my black swan - onision

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]He scoffed at Onision's words. They hated each other over opinions? Even he could not think up of an even more dumber reason. Back home, the occasional rivalries between sled teams could be expressed in the form of hate. Aside from most sled leaders, Victor managed to keep a cool and collected head when a rival tried to challenge him to a fight. He knew better than to engage in such childish games. Andrei had been the name of Victor's ultimate rival, a rather mouthy and rude individual who tempted Victor far more times than he cared to admit. It was hard to miss the rival sled leader for his fur was almost as red as a sunset with eyes that looked like they belonged to a lion. Victor always took the high road, ignoring or rerouting the nasty comments the other male would always spit out at him.

Even so, Victor could only take so much. While he did his best to avoid giving in to his rival, he finally lost it when Andrei had began to harass his sister. That was when he drew the line. With his older brother in tow, Victor ended up whipping Andrei's ass and that had been the end of it. Sure, he did not enjoy it, but something had to be done. Having grown a bit older since then, he saw the error in his ways and wished he had handled the whole ordeal better. "And here I thought it was something much worse."

Vigilantes? He always pictured Batman and Robin in his head when he heard that word. Quickly pushing aside the idiotic mental images, he shifted his gaze, looking out across the plains. It was so peaceful here. He was a bit envious. While the island was nice and all, he missed the wide open spaces. He clenched his jaw, mind drifting off for a brief second. Self-serving. That was what he would call the groups. "I honestly don't know what the Typhoon does. Though, I haven't been there very long." Drawing his eyes back to Onision, he drew in a breath.

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

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[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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Onision watched as the husky seemed to be in thought, the shifts in facial expressions making the male chuckle aloud. "Yeah, maybe it was just that. War's a part of life, though." Onision meowed, a look of amusement in his single blue eye as he watched the canine relax. What was he doing talking to an enemy like this? He could get caught, he could be demoted- He didn't want to have to work all the way back up, man. He wanted to just.. Rank up. He needed to become Astral Seraph as soon as possible. He needed to get Thea back.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Oni listened to the male's next comment. "They're pirates, so I'm assuming they like to raid when there's treasures involved. The last time they raided, they tried to come to the Starpool and steal our stones that's used for our pendants." Oni replied, his tail sweeping over the slick stones he had been laying on, his eye closed in deep thought. Yeah, the clans were very self-serving, but there were always reasons.

"Clan life is total bullshit, having so much war and fighting constantly. I wish I could go to Russia or some shit, never been there before." Oni muttered, babbling under his breath about a bunch of things that didn't make sense to himself either. really, this was shit.

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[W]isker

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]The canine could agree on that. He was putting far too much thought into this. Maybe it was time he actually found a hobby to entertain his mind in order to prevent him from getting all scholarly. Though, Victor did have a basic education, as far as a dog was concerned. His parents had taught them everything from history to mannerism and how to present oneself. While he could not write, due to being an animal, he could read, though he hardly ever had time to really read anything. Plus, reading was not much of a past time for him. Victor had once jested that he would become the leader of the Typhoon one day and make them change their ways, but it was an idea that was all in good fun. In reality, Victor could not care any less about ranking and hierarchy's. As long as he could live a fulfilling life, that was good enough for him.

"How nice of them," he barked with a huff of amusement. What would they need with pendents? He could only imagine, but there were a few odd individuals that he see pulling some weird shit like that. Fear began to etch into him at the thought of the Typhoon hosting another raid. He hated hurting others, but he had to put on a show. Life was about doing things you did not want to do, but you just had to do them. The beach had plenty of add treasured always washing up, hell, he even found himself a nice scarf and a full set of Ugg boots. While it was fun while it lasted, it was far too hot to be wearing such things. The only thing he would never take off was the leather collar around his neck. He had been picked on one or two times for still being a 'pet' by keeping the collar, but he always ignored the taunts. That collar was all he had that linked him back to his owner. In addition, when Victor did talk about her, he never said 'former' or 'old', but usually just referred to her as 'his owner' out of habit. He got some dirty looks when he said that, but he was pretty good about filtering his words.

"It is pretty over there, from what I remember." His father always promised to take them back to see the rest of their family. While he knew it was a bit far fetched, he would find a way, but not any time soon.

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ONISION M.F.

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[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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Onision watched the male with mild amusement as he spoke of how 'nice' they were. Well, he couldn't really say shit, because they had Thea, and if they hadn't killed her already, she was obviously liking it there. She would have ran back to the Ascendants and stayed here, yeah. She would never betray them, it wasn't her fault Roy died. It wasn't her fault.

The vampire let out a loud laugh when Victor mentioned Russia. He had gone there before? Lit. "Yeah. Kinda' pitiful how I'm Russian yet have never been to Russia." Onision snickered, covering his mouth with a paw. Pulling a scarf from the small bag on his waist, Oni wrapped it around his neck, his fur fluffing up against the chilly night.

If he could have stayed longer, if he could have talked more with Victor, he would have. But, Onision knew how Moonmade had been making more patrols go out, and he knew that they'd be found if they stayed longer. So, Oni stood up, his tail waving slightly in annoyance at himself. "It's time for you to go home, Victor. I'll say that I chased you off, but I don't want to catch you 'jogging' into our territory again, even if it's to see my beautiful face." Snickered Oni, nudging the husky with his snout to get him moving.

"Do you need me to walk you back, друг? Asked the chocolate feline, flicking his tail for the husky to follow him after checking his surroundings with enhanced hearing.

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[W]isker

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]The silver canine chuckled. "Can't make any promises." He slightly alluded to the idea of a raid, for he had heard talk of one. Unsure of it, and having newly found ties to his home, he would refrain from saying anything directly correlating with it. It could have been misinformation, but he honestly was not sure. Victor looked to the direction he had come from, recreating a mental map of the way he had come. He was confident he could find his way back. "Need me to give you black eye for show?" he inquired a bit sarcastically.

"I'm sure I can find my way back, but, if you insist." With a slight shrug of his shoulders, the husky followed. He cast a look at the other when they referred to his as a 'friend.' It appeared the younger male was easy to warm up to others.