slowly out of a nearby tree and she gave a low breath. The beast waiting.
HE TASTES LIKE YOU, ONLY SWEETER

Offline ninazu

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« Reply #12 on: December 24, 2020, 04:40:37 PM »
BURN
BRIGHT
Ninazu stands against the rebellious tide, pupils narrowed to slits and a curl in her upper lip. The Coalition lost their claimed lands, bit by bit, but the most dangerous animal is a beast slammed into a corner. She fights for her home, for her family, for a future. The Coalition can’t grow out of ash. She cannot back down now. Not when home isn’t a home.

The air crackles with static, sudden death surging over her skin, electric pulses thrumming to escape. Ninazu holds her magic close to her chest, the fire and lightning crackling together in a beautiful synergy. She is greater than the sum of her magics. She is greater than her knowledge, her experiences, her traumas. The fire heats against her neck.

Leader. Healer. Warmonger. Combatant. Witch. Aggressive. Reckless. Beaten. Hostage. Sacrifice. Killer. Torturer. Dead. Alive. Ninazu has been all of these things at one point in time. Death doesn’t scare her—she’s died, twice, and rose again. To die in battle isn’t a glorious end; it’s a temporary inconvenience. To die over and over in pursuit of her goals is no different than waking up to fight one day after the other.

She glances to Stryker, as if affirming he is still by her side. They fight together, as always, a whirlwind of violence and blood. Ninazu breathes in, touches her muzzle to his in one last affectionate embrace, and prepares to meet this tide.

If she dies again, so be it. Their goals matter more than the flesh she inhabits.

@STRYKER
© MADI
« Last Edit: December 24, 2020, 04:42:23 PM by ninazu »
「 BURN IT FUCKING DOWN 」
Back from the dead to tell you that I’m alive / Killed the old way but I survived / Fuck the blueprint, I redesign / Death or exile, you decide / Tell ’em all that I made my name / Tell ’em all that I paved my way / Found the fear then went face to face / Now it’s mine to send up in flames / THIS RIGHT HERE IS AS FAR AS YOU GO !  | TAGS & PLAYLIST -
「 THIS IS WHERE I LOSE CONTROL 」

Offline Mordred Naughtlus

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« Reply #13 on: December 24, 2020, 04:56:34 PM »
MORDRED NAUGHTLUS - Female - Dromaeosaurid -  Coalition Wanderer - 6 months
As young as the beast was, she was fluent in battle, in fighting to the death. Knowing desperation so well she felt better to stand with the Coalition. Never before had strength pulse in her heart, free of shackle and chain, never before had she felt such adrenaline.

She hid among the deep forest, crouched, waiting. Feral disguise donned. Red eyes watched, peered, picking out targets.

Beast of power and fury waited as a calm storm, and given the signal she would unleash hell upon her enemies.

"Speech"


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Re: THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / raid
« Reply #14 on: December 24, 2020, 05:04:47 PM »
The sleuth of boats creeping upon the shore and thunder of paws echoed throughout the island, alerting many pirates and wanderers alike. There was only one thing the daunting call of their screams could mean. A revolt. Clashing throughout the territory, the two main groups collided and bared their teeth at one another, defending what they both thought was rightfully theirs. In truth, they all wanted a home. Whether their morals were skewed or their actions were crude, their intentions were good. So the battle begun. The one where their home was either taken over by a courageous lion or relinquished by a fearless tiger.

Alarms sounded off in his mind as his son burst through the Captain's quarters, prattling on about the boats on the shore. The lion rose to his feet. With a growl, he dismissed his son. Curt orders were all that was needed for Romulus to prowl to the front of the battle, effortlessly trying to destroy the boats as they approached. In the meantime, the lion contemplated his own plan and debated on joining him, but ultimately decided to stay in his spot. He knew they would come eventually. When The Typhoon finally felt comfortable in their former home, Stryker would pull the rug underneath their paws and sweep them off their feet.

His eyes moved towards Ninazu, locking with her gentle gaze. She pulls forward. He mimics her movements, pressing his muzzle against hers and closing his eyes to embrace her. Warmth radiates from her figure. His heart pounds longingly, knowing that she got killed last battle. He couldn't lose her. Not again. Stryker pulls away. Slitted hues attempted to meet with hers once again. The memory of her blood gushing from her devoured replayed his thoughts, but she lived. They would prosper. Their love continued on nevertheless. Every obstacle they faced was decimated. This one would be no different. "I love you, Ninazu," came his soft mumble. With one last press against her side and his head nuzzling underneath her jaw, he went to work.

Like clockwork, time passed. The lion did what he could from inside the captains quarters, ordering those that came and offering what scraps of weaponry was leftover. There was one weapon left though. A cutlass scimitar. His green eyes traced the edge of the blade, pondering it's use. A snort left Stryker as he moved it from it's stand and into his paws, casually passing it into his jaws. Venomous saliva drooled across the hilt. Jagged teeth imprinted onto the handle as he tightened his grip, only to let go moments later. The sterling silver blade ripped through the air as it left his jaws with a whip of his head. The sword's tip dove into the wall before him and horizontally stuck in place. With what gold he could muster up out of the figurehead, he manipulated the wall around the front of the blade to hold it tight and keep it in place, almost like a sword set in an immovable stone. Satisfied, a huff left the lion. The wait was long, but the time would come.

And that time was now.

A thump and pawsteps echoed above from the main deck of the Tempest. His gaze snaps to Ninazu. Stryker pulled himself into the shadows of the captain's quarters and pressed against the edge of the doorway. With a gesture of his paw, he encourages her to join him on the opposite side. As the sound grew closer, he tensed. His breathing slowed and claws unsheathed from their sockets, ready to strike. With one last ragged breath, the figure's reverberations sounded right outside the entrance and a golden paw soon stepped forward into the room.

Stryker lunges. Alabaster claws attempt to breach skin and tear at her face as he dives forward. The rest of weight tries to press into Goldenluxury's figure and push her back, ultimately as an attempt to push her onto the wooden floor with her underbelly exposed. Whether or not he was successful, the kingpin would bare his teeth at her and let out a malicious hiss.
——– I got no plans to retire  ——–
[ and I'm still the man you admire  ]
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